WEEKLY ANNOUNCEMENTS – text only
Sunday Services
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This Week:
Can We Still Laugh? 3/30/25
Laughter is very important, perhaps even necessary, for human well-being, for the health of relationships and communities. When times are hard it can be hard to laugh. And, laughter can have an edge – it can be used in ways which demean and hurt people. In times like these, how can we laugh well? If by chance you have a good joke to share, please bring it!
With Rev. Jill McAllister
All are invited to stay for the final pre-stewardship pledge drive gathering after the service in the Sanctuary, if you have not already attended one.
Services This Month
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Mar. 2 “The Long Legacy of Liberal Religion: What’s It Worth Now?” Rev. Jill McAllister
Mar. 9 “Keeping the Flame Alive” Rev. Jill McAllister
Mar. 16 “You are Invited” Rev. Jill McAllister
Mar. 23 “What Was Lost?” Rev. Jill McAllister
Mar. 30 “Can We Still Laugh?” Rev. Jill McAllister
From the Minister
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Last Sunday I mentioned the need to “practice practicing practices” – which means to cultivate small rituals to help keep ourselves steady amidst the daily tumult of our lives, our times. Three years ago, at just this time of year, I was also pondering the need for steadiness, as part of the Daily Practice ritual we shared. Here is what I wrote:
Good morning friends – A month of days comes to an end – an arbitrary designation like all the rest – yet a way to mark what we call time, part of our constant need to understand. (So often, by giving something a name, we think we understand what it is). Everything moves – breath, wind, cells, clouds, sun, moon, water, thoughts, everything is in motion. Perhaps this daily practice – this being present to breath as it releases and returns – is a small way to momentarily exist beyond names, beyond descriptions – many of which are more imagination than approximation.
I look again at the candle flickering beside me, and feel my breath again. My mother is ailing – first news of the day. My granddaughter was up early, in full conversation with the morning light. Spring continues to unfold. War continues to pound and destroy. All women – across a huge continuum of bodies – have in common the dangers of patriarchy. What we call March has been full of these constantly moving and intertwining currents and truths and moments.
I return again to the candle, and let myself feel the calming breath. I have been carrying a question from yesterday, or it has been carrying me? It asked me “how much joy am I allowed?” Today I have a sense that though it appeared as a question, it was more of a reminder, for joy is essential. It is not the same as pleasure – for pleasure can come at the expense of others. It is not the same as happiness. It is not found in denial or aversion or in trying to forget. Maybe it comes mostly in gratitude, or perhaps always in the presence of gratitude. Likely, joy is always present, beyond naming and expectations. Not to be achieved or attained by certain ways of living, but the living itself.
This candle is still beside me. In its light I pause again and let myself be breathed. A day, a month of days, a moment, joy and gratitude – Life, moving. And I’m sending love to you all — Jill