When the prophet Nathan came to him…

 

The sanctuary was darker than usual this morning. The sun was not yet beaming through the vivid stain glass that typically characterizes the room. There were no vestments or other things to add “color” apart from the minimal candles upon the altar table behind the bowls of ashes. As we sat quietly and vulnerably before the Word of God, Rev. Brian Dale drew our attention to Psalm 51…verse…zero? Continue reading →