Prayers and Reflections in Season
A guest post by David H. Schroeder, originally published in the Port Townsend Leader, reflects on gratitude for everyday blessings that weren't always everyday.
I am spending the winter exercising my muscles of Gratitude.
Continue reading “Lucky Me: Exercising Gratitude For Things Great and Small”
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!”
Yesterday I went to Goodwill and picked up a couple small flower vases to round out my collection. Found just the thing, and paid a total of $6.52 for the both of them.Continue reading “Shopping at Goodwill”
When Salvation Comes
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Just exactly how many pairs of black pants do I really need?
A homily by Margaret D. McGee
In this morning’s reading from Isaiah, the LORD, the Holy One, speaks to the people of Zion, in words that convey some frustration. Words, in fact, that give the sense of a God who is fed up to the teeth with these people, and with their acts of worship.
Continue reading “How Many Pairs of Black Pants Do I Really Need?”
Written by Bill Dengler, these responsive prayers are appropriate for Thanksgiving Day, Stewardship in-gatherings, Creation Care Sunday, and Earth Day celebrations.
We offer thanks, O God, for all the wonders of your creation,
On New Year’s Eve, I took a morning drive out to H.J. Carroll Park to help repair the labyrinth.
A day or two before Christmas, news had spread among local labyrinthers that the meditative path in the park was all kerfuffled.
Continue reading “On Holy Ground”
The two old sleeping bags were rolled up at the back of an upper closet shelf in the bedroom for most of the time David and I lived in our current house, which is more than 16 years now.
Covered in faded green ducking, each bag had an extra flap of the tightly-woven material at the head. The flap, wrapped all the way around the roll, was secured by green cotton cords sewn into the hem and tied in bows.
Continue reading “The Comfort of Old Flannel”
In the Courtyard 