St. Stephen's Episcopal Church
Clifton Heights, Pa.
Serious Times Require Serious Leadership
Dear Members of the Church of the Redeemer and St. Stephen’s, Clifton Heights,

No fear! Just common sense, which sometimes feels a rare commodity in our society. I have been praying and thinking through everything I know or have learned in my time in this earthly vessel. I have been assembling data, listening to experts, and am reading research with regard to actions that we can take in our parishes to combat any disease spread. Furthermore, I have considered information published on the Diocese of Pennsylvania website, as of just now. The information I am sharing is as relevant for dealing with the common cold, flu outbreaks, and of course the potential of the new corona virus.

First and foremost, think and follow the guidance of the experts. Wash your hands thoroughly, stand a little further away from others when outside of your controlled environments, keep all hard surfaces clean, and exercise common sense.

Second, do not put yourself at needless risk. What is needless risk? Since there is not yet a definitive method that corona virus is spread, the CDC has though published the following:
“There is currently no vaccine to prevent coronavirus disease 2019 (COVID-19). The best way to prevent illness is to avoid being exposed to this virus.
The virus is thought to spread mainly from person-to-person.
· Between people who are in close contact with one another (within about 6 feet).
· Through respiratory droplets produced when an infected person coughs or sneezes.
· These droplets can land in the mouths or noses of people who are nearby or possibly be inhaled into the lungs.”

The CDC also writes that: “Older adults and people who have severe underlying chronic medical conditions like heart or lung disease or diabetes seem to be at higher risk for developing more serious complications from COVID-19 illness. Please consult with your health care provider about additional steps you may be able to take to protect yourself.” And while this feels a little cya-like, it does make sense to me.

There are some behaviors in our churches that have potential to increase risk. I am, because in these areas, the buck stops here, with limited, though some consultation with lay leaders, decided to do everything in my power to thwart potential exposure. I am shifting our corporate worship to Morning Prayer.

Common sense dictates that during our sharing of Holy Communion there are three times when we are at a greater risk to share each other’s junk, the Peace, the Offertory, and at the Altar Rail.

I have read vetted peer reviewed research from microbiologists and believe that I know enough to recognize that the threat to the spread of disease is through becoming in close personal contact, such as we do during the peace and at the Communion Rail. Interestingly, it is not through how we share Communion, either Body or Blood, it is in our close contact.

 Therefore, for the next few weeks, a common sense way to deal with that is to have Morning Prayer eliminating both the Peace and sharing the Body and Blood of Jesus, and changing the way that we collect folk’s offering to God. We need to gather, because when two or three are gathered, the Christ is in the middle of us. We need to pray together. We need our human contact. And to stay home does not feel like common sense, it feels an overreaction.

During the next few weeks the Alms basin will rest on a small Table and I ask all folks to physically place their offering in that Alms basin. If you decide not to attend worship, please keep your donations up by mailing them to the church each week.

Please keep an eye out on the websites for any updates that may be published.

Your Safety is My Number One Priority: I want you all to know that I am/we are taking your safety very seriously. During this middle time when we have uncertainty about how Corona Virus is spread, we must recognize the rapidity in which the virus is covering the globe and take appropriate practical actions.

And while this document is not a spiritual writing, I want you to know that it was birthed out of my understanding of Scripture and in particular the Book of James. I suggest that during this time that we have around the house we catch up on Bible reading. James takes – really – very little time to read and reading it may inspire you to go back and read the entire New Testament, from its beginning at the Gospel According to Matthew.

Faithfully shared,

The Rev. Jonathan Clodfelter

I am an Episcopal Priest with significant experience and appropriate education attempting to lead in this church of the 21st Century. I currently lead both St. Stephen's Episcopal Church, Clifton Heights and the Episcopal Church of the Redeemer, Springfield.
For the Feast of the Annunciation

Every now and then something so dramatic happens that it has global implications. Was it as simple as a wet market in a far away land? Think for a moment in history with global implications. I think of Lexington and Concord and the “shot that was heard all over the world;” that truly had global implications. Was it the striking down of Prince Ferdinand that upended the world as it was understood resulting in the Great War? Was it a woman who refused to give up a seat on a bus? There are moments in our recognized history that changed the course. Today is the Christian feast that celebrates that the simple and direct prayer of a faithful young Hebrew girl/woman offered that was answered in a way that changed the course of our recognized history.

