An Emerson member who attended a recent worship service built around the practice of Taizé (part of Emerson’s Summer Assembly) was inspired to write the following poem. The author wishes to remain anonymous. June 29, 2014 Taizé Silence. I close my eyes. I hear the scratch of pen on paper. I feel the breeze of bodies walking past. I sense soft footsteps on the carpet. A brass bowl on the chancel fills with burdens of those present. An ambulance siren breaks the silence, a reminder of burdens outside our sanctuary. Voices rise to praise the opening of roses, as flames flash from the brass bowl, our burdens gone in a blaze bright and sudden as a solar flare. Ashes, or the memory of ashes, Lead us to the spirit that is life. Grace. Hope. Love. I depart with my heart in a holy place.
Dear Ones, Yup, things are changing… again. We all know change can be difficult and this congregation sure has had a lot of it the last few years. Now that [...]
Our Beloved Community – We are doing it, Emerson family – we are in a smoother part of this wild rollercoaster ride we have been on. There may be more [...]
Mike Condit will follow up on his RE presentation of May 1 centered on a book by Kenneth E. Walsh entitled Bible Stories for All Without the Dogma by facilitating [...]
