Tuesday - November 11, 2025

Kris Baker

SCRIPTURE 



Joshua 1:9


Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go. 


WORDS OF HOPE


Today in the United States we observe Veterans Day and in countries such as Canada and the United Kingdom, Remembrance Day. This day commemorates the end of World War I and honors the services of all military veterans over time. This day has deep meaning to me as my dad served as a Captain in the Navy.


As a child, all I knew about my dad’s job was that he “drove ships.” On a hot summer day when I was seven, I said good-bye to him like I did each day having no concept that he was leaving for a year to go to Vietnam Nam and there was a real possibility that he would not come home. By the grace of God, he did return to us…two weeks later than expected as he delayed his return to accompany the remains of my mom’s cousin who lost his life in the service of our country.


I wore two POW/MIA bracelets for five years. In 1973, when the POWs from the Vietnam Nam War were released, my dad was stationed in Hawaii. Honolulu was the first American soil that these servicemen set foot on upon their release. I was there to meet each plane as it landed at Hickam Air Force Base. One of the men whose bracelet I wore was on one of those planes. I was able to greet him, welcome him home, and give him his bracelet. I saw this soldier before his own family did. Even with this deeply moving firsthand experience, at eleven I could not fully comprehend the enormity of war and the sacrifices of these servicemen. To this day, I still have the second bracelet on our home alter and pray that one day his family will have closure.


I’m not sure it is possible for any civilian to truly grasp the experiences, commitment, and sacrifices made by our service men and women each and every day. Today, Veterans Day, is the day set aside for all of us to think and pray about this.


After twenty-six years of service on the seas, my dad retired from the Navy and was blessed to enjoy thirty more years in civilian life, though he was always called “Captain” by those who knew him best. Eleven years ago I stood by his flag-draped casket and listened to the gun volley and Taps played by a young sailor. I felt viscerally the respect being given to him. A few days later, I read the tributes written by friends and those that had served on ships with my dad. Many of them spoke of him as a strong and fair leader and a good example. Those made me proud, but did not surprise me. I also knew my dad as fair and as strong leader. The one note that has stuck with me was the one that simply said, “Thank you, Captain, for getting us home safely.” 


At home, my dad never talked about the hard and the ugly side of being in the service. To this day, I have no idea the circumstances for which he was awarded The Bronze Star for heroic service. Perhaps that sailor who thanked my dad for getting him home safely does. Dad only talked to us about the places he sailed and, more importantly the people with whom he made those journeys.


As I think about my dad on this day, I realize that my way of seeing him and his service is similar to the way I have seen Jesus through my life. As I child, I sang “Jesus Loves Me” but had no concept of the depth of those words. Metaphorically, I think I was seeing Jesus also as “the driver of the ship”, and just as with my dad, I was not cognizant of all that the “job” entailed. And just as I finally understood the depth of my dad’s service as he was being laid to rest, I had a similar moment in my faith journey where I became fully aware of what the promises made by Jesus to the world and to me through his life, death, and resurrection truly mean. As I read and reread the stories of Jesus’s ministry, Jesus, like my dad, focuses on the people he meets more so than the difficulties that he encounters. Now, as I look forward, at the end I want to be able to say to Jesus, “Thank you for getting us home safely.”


On this Veterans Day and Day of Remembrance, take time to offer respect, gratitude, thanksgiving, and prayers for all veterans who are serving and have served in the armed forces and for their families.


PRAYER


Almighty God, we commend to your gracious care and

keeping all the men and women of our armed forces at home

and abroad. Defend them day by day with your heavenly

grace; strengthen them in their trials and temptations; give

them courage to face the perils which beset them; and grant

them a sense of your abiding presence wherever they may be;

through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. 

