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by Bill Faw June 22, 2025 In November, 2021 , I gave a zoom sermon to HUU on “ The Seasons of Our Life and of the Soul”. Irv was also my facilitator that day. Today, I will repeat part of the Seasons of the Soul, in order to then expand the metaphor to seasons of democracy for nations and the world . PART ONE: SEASONS OF THE SOUL In her challis reading, Andi set the stage for seeing seasons of the soul as cycles of good and bad experiences in life, through the famous wo

Rev. Janet Onnie June 15, 2025 Reflection: My Grandfather’s Apron My grandfather was a small, wiry man with a thick head of hair, a slow smile, and an emotional reserve expressed in silence. (Although he did become more animated when discussing the affairs of the church over Sunday suppers.) He was a reader of books and collector of relics left over from the former inhabitants of the Ohio land where he had our small dairy farm. Some of those relics turned up by his plow –

by Rev. Janet Onnie June 8, 2025 The new worship team has been meeting to look at the Sunday services here at HUU. One of the more theologically interesting discussions refers to the Order of Service. They asked the very good question why we do what we do in the order we do them. Why do we have to have an Order of service ? Why is it not called the Order of Worship? They’re not so much interested in changing the elements of the Sunday service or even their order. Like

By Rev. Janet Onnie May 18, 2025 “For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.” If you’re a subscriber to process theology, all seasons are seasons for change. As we heard in the reading, “We must choose every moment how we will relate to the new world aborning in our midst.” The events of these past few months have given us a glimpse of one possible ‘new world’ aborning. And it’s not one designed to soothe anxiety. T

by Rev Janet Onnie May 11, 2025 I have mixed feelings about preaching on Mothers Day – balancing terror and wonder. Terror because I know that no matter what I say at best I’m going to leave someone out. At worst I’ll going to engender painful memories. I worry about the responses of women who have – by chance or by choice -- not had children. Or have buried their children. Or given them up. Or lost them to circumstances way, way beyond their control. Or simply don’t l