Welcome to St. Christopher’s Episcopal Church! We are delighted that you are visiting our parish website. Whether you are a member of our community or simply “passing through,” we cordially invite you to explore our various programs and ministries.
On this website you will find a schedule of our worship services and programs. We would be pleased to have you join our parish family. We strive to be just that — a family, working together, sharing our various skills and talents to serve the true head of our household – our Lord, Jesus Christ!
The Rev. Brian W. McGurk,
Rector, St. Christopher’s Episcopal Church
The Church is open Monday-Friday, 9 a.m. to 6 p.m. and Saturday, 9 a.m. to noon.
Church Office hours are Monday -Friday, 10 a.m. to 5:30 p.m.
Christmas Season Services
Sunday, Dec. 15, 10 a.m.
(No 8 a.m. service)
Lessons and Carols
Followed by Holiday Brunch
Saturday, Dec. 21, 5 p.m.
Celtic Christmas Evensong with Holy Eucharist
Tuesday, Dec. 24
3 p.m. Children’s Pageant
5 pm. and 11 p.m. Christmas Service with Holy Eucharist
Wednesday, Dec. 25
10 a.m. Christmas Service with Holy Eucharist
Sunday, Dec. 29
10 a.m. Holy Eucharist with Carol Sing
Following is a tribute to Nelson Mandela by parishioner and poet Neil Silberblatt:
Our heroes were not allowed
to ripen into patinaed old age.
Like fiddlehead ferns or spring lamb, they were
harvested early while still young, tender
cut down in motorcades or grand ballrooms
or on cheap hotel balconies.
We were left to imagine what havoc
age might wreak on their soft faces or hard ideals
He was the exception.
Improbably, he ripened before us
surviving almost three decades behind bars
hair whitening, once boyish cheeks gaining,
then losing their fur.
Outlasting a brutal regime which kept him
alive for sport or, more likely, for fear
of the pale heads which would blossom
on spikes after his murder.
Refusing his daily bread and forgiving his trespassers
as we could never hope to forgive those
who trespass against us.
Soft make his room now with broad vistas
and no walls.
From the soil of Soweto he was made, and
into its sweet welcoming bosom,