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“Cliff’s Notes to the Corinthians”

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“Cliff’s Notes to the Corinthians”

Love is patient.

Love is kind.

Love is intensely passionate, yet

Love is not easily angered.

Love is deeply affectionate.

Love is loyal.

Love always protects.

Love always trusts.

Love one another.

Love one another.

There exists a place in our hearts where intimacy has no limit  and love has no barrier.

But I believe that place is sacred and is meant to be accessed by-invitation-only. 

On Sunday February 10th, we will explore the kind of love that is trusted, safe and secure.

Love without fears

Love with full connection.

Love that is free to blossom and grow.

Love you can trust.

SERMON: Undoubted Love, A Matter of Trust – UU Church, Waterville, Maine

Let the Light Enter

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        The Dying Words of Goethe
“Light! more light! the shadows deepen,
        And my life is ebbing low,
Throw the windows widely open:
        Light! more light! before I go.
“Softly let the balmy sunshine
        Play around my dying bed,
E’er the dimly lighted valley
        I with lonely feet must tread.
“Light! more light! for Death is weaving
        Shadows ‘round my waning sight,
And I fain would gaze upon him
        Through a stream of earthly light.”
Not for greater gifts of genius;
        Not for thoughts more grandly bright,
All the dying poet whispers
        Is a prayer for light, more light.
Heeds he not the gathered laurels,
        Fading slowly from his sight;
All the poet’s aspirations
        Centre in that prayer for light.
Gracious Saviour, when life’s day-dreams
        Melt and vanish from the sight,
May our dim and longing vision
        Then be blessed with light, more light.
Frances Ellen Watkins Harper (1825-1911) was active in both African Methodist Episcopalian and Unitarian Universalist churches.  She was a prolific writer and poet, as well as a leader in the abolitionist movement. She helped slaves escape through the Underground Railroad and wrote frequently for anti-slavery newspapers, earning her a reputation as the mother of African American journalism.
As we enter into reflection about our Nation’s independence, may we ever be mindful of the blessings and responsibilities of freedom. May we seek to embrace the light, and be blessed by the light.
Happy Independence Day,
~ “Twinkle” Marie Manning