This past Sunday we shared in welcoming new members, offering appreciation to this year’s teachers and facilitators in Religious Education classes, and honouring youth bridging from youth to young adult. Each of these rituals bring joy and gratitude, along with some tender memories.

And because we hold multitudes (#Whitman) we were also holding space in our hearts for grieving, as a dear friend and colleague, Rev. Kent McKusick, died quite suddenly last week. We were all part of the 2005 incoming class at Starr King School for the Ministry. Kent’s creativity, compassion, and mischievous wit all led to delightful friendships. He and his husband, James, also met in seminary, and so we shared those joys together, too. Kent had lived in Maine, and had served on the staff of Ferry Beach Camp and Conference Center. He loved Unitarian Universalism, theatre, and his family, including his niece, Lisa Levasalmi who was a member of this congregation.

Sometimes “all that is our life” brings appreciation for the dedication and fire of commitment in others. Sometimes it brings sadness. Sometimes it brings anticipation for what a bridging person entering into young adulthood and new members will bring into being. Sometimes it brings joy for the ways we celebrate in community with rock & roll raffles or Sundae Sundays. For all that is our life means we don’t have to leave part of ourselves at the door or hide our orientation or gender identity. We can offer one another comfort when times are challenging. We can amplify one another’s joy when we celebrate. And sorrows and joys are often so closely woven…

With gratitude for all.that.is.our.life,

Rev. Wendy and Rev. Lynn