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Maureen's Musings -- April, 2017

Easters and UUs?

Here it comes again, the perennial bête noire of religious liberals. What DO we do with Easter, a season so thoroughly enmeshed in a single story that many of us no longer find helpful? I’m talking, of course, about the resurrection of Jesus. It is so easy to dismiss the notion of bodily resurrection as an impossibility, reducing Easter to nothing more than a romantic reshaping of pre-Christian celebrations of spring. [Click "Read more..." to continue]

Maureen's Musings -- March, 2017

They’re everywhere – poles of wood or limestone, copper or stainless steel, even plastic. They all bear the words, “May Peace Prevail on Earth” a number languages. Around the world, there are more than 100,000 Peace Poles, all bearing witness to humanity’s longing for peace. Did you know there’s a Peace Pole at the North Magnetic Pole, at the Egyptian pyramids in Giza, in Ghana, throughout Europe and North America, and of course many in Japan, where the tradition began? [Click "Read more..." to continue]

Maureen's Musings -- February, 2017


From my home office window, I could see him, the boy crouching on the sidewalk, looking intently toward our house. It‘s become commonplace. Walkers, drivers, even bikers, every day numerous people pause to view our yard sign which reads (in Spanish, English, and Arabic), “No matter where you ‘re from, we're glad you're our neighbor.” [Click "Read more..." to continue]

Maureen's Musings -- January, 2017

Between print, phones, TV, and on, there are no shortage of words – and yet so often it seems that little has been said. Maybe that’s why, when a particular few words have the power to rivet your attention, you find yourself wanting to leap up and shout “YES!” That’s what this is, not a real column, but my chance to share a few things that evoke my YES. [Click "Read more..." to continue]

Maureen's Musings -- November 2016

It felt like being on the moon, as Peter and I walked on the slopes of Mt. St. Helens. Just a few years previous, that mountain had blown her top, destroying human and animal life, flattening vegetation and buildings for miles, and sharing its ash with the world. As we stepped from our car, we felt that ash drift like talcum around our ankles, rise in the air, enter with our breath. Other than occasional blacked memories of trees, all was grey, grey as far you could see. [Click "Read more..." to continue]

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