• About miltybc

    Blogging since December 2005

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    this is us

    by  • November 5, 2018 • america, community, hope, music • 12 Comments

    I want to say something before the votes are counted. I want to say out loud that my hope is not defined by those who make the most noise or create the most confusion. I want to share the words of those who are speaking to my despair, who feed my hope, who remind...

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    lifelong learning

    by  • September 24, 2018 • america, change, justice, kindness, race, white privilege • 4 Comments

    I preached again this week at North Madison Congregational Church. The lectionary passages— Mark 9:33-37 and James 3:13-18—hit particularly close to home this week. Here is what I had to say. __________________________ As you may have gleaned from the personal information I have shared over our time together, though I have been ordained a...

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    power is not the point

    by  • September 18, 2018 • grief, love, sermon • 2 Comments

    I preached at North Madison Congregational Church again last Sunday. The text was Mark 8:27-38, a passage that offers new things any time I read it. Here is my sermon. __________________________ When the gospel writers began to put the stories down on parchment, many years after Jesus had ascended, they seem to have organized...

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    I smell a song . . .

    by  • September 4, 2018 • Uncategorized • 3 Comments

    I preached this week at United Churches of Durham, Connecticut, as a part of their Summer Preaching Series. My text was James 1:17-27. ____________________ When I read our passage from James this week, the first thing that came to mind for me was Broadway show tunes. Am I right? No? Well, let me explain....

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    dressing for the day

    by  • August 30, 2018 • faith, grace, hope, language, sermon • 2 Comments

    I preached last Sunday at North Madison Congregational Church UCC—my first time to preach there. I drew from two passages, Ephesians 6:10-20 and 1 Samuel 17:31-40, both of them having to do with armor. —————————- I have to start this morning with two confessions. The first is that I have never found much use...

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    not numb enough

    by  • August 28, 2018 • america, faith, fear, sermon • 5 Comments

    I’m behind on my posts. This is a sermon I preached at First Church of Christ, Congregational of East Haddam, Connecticut a couple of weeks ago. ____________________ I have an old friend who is a singer-songwriter. He lives in Texas now, but many years ago he lived in California for awhile and we wrote...

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    what is this?

    by  • August 5, 2018 • communion, faith, food, hope, sermon • 4 Comments

    I preached this morning at our church in Guilford. The first Sunday of the month is when we observe Communion. The passage for today was Exodus 16:2-15, when God gave the people manna from heaven. Though some of it is specific to our church, I hope you find something here that speaks to you....

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    being milton

    by  • August 3, 2018 • family, gratitude, grief • 9 Comments

    As far back as I can go in my memory, I remember my father talking about his dad dying at age fifty-seven. No Cunningham male had lived beyond that age, which meant my father was in his mid-twenties when his father died.  Just before he turned fifty-seven and I was in my mid-twenties, Dad...

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    weather report

    by  • June 13, 2018 • depression • 9 Comments

    I didn’t grow up with snow. My parents were missionaries in Africa. What I remember as a child were the rainy seasons and the dry seasons that alternated year after year. One day we were listening to the radio in Zambia and the announcer said, “And now the weather report . . . ,”...

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