Nov 9, 2021 | Now. Here. This.
A Last Beatitude And blessèd are the ones we overlook; The faithful servers on the coffee rota, The ones who hold no candle, bell or book But keep the books and tally up the quota, The gentle souls who come to ‘do the flowers’, The quiet ones who organise the...
Oct 31, 2021 | Now. Here. This.
It was on a Sunday in March of 1984 that a group of seven church members gathered to create a new Sunday School class to be called “The Seekers.” Joan Godsey, who would go on to become the central leader of the class for the next nearly 40 years, wrote in the original...
Oct 18, 2021 | Now. Here. This.
This semester the children of FBCX have the opportunity on Wednesday afternoons to participate in Worship Arts Workshops. Creative people from our church have shared or will share with us about their creative outlets. This a chance to connect with our own creativity...
Oct 18, 2021 | Now. Here. This.
From the place where we are right Flowers will never grow In the spring. The place where we are right Is hard and trampled Like a yard. But doubts and loves Dig up the world Like a mole, a plow. And a whisper will be heard in the place Where the ruined House once...
Oct 4, 2021 | Now. Here. This.
One of the things we know for sure about the earliest celebrations of the Lord’s Supper is that it was an actual supper. Paul indicates as much in the eleventh chapter of 1 Corinthians when he scolds the church for not waiting for everyone to get there before they...
Sep 27, 2021 | Now. Here. This.
Post by Kelsey Stillwell, Associate Pastor for Youth and Missions “Bali is my body. Christ is my life.” -Nyoman Darsane We would drive out to Darsane’s studio at least once a week with Tina and Jonathan Bailey to meet everyone for gamelan practice. Gamelan is...
Sep 21, 2021 | Now. Here. This.
From time to time I’m asked for recommendations for daily devotionals. I often wince because recommending devotionals is like buying art for other people: it’s very personal, hard to get just right, and potentially awkward when you get it wrong. And yet a friend...
Sep 13, 2021 | Now. Here. This.
I was a freshman in college. We had been in classes for just a few weeks. I had a 9:00 am intro-level Music class with Dr. Gorlick. I woke up, threw some clothes on, and headed across campus. As I remember it, when I arrived in the classroom, a few students were...
Sep 7, 2021 | Now. Here. This.
Daybreak until nightfall, he sat by his wife at the hospital while chemotherapy dripped through the catheter into her heart. He drank coffee and read the Globe. He paced; he worked on poems; he rubbed her back and read aloud. Overcome with dread, they wept and...
Aug 30, 2021 | Now. Here. This.
I hope you have enjoyed this extended look at Paul’s Letter to the Ephesians as much as I have. If conversations and exchanges I’ve had with many of you are any indication, this great “love letter to the church” has been just what we’ve needed over the past month as...
