One friend announces her retirement. Another young friend interviews for her first job out of college. Tonight we attend high school graduation- as parents. Transitions. Futures that we glimpse, but are largely unknown. For the first time ever, I had the privilege of submitting requests for the set lists in Jim Croegaert’s concert. And Changes seems just
Author: Renée Antrosio
The hostess with the mostest. Does Paul come to mind? Unlikely. But when Paul arrives in Rome as a prisoner, he no longer has the freedom to meet people where they are. He can’t go to the synagogue, as is his custom, to engage religious leaders in discussion of scripture. He needs people to come to him.
Our May 27 morning service will feature a concert by Jim Croegaert! May this reflection increase our anticipation, as we savor songs that open the windows of worship. -Renée Songs to Remind, Songs to Remember Something I find interesting, and noteworthy, is the special place songs can have in the remarkable landscape of memory. We all have songs that
I came home to a 4-pack of rosemary seedlings. A present and a challenge. Reminding me of childhood, visiting my grandparents in California, where rosemary grows as fragrant hedges. Not so in Illinois. Maintaining pots through our winters is a friendly contest. I succeeded for several years, but a costly misstep requires starting over. This year,
Tulips are blooming, all over town and in my very own yard. Redbuds are popping, the magnolias are magnificent, and Japanese maples are putting out their crinkly leaves. What do they say? Are we listening? All that you have made gives thanks to you, Lord…. They speak of the glory of your kingdom… to inform
Who are we? What is our identity? In our Sunday congregational conversation, we sorted words of description into categories of I am, I’m not, and I want to be. A challenging and fun activity to wrestle with our understanding of ourselves as being, not being, and longing to be. So many words! With endless combinations to spark discussion and connection. Differences that
Welcome to the third week of Easter, when the potted lilies lose their blooms, and we hope each April snowfall is our last. My childhood memory of Easter was a single-day celebration- no Lenten preparation; no Holy Thursday, Good Friday, Sad Saturday; no counting the days between Easter and Pentecost- just one day when we hoped
I like Paul. The more I study his life and letters, the more admiration and affection I have for him. In our LGBTQ+ Sticky Scriptures Series, I was impressed by his use of rhetoric in Romans to emphasize our common shortcomings and need for God. And I found our study of cultural issues, vocabulary, and lists in 1 Corinthians and 1 Timothy fascinating.
As we rejoice in the hope of the risen Lord, we dine at the table of the King. May this poem from our own Greg Wallace enable each of us to find our place. -Renée Sitting at His table I will gladly take the last seat The seat reserved for me The seat somewhere at the
We want to know. Despite the disciples’ closeness to the center, they are confused. I feel them. The “where” and “what if” questions. Where do we get a donkey? (or a stage for the musicians?) Where is the procession? What if no one shows up? Or if they arrest us instead of applaud? The streets