Sermons from January 2016

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Awake

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Religion, in my opinion, and that is all it is, take it for what it is worth, my opinion, is a beautiful magnificent thing. At its best it invites us
to redefine ourselves,
to challenge all self-definitions,
to engage in an exciting quest,
to live with depth,
to recognize illusions,
to awaken,
to not cling to a version of self that is destructive,
but like a snake to shed the skin and be reborn,
and to contribute to this wild, amazing human existence on this beautiful planet.

Our Church’s Photo Album

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Inclusivity is a major theme of the new hymnal. So the committee was intentional about including hymns that celebrated diversity and inclusion

The words to the hymn “For Everyone Born, A Place at the Table” were written by Shirley Erena Murray. The hymn was ‘evoked’ as she put it “by the UN Declaration of Human Rights” and her involvement with Amnesty Internationsl. She said “it should be sung at a spirited pace.”

The second song, When Hands Reach Out and Fingers Trace” was written by Presbyterian minister Carolyn Winfrey GilletteThis hymn celebrates the breadth of human diversity and the variety of gifts and abilities through which God’s people serve the church and world.

Fierce Love

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Scarred Love is seen anytime a person is able to take their pain and allow it to be transformed into a gift. It is counter-intuitive. You can’t tell people to do it. It is not a commandment. It is only Love when it is freely entered. When a person could by all means keep and hold the pain and anger for a lifetime and by all rights never would be blamed for doing so, nevertheless, when she or he chooses and allows that pain and mistreatment to become something else, something reconciling, that is scarred Love.

Fire and Spirit

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This baptism isn’t just a Christian thing. It is a Christian symbol for a human thing. It is a spirit of courage despite fear that infects people of conscience. Jew, Christian, Muslim, Humanist, whatever, catch the spirit of baptism when they allow their consciences to be raised and realize that they are being summoned to risk. To risk love.

Sacred Suns of God

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“Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars – mere globs of gas atoms. I, too, can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I see less or more?”