Sunday, May 23, 2021
GRADUATE INTO LIFE-LONG LEARNING
Monday, August 31, 2020
Take My Hand
My heart hurts.
Too many families are grieving this day as communities of
color particularly suffer from the impact of illness and racism.
My heart hurts.
The ideological divide in our country has deepened to the
point that the very actions that can keep communities healthy and thriving have
been politicized and as a result, people are dying.
My heart hurts.
It feels as if the only news is bad news and I keep asking
myself, “Is there any word from God?”
My heart hurts.
Social isolation is affecting mental health and recovery.
My heart hurts.
What is the state of your heart?
John Wesley, in his sermon, “Catholic Spirit”, wrote: "If your heart is as my heart, take my
hand."
We need to take each other’s
hands. Connected to one another, through love, causes us to bear our siblings’
burdens. It opens us to the lives of others—their joys and their pain, the
places where they hurt and the parts that are tender.
Just as God loves us with a
love that will never let us go, when we hold each other’s hands we commit to
staying connected even when we would rather turn away from the experiences of
another. It causes us to stay in the conversation even when it is hard. It
expands our view as we see through another’s eyes a world that may be so unlike
our own. When we take each other’s hands, we agree to build a world together
where suffering, injustice, pain and poverty are vanquished.
Whose hands do you hold?
Whose lives are you willing to fight for?
I know my heart isn’t the
only heart to hurt. Take my hand.
May we find comfort in the
Psalms that promise us, “Weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing
comes in the morning.” Together, we can push back on all the forces that
denigrate, defile and deny the image of God that each person possesses.
Be well! Stay safe! Wear a mask!
Saturday, August 3, 2019
SOCIAL HOLINESS, SPIRITUALITY, AND SHOOTINGS
Thursday, June 27, 2019
LGBTQ+ LIVES, GOD'S GRACE, AND THE UMC
Saturday, January 26, 2019
When Love Grows Cold
Saturday, January 19, 2019
Reflections During a Government Shut-Down
Saturday, December 29, 2018
Goodbye, 2018. Hello, 2019!
Put me to what thou wilt, rank me with whom thou wilt.
Put me to doing, put me to suffering.
Let me be employed by thee or laid aside for thee,
exalted for thee or brought low for thee.
Let me be full, let me be empty.
Let me have all things, let me have nothing.
I freely and heartily yield all things
to thy pleasure and disposal.
And now, O glorious and blessed God,
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
thou art mine, and I am thine. So be it.
And the covenant which I have made on earth,
let it be ratified in heaven. Amen.”
Saturday, February 24, 2018
SPIRITUAL CROSS TRAINING
Sunday, January 14, 2018
Can Anything Good Come Out of ____________?
This weekend, may we put down the lies we have been told about others. May we drop our prejudices and biases and allow the truth of another’s life to shine the light of God’s love into our own life. This weekend is “Human Relations Sunday” in The United Methodist Church. It is always held the Sunday before Martin Luther King, Jr.’s birthday. In these days when falsehoods are being fostered and prejudices are promoted, may we bear testimony to the world of an alternative vision that the Gospel provides and that King lived out in word and deed:Sunday, December 2, 2012
Songs of the Season: Come, Thou Long Expected Jesus
"Come, Thou Long Expected Jesus" is an Advent hymn written by Charles Wesley. Charles Wesley (1708-1788) was a hymn writer of epic proportions. Charles was the brother of John Wesley, the founder of Methodism. In many ways, the spread of Methodism can be credited in part to Charles, whose lyrics imparted Methodist understandings of God's love and grace and the way of salvation.
"Come, Thou Long Expected Jesus" was written in 1744 and included in a tract of his hymns called Hymns for the Nativity of Our Lord.
born to set thy people free;
from our fears and sins release us,
let us find our rest in thee.
Israel's strength and consolation,
hope of all the earth thou art;
dear desire of every nation,
joy of every longing heart.
born a child and yet a King,
born to reign in us forever,
now thy gracious kingdom bring.
By thine own eternal spirit
rule in all our hearts alone;
by thine all sufficient merit,
raise us to thy glorious throne.
I find this a very comforting hymn. In Christ lies our liberation. Yet, the one who liberates is not a mighty warrior-king but a child who dwells in our hearts, offering our souls a blessed rest.




