Clay Tablets. Photo by Amy Bruch by Amy Bruch It's heartening, at this particular time in our country, to receive the gift of sitting quietly on a white rock beside a still lake watching the sun set, hearing only the natural sounds of twilight fading into evening among many tall trees. My invitation to serve as artist-in-residence for a week at Silver Lake found me in that place beside Silver Birch Lodge this summer. Winding down the hill from the main camp, the Lodge is a building with ...
Artist-in-residence Josh Sander shares some thoughts on the Sanctuary he finds at Silver Lake.
If yours is like most mainline Protestant churches in Southern New England, you've spent a lot of time and energy wondering how you can get those 20- and 30-somethings to come to your church. What if I told you they are quite literally at your doorstep.
Have you ever witnessed millions of tiny water particles evaporate to form one body, a cloud? If you've ever been down to morning dip at Silver Lake on a cool summer morning, you might be able to say you have.
I'm tired. I'm sick and tired of being asked if I am going to make a statement about the latest killing of a black man by police.
I have just returned from the Connecticut Conference's third offering of Clergy Camp. It was a great experience of gathering with colleagues not only from Connecticut but also, for the first time, from the Massachusetts Conference.