Twenty-Sixth Sunday after Pentecost

Twenty-Sixth Sunday after Pentecost, (28B), November 18th, 2018; The Rev. Susan Ackley

1 Samuel 1:4-20 On the day when Elkanah sacrificed, he would give portions to his wife Peninnah and to all her sons and daughters…
Hebrews 10:11-14 (15-18) 19-25 And every priest stands day after day at his service, offering again and again the same sacrifices that can never take away sins.
Mark 13:1-8 As he came out of the temple, one of his disciples said to him, ‘Look, Teacher, what large stones and what large buildings!’

What is your first political memory?

Someone asked that question at a breakfast I was with with a group of strangers. My first memory was the McCarthy hearings. I remember my mother doing housework and at the same time watching the hearings on our fuzzy black-and-white television. It was odd to me, because we didn’t usually have the tv on during the day. Strangely enough I remember McCarthy’s face, bland, self-possessed. The whole thing was disturbing to me; I knew something was bad but my mother didn’t explain anything to me. I couldn’t articulate it, but in some child way I was wondering, what will the future hold?

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Let’s work with what we’ve got!

A collapsing infrastructure is a time to connect and rebuild stronger.

On Monday night when the women came in for Art and Spirituality, we were greeted with a mix of excitement, eagerness, curiosity, and some mellowness. Overall I felt like everyone was glad to be back in that room with paper on the tables and art supplies ready to go. Since Art and Spirituality happens on Monday’s and so do all the blizzards in Boston, we have not been able to hold the group in four weeks. Part of our weekly opening prayer is “What we want is certainty. What we get is ambiguity.” I found myself referencing this prayer a lot in the past week. Continue reading