Tim Schenck

Some of what I post here is spiritual, some is satirical. I bid your wisdom to know the difference.

At diocesan convention and considering offering a resolution to put a word count limit on power point slides.

Why does “Pastor Appreciation Month” feel so…smarmy?

Just left a Zoom meeting early to “get to my next meeting.” My next meeting was “making coffee.”

Say what you want about clergy, but when it comes to hitting reply all on group emails, they are outstanding in their field!

Ecclesiastical Hot Take: If the church spent as much time, effort, energy, and resources blessing tax collectors and sinners as it spent blessing poodles and hedgehogs, it would be more faithful to Jesus’ message of love and grace.

Woo hoo! Saturday night! Oh, wait. I’m a priest. Goodnight!

For the record, I will not be retrofitting the church bell tower to allow for snipers and drones.

There was a time when, out of respect for the dead, the grieving, and the traumatized, nobody shared images or videos of the towers actually being hit on 9/11. This seems to have changed this year, and it feels like something sacred has been violated.

Going out for Greek food tonight. The online menu didn’t specify whether it was Koine Greek food. So I don’t know whether or not there will be Biblical (pro)portions.

The only time I’m ever interested in hearing something about Harry and Meghan is if Bishop Michael Curry is involved.

Love it when one of our stained glass windows pairs perfectly with the gospel reading.

Java loves it when I vote by mail and then wear the sticker around the house.

Everyone can’t stop talking about The Odyssey and I don’t understand what’s so compelling about a movie based on my old minivan.

Okay, back to actual football. See you in four years, other football!

Rats. I should have referred to sharing the communion wine this morning as a “hydration break.” Missed opportunity.

The best part of my day happened in the handshake line after church when a blind parishioner asked me to bless his new service dog Seymour. And, for the record, “Seymour” is the greatest name for a seeing eye dog EVER!

I can’t believe England missed that extra point. But wow. 6-4. #worldcup

I do wonder how much my teleprompter guy has earned off the prediction market by placing bets on my sermons.

We baptized a young adult this morning who first started coming to church after discovering my TikTok account. Which isn’t to say that TikTok leads to salvation - or that I’m a “baptism influencer.” But it’s a reminder that the Holy Spirit can and does work in amazing and surprising ways. TBTG!

Met a toddler named Malachi at Trader Joe’s today. Yowza! That name is pure fire!

If your wedding inquiry includes the word “venue,” we are not likely a good fit…

Had dinner tonight with a LEGIT war hero. Ever grateful.

You know, if you’re planning to do a “period liturgy” tomorrow, I do hope you intend to preach for an hour.

Rite I: “All men are created equal” Rite II: “All are created equal”

American Preachers looking at 4th of July weekend.

I admit I sometimes wonder how much the church spends annually for bishops to fly to other bishops’ consecrations.

Shoutout to those of us with dead dads who miss their dead dads!

This day is ENDLESS! #summersolstice

None of this would have happened if they’d painted the Reflecting Pool Sarum Blue.

Want to come work with me in Palm Beach? It’s never dull around here! episcopalnewsservice.org/jobs/associa...

Went to a new barber today. When he learned I was an Episcopal priest, he asked me what I thought about “gay Christians.” When I told him they were beloved children of God, he started lecturing me about the nature of sin. I am currently looking for a new barber.

All seven verses of St. Patrick’s Breastplate today. Obviously.

Oh God, I just realized I’m going to CREDO on Tuesday and haven’t done a lick of the pre-conference materials. In other news, I need to hire another full-time priest at Bethesda-by-the-Sea. Anyone want to move to Palm Beach?! We’re doing some great things, having fun, making disciples, growing, etc.

The pope writes 42,000 words (presumably without the help of AI) and I can barely pull together 1,200 every week! (also, presumably without AI).

“I know it's your day off and I'm very sorry to bother you but…” I’m totally putting this on my tombstone.

Had something happen yesterday I’ve never seen before in 25 years of ordained ministry. A bishop, during a visitation for confirmations, put an offering in the collection plate when it came up to the altar. Not in a showy way - he just called the acolyte over and put in a check. Grateful for that!

Sorry mom, but Sixth Sunday of Easter > Mother’s Day

In the end, I decided NOT to have a conversation with the person sitting at the table next to me in the coffee shop today.

Did a rare Rite I funeral today. Which reminds me that Rite I funerals are the best funerals.

A doctor? Well, in that case…“Physician, heal thyself!”

I’m so glad that we have an Archbishop of Canterbury who is also “weak on crime.”

In a world of Pharaohs and Herods, the Prince of Peace reigns supreme.

Genocide is not one of the fruits of the spirit.

My staff thinks I’m an idiot!

One of my favorite services of the year is also the one that’s most overlooked: The liturgy for Holy Saturday. Pause amid the preparation, experience the void, sit in the stillness, seek the holiness of almost but not yet.

Why is it no one ever mentions the FIRST seven words of Christ?!

Live Watch Cam from Bethesda-by-the-Sea in Palm Beach. “Can you not watch with me one hour?” #MaundyThursday

Spy Wednesday is the best Wednesday.

Seriously though, the Oil of the Catechumens is the chrism mass version of the poor stepchild.

On Palm Sunday, I can never decide whether or not I have live donkey envy.