Ponderings of the Spiritual Life Director
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Ponderings of our Spiritual Life Director 9-8-21
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. — Anais Nin As we journey through the theme of “Becoming” this month, let us consider how our becoming has been, and is, a consequence of taking risks. Reflect on where you’ve…
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Ponderings of our Spiritual Life Director 9-1-21
Hello from Chicago! I am here at Meadville Lombard Theological School for my two fall classes. This semester, I am taking Constructive Theological and Sensory Rich Worship. I look forward to sharing my learning with you all throughout the semester! So far, for our in-gathering convocation and worship, I have enjoyed sermons from the Rev.…
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Ponderings of our Spiritual Life Director 8-25-21
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity. –Gilda Radner…
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Ponderings of our Spiritual Life Director 8-18-21
As someone who’s spirituality is earth-centered, I often think of life in cycles. I’m asking myself now, where in the cycle are we? More specifically, where in the cycle is our UUCL community? What sort of cycle am I referring to, anyway? Perhaps, for the sake of this short pondering, I am referring to the…
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Ponderings of our Spiritual Life Director 8-11-21
Imagination. That’s the theme for this month’s worship services. In my mind, this is the perfect place to start the church year. Without imagination, what do we have? How do we know which way to go? One of the most influential Old Testament scholars of our time writes: “The prophet engages in futuring fantasy. The…
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Ponderings of our Spiritual Life Director 8-4-21
“And then, just as Wilbur was settling down for his morning nap, he heard again the thin voice that had addressed him the night before. “Salutations!” said the voice. Wilbur jumped to his feet. “Salu-what?” he cried. “Salutations!” repeated the voice. “What are they, and where are you?” screamed Wilbur. “Please, please, tell me where…