Connor Gwin is an Episcopal priest serving as the Associate Rector for Family Ministry at Christ Episcopal Church, Charlotte.
He is also an Associate (Oblate) of the Order of the Holy Cross (AHC), an Anglican, Benedictine monastic community in West Park, New York.
He is a lover of poetry, bluegrass, and 90’s hip-hop, who finds God primarily in silence, the beauty of nature, and the Book of Common Prayer.
Connor is married to Emma. They make a home in the Queen City of Charlotte, NC with their daughter.
Loved your presentation at lynchburg convocation! Best of luck! Will be praying for you!
I read The Ubiquity of Grief on Mockingbird. It was just wonderful. According to my math you’re only 26, is that possible?? So bright and deep and learned to be such a young fellow. And far too young to have lost both parents, so sorry about that. I too read that book about tidying up and dialoguing a great deal with your belongings so your mention made me laugh. I just couldn’t do that – maybe that’s why it didn’t work for me. But the paragraph where you talk about grieving never stopping, grieving the shattered expectations for our lives – I have a progressive movement disorder and every few years I incur a new loss and have something new to grieve. One year I can’t drink from a cup all of a sudden, the next year I can’t put my lipstick on. All of a sudden people are asking me if I need help and I hate that. My sister and brother and I had a falling out a few years ago over family money, such a little bit of money… Now no one’s speaking to anyone. So sad, so unnecessary. And many other hurts of life. But if I did not have my belief in God I would be utterly lost, and with it I have hope and a great deal of it, and joy as well. Thank you for such a excellent article.
I read The Ubiquity of Grief on Mockingbird. It was just wonderful. According to my math you’re only 26, is that possible?? So bright and deep and learned to be such a young fellow. And far too young to have lost both parents, so sorry about that. I too read that book about tidying up and dialoguing a great deal with your belongings so your mention made me laugh. I just couldn’t do that – maybe that’s why it didn’t work for me. But the paragraph where you talk about grieving never stopping, grieving the shattered expectations for our lives – I have a progressive movement disorder and every few years I incur a new loss and have something new to grieve. One year I can’t drink from a cup all of a sudden, the next year I can’t put my lipstick on. All of a sudden people are asking me if I need help and I hate that. My sister and brother and I had a falling out a few years ago over family money, such a little bit of money… Now no one’s speaking to anyone. So sad, so unnecessary. And many other hurts of life. But if I did not have my belief in God I would be utterly lost, and with it I have hope and a great deal of it, and joy as well