God of many names, we give thanks for the songs of spring that spoke to us of life this week, that wrapped our little town, our little church, our little lives in the promise of renewal.
And tiny waxing crescent moon, hung up in our steeple Tuesday night, thank you too.
On this rare Sunday we give thanks for the blessings of family, of community, of new beginnings. And we give thanks for the promise of a new age, when differences are commonality.
Continue reading “April 26, 2015 – S. Johnson”
Great Spirit, we come to you this morning in love and gratitude.
Thank you for waking us up to glorious sunshine, with all its promise of new growth.
Thank you for the comfort and companionship of our warm and breathing bodies…in the pews, in the choir loft, and here in the Altar.
Thank you for your loving presence, here with us now, in the little sanctuary we have prepared for you.
As I walked at sunrise this morning, I noticed how much activity there was going on all around me… the softening earth; plants and trees waking up; nests being built; heads peeking out of burrows; all manner of honking, chirping, buzzing, barking, and squeaking – such a change from the waiting stillness of a dormant winter.
Continue reading “April 17, 2015 – K. Maxim”
Finally spring. In the woods, the bare trees soar, making a vaulted cathedral ceiling framing the blue heavens. We rejoice in the soft dark ground and oak leaves underfoot. Patches of old snow remind us where we have come from. The low walls of piled rocks along the paths tell the story of the faith and determination of the Lincoln farmers of hundreds of years ago. Imagine the winter of 1715 which was like the one we just had.; waking up every morning to water frozen in the pitcher on the wash stand, leaning close to the fire to feel the warmth from logs chopped and carried, eating thin stews of old turnips, hand shoveling vast piles of snow , and lugging water each morning to the animals in the barn.
Continue reading “April 12, 2015 – J. Mansfield”
Spirit of love, spirit of life, on this Easter morn we give thanks at entering this sacred space and finding you here – in the faces of our children, our elders, in ourselves.
We give thanks for the Passover, for Artemis in last night’s full moon, and for spring – the owl in the barn, the salamander stirring in the mud, the daffodils cautiously raising their hopeful heads just outside our clear windows.
We give thanks for the certainty of the dawn, for Apollo’s sunrise kiss in the fields this morning, for rocks rolled away, for the angel in the tomb foretelling hope.
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Lord, Spirit of life,
We commemorate the sesquicentennial anniversary of the end of the Civil War by remembering the three quarters of a million who perished, recalling that on Good Friday a hundred and fifty years ago, a war-weary Abraham and a mournful Mary took a buggy ride in April’s afternoon sunshine and promised to repair a relationship strained by four years of war and the deaths of two of their children.
They looked forward to a play that evening, a comedy that a Confederate insurgent would turn into a national tragedy.
We are grateful for the sacrifices of so many that gave birth to a new order of civic life that we too often take for granted.
Continue reading “March 29, 2015 – R. Shepard”
Lord, we are here once again in our ever-changing quest for meaning and understanding
We are called with the ringing of bells
to the comfort of this transcendent space
to the warmth of a community of fellow travelers
in an individual and collective search for that which is greater than us
We are driven by an innate spirit that draws us inward while pushing us outward to see the spirit in all living things, stripping away our sense exceptionalism by asking us to embrace the specialness of all.
Let us celebrate the on-the-calendar arrival of spring by not forgetting the beauty of winter or its lessons:
downhill glee of children, and the
start of March Madness
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I am sorry I haven’t been in touch lately. It seems I am always too busy with my everyday life to talk with you. This week I had to take my cat for a grooming appointment, I visited my niece at the rehab hospital and then I spent a couple of hours at the dentist getting a crown.
But I have missed you, God. I have something on my mind that is troubling me and I know that you have always been a good listener.
Continue reading “March 15, 2015 – J. Boynton”
We enter into March, the month which balances extremes: equal days and nights, winter and spring, the beauty of the last snow and first flowers, and the ugliness of mud and grey slush. March is the month of contradictions. EO Wilson has written that human evolution has produced a creature which is inherently a contradiction. Humans have survived because of the traits which contribute to selfishness: determination, ambition, competition, and aggression, but also because of the traits which allowed survival of the group: caring, loyalty, and sacrifice of self for others, and the positive emotions of faith, hope, and love.
Continue reading “March 8, 2015 – J. Mansfield”
God, you have blessed us with many riches—our minds, bodies, and spirit—–parents, friends, children, our lovely animals, and an amazing green and blue planet abounding with life—
What are we to do we do with this bounty?
How should we live? And what can we leave behind?
Continue reading “February 22, 2015 – D. Elliott”