The following is from Daily Morning Prayer from the Mission St. Claire Website:

The Commemoration

In the first chapter of Luke we read how the angel Gabriel announced to Mary that she had been chosen to be the mother of the Christ, and how Mary answered, "Here I am, the handmaid of the Lord. Let it be to me as you have said." It is reasonable to suppose that Our Lord was conceived immediately after this. Accordingly, since we celebrate His birth on 25 December, we celebrate the Annunciation nine months earlier, on 25 March.

For many centuries most European countries took 25 March, not 1 January, as the day when the number of the year changed, so that 24 March 1201 was followed by 25 March 1202. If you had asked a Christian of that time why the calendar year changed so awkwardly partway through a month, he would have answered: "Today we begin a new year of the Christian era, the era which began X years ago today when God was made man, when He took upon Himself a fleshly body and human nature in the womb of the Virgin."

The following paragraph is from Chapter 14 of the book MIRACLES, by C S Lewis. of those features of the Christian story which is repulsive to the modern mind. To be quite frank, we do not at all like the idea of a "chosen people". Democrats by birth and education, we should prefer to think that all nations and individuals start level in the search for God, or even that all religions are equally true. It must be admitted at once that Christianity makes no concessions to this point of view. It does not tell of a human search for God at all, but of something done by God for, to, and about Man. And the way in which it is done is selective, undemocratic, to the highest degree. After the knowledge of God had been universally lost or obscured, one man from the whole earth (Abraham) is picked out. He is separated (miserably enough, we may suppose) from his natural surroundings, sent into a strange country, and made the ancestor of a nation who are to carry the knowledge of the true God. Within this nation there is further selection: some die in the desert, some remain behind in Babylon. There is further selection still. The process grows narrower and narrower, sharpens at last into one small bright point like the head of a spear. It is a Jewish girl at her prayers. All humanity (so far as concerns its redemption) has narrowed to that.

God bless us all,

the Rev. Jonathan Clodfelter
"this too will pass....."

The Spirit Within is a Strength to Us in Times of Need 3/27/2020

God has given us an incredible gift that we can rely on at times such as these. I believe that the Spirit of God is breathed into us at birth. For years I thought that life began with the cry of the newborn, but then I thought like a child. Now, having read Scripture, been present for several births and spoken with a number of folks, and maybe put away a few childish ways, I believe that life begins early in the womb, where God “knows” us. The Spirit, on the other hand, I believe is breathed into us with the first breath. I believe that this was understood long before the Holy Spirit was gifted by Jesus; the Hebrew people understood that the Spirit of God entered with the first breath of God into the newly formed human as recorded in Genesis, which means origins or beginnings. What I have observed is that when the child is delivered, the deliverer, lifts the baby and as the baby is lifted, the breath of God and with it the Spirit of God enters the child, then the baby cries. I believe that all of us possess the Spirit of God and with it, the ability to know God as God knows us.

At times such as this one, I cling to my faith in God and the understanding that God has given us the gifts to deal with the current crisis. But at times, that is a challenge to see. When we are pummeled by thoughts of Corona Virus, it is maybe difficult to see the love of God that abounds in all of us through the indwelling Spirit. I had also always understood that the Holy Spirit acted in community; now we are separated from each other. 

I read a passage of Scripture earlier this week in the Daily Office cycle that spoke to me, though out of context. 1 Cor 10: 17 “ Now in the following instructions I do not commend [or praise] you, because when you come together it is not for the better [as in an activity that would enhance the kingdom] but for the worse.” In context, it was shared as a way of calling folks into accountability for abusing community meals. 

Out of context, the passage can point wherever we want, but because Covid 19 spreads when we gather, then gathering is not good. Coronavirus is spread by the human to human exchange of the virus and to a certain extent by how long the virus stays transferable on hard surfaces. So, when we stand with each other whether praising God or not, we are potentially sharing the virus with in our essential community of faith. The fine-point of how viruses are spread is in some ways an age-old unanswered question. We do not know definitively how all viruses are spread, and in that they are not alive, like bacteria, we can’t kill them. One cannot kill something that is not alive. So, what the passage is telling me is that when we get together, we can hurt each other. So, let’s not get together.

