Spirit

Perhaps we need only to go back to history, and consider where and how this celebration evolved.

Recalling a childhood in a Unitarian Universalist fellowship.

This time, I need the words of a prayer.

I wanted things to go back to normal. I wanted none of this to be happening.

Multiculturalism? Well and good. But don't stop there!

I don't mean misbehavior, but real wildness, elemental wildness, animal wildness.

Grace and the sugary sweet are so much at odds that in order to be a friend of one you have to be an enemy of the other.

Brilliant colors and the 'crazy parts of our lives.'

Optimism often lies, but hope never fails.

I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours.

I couldn't help but connect the plight of these migrants to my own family history.

¿Estamos dispuestos a incluir personas de diferentes culturas en nuestras congregaciones?