We’ve lost our Sundays, our weekends, our nights off — our holy days, as some would have it; our bosses, junk mailers, our parents can find us wherever we are, at any time of day or night. More and more of us feel like emergency-room physicians, permanently on call, required to heal ourselves but unable to find the prescription for all the clutter on our desk.
** Going nowhere … isn’t about turning your back on the world; it’s about stepping away now and then so that you can see the world more clearly and love it more deeply. --Pico Iyer – the Art of Stillness Readings: Mark 4: 35 – 41 Blessing in the Chaos – by Jan Richardson
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Guest Worship Leader: Rev. Dr. Justin Sabia-Tanis
And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own, And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own; And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers; And that a kelson of the creation is love; -- Excerpt from Walt Whitman, Song of Myself Readings: 1 Samuel 8:4-11 and 11:14-15 Mark 3:20-35 Guest Worship Leader: Rev. Karen MacDonald
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The Rev. Seth WispelweyInterim Pastor of Rincon Congregational UCC. Categories |