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God of music and light, of strobe and disco ball,
God of the pipe organ and the 303 bass machine,
God of Latin chant and Latin rhythm,
God who smiles over night club dance floors, we remember how You were hated for the wide stretch of Your love.
We remember how the hate of the small minded cost You Your life.
God, since You know how it feels to be hated simply for being Your own fabulous self, please draw close to the people of Orlando.
Please be sheltering, shimmering wings upon every blessed person touched by this tragedy.

Delivered by Senior Minister Rev. Nancy Taylor at an interfaith service mourning the victims of the Orlando mass shooting, held at Emmanuel Church in Boston on June 15, 2016.

It was 45 years ago this week that the intoxicating folk-rock musical Godspell opened in New York City. So much more than a production, Godspell was an experience and a revelation. Godspell swept into the dust of the past the staid, institutional church with its severe creeds and yawn-inducing hymns. It invited the followers of Jesus to dance together into a youthful, brightly clad, sundrenched, ethnically assorted future.

Dear Old South Church in Boston,

On Sunday, Mother's Day, we will celebrate one of our mothers: Phillis Wheatley. Though she lived only to her 31st year, she changed the course of history, earning the title the Mother of African American literature.

Some facts:

I could be wrong, but I don’t think the phrase ‘The Sabbath as Resurrection’ is one that readily comes to mind for most Christians in this season of Eastertide. This year, however, the phrase has confronted me with both a strange attraction and a challenge.

As we work our way through the Lenten Season, Holy Week looms. During Holy Week, probably the most sacred week in the Church year, we will sing one of my favorite hymns: Were You There? It has been sung in homes and in churches for decades. It is a Spiritual but, unlike most Spirituals, it does not end on a note of praise. This one ends as a ‘sorrow song’, even with the ‘Resurrection’ verse that is included in The New Century Hymnal. Many hymnals, including the Pilgrim Hymnal, do not contain that verse.

On March 3, 2016, Associate Minister Rev. John Edgerton testified on behalf of the Massachusetts Coalition for the Homeless, on their legislative lobby day, at the Massachusetts State House. Rev. Edgerton spoke in support of declaring a homelessness state of emergency, calling on lawmakers to take immediate actions to help stop the crisis and save lives.

While T.S. Eliot writes, “April is the cruelest month”, some of us would argue that February vies for that distinction. The freezing, wintry blasts that have us gripping our coats, scarves, and hats close to our shivering bodies, the never-ending gray days calling for us to add more lights to our growing lamp collections in every room of the house, the bone-chilling wet snow that finds its way into our “water-proof” boots, the stinging crystals of ice forming around our noses: Ah, February, why is it that although you are the shortest month, your days seem to stretch on forever?

What was your last epiphany? Was it frightening or energizing? Or perhaps a bit of each? The word ‘epiphany’ means “manifestation, realization, or disclosure.” Usually it comes as a sudden perception or striking event revealing the essential nature or meaning of something. Spiritually it is about gaining a new perspective, recognizing a new awareness dawning. It may mean viewing what has been with us all along, but now from a different perspective, with a new consciousness.

Dear Old South Church,

Throughout December, the Portico of Old South Church has become a sleeping place for unhoused neighbors. Area businesses are working with the City to banish homeless persons from neighboring parks and benches and doorways. Having nowhere else to go, some are gravitating each night under the shelter of our covered Portico. While the Back Bay Association is unhappy with us, Old South members have taken to ministering to them with food, warm clothing, and companionship. Maybe the Christmas story is happening right here?