Sermon Archive : Barbara Mraz

08/06/17 - The Shining

Exodus 34:29-35 Luke 9:28-36 It’s not my first office in a closet. A couple of years ago I moved out of what is now Kate’s office and into the Fireside Room.  Well, the Fireside Room closet, where supplies, chairs and wine are stored.  I was reducing my time at St John’s and felt it was only fair to give up the prime real estate, so I scouted around and found […]

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06/11/17 - The Scaffold

A Sermon by The Rev Barbara Mraz St John the Evangelist Episcopal Church St Paul, Minnesota June 11, 2017  Genesis    1;1-2:4a 2 Corinthians 13:11-13       Matthew 28:16-20  One thing that has happened to me as a preacher more than once is to wake up Sunday morning with the idea that has eluded me all week, and not really having the time to fit into the sermon the way you would like.  […]

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05/14/17 - The Tender Good-by

THE TENDER GOOD-BY A sermon by The Rev. Barbara Mraz St. John the Evangelist Episcopal Church St. Paul, Minnesota May 14, 2017  Mother’s Day  Acts 7:55-60 1 Peter 2:2-10 Psalm 31: 1-5 and 15-16 John 14:1-14   Spring can be a season of taking stock, of change, of good-bys, especially if you are connected to the academic world. For high school or college seniors, May and June can mean saying […]

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04/02/17 - Laughing in Lent?

LAUGHING IN LENT? A Sermon by The Rev. Barbara Mraz St. John the Evangelist Episcopal Church St. Paul, Minnesota April 2, 2017  Ezekiel 37:1-14 John 11: 1-45   Does humor have any place in religion – especially in Lent? Did Jesus ever laugh? Was he raised in a family that joked around with each other? What does this have to do with today’s lessons?  Quite a bit. In my family, […]

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12/18/16 - The Anatomy of Hope

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THE ANATOMY OF HOPE A Sermon by The Rev. Barbara Mraz St John the Evangelist Episcopal Church St Paul, Minnesota December 18, 2016 Advent IV Matthew i:18-25   Some holidays defy expectations and become etched in family memory. Because it was a small house, holiday meals at my parents were served in the basement on a decorated ping pong table. One particular Christmas Eve, my Uncle Clyde was making his […]

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