Joy

All summer, workers have been building a brick wall along the road by my neighborhood. Against the brutal heat, they stretch a tarp overhead to get a...

I have learned to trust those who are witnesses rather than gurus, those who express their confusion as well as their knowledge, and those who share the...

Dear God: Good Friday is gone—a dark day on the calendar, A time of suffering—with more losses than gains, And more pain than we thought we could bear.

Noah was an old man who loved to dance and sing and to make things with his hands. He especially loved to make mud pies. Noah loved to do these things...

I have been wondering what the morning glories know. Is it envy that compels these vines to strangle other flowers arising in their path? Or perhaps...

May we honor and hold gently our past. May we live fully our present. May we hope toward and build our future, Living our mission [insert congregation's...

May we hear the melody of Life and find ourselves singing harmony....

We take time to remember The ancestor’s journey Lit by a thousand stars What the wilderness taught them “Blessed art thou oh lord” Trust in the path...