| March at Contemplate We now begin to approach spring and we welcome it with open arms. We also have begun our Lenten journey with several groups studying Richard Rohr’s book Breathing Underwater. This is a rich time where like the earth’s soil we begin to till and cultivate our own soil in preparation for the seeds God will plant in us. |
| Join us for our special Celtic and St. Patrick’s themed Taize Worship Service March 15th at 6pm. Our Heal Sacred Saturday Series continues March 7th with Dr. Bo Bryson’s presentation Create a Trinity Lifestyle. We will also have a time for discussion. Join us for Contemplative Movement Friday’s at 5:30pm a time of movement and meditation. On March 21st we will join people all over the world in prayer and contemplation. This years theme is healing division. We will spend time in prayer, contemplation, and a special video from Contemplative Outreach featuring teachings from Fr. Thomas Keating. Stay tuned for more details on facebook and on our website. Email question to [email protected] |
| Weekly Schedule Noon-hour Silent Prayer – Weekdays 12:15 Lectio Divina – Thursdays 5:30pm Contemplative Movement – Fridays 5:30pm Worship Music – Sundays 3:30 pm House Church: Integral Worship – Sundays 4pm Taizé Worship Service – Sunday March 15th 6pm |
| Such Singing in the Wild Branches It was spring and I finally heard him among the first leaves–– then I saw him clutching the limb in an island of shade with his red-brown feathers all trim and neat for the new year. First, I stood still and thought of nothing. Then I began to listen. Then I was filled with gladness–– and that’s when it happened, when I seemed to float, to be, myself, a wing or a tree–– and I began to understand what the bird was saying, and the sands in the glass stopped for a pure white moment while gravity sprinkled upward like rain, rising, and in fact it became difficult to tell just what it was that was singing–– it was the thrush for sure, but it seemed not a single thrush, but himself, and all his brothers, and also the trees around them, as well as the gliding, long-tailed clouds in the perfect blue sky–––all of them were singing. And, of course, so it seemed, so was I. Such soft and solemn and perfect music doesn’t lastFor more than a few moments. It’s one of those magical places wise people like to talk about. One of the things they say about it, that is true, is that, once you’ve been there, you’re there forever. Listen, everyone has a chance. Is it spring, is it morning? Are there trees near you, and does your own soul need comforting? Quick, then––open the door and fly on your heavy feet; the song may already be drifting away. -Mary Oliver |