Join us for worship Sunday, February 28th, the second Sunday of Lent. I’m preaching from Mark 8:31-38, the story of Peter being rebuked by Jesus for not listening. Again and again, we are called to listen—to God and to others. We’ll be joined by the new Director of Homeless Services at the Downtown DC Business Improvement District, Debra Byrd, to meet her and hear an update on the Day Services Center operating out of the lower level of the church. And there will be virtual Coffee Fellowship after the service, so plan on sticking around if you’d like some community and connection.
Join us on Zoom at 10:00am
Dial: 1-929-436-2866 with Meeting ID: 150 620 342
Here’s a poem by Rev. Sarah Are, “Truth that Ricochets” to nourish you this week:
I went to a lecture once—
An interfaith conversation with
Whispers bounced off the church’s
As people shuffled into place,
Carrying hope alongside assumptions—
Mixed into pockets like loose change.
About halfway through the evening,
A young woman in a blue hijab
She was the youngest person on the panel,
Seated far to the left. You might almost
If you weren’t paying attention;
But not here, not when she spoke.
In quiet determination she told us of fear
She told us of hatred and racial slurs,
Thrown at her people from car windows
It was a truth I did not know,
And that truth ricocheted like sunlight
through the cathedral windows,
Touching almost everyone that day.
Then a man in the back, who could
have been me—
Who has been me—
Approached the microphone and said,
“Your people are persecuted. You live in
fear. You are battered by hate.
If that is true, then why am I just now
hearing about it?
Why is your story not on the news?
Why have you not spoken up about it?”
And the air was still, partly because we held
our breath in anticipation,
And partly because the Spirit slows her
dance when we stand at the edge
The woman in the blue hijab leaned into
And whispered with a quiet strength that
can only come from years of practice:
“We are screaming.”
If there is one truth in my life
That unfolds again and again,
It is the need to listen.
For again and again, I will try,
with good intentions,
To act and walk with love.
But again and again, I will make mistakes.
Again and again, I will say the wrong thing.
Again and again, they will call me Peter,
And again and again, they will be right.
So again and again,
I will pray for a truth that ricochets,
For ears that will listen,
And for space to hold truth.
If people are screaming,
And to be clear—people are screaming—
I do not want to miss it.
Peace and Courage,