This post is the working copy of a sermon I gave at Edwards Church, UCC in Framingham, MA on June 7, 2015. The live version deviates a bit, in that I was not reading from these notes. (PDF)
“Truly I tell you, if two of you agree on earth about anything you ask, it will be done for you by my Father in heaven. For where two or three are gathered in my name, I am there among them.” (Matthew 18:19-20, NSRV)
Why are you here?
If I had to come up with a food or drink that needs to have a WIMTM post, it would have be tea (provided potatoes could not be reached for comment). In just the past several years, I have gone from a ‘tea-totaller” (clever, huh?) to someone who drinks nearly every day.
Photo Credit, Jeffrey R. Staab/CBS
There’s been a lot of discussion in the press this week about the final episode of The Late Show with David Letterman. He’s been a regular of late night television for over three decades, and has hosted that particular show since I was in high school. As such, Dave shows up in a lot of my memories from when I was becoming an adult.
Time for a clean slate of music this week. I’ve been on vacation this past week, and now it’s time to get back to business.
How many cases of tuberculosis can you fit into the opening weeks of a year of opera study? Let’s just say, “a few”, at least.
One year ago, I went for it, opting to nail a bucket list item, by starting a resolution outside of the confines of that dreaded first week of the year, when failure looms heavily on all who try to make a change. One year ago, I was inspired to remove the dust from this URL, which I’d been squatting on for several years.
This post is a sermon I preached at Community United Methodist Church of Wayland, Massachusetts in the summer of 2001.
By viewing things historically, we are forced to think in terms of years and decades and centuries rather than individual days.
I reached out to a teacher I haven’t spoken to in 29 years. Earlier this month, there was finally a worthwhile inclusion in the plastic shopping bag full of curiosities which have a loose connection to me that my mom found in her house that week . There, amongst yogurt coupons, mail from vendors who think I didn’t move out 15 years ago, cancelled stamps for my “collection”, and a Zippy the Chimp 16mm video I’d never seen in my life, I found my class photo from fourth grade.
