United Church of Christ

Devotionals by Mary Luti

It’s exemplary to help someone in dire straits, friend or foe. It’s divine to live a deeply obliged life, paying an open-ended debt to hope, for as long as it takes, to heal the world.


If we understood that we only have one night – this one short life – to share faith’s treasures, to increase each other’s joy, we might happily talk straight through night till dawn.


We never grasped, in our bruised white innocence and sentimentality, that harmony is easy – justice is not. We should’ve been praying not for harmony, but for endurance.


The Antichrist is not some mythic being. It’s the fist-pumping conviction that nothing is as sacred or heroic or as worth defending as me, myself, and I.


This is not the moment, if there ever was one, to prove anything to anyone. It’s a time to be real, and to let that be the good thing it is.


We’re right always to insist on hope. But maybe not so reflexively, maybe not so fast. F Faith isn’t faith if it marches us straight to glory without passing despair.


In these awful days of virus-related illness and death, whenever we’re asked why these things happen, let’s not be quick to answer.


Nobody loves being last. But Paul wasn’t ashamed of being the last and the least admirable. We too are latecomers, yet even to us, Christ appears.


‘Take nothing with you,’ Jesus once said. Today the dead Jesus lies in a grave not his own. And today we wait to see if he was right to live so dispossessed.


Sometimes what makes us whole are the same old things our grandmothers recommended, the remedies our ancestors believed in, the ancient ordinary things.