Sermons


Because we are a community with a strong focus on study, service and community, we deeply appreciate challenging weekly sermons on these topics.
Below is a sampling of sermons offered in recent months by our devoted pulpit supply team, Kristabeth Atwood and Carl Hilton VanOsdall, our own Commissioned Lay Pastor, Frank Sadowski, and others who join us as guest preachers.

April 4, 2021: Easter Sunday

Kristabeth Atwood, M. Div.

Easter morning was no ordinary morning in my house when I was growing up. It started with a pre-dawn phone call to my grandmother to announce, “Christ is risen!” She would respond, “He is risen, indeed!” (This tradition continued until she died in 2004.) Then there was the Easter basket and, some years, an early morning pilgrimage to the sunrise service. I loved the way, in the teaser, Elinore described the Easter sunrise services you all have enjoyed in past years at the band shell. Bundled up. Yawning and freezing. Dogs in attendance. Sunrise over the lake and mountains. Communion.

March 28, 2021

Rev. Carl Van Osdall

I did wonder.
From the time I was a kid, I wondered.
Mom and Dad would tell stories about my birth.
Shepherds & Magi, come from afar.
Fleeing for our lives, for it wasn’t a safe place to
“raise a family,” especially mine.
Not Bethlehem. Not then, with Herod’s rage and insecurity.
Thank God for those who would welcome political refugees!

March 21, 2021

Kristabeth Atwood, M. Div.

Have you ever done something really foolish? No? Just me, then? Well, let me rephrase. Have you ever done something that everyone else thought was foolish, but you knew was the exact thing that you had to do?

March 14, 2021

Rev. Carl Hilton VanOsdall

This past summer, I went on a solo bike ride for four days. After I had strapped on 40+ pounds of gear, including a tent & sleeping bag for the nights that I would be camping out,
I headed west from Barre. Since you know Vermont geography, you get it. Going west and east necessarily means a lot of up and down. I was…exhausted…when I reached my first night’s camping spot. Given that it was pretty late summer, and COVID, I had my pick of four sites at a little picnic/camping along the Mad River between Warren and Hancock. I was all set up when, about an hour before dark, another car pulled into the campsite, maybe 100 yards downstream from me. I took a little stroll down, just to say hi, which was basically all he was interested in saying back.

March 7, 2021

Kristabeth Atwood, M. Div.

Rules. We all are supposed to follow them, right? The rules of the road. The laws of society. Even the unwritten rules of our families. But sometimes “rules” seems like a dirty word. Don’t you know the rules? What can’t you just follow the rules? Rules, Rules, Rules!
And, as the saying goes, rules were meant to be broken.