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.
Speaker: Rev. T. J. FitzGerald
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.
It was a normal afternoon for me. I met a friend at the mall for some Christmas shopping and to grab a coffee. We finished our shopping quicker than we expected…and our coffee, too. And neither of us had much to do in the afternoon. … read more.
On this special morning when we remember the life and the ministry of Martin Luther King, Jr., we will look to the leadership of the youngest members of our community and share a meal of Stone Soup together. Come and join in this celebration of … read more.
I heard a story some years ago. It was a story about a preacher who was invited to preach at a well-known, visible church that stood in the deep history of the American Black Church tradition. The minister who was invited to preach was a … read more.
We all know the story, the old, old, deep story. A child, unknown, unplanned for, is delivered into the lives and the arms of the least suspecting parents. The child’s new parents travel great distances, to lands far, far, away, to settle with the child … read more.
I really do love that song [“Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas]. The lilting phrases, the way it soars and then returns. And those lyrics, right, just so…pushy.
I don’t mean any offense to the song, but really think about it. The song ends by telling … read more.
I can still remember seeing it for the first time. I was five years old or so. I beheld the beauty of a work of art—the background set in all black, the image of a beautiful, strong, young woman in the foreground, and the iconic … read more.
It is truly good to have so many visitors here with us today. In case any of our invited guests decide this really is their spiritual home, I want to say welcome, you are truly wanted here. And I also want to say … read more.
This week and a half of welcomes, of greetings, of new beginnings for me, has been wonderful. I thank all of you who have played a role in welcoming me here. I am really starting to feel at home with you. Of course, I might … read more.
Photo from Center for Labor Education and Research, University of Hawai’i – West O’ahu
Do you remember your first job? For many of us, a first job was something like cutting grass, or babysitting, or a paper route. I remember helping a friend with his paper … read more.