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The Spirit Unites Us In Christ
In a healthy family, a mother serves as a source of unity. Siblings can be very different and sometimes have virtually nothing in common, yet they all are united by the fact that they have the same mother who – ideally and hopefully – loved, nurtured, sacrificed, educated and cared for them. I shared at…
The Spirit is Our Advocate
I came across a story online this week that caught my attention. The headline read, Woman Embalmed, Bronzed in Favorite Pew. There was even a photo. The by line read MOSCOW, Idaho — Longtime church-goer Gert Rizzoli was so devoted to her spot in the pew at Featherside Congregational Church that when she passed away…
The Value of Publicly Sharing Our Experience
Having been born in Boston and growing up in Brookline less than three miles from the Boston Marathon finish line, the events of last week were very difficult for me. My connection to Boston is very strong. In the wake of the tragedy that happened at the conclusion of the Marathon and in the days…
Chip Off the Ol’ Block
4 As you come to him, the living Stone—rejected by humans but chosen by God and precious to him— 5 you also, like living stones, are being built into a spiritual house to be a holy priesthood, offering spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ. 6 For in Scripture it says: “See, I lay a stone in…
Fishing or Following?
Today’s encounter between the disciples and Jesus happens after the empty tomb of Easter morning; after Jesus appeared among the fearful disciples who had locked themselves in a house and said to them “Peace be with you.” After Jesus breathed on them and said, “Receive the Holy Spirit.” It happens after Jesus appears to them…
We Are All Like Thomas
I suspect that none of us would want to be remembered for one of our weakest moments. Can you imagine if for all time someone attached a label to you that you could never shake? Clumsy Carolyn, Dumb Doug, Rude Rita, Selfish Sam. That would stink wouldn’t it? We’d probably protest, “C’mon, I did some…