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Friends,

I’m still away this Sunday and back with you next week. Thank you to everyone keeping things steady while I’m gone.

We’re cross the threshold of the Season of Creation, those weeks when we slow down and let prayer turn into small, local care. Think garden more than campaign: soil tended, waters noticed, life given room to breathe. That sits well with the readings. Jeremiah takes us to the potter’s house where the clay sags and the potter simply begins again—mercy you can feel in your hands. Philemon is a real letter about real reconciliation, asking for a welcome that turns ownership into kinship. And Jesus looks at the crowd and names the honest cost of love, inviting us to travel lighter so there’s room to carry what matters.

While I’m away, I’m letting that land. Beginning again where something’s gone stiff. Choosing welcome over pride. Loosening my grip so peace has room to grow—inside me, around me, and in the places we share.

We’ll gather at the usual times on Sunday, and you’ll be in good hands. Keep a seat warm for me—and a story or two. I’ll see you next week.

Blessings,

Alex+