“No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow.” – English Proverb
This Sunday, John Hall will present a lesson about Groundhog Day.
We would love to have you come worship with us.
Our services are Sundays at 11 a.m. at the Progressive Women’s Association Event Center, 305 Washington Ave. in downtown Clarksburg, behind the Courthouse. There are classes for children and adults 10 to 10:45 am, and a coffee gathering before the service. More about us.
Classes and worship are replaced by Spiritual Outings on the first Sunday of each month during the summer, with brief worship, a potluck picnic, and outdoor activities. The schedule is in the sidebar.
Children are welcome. There is childcare and an activity for young children during the service.
The building is wheelchair accessible, with an accessible restroom.
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Prelude: Persephone Smiles by Heather Jinmaku
Welcome: Springtime Call to Worship By Susan Davison Archer
The earth is warming, the birdsong increases, the sweeter breezes brush our cheeks, and the earth holds hope in its seeds and buds.
Come, let us gather this morning, with joyful noise, with warm hearts, and with hopeful spirits, for we are one with the renewal of the earth and blessedly held in the love of one another.
Make us aware we
are a sanctuary
Each made holy
loved right through
we’ll be a living
Chalice Lighting: Our Souls Speak Spring By Evin Carvill Ziemer
If we lived in another climate
Our souls might speak other languages
We might speak oasis or permafrost, dry season or monsoon
But our souls speak spring
Our souls speak green shoots pushing through last year’s leaves
Our souls speak flower buds stretching to sun
Our souls speak mud puddle and nest building, damp earth and worm castings, tiny green leaves and frog choruses
We speak spring because spring sings in us
We gather to nurture our faith in our own growing
Our own courage to push through
Our own blossoming in beauty
Our own small part in the spring of this world
Come, let us worship together
Today is Good Friday. For our Christian friends this is a day of remembrance, meditation, and focusing on the dark times. Holy Week is in many ways the spiritual embodiment of the turn from Winter into Spring. It is about how the darkness is necessary to bring the light.
This theme of coming through the darkness and into the light as a better version of one’s self is a theme through many religions. The winter is often dark and brooding. We suffer through the cold and dark, not realizing what it does to us. We don’t always see the work that we do within our spirit during that time, whether it is the actual season or a dark time in our lives. When Spring returns we rejoice and dance. We often do not see the transformation in ourselves. For those who are in a dark time, the picture below helped me a lot and I hope it helps you as well. Spring is just around the corner.
Spring and Easter are often billed as for the children. I think it is because they get a lot of joy out of the season. I found a page that has 25 butterfly crafts and one that has 15 indoor/outdoor activities for spring. Yes, they are designed for children, but they are also designed for parents or grandparents to do with the children. Sometimes doing crafts can be a very meditative process. For those that prefer coloring here is a butterfly mandala to color. I hope that these simple things will bring you joy. Perhaps they can help you find the light in your dark time. Perhaps they can help you realize the growth you have made. Perhaps they will just bring you joy and that is all I wish for anyone.
Ostara is the pagan holiday celebrating the Spring Equinox.
Blessing from A Book of Pagan Prayer
The snow sinks back into the Earth,
there to nourish the sleeping life
that waits patiently for its time come.
Goddess of spring, you have performed this miracle through many ages.
Transform, again, the frozen white into the pliant green.
Work, again, the ancient magic,
and bring spring to our land.
Blessings on the holy day.