Sermons from September 2018

Sermons from September 2018

Nineteenth Sunday after Pentecost

Nineteenth Sunday after Pentecost Several years ago, when I was serving another church, I had a discussion with the leaders of our Family Ministries Group.  It revealed an understanding of ministry that I found troubling. Our parish was on retreat and I happened to get sick on Saturday afternoon.  And I felt there was a pretty good chance I wouldn’t be much better by Sunday morning, so I decided I needed to limit my responsibilities for worship and that this…

Eighteenth Sunday after Pentecost

Eighteenth Sunday after Pentecost I have a secret to share will all of you.  Every day I work with God.  I know… I know… it sounds crazy, but I honestly do.  We have laughs, share tears, and find ways to solve the world problems or at least the ones that God is interested in.  God is nothing like I ever imagined and everything I ever hoped for. We have our ups and our downs, our good times and our bad.…

Seventeenth Sunday after Pentecost

Seventeenth Sunday after Pentecost I don’t know about you, but there have been a number of times in my life when I have just wanted to disappear and hide in the face of difficult things.  I remember one incident when I was about 11 years old.  My father and I got into one of the worst fights we had ever had.  After it was over, my parents got into a huge fight because my mother was of the opinion that…

Sixteenth Sunday after Pentecost

Sixteenth Sunday after Pentecost Oh, God. Breathe into us this day a spirit of wisdom, a spirit of tolerance and a spirit of courage. Amen. Please be seated. When I was young, growing up in Connecticut, I spent quite a bit of time in Maine. During the 60’s and 70’s there wasn’t much diversity there. Believe me. I stood out. People said things like, “Can I touch you? or Can I touch your hair? or We don’t allow our kids…

Fifteenth Sunday after Pentecost

Fifteenth Sunday after Pentecost Yesterday, when I was watching part of the funeral service for Senator John McCain, I found myself reflecting on the question of purpose.  I found myself asking a lot of “why” questions.  Why am I hear?  Why are we here . . today? Though it’s not the only reason I’m here this morning, it’s my job to be here. But what made you voluntarily choose to spend the Sunday of Labor Day Weekend – the last…