We are that, says a little acorn pointing toward an oak tree.

Sometimes, there is no reprieve from the pain of this world. Sometimes, it is too big and too obvious to ignore.

Your first Christmas, your last Christmas, this Christmas, and the redemption of the whole world are all happening right now, forever.

Gracious God, unto whom all hearts are open, all desires known, and from whom no secrets are hid. In the Psalms you tell us our days in this life are like grass, they flourish like a flower of the field; for the wind passes over it, and it is gone....

Let us join our hearts and minds together in the spirit of prayer: O Holy One, that unites all who are estranged and challenges all who preach division and exclusion, We see that unity so often in the eyes of a child, who sees neither race or creed in any eyes that look back, but only whether tho...

O God, whom we know as love, we gather here this morning as seekers and finders, creators and destroyers, givers and receivers of love....