The benefit to staying apart is simply that we do not spread the virus. The downside of our separation is significant. But maybe we can learn from our time apart. Slowing down is a lesson probably applicable to all or most of us. Liese and I have our three grandchildren for the duration, or should I say that as of today it looks as though we will have our grandchildren for the duration. This, as anything else, is subject to change. My wife is a private school director with many relevant experiences for helping the grandkids and me thrive (endure) our time together. One aspect she shares with us are “mindfulness” exercises. I think we have all found these helpful. And while mindfulness focuses on the physical body and being fully present in the moment, fully aware of what is happening with you, and does not stand alone.

Linda Wren shared this meditation with me when I asked her how to improve our newsletter content; something, I should probably be asking all of us. This meditation points to the Spirit of God which dwells in us. It is from a collection of meditations, Christian Mystics, by Matthew Fox:

“The Kingdom of God is within you. This reaches deep into our own psyche…. Regarding ourselves, it raises the question: How big am I? How much of the divine life and spirit do I allow to flow in and through me, do I experience in me? How do I slow down and be still so I can feel that Spirit? The Spirit is as near as breathing in and breathing out.

What is going on deep within is what is really going on!” 

So much positive can come out of our time apart. Clearly the direction of this article is for us to consider what is going on with ourselves at any given moment. What is causing frustration? How do we deliberately act now, to engage the profound and immediate changes going on all around us? And of course, do we recognize the Spirit of God within us. And then, how does that help us to deal with the challenges which abound.

Jonathan Clodfelter

..this too will pass..

Today is the Commemoration of James Solomon Russell, Episcopal Priest, 1935. Russell was one who sought the truth, followed where it led, and accepted the costs.

There was a direct connect through the Bishop Payne Seminary and Library by the same name at Virginia Seminary to ministry of Father Russell: The Link for Morning Prayer especially set for Father Russell's commemoration is as follows:

The following information is applicable to the special observance:

James Solomon Russell (December 20, 1857- March 28, 1935), born enslaved, in Mecklenberg County Virginia, shortly before the American Civil War, became an Episcopal priest and educator. Russell founded Saint Paul Normal and Industrial School, which later became Saint Paul's College, and declined two elections to become bishop to continue directing that (now-closed) historically black college.

James Russell was born on the Hendrick plantation in Mecklenburg County. After the Civil War, his family began sharecropping in Palmer Springs, Virginia. James began attending a local school whose schoolmaster allowed tuition to be paid in labor and farm products, and the schoolmaster and superintendent encouraged him to continue his education.

He thus was admitted to the Hampton Normal and Agricultural Institute in 1874. Financial constraints required that he support himself, and so he began teaching near home, and also worked when the college was not in session. Around this time Russell decided to become a member of the Episcopal Church. He secured admission to the newly formed Bishop Payne Divinity School in 1878.

Bishop Whittle ordained Russell a deacon on March 9, 1882 and sent him as a missionary back to Mecklenburg County. He worked in Lawrenceville, Virginia, and the diocese authorized funds to build a church for his parishioners, as well as a horse to assist on his missionary travels. He was ordained as a priest in 1887.

In January 1883, Russell and his wife began teaching African Americans in a room at the tiny new church. This expanded and eventually became Saint Paul Normal and Industrial School. Due to his enthusiasm and aggressive fund-raising, it expanded its enrollment and curriculum. In 1893, Rev. Russell was named Archdeacon of the newly formed Diocese of Southern Virginia and charged with working among African Americans. As a result of his ministry, the number of African American churches in his diocese increased from none to 37, with more than 2000 communicants. He later became the first African American to be named to the Board of Missions of the Episcopal Church, and served in that capacity from 1923-1931. In 1917, Russell was elected as Suffragan Bishop of Arkansas, but declined the honor in order to continue his work at the school, as he did when notified of his election as Suffragan Bishop of North Carolina.

James Solomon Russell died at the President's house in Lawrenceville on March 28, 1935 after an extended illness. He was buried at the school cemetery. Archdeacon Russell's autobiography, Adventure in Faith, was published in 1935. The historically black college developed financial problems after the successes of the American Civil Rights Movement, and it closed in 2013.

Earlier Meditations are Below

This morning on March 30th, i took a good look at my ornamental cherry tree. There is too much distance between the blooms and I'm wondering what I might do about it. I come from the school that says not to fertilize trees but to allow leaves to process naturally to feed the trees. I may not be doing enough. I feel as though I am not doing enough.

