Dear Beloveds,
Many years ago, during one enchanted summer in Spain, we found ourselves in a quiet town square on a Friday evening. Suddenly, as if summoned by joy itself, musicians appeared and the townspeople began to dance. It was far from the tourist paths and distant from the beach, yet it remains vivid in my heart—thirty years later, I still remember the feeling of that experience.
My youngest daughter, Sarah, made a friend that night, a little girl whose name she spoke of for years. I just asked her if she remembered that little girl, she said, "Yeah, Sylvia!".
That evening, simple and spontaneous, became a wellspring of memory. Its richness rippled outward, blessing our family not just in that moment, but in countless moments to come.
Such acts of generosity—unplanned, unpolished, and profoundly human—have a way of echoing through time.
All this is swirling around in me as I prepare the message for Sunday. The blissful ripples of the kindness that we experience, the connections we cultivate and gifts that we give. These are the sacred threads that weave us together.
Come and be in community this Sunday.
Much love,
Rev. Karin
