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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Elisabeth Dearborn: Razing Barns
August 02, 1998
Once, during those years, when I was sitting in meeting for Worship, I saw a pair of dusty and sandalled feet and began to quake. My eyes traveled up the unmistakably masculine calves until I came to the hem of the garment. There they rested and I shook with the fire of the Holy Spirit. I knew again that in the gut unmistakable knowing — that I was being given a message about my life.
Annamarie White: Prayer and Prophecy
July 26, 1998
He stood up and started to go. The moon shone down upon the back of his tee shirt and jeans and his feet shuffled soundlessly through the ivy groundcover in my backyard. I jumped up and said, “Wait!” “Do you know that passage in Dostoevsky’s Brothers Karamazov where Christ comes to talk with the Grand Inquisitor?” He turned and looked at me with amusement. “Now Annamarie, if Christ was willing to talk to the least of these fictional characters, how much more does he want to talk with you!”
Sarah DeYoung: My Seekers Scrapbook
June 28, 1998
This is my last Sunday at Seekers for quite a while. As this fact has become more and more real to me in the past few weeks, I find myself feeling more and more divided. I am going to miss the Seekers community to a degree that I cannot yet fathom, but I also know that my assignment here has ended for the present.
Christian Growth Class: My Faith Statement
June 14, 1998
We came to Seekers because one Sunday when we were with friends in California, I looked at the cross with Jesus crucified on it, and asked “Who is that?’ My Mom, after answering me, decided we needed to find a church.
Marjory Zoet Bankson: First Fruits of Pentecost
May 31, 1998
Whenever I hear about the sight and sound of the Holy Spirit’s outpouring, I think of firing a pottery kiln at night. With the gas burners on full, it’s the sound of a propane torch, magnified many times. Flames lick the night air, reaching for oxygen, hungry for change. The bright yellow-white light is pulsing and the pots stand almost transparent — shadows in the light.