

Rev. Ian Cummins Easter Sunday




Rev. Ian Cummins




Rev. Nadia Bolz-Weber Theologian-in-Residence


Rev. Ian Cummins






Rev. Ian Cummins Poem referenced in sermon: The older I become, the more aware I am of mystery, especially in my faith. I think when I was younger, it might have frightened me to think of faith containing mystery; I valued thinking too much to entertain that notion. I wanted to know what was true, what was “right,” Studying, analyzing, Why, this mystery thing just might have spun me into far flung galaxies of uncountable, immeasurable, entities much as envisioned in the Hubble telescope - and now the Webb. The very idea! It feels so much more clear now that mystery doesn’t cancel more empirical, nail-downable knowledge, the brain’s direct perceptions - but dances with them, and I relax into how much I’ve always loved imagining as well as “knowing.” In this space, it’s tempting to say there is no black and white of it but there is. God loves us. We are the beloved. Period. But what God’s loving to us opens the door to those galaxies not only of every shade of gray but of every color as well. Just looking out my study window, watching the aspen leaves dance, sometimes listening to music, I go to another place as the undeniable presence of God, of Spirit, surrounds me, something ethereal courses through my veins, and tears of gratitude and awe gently well up. How I express this - what’s “seen” in the mystery, what’s experienced and felt, what this other knowing is - becomes the more difficult task.








Rev. Amanda Osenga Associate Pastor of Youth and Families


Rev. Clover Reuter Beal Christmas Eve Service




Rev. Ian Cummins


Rev. Clover Reuter Beal












Rev. Ian Cummins




Rev. Clover Reuter Beal Sermon Series: Questions of Faith




Amanda Osenga Minister of Youth and Families

