Yes, you have a foodie for a minister. It could be worse. I promise you.
Every year at the head of our late fall and early winter holidays, I offer you a Fellowship-tested recipe for your files and festive tables. On many Belonging and all-day workshop Saturday mornings, these muffins (in their “mini” form, though they're are just as good as regular size muffins) appear on the morning treats table next to the coffee and tea. They are easy to make and always received with wonder—not too sweet, wonderfully lemony with a “streusel” topping that is really only a simple sprinkling of sugar before baking. An easy fix on lazy post-holiday frenzy mornings.
Sour Cream Lemon Streusel Muffins
Makes 24 mini-muffins, 12 regular-size muffins or 6 giant-size muffins.
- 2 c. all-purpose flour
- 1/2 c. sugar
- 1 Tbsp. baking powder
- 1 tsp. grated lemon peel
- 1/2 tsp. salt
- 1 c. walnuts, chopped
- 1/2 c. sour cream
- 1/2 c. milk
- 1/2 c. butter, melted
- 1 egg, beaten
- 1 Tbsp. sugar (for muffin tops)
- Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Grease or paper-line 12 (2 1/2 inch) muffin cups. In large bowl, combine flour, 1/2 cup sugar, baking powder, lemon peel, salt and walnuts.
- In small bowl, combine sour cream, milk, butter and egg until blended. Stir into flour mixture just until moistened. Spoon into muffin cups. Sprinkle remaining 1 tablespoon sugar over tops.
- Bake 15 to 20 minutes for regular-size muffins, 20 to 25 minutes for giant-size muffins or until wooden pick inserted in center comes out clean. Remove from pan. Cool on wire rack.
I wish you all the best this holiday season: warmth, love, beauty, deliciousness, reunion, company, discovery, memories and hope. May the year 2016 bring you blessings beyond your wildest imagination. May you notice them. May you savor them. The muffins too.
Love, and see you in the candlelight,
Linda and I are returning day from two weeks in Salt Lake City and Moab, Utah. For the first five days we were two of more than eight thousand attendees at the 5th Parliament of the World’s Religions, the first held in the US for twenty-two years. The very first Parliament, which took place in 1893 in Chicago, played a major role in introducing a dominantly Christian America to eastern, Midwestern and indigenous religious traditions. During days at the Parliament we were surrounded by people representing eighty countries and fifty faith traditions, many dressed in traditional regalia.
Twice-daily plenaries were organized according to themes such as “Women,” “Hate and Violence,” “Global Climate Change,” and “Indigenous Peoples.” I can’t even begin to tell you how moving many of the speeches were, speeches begging us all, in many tongues and scriptures and prayers and passionate analyses of current events to unite around our shared values and work together towards peace and justice for all the peoples of the world and for our planet. We attended workshops led by Jain, Muslim, Jewish, Yoruba, Pagan, Sikh, and indigenous men and women; witnessed rituals and prayers led by Tibetan monks, Sufi dervishes and indigenous grandmothers; listened to an international children’s choir and a gorgeous cantata about the southwestern natural world called “Earth Songs”; shared lunch with several thousand people at a Sikh “langar,” a free meal open to the entire Parliament every day—salad, fruit, dal/beans, raita, naan, a paneer/curry, dessert, coffee and tea. Delicious and served with welcome and warmth.
At a workshop on “Trees, Forests and the Sacred” I heard about a grove called “Pando,” a clonal colony of a single male quaking aspen determined to be a single living organism, the heaviest in the world and at 80, 000 years old, among the oldest beings on earth. We went to visit our aspen grove relative just outside of Richfield, UT, a massive root system with genetically identical “stems.” A wondrous sight.
Yours with love,
Perhaps it is a little mysterious to you what all a minister might be good for other than a sermon or a newsletter column or, in my specific case, a loaf of homemade bread. Here are some good reasons to reach out to me:
- You need a sympathetic ear for problems or decisions you are facing regarding your job, children, marriage, relationship, or anything else; you are feeling confused, depressed, isolated or hopeless or have a joy to share.
- You have a friend or loved one who is ill or in trouble or you yourself are dealing with an illness, disability or facing surgery; you notice that someone you know in the congregation needs support.
