During All Saints Sunday, everyone was given the opportunity throughout the service to light a candle for a saint that they remembered and were thinking about that day. Often, this time of remembrance is to specifically remember people who have died within the past year, but we didn’t restrict the length of time that had passed since someone’s death. During this sermon, I lit a candle for each name I mention—hence the silences.
This sermon was preached with no manuscript.
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Featured Image: Borrowed from the blog: Bilgrimage by William D. Lindsey. Check out his reflections on one of the great saints in his life.
I am, well ... me.
I am probably most defined by my diversity of experiences: I have lived in three countries and visited (or lived on) six continents.
I love to garden and take pictures and think about theology (and grace and justice and all that jazz) and I love Jazz (and a whole lot of other music too) ... and I do yoga and go hiking and enjoy meeting new people and talking international politics and working on justice issues and watching wildlife in my yard and wandering in NYC and kayaking. I especially love sitting in coffee shops and talking to friends. I hate sitting in my office.
Oh, and they call me "Pastor," at least some of the time.
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