You are invited to walk and pray on our church front yard laby-rinth. Walking a labyrinth is like making a pilgrimage. It is a journey where you might think of loved ones, reflect on your busy life, pray for your children and grandchildren, slow down, spend time with God.
Outlined by bricks, the walking is done on the grass path and may be used by friends and community people. A large center stone serves as a place to sit and reflect before exiting the path. The new bench is placed to see the WFC steeple backed by blue sky, clouds, even sunlight on occasion!
Brochures with suggested prayers are posted on the bulletin board inside the hall-way near the door to the labyrinth. We expect to have an outdoor box to hold brochures later this month. Peace be with you.
My favorite memory of Easter is every year when 60-75 folk gather at the Lamb house overlooking Lake Iroquois at 6:30 a.m. for a sunrise service led by the youth of the church.
Regardless of the weather the greetings are always warm although sometimes it seems that folk prefer to bring a warm dish to cuttle up with as well as to share.
The omission of alleluia during Lent goes back at least to the fifth century in the western church.
The association of alleluia with Easter led to the custom of intentionally omitting it from the worship service during the season of Lent, a kind of verbal fast which has the effect of creating a sense of anticipation and even greater joy when the familiar word of praise returns.
We do not use it at church. We do not use it at home. We let itrest, as it were, during Lent, so that when it reappears on Easter, we may Continue reading Why do we "hide" the alleluia?
A few weeks ago, I was in a dark place wondering about the future if this church. It made me examine the depth of my connection to this church for 45 years. I found it impossible to list all the reasons Williston Federated Church is at the core of my faith and community.
Last Sunday, I woke at 1:30 a.m. and never went back to sleep as I watched images of rainbow colors play across my mind. Continue reading The Rainbow Quilt, by Nancy Stone