We have a holy obligation to bring about paradise on this earth; each generation helps us do that.

This burning flame represented hope during the bleakness of World War II.

May our beacon of hope give you respite

May we tend our Soul Fire through these challenging and trying times

It is in gathering that we find our hope.

Light the fire of the Future

Here we gather to celebrate hope, and the infinite possibilities of love.

May we be with one another in solidarity and struggle.

Easter is a holiday of miracles.

I am afraid and exhausted from the constant fear. I don’t know who to trust for information about the virus.

The stories remind us there is still and always joy in this world, but it usually comes right alongside the struggle.

This year, the Advent season seems particularly seized by a spirit of the expected, the longing.

Hope continues, uncertain and true, like candlelight, ready to spark again.

Advent is about the new story being written in our lives.

The chalice, as a symbol of Unitarian Universalism, arose as a beacon of hope in an atmosphere of tyranny. The chalice arose as a sign of promise that the marginalized would neither be forgotten nor ignored, because they are beloved and precious from the perspective of the Holy. This morning, we...

I hope that this Great Silence, which has come alongside the suffering, holds the beginnings of our healing.

We kindle this flame, Honoring the doorways in our souls: The windows through which we gaze at one another The balconies where we catch glimpses of sky The thresholds we stand on this morning Wondering, hoping, fearing, dreaming.

See how the winds have shaped her hands to hold hope? So tenuous, it trembles like a hummingbird’s heart. She gently carries hope to a nest in the midst of the maelstrom and tilts it into the bowl of tiny feathers and mosses. Hope is so hard to cup. She might need your help when it seeps through...

Hope rises. It rises from the heart of life, here and now, beating with joy and sorrow. Hope longs. It longs for good to be affirmed, for justice and love to prevail, for suffering to be alleviated, and for life to flourish in peace. Hope remembers. It remembers the dreams of those who have gone...

Jesus had no political power. He lived his whole life in the shadow of the Roman empire, and that empire killed him. Yet Jesus healed the sick, he listened, he moved among the ordinary people, in the lowly places.