We come from many places—along different paths, bringing different truths.

Prayers to be said on the four Sundays of Advent while lighting the Advent candle wreath.

Let this year be a clean slate for new beginnings.

There in the deep sack of night, a tiny Hope was born. 

We pause on this night of mystery, to tell the stories, to sing the songs, and to bring more light into the world.

What if sometimes it’s about sparking potential into possibility, and possibility into existence?

Holy Reconciler, help us make peace with each other.

There's an older rhythm calling us to rest.

I am learning to give up needing to know the answers, and instead live with the questions.

We light this chalice, the symbol of our faith, knowing that this morning many others across this land and around the world are doing the same. For us and for our far-flung kin it is a light of peace, of justice, and of love....

We feel the season turning. The early sunset glancing through the red-tinged leaves. The newspaper arriving in the cool morning air. The flock of migrating swallows. A feeling of being on the edge of something new. These are the Days of Awe. A time to welcome a new year and a time to make the old...