Seekers recognizes that any member of the community may be called upon by God to give us the Word, and thus we have an open pulpit with a different preacher each week. Sermons preached at Seekers, as well as sermons preached by Seekers at other churches or events, are posted here, beginning with the most recent.
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Knowing the fullness of life by Kate Harper
April 15, 2007
Last week we celebrated Easter and we talked about the Resurrection, and we were joyful and we got to think about all the wonderful bits of being Christians. This week, we are presented with Doubting Thomas, who brings us all back to earth with a bit of a bump, with his refusal to believe what he cannot see. Maybe he puts into words some of our own thoughts, some of our own reluctance to believe what we cannot see and cannot prove. It can be quite an uncomfortable story, in which we are told that there is a blessing in believing what we cannot see.
Practicing Resurrection by Marjory Zoet Bankson
April 08, 2007
When we answer, "He is risen indeed," we bear witness to the mystery at the heart of Christianity. We stand at the threshold between the physical life of Jesus, and the mysterious presence of Christ that binds people together beyond family and clan. As a symbol of resurrection, I have placed unfired burial urns and painted prayer shawls on each windowsill as tangible evidence that even the ashes they would hold are gone. Death brings us to that liminal place, between death of the body and mysterious life of the spirit. To conduct a burial service, one would normally wear a stole or prayer shawl to signify that we are close to the veil of mystery between now and forever.
Walking towards the cross with Jesus by Deborah Sokolove
April 01, 2007
Our Roman Catholic brothers and sisters have a way to do that called the Stations of the Cross. In virtually every Roman Catholic worship space, there is a series of fourteen artworks placed at regular intervals along the walls. Particularly during Lent and Holy Week, but at other times of the year, as well, individuals and groups process slowly from one to another, stopping at each one to pray as they remember Jesus’ final journey to the cross. While often these artworks simply tell the story in pictures, sometimes they are quite abstract. Indeed, sometimes there is nothing more than numbers painted on the wall to remind the faithful of each stage on the journey. With its roots in the Middle Ages, praying the Stations is a way to focus one’s thoughts, to slow down, to meditate, and to listen for the voice of God.
Darkness and Light by Muriel Lipp
March 25, 2007
In our world today, we see so many glitzy kinds of love: Love of possessions, the idolizing of celebrities, and–worst of all–failing to see the need for love under our noses. I look back at my own life, and I must confess that I also am guilty of failing to love those who pulled at me to love them–classmates or neighbors rejected by everyone, occasional handicapped persons who could not keep up with the crowd, the ill who would have appreciated visits from me. Therefore, in turning away from the pulling to love, I turned away from the light. Thomas Merton calls this "the rejection of disinterested love."
And she prayed for me by Jackie McMakin and Jean Adams
March 11, 2007
We are on a hired bus, about to enter Winterveldt. We turn off the wide, paved highway onto a dry dirt road. The driver, an Afrikaner, begins to mutter to himself. We roll along the road until he spots a washout ahead. Slowing to a stop, he stands and announces almost joyfully, that this is as far as he can take us. We should get our baggage, and would have to walk the rest of the way. As he set the bags out onto the road, we heard yelping sounds. We looked towards them and saw six or seven Bokamoso young men leaping through the high grasses towards us. They had seen the cloud of dust that announced our arrival. They warmly greeted us, and they swooped up the suitcases and walked with us to the Guest House.