Maybe that is the way of faith. If I take for granted the gentle processes that feed faith, listening, prayer, reading, Eucharist, to name a few, I may come up short. Maybe that is not enough? I remember something I read by the late Jesuit priest Father Walter J. Burghardt; he wrote, or at least this is the way that I remember it, "if you want to know Jesus, serve another in his name." That has always resonated with me. When I feel down or isolated, I serve someone else. If I follow the basic religious tools to support my own faith development, without serving another, I come up short. But when I am able to serve, as Christ served (Mark 10:45) then I feel as though I truly know Christ.

How do we serve others now? Well one way is through selfless service. Right now there are two things that I believe all of us can do to serve others. Stay home and pray for others. Pray, not for ourselves and our wishes, wants, and desires, but pray for others. Pray for those who suffer alone. Pray for those who cannot see that what they are doing is so much bigger than we can imagine. By staying home and praying for another, who may be in the front lines of this battle serving in the Covid ward of their hospital and may not have time to pray for themselves, pray for them. By staying home we are potentially freeing a hospital bed for one who may need it. By staying home we are participating in the cure rather than being yet another part of the problem. Yes, we are bored and can think of a million things that need doing at the church, but we must stay home and not become a part of the problem.

Try not to focus on the impact of the stay at home order affects us as individuals, but think about how it helps all. Turn off the TV and read. Read something that you have had laying around unread for quite a while. If you get bored, put it down and walk in place for a minute and then pick it up again. That works for me. Try to get out of yourself, breathe in, breathe out, and read a Psalm and focus on another and not yourself.

That is how I know to serve during this time.

God bless us all,

As we prepare for Palm Sunday (actual) on Sunday, the Lectionary lessons bounce around a little to get us there. During the last days of Lent, we have heard from Daniel, Genesis, Jeremiah, and now Ezekiel. I suspect that the Ezekiel story is very familiar to us. Having placed Ezekiel in a valley of dry bones, God said to Ezekiel, “Can these bones live?” Ezekiel’s answer is timeless, “O Lord, you know.”

The story of the valley of dry bones is not a simple, straight forward lesson, to be taken at face value. It has multiple levels of understanding. The story was probably recorded during the Babylonian exile, as the Israelites were processing what had happened, the decimation of society as they knew it, the Armies of dead that had not made the trek from Israel to Babylon, and how these events related to their corporate memory. As the Israelites sojourned across the vast wilderness, many died, and their bones would have littered the trail of, dare I use the illustrative description from US history, tears. With respect to the Native American experience and the genocide that they experienced at the hands of, at least, my ancestors, the Israelite experience was an act of genocide. It was not the only experience that they were thinking through. They were also trying to understand what had happened to efforts of the Israelites to unify their tribes into one kingdom, the way that they devolved into different nations.

That said, the timelessness and eternally relevance of Scripture, is reflected in the global reset going on as a result of the coronavirus. I believe that the world as we knew it is changed, and that it will take quite some time to reset things to a new normal. For decades some of the most gifted of our young have been nurtured into careers in business and finance and today those careers are valued far less than the medical services community, the manufacturing chain, and food production. We are resetting. My personal hope is that we learn these valuable lessons from the mistakes made in our capitalist society. That all labor is valued, that local manufacturing is a good idea, that we need to listen to scientists except when they stop talking science, and speak as politicians, and that preparing now for what could happen is a pretty good way for us to function.

Ezekiel’s bones needed to be reanimated, as the world that he knew it, was gone. I doubt our reset will be even close to what the Israelites went through, but it might be helpful to remember that they recovered. In his international best seller, Sapiens, Dr. Yuval Noah Harari, reminds us that the accidents of birth have a tremendous effect on how we experienced the twentieth century. A woman, born in Berlin, in 1900 experienced life in the capital of the German Empire, in a growing city, basking in the glory of the Prussian victory over France, to the march toward the Kaiser’s WWI, the Weimar Republic, with runaway inflation, several Coup attempts, the rise of the Nazis, the crushing of Berlin by wheel to wheel Russian artillery, the rape of Berlin, the division into the divided state, and its re-unification as a German city, and capital.

