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 Search Committee was dedicated at the regular Sunday morning service on March 13, 2016
The Church was built in 1867, with Bell installed,
In July 1899 some on Williston’s “monied men” started raising funds for the purchase of a Town Clock. It was felt the Williston Methodist Church steeple would be the best location for it as it was high, visible and would allow the sound of the bell, which would strike the time on the hour, to carry well. Continue reading Our Historic Tower Clock
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?
The local Congregational history dates back to the end of the 18th century when, in 1790, plans were made to hire a minister and to build a meeting house “for religious services, town meetings and other assemblies.” The Congregational Church was formally Continue reading History
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