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A pastoral letter to Black UUs

A pastoral letter to Black UUs

How is it with your spirit today? Today, my spirit is struck by grief.

Lauren Smith | 6/4/2020

A practice of relationality

A practice of relationality

Prayer creates relationship where otherwise there might be none.

Manish Mishra-Marzetti | 6/1/2020

Glory fire chalice quilt

Glory fire chalice quilt

A love of bright colors and bold designs

Peg Green | 6/1/2020

Pandemic

Pandemic

Know that we are connected / in ways that are terrifying and beautiful. 

Lynn Ungar | 3/16/2020

Loss, poetry, and the ballast of faith

Loss, poetry, and the ballast of faith

My UU faith—and my parents’ lived examples—informed my thinking about living and dying, sustaining and influencing me more than I realized.

Kathryn Hamilton Warren | 5/11/2020 | Spring 2020

‘Illegal’ immigrants & legal inhumanity

‘Illegal’ immigrants & legal inhumanity

who are we the people to keep people / from cropping the ‘amber waves of grain’

Everett Hoagland | 3/1/2020 | Spring 2020

Constancy

Constancy

Pearls of catkins / illumine the willow’s branches

Margaret Krell | 3/1/2020 | Spring 2020

All theologies come from a perspective

All theologies come from a perspective

Contextual theologies seek to change society and the use of power in society.

Jonalu Johnstone | 3/1/2020 | Spring 2020

Shirley, Goodness and Mercy

Shirley, Goodness and Mercy

‘The more I worked with it, the more I liked the idea of God’s grace as three sweet teenagers following me around.’

Barbara Gadon | 12/30/2019 | Winter 2019

Braiding garlic

Braiding garlic

In tragic times, we come together in strength and love.

Paige Grant | 12/9/2019 | Winter 2019

Allowing meditation to be messy

Allowing meditation to be messy

We need to rethink what ‘successful’ meditation looks like.

Becky Brooks, Erika Hewitt | 11/18/2019 | Winter 2019

My grandmother’s grinding stone / El molcajete de mi abuelita

My grandmother’s grinding stone / El molcajete de mi abuelita

Surviving is made of the shadows of the grinding stone. 

Theresa I. Soto | 11/1/2019 | Winter 2019

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