Stuart Higginbotham Pentecost 17, Proper 20 September 24, 2023 Jonah’s Lesson Let only that little be left of me Whereby I may name You my all. Rabindranath Tagore The story of Jonah lends itself well to Sunday School lessons with children. It’s easy to take the cutout of a man on the felt board and... Continue Reading →

All that now rests inside Stuart Higginbotham In a room full of deities, statues of gold, bronze, wood, and stone, I stand still, surrounded by eyes turned inward in a circle, my own pulled toward every reflection with the tease of a glimmer dancing on bare torsos and faces fixed with molten glances. Priests gather... Continue Reading →

Stuart Higginbotham September 10, 2023 Proper 18, Year A Romans 13:8-14; Matthew 18:15-20 To Bind or to Loose When I was a child, my aunt, uncle, and cousins lived right down the road from us. I loved being able to go down and, especially, visit with my Aunt Sharon. She told me once what she... Continue Reading →

All Things Held Together Stuart Higginbotham August 20, 2023 Lately I have been reading a good bit about the Oracle at Delphi, the seer at the Temple of Apollo in ancient Greece. For 1,800 years, a continuous stream of people came from around the ancient world to ask questions of the oracle and seek advice.... Continue Reading →

The Rev. Dr. Stuart Higginbotham The Feast of the Transfiguration, 2023 The Presence within the Present Moment You may have noticed that I have a slight stammer. It comes and goes and usually flares up around words that start with “r” for some reason. It’s an annoying thing. There are two possible reasons that I... Continue Reading →

The Rev. Dr. Stuart Higginbotham Sermon for July 16, 2023 Seventh Sunday after Easter Matthew 13:1-9, 18-23 Seeds all over the place I love gardens. When we were back in Arkansas visiting family, I had the chance to go into my grandparents’ backyard and pick squash, peppers, and cucumbers from a garden that my Aunt... Continue Reading →

Arise, my love, my beautiful one A Sermon on the Song of Songs Stuart Higginbotham Last week, we went to spend time with family back in Arkansas, and I had the chance to drive by the country church where I grew up as a kid, and where many in my family still attend.  Many memories... Continue Reading →

You live in my living In this moment, a struck match, and a bee lands on the purple coneflower. The crow calls from the maple. Thunder rolls in the morning rain. I know beyond my knowing as wisdom rests on the green leaf. You see in my seeing, You hear in my hearing, You feel... Continue Reading →

To be caught in such bliss “Where do we go when we die?” He asks with just enough fear, a focus in his eye. The question a ringing bell, he asks with just enough fear that I pause and my own breath holds me. The question a ringing bell, pushing my thoughts to the edge... Continue Reading →