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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“Three Thoughts on Healing from Three Stories on Healing” by Erica Lloyd
July 1, 2018
The Sixth Sunday after Pentecost
When I stood in this spot last summer, I shared the story of being broken down by the loss and suffering I had witnessed over the last 4 years living in Haiti. I preached about Jesus feeding the 5,000 even as he grieved the loss of John the Baptist, and I held onto that story as a beacon of hope as I navigated the somewhat foreign and often surprising process of healing.
My experience of healing was not one single thing – I started counseling, I read books about the problem of suffering, I learned to pray for healing in new ways with a group from my church in Haiti, and I studied scripture passages like the Gospel reading for today. And through all of these different experiences, I learned a few things about healing that I want to share with you this morning.
First, I came to see healing as an act of war.
“Human Beings Lonely Without God” by John Morris
June 24, 2018
The Fifth Sunday after Pentecost
I’m going to take the theme of “Telling the Story” and relate it to some of my journey as a Christian and a writer. I hope that you’ll be able to relate it to your own story-telling too, because I’ve never met a person who wasn’t, at heart, a story-teller. That seems to be how human beings are made. Certainly our Gospel reading this morning is a great story, and you can just imagine with what zeal and amazement the disciples must have told it to Jesus’ followers. “Even the wind and waves obey him!” And like so many good stories, this one points to something beyond the particulars of what happened. It means something, and is worth pondering and reconsidering.
Most of you know that I write fiction and poetry, and here I am, a grateful member of Seekers Church – yet I would be guarded, even reluctant, in describing my work as “Christian fiction” or “Christian poetry.” Do you want to read some really bad poetry? Google “Christian Poetry.” There is something about an earnest desire to evangelize that appears to frazzle every bit of artistry and even good taste that a writer possesses. I have tried hard not to be that kind of writer, and that kind of evangelist. Still, though . . . I think an alert reader would be able to look at my stuff and have a pretty good guess that the writer must be a Christian of a certain type.
“Seeking the Face of God in the Infinite” by Rebecca Wheaton
June 16, 2018
The Fourth Sunday after Pentecost
A simple definition if the word “to seek” may be: an attempt to find. But reading into more definitions, they begin to emphasize an “engaged longing” to find. Going yet a step further, I found that in seeking God, it is a longing to be in his presence. That we are to seek to find his “face”. I thought to myself, “there are as many different versions of seeking, and seeing, her “face” as there are beings that have ever lived, are living now and those that will come into this world. It is also important to point out that the message is to continually, constantly seek to he in her presence.
Today I would like to share with you how the divine light has guided me to search and seek out the face of God. How my parents’ infinite love and the guidance of my elders lead me to live among the Nicaraguan people. My journey is one of seeking to find God’s by seeing life through their eyes, and being in relationship with them.
“The Unforgivable Sin” by Elizabeth Gelfeld
June 10, 2018
The Third Sunday after Pentecost
Who has the authority? That question has come up a lot for me. Like many kids in my culture of origin, I was raised by authoritarian parents. There was never any question about who was the boss of me. It was my parents – until I reached adolescence and began to be the boss of myself. I wasn’t a good boss because, when a child grows up just following the orders of her parents and other designated adults, she doesn’t learn to trust her own, inner moral authority.