Minister’s Blog

The Feast Before Us

Scott J. Neely

November 30, 2017

Ice cream.

Broiled rosemary potatoes, tempe bacon, berry pancakes, salsa, salsa, salsa.

Crab Imperial, shrimp, mussels, corn, sausage, chocolate mousse.

Meatloaf, corn casserole, roasted potatoes, macaroni and cheese.

3 pound cakes, flavor of your choice.

Authentic Indian. Authentic Italian x 2. Authentic Vegan x 5 ½.

This Saturday, December 2 beginning at 5:30 pm, we will gather in Wilde Hall for our Annual Auction. The list of donations reads like a global culinary adventure—and that is just the food. From films to astrological readings to healing and wholeness sessions, from vacation rentals and travel guides to jewelry, home repairs, interior painting, and even an electric fence—members and friends have offered a world of gifts for us to raise support for our congregation. You can read the whole list here:

Please come. This is our congregation’s major fundraiser each year—and as we might expect, what would be a job for most is a party for this church. The evening of December 2 will be a festival of gifts, a banquet of food, and above all a celebration of friendship. This is a night to open our hearts wide to the season and to revel with one another.

Because that is what we are building—a community of deepest joy, a place of hope for every one of us.

Come, to support our church, to enjoy the feast.


A Holy Thanksgiving

Scott J. Neely

November 22, 2017

From the vision of Black Elk:

“Then I was standing
 on the highest mountain
 of them all,

 And round beneath me
 was the whole hoop
 of the world.

 And while I stood there
 I saw more than I can tell

 And I understood
 more than I saw.

 For I was seeing
 in the sacred manner
 the shape of all things
 of the spirit

 And the shapes
 as they must live
 together like one being.

 And I saw that the sacred hoop
 of my people
 was one of many hoops
 that make one circle,
 wide as daylight and starlight,

 And in the center grew
 one mighty flowering tree

 To shelter all the children
 of one mother
 and one father

 And I saw that it was holy.”

May we bear this vision into the circles we enter this week—