Join us Sundays at 10 am!
Come experience an Episcopal service of Holy Eucharist at 10 am, where traditions meet thoughtful contemporary perspectives and sublime music. If you have some experience with choral music and wish to sing in the Chapel Choir, please arrive at 9:00 for rehearsal. After worship in the Lindsey Chapel, we welcome you to join us for refreshments and conversation. During the summer Chapel Camp, a series of activities to strengthen our connections to each other, our traditions, the larger community, and the world takes place Sundays after coffee hour. This Sunday, June 24th, we will be holding the parish picnic at Larz Anderson Park in Brookline.
Check out This Week at Emmanuel Church to read about some of the things that are important to us.
For the duration of the summer, Boston Warm will be at Old South Church at 645 Boylston St., Thursdays from 9-2. Please join us there for food and companionship. We will return to Emmanuel in the fall.
Emmanuel Church is proud to be among other religious organizations who have stepped up to serve the homeless community after the closing of the Long Island homeless shelter in October of 2014.
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“Book officiant.” That’s what all the bridal magazines told me to do at least nine months before the wedding.
To be honest, with a year to plan I’d been more preoccupied with short ribs or halibut, buttercream or fondant, than with deciding who would perform our ceremony. But somewhere between selecting mini crab flautas to be served during cocktail hour and corn bisque for a starter, I realized the menu shouldn’t be my top priority. For the first time, Eric and I would have to explicitly address our different religious backgrounds and decide how Judaism and Christianity would factor into our life together.
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During a worship service a while back, the chorus of Emmanuel Music sang a motet Der Herr denket an uns, which is #9 in Johann Hermann Schein’s Israels Brünnlein collection. The text is from Psalm 115, verses 12–15. I sat there in my usual spot in the third row, soaking up the beauty in my usual way—not following along in the program but just watching the singers, players, and John Harbison’s conducting dance. And listening. Listening with a ferocious desire for bigger ears so I could take in this miracle of sound that we call music.
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