Accident of birth plays a tremendous role in how coronavirus is effecting us. But we also learn from the virus how interconnected we truly are to each other. Our society is such that it is almost impossible for us to function without interacting with each other, which is causing the virus to spread across our country in a way that far surpasses that of China. We are citizens of the world, and we can see how the virus spreads rapidly in markets along transportation cooridors. We may see ourselves as independent and as an island nation, protected by our oceans as we were during the past. Those days are no more. And our actions have a price to pay.  

Ezekiel 37:21, has good speaking to Ezekiel, …Thus says the Lord God: I will take the people of Israel from the nations among which they have gone, and will gather them from every quarter, and bring them to their own land. 22 I will make them one nation in the land, on the mountains of Israel; and one king shall be king over them all. Never again shall they be two nations, and never again shall they be divided into two kingdoms. 23 They shall never again defile themselves with their idols and their detestable things, or with any of their transgressions. I will save them from all the apostasies into which they have fallen, and will cleanse them. Then they shall be my people, and I will be their God.

24 My servant David shall be king over them; and they shall all have one shepherd. They shall follow my ordinances and be careful to observe my statutes. 25 They shall live in the land that I gave to my servant Jacob, in which your ancestors lived; they and their children and their children’s children shall live there forever; and my servant David shall be their prince forever. 26 I will make a covenant of peace with them; it shall be an everlasting covenant with them; and I will bless them and multiply them, and will set my sanctuary among them forevermore. 27 My dwelling place shall be with them; and I will be their God, and they shall be my people. 28 Then the nations shall know that I the Lord sanctify Israel, when my sanctuary is among them forevermore.

  Such is the lesson for the day prior to Palm Sunday when we will welcome Jesus into Jerusalem, heralded as the king of a united Israel. Such is the lesson of people divided, brought together as one, recognizing the leadership of King David, where all nations fall under one leader, as there is one Lord, one Faith, one Baptism, One God and Father of All.

God bless us all,


(This too will pass)
The message in my heart this Palm Sunday is one of the varied emotions. The day is different than any of the major religious holidays. It feels to me as though we are not making a big transition this week, from Lent to Holy Week, and then on to Easter. From Palm Sunday on, there is this reoccurring thought that I have had over the years, that Easter is just around the corner. Palm Sunday, with the public reading of the Passion has never truly left Jesus on the cross for me, as I have always known the rest of the story. I am an Easter person.

This year feels very different. It is as if on some levels, we do not know what the future will bring. Easter, does not feel so “immediate.” The annual Feast of the Resurrection will be different this year, and I imagine that it will not be a bursting open of the tomb, but a gradual increase in activity. I imagine this as more similar to a bear coming out of hibernation, than full churches rejoicing and singing. 

Since 2015 Palm Sunday has been a very different experience for me. The sequence of events in the last days of Jesus’ bodily experience came alive to me on my visit to Israel. Jesus’ procession to Jerusalem was on the heels of the raising of Lazarus. In Bethany, I visited Lazarus’ tomb. Going in, I hit my recently concussed head on the rock, knocking me down and exacerbating concussion symptoms. I sat nearby while others explored the town. A Palestinian man came and sat by me and told me the story of his son who was killed by Israeli police trying to climb the massive security fence ostensibly to visit a friend. I looked up and saw the massive fence built to separate nations. 
And there I imagined Jesus leaving this little village and heading up hill over the Mount of Olives, with heralders proclaiming his advance, as Jesus walked along the way, so full of emotion. Jesus had pulled Lazarus from the tomb, maybe kicking and screaming, because I know I would not want to awaken from eternal rest on the lap of Jesus, even to see Jesus face to face. I imagine the folks gathering along the way to see Jesus, face to face, and to touch him. It is a remarkable image.

Today, Jesus could not make that trip. He would be social distancing and isolating himself from the fray. He would be just another sojourner on the way to the Temple Mount. There would be no crowd around him, following with the incredible expectation and wondering, what is he going to do next. Jesus might even be wearing a mask.
Easter will come! We have hindsight; we are an Easter people. For now, we are still in Lent. Holy Week is upon us, not with the immediacy of Jesus trek over the Temple Mount, it resembles more a long walk around the wall. 

I wish you the most peaceful long walk to the Resurrection as we stay at home, not processing, social distancing, and rejoicing that this too will pass. 


Jesus appears in the Upper Room. This passage has been particularly important to me for as long as I can remember. It marries truth, or the revealed word of God, with my reasoning and it has certainly been respected by spiritual leaders since that evening in the Upper Room or Cenacle.

