This is one of my favorite spaces in the church, not because it’s the sanctuary, the place I get to hold you hostage to listen to what’s on my mind each week. It’s something older and deeper than that. It’s something more than that. See, … read more.
Speaker: Rev. T. J. FitzGerald
Where were you? Where were you when it happened? This is one of the questions that can define a generation. One that holds so many stories for so many of us, stories of where people were when something happened that changed the world, or at … read more.
It is fall now, right? It is the season when the leaves change, isn’t it? The smell of fresh baked apple pie, the crack of the bats of those baseball players taking their season down the stretch, aren’t all those things happening? No? Maybe? Well, … read more.
Once upon a time, a group of people who thought a little differently about religion than those around them began looking for a spiritual home, a place where they could experience the divine in the way they felt called to do so. And after some … read more.
Growing up, a lot of the stories I heard were about animals. Some of the most beloved characters in literature are nonhuman animals who act a lot like human animals. I remember one in particular: The Fox and the Hound.
One of the moments in the … read more.
Sometimes life just isn’t fair, right? Seems like sometimes no matter where you go, someone’s right around the corner waiting to get over on you. Sometimes it feels like you’re not even safe from this right in your own neighborhood. I learned this firsthand a … read more.
I remember the first real strawberry I ever had. I will never forget it. I was living in Texas and I was in middle school. Out in our back yard, there was a tiny little plot of land that lay between our patio and our … read more.
Many attest that we learn by doing. As wonderful as teachings and ideas may be, without action, ideas don’t come to much. We will explore what it means to select a teaching and put it into a practice that might shape our lives.
Can you remember some of the images in the poem, Kindness, that Martina read? Staring out a window forever, eating chicken and maize. An Indian in a white pancho dead on the side of the road. Gazing at bread. Naomi Shihab Nye is an artist … read more.
One of the most powerful stories some people have is how they got the name they have today, how they wish to be called by others today. And there are all kinds of ways to get a name. Many of us here today received our … read more.
This past week, leading up to today, I wouldn’t be human if I wasn’t doing a little bit of reflecting. There’s no reason to make any big deal about it, but I turn forty years old today.
Now, a lot of people, especially friends that like … read more.
In my freshman year English class in high school we learned a lot of poems. There is one that I still remember.
The world is too much with us: late and soon,
Getting and spending we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in nature that … read more.
There is really nothing quite like a cliffhanger. Movies, books, television shows…they all use of this device. It activates something in our mind, something that desires resolution, something that desires closure. It’s probably good for us, but it can be unsettling.
Anyone who saw the new … read more.
Telling stories is something we have been doing for ages in our shared human family. Out from our ages past, some of the stories we tell change and mold to fit the times in which we live. We will look together at the ways we … read more.
Nestled up a bit in the valley is a house. It is like a lot of houses. It has walls, and windows, and doors. I know things about the house, things a lot of other people don’t. On quiet days, mostly on Mondays, doves roost … read more.
A wise teacher, really a governess of some fame, once offered this famous suggestion: “Let’s start at the very beginning. It’s a very good place to start.” And as it turns out, the beginning is also a pretty interesting place to start, too.
As it is … read more.
The earth awakes again. Down into the crackling, churning earth, sliding in plates that grind out a ticking of a clock, s clock that keeps the deepest, the oldest, the forgotten time, down into that crackling, churning earth spreads the warmth that gathers now once … read more.
I am a patient man. I was a patient child…when I wanted to be. Right mom and dad? I know this, and we have today the witness of my parents in case my word is not sufficient, because if you wanted to, you could track … read more.
It is truly a gift to be present for this first experience of our choir today. I confess, when we started talking about the idea, it didn’t dawn on me that I would be such a, shall we say, integral part of it. But I’m … read more.
I invite you to come with me on a journey. We are together in the dessert. The shifting sands and dry winds find every piece of earth, every piece of our exposed skin. We can feel the sting of the whipping sand in our eyes. … read more.