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Transfer

Transfer

  What do you mean when you say that you’re a Christian?  Do you mean more than a system of moral teaching? Do you mean more than a building you visit regularly or irregularly? Or, do you mean you’ve experienced a transfer of power from a garbage dump outside of...
Easter Pattern

Easter Pattern

  Easter has a pattern.  It begins in darkness almost at the point of despair.  That’s when God shows up. That’s when God opens what is shut and un-openable.  Then comes the part where we partner with God just like the women at the tomb. God rolled the stone away...
New Beginnings 41: Lend Me Your Eyes

New Beginnings 41: Lend Me Your Eyes

New Beginnings offers a chance for middle school youth to reflect on the important relationships in their lives and consider what “New Beginnings” they can take on in their own lives. Often, New Beginnings is the first opportunity for a young person to...
Reality

Reality

  Good Friday is God’s way of saying that we should not avoid reality. Jesus didn’t circumvent it, neither must we. Good Friday begs that we find our real God in the reality of our lives. Even the painful parts. Especially the painful parts! We have a God...

United Thank Offering

This Message is about how to process the Blue Boxes and UTO Envelopes gathered at the UTO In gatherings and where to send the funds.Parishes collect the Blue Boxes or UTO Envelopes. The Parish Coordinator or Parish ECW Treasurer count the funds gathered and write one...
Stakes

Stakes

  After the stories, healings, feedings and miracles, Jesus heads to Jerusalem. He knew the stakes and went anyway. He goes because he knows this is the place where they “kill the prophets.” Where the system is thick and dynamic with abuse. We would’ve told him,...
Futility

Futility

  We live in a tumultuous time. What corrodes us individually and institutionally is an abiding and advancing sense of futility! Does it matter? Who cares? Can anything change? The paralyzing toxin of futility is in the world and in the church. The saddest part...