I do not believe that anyone truly knows or remembers the exact location of the Upper Room; a lot has gone on in Jerusalem in the past two millennium. 

I take the basic story at face value, but not the location. That is that Jesus appears in the room where the disciples were hiding. 

I would like to think that I would not have been hiding, but maybe, just waiting. I would hope that I would have understood that Jesus was not finished with us. Our maybe that I was simply reflecting or thinking, meditating even, on the last days of Jesus’ earthly life.

Many of us might feel as though it was similar to the current era, with the fear of potential infection from Covid-19. The disciples were hiding from executioners in an era when they were taught to challenge authority, but that the authority held matters of life and death over their heads. That hardly feels the same. We are, maybe, maybe not, hiding. We are nonetheless, in a forced separation. Some may be fearful, not knowing what the future truly brings. Of course, some of us are not maintaining good social distancing and staying home, which is indicated by the rising numbers of infected folks this week in Delaware County. Waiting in the Upper Room for the authorities to figure out where they were hiding was an entirely different thing. But we can learn from it.

Jesus pierces the Upper Room. Into the darkness comes light. A light that will pierce darkness wherever it is found. And what does he bring? He brings peace. Not just an absence of conflict, but a peace that passes all understanding.

I struggle sometimes with the concept of peace. Peace, as love, is a word with multiple facets’ in English language. God’s peace is a sense that all of humankind, and I guess even the animal kingdom, have a sense of calm. With the true tranquility of having all needs met, confidence that the needs will be met in the future, and the knowledge that all life has all needs met in perpetuity. That would apply to our families, friends, neighbors, and even enemies, the world over. There would be no pain, no mourning, no gnashing of teeth.

I would like to believe that this kind of peace, this Jesus peace, is attainable. But I possess no such illusions. How would it look on a local, national, or even, international level? It would destroy the economy of the USA at a far greater level than the Coronavirus could ever do. Over the past centuries, the US economy has become increasingly dependent on the Defense Industry. To not use the weaponry, feels almost as if its an oxymoron; when industry builds new weapons, leaders use them. On April 16th, the Associated Press published that “French President Emmanuel Macron says he hopes that “in the coming days” the five permanent members of the U.N. Security Council can discuss and endorse U.N. Secretary-General Antonio Guterres’ call for a cease-fire to all conflicts in the world in order to tackle the coronavirus pandemic.” A cease-fire is not peace; it is armed folks directly across from each other hunkered down, ready to go. A peace of global magnitude is the only peace that would work and it is simply not attainable with the current nationalist driven structures. It would require a complete reboot.

So, Jesus enters the Upper Room and he assuages the fears of his friends. He does not take on Rome or the Hebrew authorities. He simply tells his closest followers not to worry, not to be afraid, not to hide, but to rejoice in the knowledge that this too will pass and that their call to mission is affirmed. Jesus offers the Apostles a very different peace to the God-peace of my imagination, but it is one that is a start toward a better future. 

God bless you all as we attempt to find a place of peace in this broken world,


Public and Community Worship

St Stephens Pre-School is now accepting registrations for the upcoming school season to start in the Fall, 2021. contact Kathy Zappasodi at 610-623-3900.


ST STEPHENS WILL CONDUCT A Eucharistic Service this Sunday, 13 June, at 9 AM. The service will only be broadcast via Facebook live.
Rev Joe Rivers will preside over the service. Per recent guidance, if you are vaccinated, no masks are required, however, if you feel more comfortable, please feel free to wear one. We have plenty of safe, socially distant seating so if inclined, please visit. We welcome you. In addition, we will now re-start our singing. Please stop in and show us what you got!




JUNE - 13th
JULY 4th, 11th, 25th
AUGUST 8th, 22nd.

There are a few differences in the way that we are sharing Communion and coming and going from the church building.

Please make sure that you have thoroughly washed any exposed skin prior to your arrival.

Wear a mask. Not for yourself, but for others.

Enter the church through the main Baltimore Avenue entrance and not the side entrances.

Please sanitize your hands upon entry.

Seating is marked with a "BLUE" tape indicating acceptable locations 

Hopefully, the broadcast will be active around 8:45 AM
The worship service will start at 9:00am.

Service is being "Broadcast" via Facebook "Live" through the Parish Facebook Page