There is a quiet buzz building, just behind some door, a gathering horde of holiday festivities. When their bonds are loosed we will be swept along, in a mix of terror and glee, until we find ourselves spent and a little disheveled sometime around the middle of January.
In the meantime, in the chill and quietude of mid-November, we stop and think a moment about what this all means. For many of us, the holidays are deeply about home- about returning home, about creating home, and about finding a home. The holiday rituals and traditions that we employ, quirky though they may be, connect us to our sense of home in the past and, we hope, offer some meaningful connection to the future.
Continue reading “November 16, 2014 – A. Clark”
The pastoral prayer this morning is one of giving thanks, thanks for a gift that has come to me as I experience losses that come with aging. The gift is wonderfully new — an ongoing good feeling born of the ability to appreciate, see, and envelop myself in the unbounded beauty of the physical world.
The gift was revealed to me during a two-week vacation trip last June to the national parks of Yellowstone and the Grand Tetons in Wyoming. Rhoda and I toured the parks in a rented car, and as many of you know so well, the wide diversity of ever-changing views is spectacular.
They proceed one after another, each offering a new panorama of mountains and rolling flat plains, singing brooks and meandering rivers, varieties of shades of green and vivid color displays in thermal baths. But most remarkable was to be both enthralled and embraced, able to drink in the scenes slowly and deliberately, and to be joyful in so doing. It happened every day, and the ability to do it has stayed to this very day.
Continue reading “November 9, 2014 – K. Taschioglou”
It is gray outside, and wet, and a little bleak. The leaves have lost their luster, the late afternoons have lost their light, and the vitality of our natural world seems to be just slipping away. Things are dying, and the glorious, boastful promise of the spring and summer has now become a bittersweet elegy for what was and what was not.
We are reminded, in this season, of the way that things come to an end – the way they burst open, and flourish, and sustain, and then fail and die. We are reminded today, on All Souls Day, of the persons we have lost. Of those we held most dear to us, of those who went too soon, and of those who left an empty place behind.
Continue reading “November 2, 2014 – A. Clark”
Let us pray this crisp October morning for something that most every person in this sanctuary has in common–something that makes us different from the rest of the world– something that I’m sure you all appreciate– but something that your children might not even realize– I didn’t, until recently. Let us give thanks for simply being part of this really small town.
On my first day of ninth grade last year at Noble and Greenough School in Dedham, I was repeatedly asked, “Where are you from?” When I’d say I was from Lincoln, I would usually get perplexed looks and a response along the lines of “Where the heck is that?” And when they’d ask which school I attended in Lincoln, I’d always have to explain, “Well, Lincoln only has one school.”
Continue reading “October 26, 2014 – A. Patterson”
God, here we are again this morning.
We come to you because we know
You are waiting. We are longing:
For our hearts to become so wise
Forgiveness becomes irrelevant.
For our bodies to become so strong
That we conquer all our illnesses.
For our dreams to become so real
That every day we can remember
We are already where we need to be.
Continue reading “October 19, 2014 – I. Nebel”
Let us pray this morning for something that we don’t usually pray for.
For something that most of us try to avoid.
Almighty spirit, wherever you are or whoever you are, I pray for the long lost art of boredom, some time to do nothing, even if it might not be the Lincoln Way or in keeping with our industrious New England roots.
Boredom, nothing to do, nothing exciting or interesting to think about, at least for a little while.
Please help us put some boredom back into our absurdly busy lives.
Bring back boredom, for old time’s sake.
And then while you are at it, remind us again how exactly we’re supposed to sit still and enjoy it.
Continue reading “October 12, 2014 – J. Patterson”
God, there are the small confusions of our every day existence
And the larger ones that seem to threaten humanity.
It’s hard to sleep and feel free, knowing brothers and sisters are in pain,
And dying too soon. We don’t dare ask you to make sense of disease
Or of a world damaged by our own misdeeds, but we pray you to keep us
Company in our sorrow, so that by feeling the immensity of your love,
We have the courage to improve tomorrow. Even while our destiny joins us,
Let us receive all you offer, and be made better for it. For you are the peace
That knows neither time nor circumstance.
Continue reading “October 5, 2014 – I. Nebel”
Great Spirit who encircles and encompasses our spiritual and rational selves
We are here this morning, in this space, and in this time
Not seeking majestic answers to a grand question
But simply, grateful for the warmth of our prayers
The quiet moments in
Our timeout corner of choice
Where we catch the breath of our souls
And listen to the rhythms of our lives
Continue reading “September 28, 2014 – R. Shepard”
To the spirit that is in us and all around us, we pray.
The crickets are getting louder every night reminding us that these glorious late
summer days will not last.
The red tomatoes hanging heavy on the vine, the shiny green peppers, the vibrant zinnias will soon be just a memory.
On the nights when we sit outside in the early dark and gaze at stars and a waning moon, may we learn the lesson that the natural world has to teach us.
Continue reading “September 14, 2014 – B. O’Neil”