This Sunday @ First Church
Brrrrrrrrrrrbeloved!
Lace up your crampons. Make your way across the tundra. You only have to get as far as the corner of College and Francesca: Andrea, Gary and our other secret snow angels have made a little stretch of Francesca Ave safe for pedestrians everywhere.
There’s something about it being hard to move, that makes getting anywhere a victory. That goes for church. I know what it costs to overcome the inertia of home, bed, introversion, depression, delicious hibernation. But remember the old Jack London story, from 7th grade? We must keep moving, or we die.
Besides, this Sunday holds wondrous things. We have two baptisms: one-year-old Nina Stockwell, and her mother Sarah, will be baptized together. We will celebrate both our sacraments on the same day, as we take communion as well. During communion, you are invited to the back of the sanctuary for healing prayer with our deacons, if you so desire.
Dennis Mariere is our fabulous liturgist; Laura Ruth will pray; choir sings with gusto; Katy and Joe will tend and teach our children until they come up to witness baptism and share in communion with us. I’ll be preaching: on discontenting winters, and the spiritual joy of beginning, again, each new day. Of starting the day by saying, not “God is Good,” but, in fact, “God is Great!” Read Psalm 111 if you want to start celebrating early.
After church: Sacred Conversations, Compassionate Caregivers, Rooftop People. Hot coffee, new friends!
warmly,
Molly