Commentary
A Reconciling Congregation
From June 2 through Sept. 1, Sunday Worship at 10 a.m. in the social hall.
Refreshments following. Nursery provided.
Accessible. All are Welcome!
An inclusive faith community that seeks, serves and celebrates.
Accessible. All are Welcome!
This afternoon as I read through my Facebook newsfeed, I saw red. post after post today was about friends changing their profile pictures to red – the logo from the Human Rights Campaign done in red, regular photos changed to red tint, solid colors of red. Friends changed their photos to red in support of Marriage Equality for LGBT people. Today the Supreme Court heard arguments about Prop 8 from California and tomorrow will hear arguments about the Defense of Marriage Act, LGBT persons and allies gathered in the early morning hours to pray for the court and then rallied on the court’s steps in support of Marriage Equality. Supporters were encouraged to wear red as a visible witness to love.
Tatting.
I love to tat.
Tatting brings me joy and delight.
Tatting centers and grounds me.
And by tatting, I mean lace-making, not anything to do with tattoos.
Tatting is a form of lace-making using one basic double stitch to create patterns of rings and chain for edgings, doilies, jewelry. The world needs more lace.
This gentle art may seem archaic and unnecessary, but I believe that it is important for today. We live in a world where most of our leisure time is devoted to consumption and observation. We shop. We watch television. We go to movies. We watch sports. We surf the web. We post on Facebook. We tweet. We check in. We hurry past great art and grand views as we mark yet another item off the bucket list.
I learned something about the people at Mt. Zion. One man, Leonard, is a cook and he has been at Mt. Zion for fifty-some years. That is a long, long, long time. Leonard said that Martin Luther King´s dream of equality and freedom is still important today. He also said that our two churches joining together to worship is a time for people to network and communicate.
I give thanks for couple Z, two moms, who chose each other, chose their careers, and created a life of meaning amidst juggling carpools and business trips.
I give thanks for T, who chose not to have children and delights in her chosen career.