Sermons
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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.wp-show-posts-columns#wpsp-4136 {margin-left: -2em; }.wp-show-posts-columns#wpsp-4136 .wp-show-posts-inner {margin: 0 0 2em 2em; } When I’m at a party or social gathering with a lot of people I don’t know, and when Trish abandons me to go talk to someone else, I try hard to avoid small talk about he weather, or having a headache last week, or about a change in the garbage pickup schedule. My tactic is to ask one of two questions. If we haven’t shared names I’m likely to ask “What do you care about?” If we have shared names I’m likely to ask the person to “Tell me a story about yourself so that I have a chance to remember this conversation with you and just possibly might remember your name.” It surprises me, even sort of shocks me, that a fair number of people get stuck and can’t come up with a story, and instead say something like “I have two children” or “I work for the Federal Bureau of Imagination.” This past year, my daughter and grandchildren and I spent Christmas in Florida. They drove. I flew. It works better that way. When I arrived at Dulles on my return flight, I went to the designated Arrivals gate to wait for the SuperShuttle, on which I had already reserved a seat. I had confirmed the seat with SuperShuttle by phone as I waited in line to leave the plane. When I confirmed, a recorded message suggested I download the phone app but I didn’t see the point of that since I had made my reservation on my home computer, not my phone. I assumed the phone app wouldn’t have a record of my reservation. Besides, having confirmed, I was all set. Today the young people from Bokamoso again joined us, bringing us songs and stories from their lives in Winterveld, South Africa. There is no text, but only our joyous memories of their visit and our anticipation of their return next year. Saturday, January 19th Our cat Lula is dying. The vet can’t find anything specific wrong with Lula, though she suspects liver disease or possibly a recurrence of a malignancy that resulted in her having one eye removed last year. Mainly, she’s old – at least she acts old; we got her from a shelter ten years ago, so we don’t really know her age. Now she’s all but stopped eating, has lost close to half her body weight, and doesn’t have much interest in anything besides dozing on my lap, or Katie’s. But she’s not in any pain as far as I can tell, nor does she seem uncomfortable. She’s just dying; her flame is turning down lower and lower. Good morning. I almost didn’t make it back up here. When I saw Brad and Melody here, I knew that Dakota was downstairs so I went downstairs visit to Dakota. He loves to be held and I didn’t want to let him go but I knew I had to go and come back up here.“Salvation Stories” by Pat Conover
February 17, 2019The Sixth Sunday after the Epiphany
“The Power of Prayer” by Jacqie Wallen
February 10, 2019The Fifth Sunday after the Epiphany
Bokamoso 2019
February 3, 2018Fourth Sunday after Epiphany
“Indispensable” by John Morris
January 27, 2019The Third Sunday after the Epiphany
A Sermon on MLK, Compassion, and Racial Sensitivity by Larry Rawlings
January 20, 2019The Second Sunday after the Epiphany