Here it is, the second week of April, and it’s snowing! Not much. Just enough to remind us that, no matter how much we think we are prepared for what comes next, we probably aren’t quite.
Passover finished just a few days ago, and Jews are counting the days of the Omer, the days from Passover to Shavuot, which Christians know as Pentecost. For Jews it is the time between the escape or deliverance from slavery in Mitzrayim, Egypt, the “Narrow Place,” and the revelation of Torah at Sinai. For Christians, it is the time between the Resurrection and the outpouring of the Holy Spirit. Pagans are now between Ostara, the Vernal Equinox, and Beltane, May Day, the first day of traditional summer in the northern hemisphere.
And here at our Fellowship, we have celebrated the Flower Service and shared our meaningful collected art, exploring ways both the natural world and worlds of human creation support our emotional and spiritual lives, our meaning making. We have completed our Pledge Drive and are working our way toward next year’s budget and our annual meeting in June.
Between now and then, our services will focus on support for Black Lives of Unitarian Universalism, Earth Day, Justice Sunday, Justice-Equity-Compassion, the Rev. Olympia Brown, who was the first fully ordained woman to serve a congregation as settled minister, the celebration of our religious education program and those who are bridging to adulthood, Rabbi Joe Blair and I will exchange pulpits, and, finally, we will study the First Principle of the Unitarian Universalist Association: The inherent worth and dignity of every person.
The in-between times are vitally important. Life happens between the big events more than on those events. On May 13, Mother’s Day, we will officially welcome another group of new members, people who have found our congregation to be a place, a gathering, a people among whom they find common cause and a spiritual home. Life calls us on!
As I write, just yesterday we gathered at Birch Gardens to celebrate our friendship with Virginia Edwards and the beautiful music she shared with us over the years. She misses her practice and playing, as we do. Once again, we are reminded that our lives truly are interdependent, enriched and made fruitful through our interactions with and love for each other. We are more together than we are alone.
The words of a recent hymn, written by the Rev. Kendyl Gibbons, begin: “Here in reverence now we gather/ For the blessings we have known,/ With a pledge to one another/ That we journey not alone./ …/ Love calls us on.”
Peace and Blessings,