I live and write on Lingít Aaní, and gratefully acknowledge the past, present and future caretakers of this beautiful place, the Jilkaat Kwaan and Jilkoot Kwaan.

Halfway through church on Sunday we paused to bless the new coffee pot.  Dwight led the procession to the kitchen carrying a cross, and Jan and Deacon Georgia and Nancy– all in their vestments– gathered close while we stood back a ways. Jan said a few words to God and the percolating pot, and then asked that the “liveliness of the bean” (as in coffee) “be a reminder of the liveliness of God’s love for us.” This kind of event at tiny St. Michael’s is why I attend church there.It has also prompted one much more formal Episcopalian friend to dub us “St. Loonies in the Boonies.” You know, that may be true, but a sense of humor goes a long way in a worship service and in life. On the back of the bulletin Jan had printed a quote from Paul Evdokimon, part of which read, ” It is not enough to have moments of praise. All of life, each act, every gesture, even the smile of the human face, must become a hymn of adoration, an offering, a prayer.”