During the season of Advent when we prepare for God to be born, we listen to the prophets of the past and present who offer us words of lament and hope. Fred Hampton is one example of these prophetic voices, and his words continue to have an urgent relevance for us today.
It’s poinsettia season at St. Luke’s. Fun fact: poinsettias are native to Mexico or maybe Egypt…. The price per plant is $10 payable upon ordering. Please fill out this form to submit your order. You can either pay now by credit/debit or pay later with a check or cash. Checks can be made out to
Observing All Saints Day helps us to lean into the liminal space always open to us through the sacraments in a way that connects us to our past, present, and future.
Sunday, August 11 is the beginning of a new chapter at St Luke’s. We will enter an intentional, long term process of discernment as we determine: How do we transform ourselves into an antiracist congregation? What does that look like? How do we get there? And why?
God’s kingdom wraps its divine embrace around the horizons of our existence where death seems to have won the upper hand.
What songs/hymns do you remember singing when you were a child? The B-I-B-L-E? Deep and Wide? The Noah’s Ark Song? This Little Light of Mine? Jesus Loves Me? What was your favorite Sunday School song? These and other songs are the ones that many of us recall decades later – for example, my favorite song
What I found remarkable in reading them was that the more I read the more I realized that some things cannot be fully expressed in a systematic theology. Sometimes, maybe most times, art can do you one better.
The church’s HOTTEST night is VIGIL OF EASTER. Jesus is BACK and this time he’s gone over the top. This feast has got everything…
Do you have a true story from your own life to share this Lent, about the ways that individualism has pushed you away from God, other people, or creation?
Think about the times that you’ve seen, made, or touched ashes. What did they look like? How did they smell? Ashes come from burning something: A pile of wood, a piece of paper, a cigarette. But ashes aren’t the same as glowing embers, or a blazing fire. They’re not hot, not alive, not yellow-orange. Ashes