“This is my Body Broken for You” says the Christ, Jesus, Son of refugees, who had to flee a tyrant’s rage to Egypt. “This is my Body Broken for You” says Jesus Son of a pregnant single–not to mention brown–girl, who had to decide who she would tell that she was pregnant, and plot how… Read More
we looked for you
and could not find you.
We did not see where you went.
Our faith disappeared … Read More
God in all times and places, this weekend is the annual observance of World Communion Sunday. This occasion seems particularly poignant this year. Some clergy and congregations aren’t authorized to celebrate the Lord’s Supper virtually. Many of those that are will do so from separate spaces, given the dangers of the pandemic. And yet, the… Read More
Looking for liturgical language that suits this moment in our world — a world of pandemic, uprising against individual and systemic racism, virtual gathering, and so much more? Here we offer some…feel free to use as is, to adapt, or to use for inspiration for your own. If you use these in written materials, please… Read More
Then the Jews began to complain. This line sticks out to me in John 6. What is more human, then to complain? Here is a group of people in the presence of Jesus, and they do not even know why he is existing. I am trying to imagine how Jesus had to tell his story… Read More
We thank you, Gracious God, for all the ways in which we are sustained: by heartbeat and breath; by food and drink; by medicine; by the love of friends; by rhythms of exercise and rest; by your grace, always by your grace. On this day we particularly give you thanks for Jesus: Living Bread. Whether… Read More
On the night before he died, your Son, Jesus Christ, took bread; when he had given you thanks, he broke it, gave it to his disciples and said: Take, eat, this is my body which is given for you; do this to remember me. Loving God, in the tradition I’m part of this is the day in… Read More
Board. Bread. Candle. Cup. Friends. Forgiveness. Bounty. Blessing. Grace. Gratitude. Jennifer Garrison Brownell serves as designated term pastor at First Congregational Church -UCC in Vancouver, Washington. She contributed to the Revgals book There’s a Woman in the Pulpit and is the author of the not-really-about-a-triathlon memoir Swim, Ride, Run, Breathe: How I Lost a… Read More
This is my body, You said, speaking of something beautiful, sacred, whole. It’s a metaphor, meaning all the good gathered together. This is my body, I said, speaking of something un-pretty, disappointing, broken. It’s a reality, meaning all the parts and pieces which propel me unsteadily through the day. This is my body, creaky and worn. And yet,… Read More
“What do you do?” a man at a party asks, my friend (who’s party it is, tenses next to me). “I’m a minister.” My friend is a lifelong Catholic and is now a campus minister for a catholic high school, all the other friends at the party are also lifelong Catholics and teach in this… Read More