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A liberal church supporting a free and responsible search for truth and meaning, social justice, and respect for the interdependent web of all existence.
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It’s About Time
Time is one of the great challenges of modern life — we feel stressed, harried, overworked. So often, it feel like we never have enough time for what we need to do. Yet our language about time makes it seem malleable and elastic, alive with possibility. We waste time, we call time, we even kill time. All these phrases convey a sense of humanity engaging in God-like behavior, as if time were physically alive and controlled by human beings. Do we control time? What might happen if we lived as if our own time had that much creativity?
Time is one of the great challenges of modern life — we feel stressed, harried, overworked. So often, it feel like we never have enough time for what we need to do. Yet our language about time makes it seem malleable and elastic, alive with possibility. We waste time, we call time, we even kill time. All these phrases convey a sense of humanity engaging in God-like behavior, as if time were physically alive and controlled by human beings. Do we control time? What might happen if we lived as if our own time had that much creativity?
Shimmering, Shuddering Convergence
The mystics all agree: the cacophony of everything intertwining with everything is God’s love song of the universe. In this bejeweled net, nothing is inseparable. Let us grieve and rejoice, weaving our strands into the never-ending tapestry of hurt and healing.
The mystics all agree: the cacophony of everything intertwining with everything is God’s love song of the universe. In this bejeweled net, nothing is inseparable. Let us grieve and rejoice, weaving our strands into the never-ending tapestry of hurt and healing.
The Web is the Spaces In Between
Like the atoms at the smallest scale, and the galaxies at the largest, the web is mostly made of nothing. Empty space is the paradoxical hallmark of existence. How do we ensure there is enough empty space in the webs we weave to keep them strong and healthy?
Like the atoms at the smallest scale, and the galaxies at the largest, the web is mostly made of nothing. Empty space is the paradoxical hallmark of existence. How do we ensure there is enough empty space in the webs we weave to keep them strong and healthy?
