Sexuality in all its stunning diversity is part of our birthright.

Words of worth rebound, resound...

Rooting ourselves in love as the source of all we are, Let us love.

We give thanks to the Sacred, woven in and among us, for the teachers, youth advisors, youth mentors, and parents in our community.

Preparation: acquire a wooden block tower building game (similar to Jenga ©). If possible, consider getting a jumbo version of game because its size lends itself to more visibility for the congregation and more space for more kids to participate. Other supplies: signs or name tags that state...

My vet said, “She's telling you thank you for letting her go.”

Dying is scary, but we are brave, and we can talk about it together.

Let us imagine washing the feet of someone who has wronged us. Their feet, too, are calloused and muddy from the road.

I wasn’t really “born this way.” I grew this way.

Coming out is vulnerable, intimate, and holy.

Breathe in us, with us, and through us as we gather—one in community.

We don’t need to understand why someone sets a boundary to respect it.

I rise on the shoulders of ancestors whose names I can not know.

It's my actions and choices that determine my connection to others.

If you’re trying to build a worship service that's anti-racist and decenters whiteness, you start in one spot.

We hold in our hearts those who aspire to move from age-ing to sage-ing.

There is no such thing as unskilled labor.

Beneath the snow, life is bursting, preparing for the next season.

Loss binds us together undeniably.

I offer my "Ouch" with hope and trust.

Can we find space for lifting our heads in wonder—that we’re still striving, still trying together

May we open our hearts to the abundance of creation.

Pleasure is one of the ways we know when we are free.

Worship is relational and even transformational, but it's not informational.