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Inviting Quiet

Keeping Quiet By Pablo Neruda Now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still. For once on the face of the earth, let's not speak in any language; let's stop for one second, and not move our arms so much. It would be an exotic moment without rush, without engines; we would all be together in a sudden strangeness. Fisherman in the cold sea would not harm whales and the man gathering salt would look at his hurt hands. Those who prepare green wars, wars with gas, wars with fire, victories with no survivors, would put on clean clothes and walk about with their brothers in the shade, doing nothing. What I want should not be confused with total inactivity. Life is what it i

Courageous Trust

While on vacation my son Per and I went canoeing down the Brule River in northern Wisconsin. We started at Stones Bridge and got out at the Winneboujou landing. Along the way there are a number of rapids. Most of them are not that big but all of them have big rocks that one must negotiate. We’ve gone down the river many a time. When my kids were little and we could hear the rushing water ahead, one of them would squeal, “Yea! Fast water!” The other would get tense and say with some trepidation, “Here comes the fast water.” I haven’t been down the river in years and never with Per guiding. Now I was the one getting a little tense. I found myself taking a breath and centering myself – lett

Fabric of Life

I’ve just returned from a trip to North Dakota and Brule, Wisconsin. The latter is a place where we have, as my husband likes to say, “twenty acres of bugs.” The mosquitos are equal opportunity parasites while the ticks I’m pleased to report clearly preferred my husband and son. I picked off only three and all before they had the chance to burrow into my skin. But as a family, we had enough of both of these blood-suckers that I began to ask: Why are they here? Do they really need to exist? Do they serve a purpose? Even as I was verbalizing these questions to my husband, I was remembering Annie Dillard’s book Pilgrim at Tinker Creek – a book I read my first year in college in a course on

Journeys and Crossroads

I’m finding a theme to this summer. Journey. The topic has come up in multiple ways. First was my own journey. Dave and I spent a week in Ireland with my womens’ chorus. After Ireland , Dave and I journeyed to the sacred Island of Iona, off the northwest coast of Scotland. It was a journey getting there: taxi, ferry, train, train, train, ferry, bus, ferry, through four countries. At the end of the journey was three days of quiet, minimal internet, a great view of the Isle of Mull, and 18 hours of daylight to enjoy it all. I watched the daily journey of others to Iona: religious pilgrims taking retreat on the island, or simply taking a day to enjoy the holy grounds of the abbey; hikers equip

Spiritual Brokenness

Perhaps you have seen or heard the question: Why is it when a Muslim shoots someone they are called a terrorist; when a Black person shoots someone, they’re a thug, but when a white person shoots someone, they are called mentally ill? One thing the young white man in Charleston who went into Emanuel AME Church, not to study the Bible but to kill black people, gave us was the truth about his motive. He stated that he wanted to start a “race war.” He told those he was about to murder: “You rape our women; you are taking over our country; you have to go.” I’m grateful to him for naming the truth behind his act--for revealing his fear and hatred. There is no pretending that this was not a racis

St. Stephen's 

Lutheran Church

To Love, To Invite, To Serve

 

1301 N Broom Street Wilmington, DE 19806

302-652-7623  office@ststeph.org

As a Reconciling in Christ congregation of the ELCA, we believe that the gospel is God's gift to all people, shared unconditionally and without regard to race, gender identity, sexual orientation, socio-economic or family status, age, physical or mental abilities, outward appearance, or religious affiliation. We seek to live the truth written in Ephesians that Christ breaks down the dividing walls between us and makes us one.

 

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St. Stephen's Lutheran Church

1301 N Broom Street, Wilmington, DE 19806

302-652-7623 office@ststeph.org

 

We are a congregation of the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America (ELCA) and the Delaware-Maryland Synod.

 

 

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