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“Want to do Ashes to Go,” she asked. “In Waldoboro?” I responded. “Yes!” “No,” I said. The thought of offering ashes to strangers on a street corner with the words, “You are dust and to dust you shall return” is … Continue reading →

I worry about the stained glass windows at the Broad Bay church. Will I walk in one day to find glass on the floor and snow covering the pew? Will the congregation fight about whether to restore the windows them … Continue reading →

God is not confined to the church. In the Bible, God shows up in the fields, at the mountain, in the bull rushes, at the well, on the road to Emmaus, at the cross and at the empty tomb. Church … Continue reading →

Today I open the cardboard box my mother gave me– Peruse the photo album from WW1, France, Germany. Photos of the trenches–a battlefield–death. Young smiling men–among them a grandfather I never knew. A well worn history of the First US Engineers. … Continue reading →

Día de Muertos–Anglo style I walked into the sanctuary and immediately was drawn into a place of reverence and love.  About ten people had created altars (displays really) to remember loved ones.  They had carefully chosen pictures, things, food that … Continue reading →

On Worldwide Communion Sunday, we gathered in the church basement around tables.  I told the story of Jesus and his disciples and their last night together. “This is my body broken for you.”  It was a sweet bread. Dipped in grape juice, … Continue reading →

Opus #793 was built by Hook and Hastings Organ builders in 1875, when Waldoboro was prospering. Today Waldoboro struggles to revitalize its downtown. Opus #793 sits in the front of the church and it continues to transform me–to show me … Continue reading →

A mother, reflecting on raising her youngest child said, “all I did was wash him and love him.” “God has loved you, loves you now, and will love you always.  this is the good news that brings us new life.”  … Continue reading →

A family gathered. The sanctuary was alive with the sounds of jazz.   Food for a potluck dinner was placed on the tables.   Friends and family from far and near had arrived. Words were spoken. Memories shared.  Glimpses of a strong, … Continue reading →

A friend requests info about books on mindfulness.  I peruse my shelf of books on prayer.  Nothing seems right. She asks again. We talk about life and death and accomplishments and grief.  We talk about books on mindfulness that have … Continue reading →