What if we learned to recognize and cultivate in ourselves and in our neighbors what is true, and loving, and good? Are we mature enough to imagine that kind of faith?

I'm with Solomon this morning. I think no one building, no one experience, no one scripture, no one community can ever fully capture God with Solomon. I simply pray that this building, this community, can point in a Godward direction with Solomon. I hope we can point to a God we will never fully capture with Solomon. I hope we will point to a God who is always bigger than our church.

The unfair, the unjust, the deplorable, the grotesque seem to be a part of the human condition. Could Jesus' metaphor about eating flesh be a way of addressing the most difficult parts of our life?

What value defines Christians? In a sermon covering Jonathan Myrick Daniels, a martyred seminarian during the era for Civil Rights, an argument that our central teaching is all about compassion.

When we gather for Eucharist, we propose the same world Jesus proposed, a world where all are welcome at the table. All have a place. All are fed.

On her last Sunday at St. Michael's, Mandy preaches about loaves, fishes, and the abundance of God's blessing.

Faith, amidst the rhetoric of our world, is more than a hobby. Finding stillness and grounding is about more than what we do with 20 minutes on a Thursday morning or an hour and change on a Sunday. Our faith is how we stay sane in a world with insane priorities.

When was the last time you danced? I expect for some of us, it has been awhile. Dancing teaches us about our bodies. Today, I want to talk about dancing, about bodies, and God.