Yesterday, Pentecost Sunday, my UCC church hosted the UU church in town as part of a year-long celebration of 375 years of communication between the two churches. We acknowledged this long, sometimes joyful, sometimes acrimonious relationship by celebrating our difference and similarities—love for all people and for the earth. A very twenty-first century way of doing things!
When our kids were growing up, our family attended First Parish. We liked it—the people, the outreach, the activities--but when they left for college, my husband remained a member while I sought out a more God-centered church. I returned to my Christian roots to the extent that I settled into the pews of Memorial Congregational Church, the denomination of childhood.
Yesterday affirmed my decision. Pentecost Sunday celebrates the coming of the Holy Spirit, which I need badly. All by myself I can’t perpetuate or extend all the love that’s needed in the world.
When our kids were growing up, our family attended First Parish. We liked it—the people, the outreach, the activities--but when they left for college, my husband remained a member while I sought out a more God-centered church. I returned to my Christian roots to the extent that I settled into the pews of Memorial Congregational Church, the denomination of childhood.
Yesterday affirmed my decision. Pentecost Sunday celebrates the coming of the Holy Spirit, which I need badly. All by myself I can’t perpetuate or extend all the love that’s needed in the world.
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