Tag Archives: Rev Josh Pawelek
A Life Redeemed
“What happens when we recycle bottles and cans?” asks Kathleen Mctigue in her meditation.[1] “They are transformed; they are made into something else. Though it may seem a homely analogy for something as lofty as our souls,” she continues, “that’s … Continue reading
Wake Now My Senses
A SERMON FOR THE INSTALLATION OF THE REV. JEANNE LLOYD AS MINISTER OF THE UNITARIAN UNIVERSALIST SOCIETY OF MATTATUCK IN WOODBURY, CT MARCH 24, 2013 “Oh Mystery you are alive; I feel you all around. You are the fire in … Continue reading
“Dealing With Our Spiritual Stuff” or “Reclaiming Our Liberal Spiritual Inheritance”
“There’s a river flowin’ in my soul”—words from Alabama civil rights attorney, state judge, play-write, songwriter, and community-builder Rose Sanders, also known as Faya Ora Rose Touré.[1] “There’s a river flowin’ in my soul and it’s tellin’ me that I’m … Continue reading
Really . . . What’s Real?
Earlier I read an excerpt from Nick Bostrum’s 2003 article, “Are You Living in a Computer Simulation?”[1] To be clear, he does not prove we are living in a simulation (had he proved it, I suspect we’d all be aware … Continue reading
How Do We Know? or Spiritual Discernment in the Age of Information
“Light shine in. Luminate our inward view. Help us to see with clarity.”[1] I offer these words as a way to begin exploring our January ministry theme, discernment. When we discern, we attempt to “see with clarity.” I love … Continue reading
Love Keeps Coming: A Christmas Eve Homily
I found Colin McEnroe’s editorial in the Hartford Courant this weekend very moving. He was reflecting, one week later, on the December 14 tragedy in Newtown. He said, “If there’s an elixir, some potion we can drink, it’s almost certainly … Continue reading
What Does the World Require of Us?
In the midst of news reports, candle-light vigils, politicians and clergy speaking words of comfort, conversations with loved-ones and with strangers, advice from trauma specialists, lists of what to say to kids in the aftermath of unspeakable violence; in the … Continue reading
The Time Where Words End: Reflections on Humility
“Come, my way, my truth, my life, such a way as gives us breathe, such a truth as ends all strife, such a life that killeth death.”[1] Words from George Herbert, a seventeenth-century Anglican priest and poet; words that invite, … Continue reading
