What “toast, boast, and oath” might you offer this January?

You can’t be a Unitarian Universalist and believe anything you want.

In our lived lives, family comes in different shapes and sizes and constellations.It is in this variety—this diversity—that our lives are made fuller and our individual selves made more whole. It is in this variety, it is in this diversity, that we look back to the ancestors, recognizing no...

How can I be love instead of being anger and fear?

May our spirits be guided by our values.

We are divine bodies of light and darkness

The power to choose is the power of life in the midst of brokenness.

Taking what we need and leaving the rest behind isn’t only a one time thing. We can do it anytime.

Let us grieve for our own pain, as oppressions / come between us, as sharp / as broken glass.

The 8th Principle is about actively dismantling racism.

May I speak from my learning and not from my habit.

May I have the wisdom to be curious when I find myself grumbling about “them.”

Let it be said by generations to come that when the pain of our separation was revealed, we moved closer to the promised land of our beloved community.

A reflection from the Side With Love Sunday worship service.

Why do we so readily hand over what's priceless for a meager sum of money—or a major sum, for that matter?

Amidst the swirl of life's challenges, fears, and even moments of crisis, I make time to gaze at the night sky to see the vastness there, And to remember that this moment in time is but a flicker— Not an inconsequential flicker— For what I do and think now does matter. My work, though, is to let...

We seek blessed assurance through pandemic chaos, relentless loss, and unimaginable stress.

I come from a long line of strong Black women. My grandmother used to share stories about how she caused “trouble” in town when a white man hired her to put up the displays in his store window. At that time, all the Black women in town worked as domestics in the homes of white ladies, or in the...

Goddess, Make me an instrument of peace Where there is hatred, let me know love Where there is injury, healing Where there is doubt, reassurance Where there is challenge, compassion Where there is pain, rest O Divine Mother, Grant that I may Not so much seek to control as to co-create, To be...

The first time I was told that I was too queer to be a congregation's minister, they asked, "What will the neighbors think?,” as if it were the most natural question in the world. It was then that I understood how grace works: it’s costly. It requires us to be uncomfortable, to get outside...