There is this saying in the field of religious studies that goes “science is like prose, and religion is like poetry: they can both be sources of truth, but speak in different rhythms.” Though I’m not sure how far this metaphor extends, it is used … read more.
“I can hear the angels sing…”
Thank you, Courtney…and choir…
I can hear the angels sing…
“…that glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold.”
It Came Upon the Midnight Clear
Well…if you’re looking at the same weather forecast I am…a Midnight Clear is … read more.
This is the longest night. We have arrived at this moment as the Wheel of the Year has turned again. Gradually, the night has grown, stretching out, getting comfortable. The word solstice comes from Latin sol for sun and stice, for standing. This etymology describes … read more.
This is the season when the interplay of day and night, of light and darkness is much with us. The time when nights lengthen toward the Solstice…next Tuesday…when the predictable miracle will occur …and the days will begin to lengthen again. This is a time … read more.
The choir will sing Poulenc’s Christmas Motets. There will also be music by Flor Peeters.
“You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.”
Could it really be that simple?
Just let the soft … read more.
“Its me, its me, its me, Oh, Lord, standin’ in the need of prayer.”
Prayer is one of “those” words. Powerful for many. Problematic for just as many more.
Who are we praying to? What do we expect to happen? Can’t we just call it meditation?
What do … read more.
Responsive Reading: Whose Are We by Victoria Safford
Who carries you in their heart, thinks of you, whether you think of them or not?
Whose are you?
Who are your people, the ones who make a force field you can almost touch?
Whose are you?
Who is within your … read more.
