Emmanuel UCC
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From the Desk of Pastor Bert
As the scene above unfolded before my eyes I heard words from Psalm 8 in the ears of my mind.
  “O LORD, our Sovereign, how majestic is your name in all the earth! You have set your glory above the heavens . . . When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars that you have established; what are human beings that you are mindful of them, mortals that you care for them? . . . . . “

As autumn arrives, I pray that you too will occasionally set aside such a time to look, to sense, to breathe, to wonder, and to wander. And as the green leaves begin their autumn blush, may you hear these words from poet, George Cooper.

“Come, little leaves,” 
said the wind one day.
“Come over the meadows 
with me, and play;
Put on your dresses 
of red and gold;
Summer is gone,
And the days grow cold.”

Blessings, Pastor Bert

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It was a crisp walk this morning just before first light. (Yes, with the days growing shorter first light appears later.) The amber lighted school buses were just pulling out to begin morning rounds. A few cars hauling their drivers off to daily duties. The drivers probably wondering about the crazy man walking the sidewalks so early. 

Sitting in my front yard waiting to see if there would be a sunrise to paint the morning, the squirrels barked in the tree above me and threw acorn shells down on my head. In the stillness, watching the East, breathing in the cool air of a new day, I pondered breath and wind and spirit. 

I remembered that in the language of the Old Testament, the Hebrew “ruach” (roo'-akh) means “wind,” “breath,” or “spirit.” How in the first stories of Genesis God spoke, releasing breath and creation came to pass. Then God formed the human and breathed the human to life. 

The Wind. The Breath. The Spirit.