Tomorrow, Sunday, is the first Sunday of Advent.
So first of all, like I said before, I’m preaching. I think you can listen to the whole service starting at 9:30AM, if you go to https://www.uniteduuc.org/ . There is usually a link there that you have to click, when you click it, it says something about YouTube, so click that link, too. Otherwise, by Monday (maybe earlier, I don’t know who does this or when) it will show up on YouTube at United Unitarian Universalist, Waukesha, and my name.
Am I confident about this? No. Though my dogmatics professor Hessert once said that when a person is confident about their preaching, it’s probably a bad sign.
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Advent, as you probably know, is the liturgical season of waiting. We are supposed to be longing for the High Liturgical Feelings of Peace, Hope, and Joy.
Do you even know what this means? I don’t.
When we were house hunting we toured 40 houses. Yes, we did. Long story. Anyways, Len and I were surprised at how many homes have ‘Peace, Love, and Joy’ or ‘Live, Laugh, Love’ signs. Many of them hanging next to the gun cabinet.
In a dimming December world, with all the weird and sinister political and Covid news, I am interested in paying attention to advent by looking for light. The kind of light one doesn’t have to explain or justify.
You know that feeling on a gray day when the clouds move and the sun is right there, shining like crazy and your heart bumps a little? The moment in tyour dim bedroom when you turn on the bedside lamp to find your slippers, and it feels like your skin is can feel the light, too? When you walk outside afer a long day in your workplace, and there is natural light, and it feels as if your body is realigning itself?
Humans respond to light. We need it.
In these solstice weeks I am going to post photos most days of places with light. If you have photos, too, email them to me with a short description of where and when you took the photo, plus your name. (If you need my email address, just ask.)
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The photo today is the slough behind Target, where Highway 59 crosses Sunset.
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I knew that! One of my
People can be quite strange.
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