After our animal blessing service on October 5, many people asked me copy for my dog psalm. Here it is — the psalm my dog Cinnamon wrote, channeling it through me, while I was in seminary. Psalm 1* A Psalm of Dog. (c) 2000 Cinnamon Stocker Alpha Dog is my boss, I shall not want. […]
When I was little my father helped me to create my own flower garden. Today is Mother’s Day. But in contemplating the spiritual practice of turning soil, my father comes to mind first.
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Every year our congregation hosts a Justice Sunday, during which we celebrate and support the work the Unitarian Universalist Service Committee (UUSC) does all over the world.
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The sentence, “May we bring ourselves and our stories to church this morning and consider the blend a blessing,” appeared twice in our Palm Sunday service yesterday
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Rev. Stocker ponders the value of leaving the beaten path.
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Violent Metaphors in Common Parlance As the anniversary of Sandy Hook draws near — and as I witness an ongoing rash of gun-related violence in our culture — I have been thinking about violent metaphors in everyday language. When I recently tried to collect some of them, I quickly found over 80 commonly used phrases,
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Rev. Stocker asks, “Who are our heroes? And why? What do we tell our children?” In preparing this sermon, Rev. Stocker asked the congregation to tell her who their heroes are. Here she reports back on what she heard.
World Series Champs My father was born in 1918, just a few months before the Boston Red Sox won the World Series. A tiny baby, he couldn’t appreciate that sweet victory, but he carried a deep love for the Red Sox for his entire life. Most of the time, he watched the games on television.
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Sumac Leaves A few weeks ago I passed a stand of sumac bushes on my walk. Something about the way the sun struck the leaves maximized their brilliance. Deep reds offset by lustrous yellows and oranges filled me with awe. I stopped to take it all in, regretting I didn’t have my camera with me.
