Anything Could Happen
One of my more scold-y Unitarian Universalist colleagues–fabulous by scold-y–issued a warning a few weeks ago: “if you’re going to call it an Easter service, you better preach about Jesus and the resurrection; if you talk about baby chicks and blooming flowers and new life, don’t you call it Easter.”
When Death Becomes Life
If you were here via YouTube Live or in the sanctuary last Sunday, you heard a message from our guest speaker that probably surprised you, and may have upset some of you. You probably expected to hear about Habitat for Humanity. Perhaps, fitting the theme of the month, some remarks about how homeownership, and the sweat equity Habitat requires of potential homeowners, transforms lives and families and communities. Instead you heard a decidedly Christian Palm Sunday sermon.
Out of Emptiness…Everything
Someone once, during Holy Week, made a not-altogether-complimentary reference to “Lisa and her little hopes.”
I suppose hope is one of the central virtues and perhaps weaknesses not just, as it is sometimes said, of liberal theology in general, but of my own personal theology as well. I don’t ignore the long night that must precede the dawn or the gaping emptinesses that sometimes overtake us when previously whole lives are cracked.