Singing The Living Tradition

I did not mean to come off as antisocial, so I guess I should give you a postitve side my Sunday church attendance. I realize last Sunday's post may have been "strange" for some. One of my favorite parts of the church service is singinf from our UU hymnal.

Spirit of Life

Here is an interesting article onCarolyn McDade, the author of Spirit of Life.

Spiritual Sunday!

How wonderful it was to attend church today! Here are the lyrics of one of our favorite songs:

Spirit of Life, come unto me.
Sing in my heart all the stirrings of compassion.
Blow in the wind, rise in the sea;
Move in the hand, giving life the shape of justice.
Roots hold me close; wings set me free;
Spirit of Life, come to me, come to me.

Monday Meditation

In the midst of a worldIn the midst of a world marked by tragedy and beauty there must be those who bear witness against unnecessary destruction and who, with faith, stand and lead in freedom, with grace and power.
There must be those who speak honestly and do not avoid seeing what must be seen of sorrow and outrage, or tenderness, and wonder.
There must be those whose grief troubles the water while their voices sing and speak refreshed worlds.
There must be those whose exuberance rises with lovely energy that articulates earth's joys.
There must be those who are restless for respectful and loving companionship among human beings, whose presence invites people to be themselves without fear.
There must be those who gather with the congregation of remembrance and compassion draw water from old wells, and walk the simple path of love for neighbor.
And,
There must be communities of people who seek to do justice love kindness and walk humbly with God, who call on the strength of soul-force to heal, transform, and bless life.
There must be religious witness.

`Rebecca Parker