New Year’s resolutions seem to be a thing of the past, instead being swapped for more contemplative and long-lasting traditions and expressions of gratitude, exploration, and deeper human connection, especially following a few challenging years for m…
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A few weeks ago, we had our small Steinway upright piano tuned. It currently sits in our living room and has recently gained the fascination of our 9-month-old. Sometimes one of us will sit and play chords or simple songs while Micah listens contente…
Since 2007, St. Paul people haven’t needed to keep their heads down and eyes in the red hymnals. Instead, eyes were up and engaged, with the needed words illuminated on the sanctuary screens. And beginning in mid-December, those screens were lit up e…
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It’s January 6th, the festival of Epiphany. Around the world, Christians remember the day the wise men were led by a star to find Jesus. For many, this is the day when gifts are exchanged and big family gatherings happen. It’s a kind of capstone of t…
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We have an old tall case clock in our living room. It’s really old, as in two centuries old, and it’s really tall, as in eight feet tall. This weight-driven pendulum clock has two outstanding characteristics. First, its loud chime. Actually, chime i…
It has been such a delight and honor to read about the various ways members of this congregation have experienced joy, and I do mean various! From kids to cars, opportunities to communities, pets to places – even from smiles to tears – joy is everywh…
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I didn’t grow up in a happy family. Joy was not something I naturally searched for. I was searching for peace and calm in the chaos. I think the first time I experienced true, uncomplicated joy was the day our son Leo was born. After three and a half…
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I’ve said it before, and I’ll mention it again in this setting—I’ve never liked the song The 12 Days of Christmas. In my opinion, there’s absolutely nothing redeeming about this song. No matter how many different versions have been created, they’re a…
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The journey to identity and family can take a circuitous route. I was born in California in 1946. Esther Powell is listed as mother on my birth certificate. She was a mix of English, French, German, and Irish, born and raised in Pennsylvania. Mariano…
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away. But the sunshine never really goes away, does it? It may appear that way but sometimes it’…
On Sunday morning, we were blessed here at St. Paul with a wonderful performance of the nativity story by some of our dear kids. They sang, told, and showed us about what (or, rather, who) we celebrate at Christmas time: Jesus! Before the show, we go…
The New Year’s song, “Shchedryk,” written by Ukranian composer Mykola Leontovych, has a haunting, driving motif in F minor that is graced with cascading scales of melody. It was performed at Carnegie Hall just 100 years ago by the Ukranian National C…