From The Book of Common Prayer 1979


DEVOTION AUTHOR


Kris Baker


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Thursday - October 8, 2026

By Dr. Pat Saxon • October 8, 2026
SCRIPTURE Matthew 11: 28 Come to me, all you who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest. WORDS OF HOPE The other day I realized just how heavy my mind was. How much I was carrying. Recent deaths, imminent deaths, terrible diagnoses. Relationships ending. Friends with aging parents in crisis, and adult children learning to walk again as a strange disease attacked their body. And, dear God, the world we live in—where every day the powers that be slap us with another outrage, another violation of dignity and justice without a drop of mercy. “Stop!” I said, to my mind. Even writing part of the list of concerns weighted consciousness once again. Memory took me back to a time I taught Tim O’Brien’s “The Things They Carry,” an acclaimed collection of stories of the Vietnam era. In telling detail he unrolls the contents of a group of soldiers’ backpacks—can opener, pocket knife, candy, dog tags, love letters, the finest marijuana, and much more. But two common items bound them all: a thick compress bandage in case they got shot and a green plastic poncho for cold and rain but also to wrap bodies of the wounded before transport. It was a time the young women I was teaching were laden with their own heavy loads of academic work and anxiety over college choices and other personal issues. I could read it in their eyes, so we paused class and did a guided meditation where they went to a beautiful place in nature and set out on a hike with a backpack, which over the course of the journey, got heavier and heavier. As they paused for a drink of water, they considered if there was anything they could leave behind to lighten their load—or if they could even temporarily leave their pack, knowing they could retrieve it when they returned. Lightened, refreshed, they became more mindful of the pine and spruce, the cascading waterfall, the tiniest purple flowers on the forest floor. They breathed. They sat on a large boulder and felt the morning sun on their face. A sacred pause.  The recollection suggested that I too needed to put down my backpack of cares and turn again to the practices which restore my soul and help me see beauty again. Writing it out. A morning walk. Singing the song given for the day: “O Love which will not let me go.” Hearing Jesus’ words: “I will not leave you [them] comfortless.” Another ritual practice arose at a grief retreat. In my room the evening of the first night, after 15 people had begun to share the stories of their loss, it took shape. I stretched out my arms, with hands cupped upward. I called out and placed the names of the persons grieving and the loved ones who had died into those hands. Then I drew in my hands to my heart, holding them there for a moment as tears fell. Afterward I opened my arms wide and released this shared pain to the wide mercy of God, imaged as the then gentle- flowing Guadalupe. Each time I perform this ritual, casting my burden upon the God who sustains us, it releases the weight of sorrow. PRAYER “God of the gathered and the scattered, thank you for people who check in, who show up, who remind us we don’t have to do life alone. Bless our mutual care. Bless shared meals, shared tears, shared laughter. Make us brave enough to ask for help and generous enough to offer it….Let our connections be a shelter, our compassion a healing balm. Band us together in ways that honor our limits and multiply our strength, so that no one among us is left to carry their burdens alone. Amen. Ase.” (Excerpted from a prayer by Rev. Dr. Winner Laws.) DEVOTION AUTHOR Dr. Pat Saxon

Wednesday - October 7, 2026

By Hardy Haberman • October 7, 2026
SCRIPTURE  John 11:45-52 Many of the Jews, therefore, who had come with Mary and had seen what Jesus did believed in him. But some of them went to the Pharisees and told them what Jesus had done. So, the chief priests and the Pharisees called a meeting of the council and said, “What are we to do? This man is performing many signs. If we let him go on like this, everyone will believe in him, and the Romans will come and destroy both our holy place and our nation.” But one of them, Caiaphas, who was high priest that year, said to them, “You know nothing at all! You do not understand that it is better for you to have one man die for the people than to have the whole nation destroyed.” He did not say this on his own, but being high priest that year he prophesied that Jesus was about to die for the nation, and not for the nation only, but to gather into one the dispersed children of God. WORDS OF HOPE This passage has always bothered me. Mainly because it is used to stoke anti-semitic sentiment and is used to justify the Jews killed Jesus. I heard it a lot growing up Jewish in a predominately gentile neighborhood. When I went to college, this passage was hurled at me by Theology students at Baylor in their quest to “convert the Jew”. Today, I read scripture much as I was taught growing up in a Reform Jewish household. The Bible, both Old and New Testament are theological works, not historical accounts. Yes, there is a good deal of history in them, but their purpose was not to be light reading, Scripture should be studied and examined in the context it was written and through modern eyes. This is why thousands of rabbis debated and dissected the Torah in the many books of the Talmud. So back to this passage. What I take away from it is the words of the high priest who essentially prophesies that Jesus will be sacrificed for the good of the nation and all those “dispersed children of God”. It is a foreshadowing of the narrative that follows which leads to the crucifixion and more importantly the resurrection. If we take it theologically, it shows that Jesus sacrifice will lead to the salvation of the entire nation. In short, redemption takes sacrifice. PRAYER May we look at the Scripture not just as a story but as deep works that hold relevant messages for our lives. Amen DEVOTION AUTHOR Hardy Haberman

