As our sanctuary sat empty, we preserved the stories we told, but have we missed something about the telling?
Our narratives are always incomplete, yet we must press on, goals half examined, reasons partially persuasive, the knowledge of our own fragility necessarily hidden from ourselves.
When we tell our story in beloved community, the morning mist of hope blows clear to reveal the sure footing of faithful ground. We are reminded that becoming is part of our nature, and that others are the goals and the reasons.
We light this chalice, excited that soon people will return to share stories in a faithful place where we gain clarity in the telling of what we yearn to do and what it means to be UU.