Burnt Kabob
Last year, I admired wines.This year, I’m wandering inside the red world…
Read MoreFrom Your Minister
Recently, at one of CLF’s online worship services, we featured a guest minister, Teresa Ines Soto, who lives with cerebral palsy. Her story prompted several of our members to say that they also live with cerebral palsy, which caused me to reflect on the fact that I had not known that about them.
Read MoreREsources for Living
I don’t know about your family, but in my family healthy eating is an ongoing battle. Yes, I am the kind of parent who generally thinks that junk food is bad, and vegetables are good. Not surprisingly, my daughter is equally strong in her opinion that junk food is good, and vegetables are to be avoided at all costs.
Read MoreOur Birthright of Healing
The tools and strategies of healing are so innate, so much a part of a common human birthright, that we believers in technology pay very little attention to them. But they have lost none of their power.
Read MorePancakes and Process Theology
In a very fundamental way, we are our choices. Our choices define us, and they also define and determine what the universe becomes. We are co-creators of the universe.
Read MoreBorn and Reborn Again
How, in ee cummings words, could we doubt unimaginable you? Well, that’s easy. We’re UUs. We can doubt just about anything.
Read MoreNight of Blood and Fire
My father was coming to visit for the first time in 14 years. He met my older son ten years ago in Philadelphia. He had never met my 11 year old. It would take a book to tell all the reasons for the distance between us.
Read MoreThe End Is Not Near
They watched, some of them, as he was put to death painfully, slowly, brutally; and then they received his broken body and wrapped it tenderly in linen, arranging oils and scent to prepare him for burial. And now, the women find his body… gone. In its place is a messenger, telling them that Jesus is not there; that his presence is and will be alive in the world.
Read MoreFrom Your Minister
When I was in my twenties, so many possibilities about what life might hold for me beckoned from so many directions that the upshot was I was fairly immobilized. Many futures were possible, but none of them called my name. Then one day, I stopped into a book-store and picked up a book.
Read MoreEverything is Waiting for You
Your great mistake is to act the dramas if you were alone. As if life were a progressive and cunning crime with no witness to the tiny hidden transgressions.
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