Pathways Through Lent, our annual series of devotions, is a companion in the deeply spiritual time of Lent. Parishioners contribute to this series by writing reflection, sometimes based upon the day’s readings from the Daily Office, and often drawing from their lives’ experiences.
“This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine…” Sounds easy, doesn’t it?! When you hear that song for the first time, it IS easy to let your light shine. Likely, you were between the ages of three and five! All of the.
Psalm 63 talks about crying out to God. When should we cry out to God? What happens when we cry out to God? In the Catholic tradition there are worshipers that practice novenas. When I am afraid I schedule a novena. It’s a prayer.
Faith is deeply personal. While we gather in fellowship and community, in shared belief and the desire to be agents of positive change in the world, we have our unique stories and struggles, our joys and sorrows. It is one of life’s quiet mysteries.
Look for the Good The Book of Genesis shares the story of Joseph, a young man who was sold into slavery by his brothers (after they had first thought to kill him). Inspiringly, even in the face of this injustice, Joseph held to the.
I recently moved into a new apartment building. Or as the building would like to say, a new “community.” Right before I signed the lease, I noticed that the leasing agent kept referring to the building as a “community” and never once used the.
Every night, there’s a pretty standard post-dinner scene that plays out in my house. Some nights it goes better than others, but almost always, someone ends up in a timeout or has lost a privilege. I’m not asking for much. Brush your teeth, put.
“Do not let your hearts be troubled. Believe in God, believe also in me.” John 14:1 This passage from St. John’s Gospel has taken on a new meaning for me as we begin our search for a new rector. Recall that immediately preceding this.
Sing Me To Heaven “In my heart’s sequestered chambers lie truths stripped of poets’ gloss Words alone are vain and vacant, and my heart is mute In response to aching silence, memory summons half-heard voices And my soul finds primal eloquence, and wraps me.
In early January during a particularly cold spell, Joanne and I drove home from Minneapolis, taking a scenic and slower route along the upper Mississippi River rather than the interstate. The river was frozen over, and visible life seemed on hold. The ice was.
“Stay in the light.” A dear Quaker friend often ends her email and voice-messages with this phrase—a mantra for a joyful Christian life. Ours is a positive religion. As Christians, we are called to be optimistic. That is the hope and the promise of.