On this Father’s Day, I’ll share a couple of my favorite stories about “fathering”. And I’ll invite us to think about how those stories help us build a world where love is not diminished.
Rev. Becky Edmiston-Lange
Alas, poor Pluto, we thought we knew ye. But hark, what light from yonder distant horizon breaks? Could it be a “giant distant disturber’? And what in the world – our world – might that mean for us and our understanding of what it means to be human?
As summer approaches we pause to reflect on the year that has been and to acknowledge all that we mean to one another. There will be some special recognitions and we will officially welcome New Members of the congregation. The choir will sing its last anthem before the summer break. AND, rather than Flower communion, we will celebrate our many gifts in a new and exciting way!
What words could possibly do justice to the many different ways in which we mother and have been mothered? Our individual experiences vary tremendously, but all of us have at least one thing in common – someone gave birth to us. Given that, is there something we might all celebrate on this day?
If Jesus were alive today, what message would he be preaching? I think we can say with assurance that the Kingdom of Heaven has definitely not arrived! And, yet, even in these troubling times, there are signs and portents of hope and liberation. How are we to live now, on this side of transformation?
What could this ancient Biblical story possibly have to teach us about life in the United States in 2017? It may have more to teach us than we think in this era of “otherism” and hate.
Mary Oliver says in one of her poems that “there is only one question – how to love this world.” Key to that endeavor may be rediscovering our place in nature and restoring a sense of sacred balance.
In a way unimaginable a decade ago, the topic of gender identity has entered the political arena. While some people are obsessed about who gets to use which restroom, larger issues of acceptance and justice come into play.
The title is from a John Hiatt song, which goes on to say: “don’t come from me and you, come from up above.” Well, I don’t know about that, but I do know that love can be heavenly. John Hiatt was one of Mark’s and my favorite musicians. It sometimes seemed his music became a backdrop for our relationship. The service will feature several John Hiatt tunes and it will be a little about Mark and me and a lot about love in all its wonderful manifestations.
Millions of working Americans don’t know where their next meal is coming from. Why are people malnourished in the richest country – and one of the most obese – on earth?