Tuesday - October 6, 2026

By Kris Baker • October 6, 2026
SCRIPTURE  -2 Corinthians 15:17 Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, that person is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come. WORDS OF HOPE I am writing this from somewhere off the coast of the Pacific Northwest. Cruising is my favorite way to travel; I wake up each day in a new location, with new possibilities, yet in the same bed, no packing and unpacking required in getting from one place to another. It is simply a matter of boarding the ship and then enjoying the journey ahead. As I sit on the balcony gazing at the sunrise over the early morning horizon, I am struck by the similarity between my experiences on the water and the message that Paul is sharing with the Corinthians in the above passage. With each day’s sunset, the old passes away and in each sunrise is born a new creation, both for the dawning day and for each of us. Leaving the past behind and beginning anew is the gift that the reconciling Christ freely gives to each of us every day. The seemingly infinite horizon line is both emptiness and possibility. Mistakes, wounds, failures from the past are not visible. The possibilities, the great potential of beginning anew in Christ is there, waiting on the horizon, for any and all who choose to lay down the old ways and take up the cross of Christ. We don’t have to wait for a new year, a birthday, or even Easter to start fresh. Jesus is waiting with open arms at any time we invite him to be our companion on the journey. The sunrises and sunsets take on a new kind of beauty and peace when we travel through life with Christ. PRAYER Creator of all things, I give you thanks for the old ways that have passed away and for each new beginning that is offered through Christ. Remind me that through your grace with each new day I, too, am a new creation. Amen. DEVOTION AUTHOR Kris Baker Order of St. Francis and St. Clare

Monday - October 5, 2026

By Jan Nunn • October 5, 2026
SCRIPTURE  Matthew 25:35 – 46 …for I was hungry and you gave Me food; I was thirsty and you gave Me drink; I was a stranger and you took Me in; I was naked and you clothed Me; I was sick and you visited Me; I was in prison and you came to Me.’ Then the righteous will answer Him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry and feed You, or thirsty and give You drink? When did we see You as a stranger and take You in, or naked and clothe You? Or when did we see You sick, or in prison, and come to You?’ And the King will answer and say to them, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me.’ WORDS OF HOPE Monday, October 5 is World Habitat Day. This year's theme is "Adequate Housing for All." United Nations Human Settlements Programme is the agency leading this focus. They are addressing the global housing crisis, where billions face inadequate living conditions or reside in informal settlements, and reinforcing adequate shelter as a basic human right. I think it is a sad situation for housing in a country whose wealth is enormous! The top 1% in America owns nearly 50% of the stock market and a third of total wealth. The top 10% in America controls roughly 87.2% of corporate equities. The bottom 50% possesses roughly 1% to 2.5% of total household wealth. These are sad facts about America! It is heartbreaking to see the large number of unhoused people just in our city. I see 25 to 50 people just on my Tuesday drive to my volunteer job at the Arboretum every Tuesday morning in one spot. And our church feeds housing-insecure people every week! Hundreds of them. I don’t know about other cities, but Dallas has very little affordable housing. It is nearly impossible for a single parent working one job in Dallas to afford housing for their family unless they have a fantastic job. Average low rent for houses is $1,939 and apartments is $1,406. On top of that, childcare averages $2,711 for 130 hours of care a month for one child. These are averages and it is hard to find suitable housing at the average price! Let us be aware today of those who struggle to find housing! Let those of us blessed with adequate shelter be grateful for our homes! Let us continue to help at least feed those who have struggles in their life through the programs at Cathedral of Hope to at least help in one way! PRAYER God who loves us all and wishes abundant life, we pray that all our neighbors across the whole world can live in suitable housing. DEVOTION AUTHOR Jan Nunn CoH Volunteer

