Prayers and Reflections in Season
In Always a Guest, Barbara Brown Taylor preaches good news to faith communities, seminarians, and readers in her role as guest preacher and messenger of hope.Continue reading ““Always a Guest” by Barbara Brown Taylor: Book Review”
A guest post by David H. Schroeder, originally published in the Port Townsend Leader, January 20, 2020, reflecting on another difficult winter not so long ago.
I find myself dreaming of other times and places. Can you blame me?
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A guest post by David H. Schroeder, originally published in the Port Townsend Leader, December 2, 2020, reflecting on another very odd year with some parallels to our times.
I find myself dreaming of other times and places. Can you blame me?
Continue reading “Dreaming of the ‘Frost Faire’ of 1565”
... to find the peace that comes from getting your heart broken.
Sunday afternoon, sitting on the deck. Sunny, cool breeze. Voices in the distance, coming from a a nearby porch. I think I recognize a neighbor’s voice.
Continue reading “Why Read a Novel?”
For faith communities gearing up for the annual pledge drive: Here you'll find three sets of original stewardship skits designed to inspire, inform, and make people laugh.Continue reading “Stewardship Skits – Make ’em Laugh!”
On August 18, I return to the Priory Spirituality Center for one of my favorite workshops to give: “Sharing the Creative Spark.” This relaxed and inviting 3-hour class focuses on mindful approaches to the “one-breath poem” commonly called haiku.
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"The vote is the most powerful nonviolent change agent you have in a democratic society. You must use it because it is not guaranteed. You can lose it." ― John Lewis
The above quotation is excerpted from “Together, You can Redeem the Soul of Our Nation” by John Lewis, published in the New York Times on July 30, 2020, the day of his funeral.
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I’m at the front of the checkout line at the local drug store, just behind the yellow line, sporting my cherry print pandemic mask. The customer standing at the counter clutches the handles of his rollator—a walker with a seat. He looks to be in his 50’s, but he might be younger. Scraggly beard and hair, a leather pouch with a shoulder strap tucked under one arm. He looks worn down.
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A litany by Margaret D. McGee, for use on Ascension Day or the Sunday after Ascension Day.
With open hearts, let us offer up our prayers together, saying,
Arise, O God,
Hear our prayer.
Took a walk before lunch. Down Monroe Street, around the corner, along Washington under the trees that line Memorial Field. An older man walked toward me, about a half block ahead along the same sidewalk. He walked slowly with the help of a cane.
Continue reading “Sun After Rain”