Sermons

June 18, 2017

August 21, 2016

There is a small stand of trees – mostly pines – to one side of our house. Nestled higgledy-piggledy amidst the pines are three small fir trees about so high.

I want to begin by asking you to imagine you are planning a dinner party for the most special people in your life.

Each August my family vacations for two weeks in a cabin on Mount Desert Island….
We explore the back roads on bikes, and one early morning I set out on my own.

I grew up in the middle class. Despite a few economic downturns here and there, I have pretty much stayed there my entire life.

This is my third sermon in a four-part series about compassion. Today I want to think about a great example of making a different choice. Yesterday was the 50th anniversary of Bloody Sunday in Selma, Alabama. What role did compassion play in the events of that day?

I have inherited a number of quilts, some of them from my grandmother, who pieced worn out pajamas, dresses, and shirts into designs to warm her family.

I guess that prayer was answered.
Prayer was central to Dr. King’s ministry, his justice work, his life.

Today’s sermon stands alone, but it is also the second part of a two-sermon series on the work of Joanna Macy.