Saturday _ October 3, 2026

By Weber Baker • October 3, 2026
Today, October 03, is the 800 th Anniversary of the Transitus of St. Francis In his remembrance: The Canticle of the Creatures by St. Francis of Assisi Most High, all-powerful, good Lord, Yours are the praises, the glory, and the honor, and all blessing, To You alone, Most High, do they belong, and no human is worthy to mention Your name. Praised be You, my Lord, with all Your creatures, especially Sir Brother Sun, Who is the day and through whom You give us light. And he is beautiful and radiant with great splendor; and bears a likeness of You, Most High One. Praised be You, my Lord, through Sister Moon and the stars, in heaven You formed them clear and precious and beautiful. Praised be You, my Lord, through Brother Wind, and through the air, cloudy and serene, and every kind of weather, through whom You give sustenance to Your creatures. Praised be You, my Lord, through Sister Water, who is very useful and humble and precious and chaste. Praised be You, my Lord, through Brother Fire, through whom You light the night, and he is beautiful and playful and robust and strong. Praised be You, my Lord, through our Sister Mother Earth, who sustains and governs us, and who produces various fruit with colored flowers and herbs. … Praise and bless my Lord and give Him thanks and serve Him with great humility.

Friday - October 2, 2026

By Thomas Riggs • October 2, 2026
SCRIPTURE Romans 10:15b How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news. WORDS OF HOPE The spouse who sits bed side in the emergency room, staring into the eyes of their beloved, holding them in love to ease their discomfort and uncertainty. The cafeteria worker who puts a little extra pudding on the tray of a child whose school lunch debt was paid off and the anonymous donor who gave up his prison earnings so that a kid could eat. The older sibling picking up their younger sister from the couch, half asleep and droopy, and putting them in their own bed and then returning to the couch to sleep a few hours before their mother comes home from her third shift. The aid worker who holds the frightened, screaming mother in their arms as the first responders dig through the rubble looking for survivors in the bombed-out house in Ukraine, or Gaza, or Iran. How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news. The night shift worker who tells a joke about a priest, a rabbi, and a bartender in the break room to lift the spirits of their weary co-workers, providing a moment of levity and laughter before returning to sweep and mop. The Meals on Wheels volunteer who brings not only a warm tray of chicken and rice, but also a button-up sweater they spotted at a thrift store for the elderly shut-in living alone in a little house off the main road, mostly unseen by the world passing by. The kind stranger who pulls off the road to help a single mother change a flat tire, using his own jack and tire iron. He offers to take the damaged tire to be repaired and promises to bring it back. Before leaving, he slips a $50 bill onto the front seat and gives a wink to the two kids watching from the back. How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news. The highly paid first-world surgeon who spends a month every year in the rural areas of the Democratic Republic of the Congo, dispensing HIV-medicine, delivering babies, and teaching hygiene to the poorest of the poor on the outskirts of the city. The classroom of Texas third graders and their amazing teacher, who hold a walk-a-thon and a bake sale and a book reading contest to raise money for another classroom of third graders and their amazing teacher in Honduras. The young man who, on his daily jog through the park, finds a shivering, whimpering dog abandoned in the bushes. He takes her home, feeds her, and holds her until she finally relaxes and falls asleep among blankets and pillows. Best of all, he gives her a name—and a home to call her own. How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news. Behind the scenes, without social media hype, and with insufficient funds, beautiful feet are bringing good news. Jesus bids us to walk with our feet to places where light, life, love, hope and peace are needed. PRAYER From the Service of Compline in the Episcopal Book of Common Prayer: Keep watch, dear Lord, with those who work, or watch, or weep this night, and give your angels charge over those who sleep. Tend the sick, Lord Christ; give rest to the weary, bless the dying, soothe the suffering, pity the afflicted, shield the joyous; and all for your love's sake. Amen. DEVOTION AUTHOR  Thomas Riggs
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