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    { We're Glad You've Visited }

    We welcome you and invite you to enter into a deeper exploration of a community that shares the love of Jesus Christ with each other, our city, and the world. It takes more than a few words to describe a parish, but there are two things we can tell you right away: we are committed to Jesus Christ and from that commitment flows our care for one another and our ministries. In every ministry and program, we at St. James' Church on Madison Avenue at 71st Street invite you to enter more deeply into the life we share in Christ. We hope you will join us.

    The Rev. Brenda G. Husson, Rector

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    { Sundays }

    8:00 a.m.  |  Holy Eucharist (Chapel)

    9:10 a.m.  |  Holy Eucharist (Church)

    11:15 a.m.  |  Choral Eucharist (Church)

    6:00 p.m.  |  Candlelight Communion

    Mon. - Fri., 8:00 a.m.  |  Morning Worship

  • { Getting Here }

    LOCATION: Madison Ave. between 71st and 72nd Streets

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    OFFICE PHONE: (212) 774-4200

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    { First Time Families }

    We've found that St. James' mix of rich Anglican tradition and innovative, fun family worship and programming is just the right recipe for helping kids know God's love.

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    When you come to church at St. James', you can expect to find...

    SPACE TO PRAY. Our services include hymns, prayers, and time for silence, as well as Communion and sermons that connect our Scriptures to our lives.

    SPACE TO BE YOURSELF. Worshipers at St. James' come from many different places, backgrounds, and perspectives.

    SPACE TO MAKE CONNECTIONS. Whether it's your first time or your thousandth, there's always an opportunity to get better connected with God and one another. Join us at coffee hour or stop by the Welcome station on your way out. We look forward to meeting you.

What our buried selves can give


What a winter we've had! My favorite Christmas carol, which I love for its mix of poignancy and hope, is "In the Bleak Midwinter" (Hymn 112). The words are by the poet Christina Rossetti, and never has the latter part of the first verse felt so true: "Snow had fallen, snow on snow,/ snow on snow..." Feels like the past several weeks to me. I generally love snow -- the hush of the city as the flakes muffle every sound, the smooth curves of snow drifts hiding who-knows-what beneath -- and I eagerly anticipate a few days of skiing each year to enjoy the rush of cold air, the breathtaking mountain views, the wisps of powder beneath my feet. But really, this winter I think I've had enough.

It's a pretty powerful metaphor, all this snowfall: I feel buried by tasks and worries, I'm digging out from under all that's on my to-do list, there's been an avalanche of bad news and social concerns. Grumble, grumble. "In the bleak midwinter,/ frosty wind made moan..." - yep, that's me. But I spent an evening this week with a parishioner who can only speak of gratitude in the face of the love that he feels for his family, and I am moved to ponder how I might get myself past my appalling Lenten whininess to such a place. "What can I give him,/ poor as I am?" What can my buried self offer to Christ? "Yet what I can I give him,/ give my heart." In gratitude for all God's gifts, I surrender myself to the wonders and the vagaries of creation.

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