Let's forgo the pressure of resolutions and spend time in healing community instead.

May we remember that we each carry inside of us a spark of the Divine.

The miracle of grace is available to us even when it has been left untended.

In our lives, people sometimes do us wrong.

12-Step recovery has provided me with perspective, forgiveness, and freedom from shame.

We are learning to regroup and remember perfection was never the point.

For me, “surrendering everything tenderly” brings an awareness of grace.

May we know that our interconnectedness is a miracle, and may it be a refuge for us.

Spirit of love and life, these are trying times, and sometimes we are at wits' end trying to figure out what to do. We have all this extra time, and we are busier than we have ever been....

The word liturgy is a fancy word meaning the formulation of a religious service. Its etymology tells us that it means “the work of the people.” In many Unitarian Universalist contexts, the verb worship is intransitive. We do not worship something or someone. We claim the act of worship as...

‘The more I worked with it, the more I liked the idea of God’s grace as three sweet teenagers following me around.’

This recipe has been tweaked over time, so adjust as necessary. Sometimes it yields more servings than anticipated. Sometimes it needs a bit more of this ingredient or that. It comes from generations who have gone before me, and I've added my own flavor along the way. A Recipe for Resilience One...

When I internalize cultural messages about the definitions of success or failure—or anything, really—I undermine my own sense of self-worth.

This work isn’t all prayers and beautiful moments, nor is it laments and trauma. It’s not even both/and, because this work is something greater than you, greater than us, greater than the whole of those we serve. This work is a calling. And we’re doing it. Day after day, night after night,...

A white woman pulled over and ran over to me with a shopping bag. As I looked down at the bag, I had very mixed emotions.

It is my only memory of a lesson from Kindergarten Sunday School class. Maybe it’s the only one that counts.

We light our chalice as a symbol of gratitude as we celebrate the abundance of our lives together. In this sanctuary we harvest bushels of strength for one another, and offer our crop with the hands of compassion and generosity....

One: Despair is sapping our spirits, damaging our souls, hurting our hearts. Many: We need to be resurrected into hope, faith, and trust. Today, may we be resurrected. One: Violence is shortening our lives and robbing us of our joy. Many: We need to be resurrected into peace and its many blessings.