A New Series! "The Archdeacon"

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Beginning on Monday, I will be unveiling a new series.  This series will offer a bit more levity than my Lenten series on St. Matthew's Passion. Even though it will be of a less serious nature, I hope that there will still be much that can be learned. This new series is entitled "The Archdeacon".  It takes place in that strange but familiar land inhabited by the residents of my "Mr. Perkins" stories. Unsurprisingly, it is the story of an Archdeacon of the same diocese in which Mr. Perkins is a faithful priest.  New episodes will be posted daily (or nearly daily) following the journeys of the Archdeacon as he seeks to navigate his new role in the ever-changing modern church.

Some people who have followed my Mr. Perkins stories have asked where this diocese is and when the stories take place. It is one those strange places of the imagination, near but far. People seem to dress as if they lived in another period and sometimes act as if they lived in another period, and yet it is clearly a modern-day story.  Perhaps it is a parallel universe. Perhaps it is another branch of the space-time continuum. I don't know.  But I do think I know some of these people well enough to share at least a bit of their story with you.  I hope you will come to know and love (and maybe even hate) some of them, too.

The Archdeacon is a story about the quest for virtue and the missteps that all of us making in seeking the good. I hope you enjoy it.

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Anonymous said…
Looking forward to listening to your new series:)
April 11, 2020 at 9:39 AM
Mei said…
Exciting to read your new series!
April 14, 2020 at 2:50 PM
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