- Someone you love is near death or has died or and you need help with end-of-life planning or a service; you’re planning to marry, struggling in a relationship or contemplating divorce; you’re pregnant but wish you weren’t or are thrilled you are; you would like to have a child dedicated; you are undergoing a major transition in your life and feel the need to ritually recognize the threshold you are crossing.
- You or someone you know has questions about religion or Unitarian Universalism; you want to build your theology, deepen your spiritual life or are in spiritual crisis; you’re considering membership in the congregation or have already joined and are wondering how you can participate more fully in congregational life; you would like to share your talents and gifts as part of one of our groups, committees, or classes, or serve as a volunteer in some other way.
- You want to affirm something good going on in the congregation or would like to discuss a congregational issue that is troubling you; you have ideas about sermons or programs or have a project you would like to initiate; you’re mad at me or someone else and want to air your feelings and work it out; you’d just like to come sit with me and see what may open to us.
The point is: I am here to help, part of a larger circle of helpers. No one need feel alone or resourceless. So, cut out the “How to Get Help” memo below. Post it on your fridge, fold it into your wallet or purse, put the names and numbers into your mobile phone. And while you are at it, create a mobile phone entry for “ICE” (In Case of Emergency) and the phone number of your #1 go-to person. ICE is the entry that medical professionals will be looking for in your phone if you are ever in an accident or an ER and cannot speak for yourself. Put my number in there too under “My Minister.” If you or someone you love is ever seriously injured or hospitalized, call me and I will come immediately. I can help you navigate the chaos. Yes, ministers do that. A lot. And whenever you go to the hospital, consider letting me know. I’d be more than happy to come visit you there, send a card, chat on the phone, IM back and forth, help with a problem.
Finally, I urge all of you, no matter what your age and especially if you have children, to download and fill out our In Case of Emergency (ICE) / End of Life Planning form. Make copies for your family, doctor, lawyer and one for me. I keep them in a secure file in my office. The primary purpose of the document is to spur you to think about some tough issues and to plan ahead, and in doing so reduce the number of difficult decisions your loved ones will have to make if you were to be badly injured, very ill or dying. Meanwhile, my dear ones, live well, love much, and don’t hesitate to call,
As I mentioned in my opening words at my first post-return Sunday service on August 23rd, I begin my work with you again filled with gratitude: for six weeks of rest, recreation, re-creation, reading and preparation; for finding you all still here and percolating amiably along your own summer way; for the delightful spectacle of your faces and colors before me once again in our beautiful sanctuary; and for all your welcoming words and hands and hugs! At the end of our closing hymn that Sunday, I looked up from my hymnal to find all eyes looking and many fingers pointing to two very young fawns grazing in the yard near the old playground, curious and unperturbed, their big ears cocked towards our song. Our topic that morning was “Why I Come to Church.” The presence of the fawns underscored one common reason: we create together a safe, peaceful and welcoming space for all; humans, flora and fawn-a.
One major portion of my study leave activities is the preparation of our worship calendar. I review the previous year’s Orders of Service (OOS); look at special anniversaries, events and holy days coming up in the year ahead; study emerging issues of the day and our Association’s Congregational Study Action Issues (CSAI); think about you and what you as individuals and a community might like and/or need to consider together; discern what I am curious or confused about as a growing individual and as your minister. Out of that process emerges a draft calendar that I then circulate to Worship Associates (WA) and musicians and a number of lay leaders for feedback. More than half of our services during the 2014-15 congregational year were focused on social justice issues: climate change, Black Lives Matter, Moral Monday, escalating inequality, reproductive rights, the reinvention of gender, the disintegration of our democratic process, rights of indigenous people. It was a tough year in America and our services, in response, were tough, demanding calls to action. This year’s calendar gives us more places to rest and restore: in the fall three services on the night sky; in the spring three services on the natural world; and in the course of the year a number of services about the challenges of being human. The hundred people who collaborate to bring you Sunday morning worship experiences hope you find your lives enriched by your participation.
The WAs and I made a number of adjustments to the OOS last year to help to stabilize the length of our services. Since I arrived at UUFSB in 2010, my goal for service length has been between 60 and 75 minutes. A service should never last more than an hour and a quarter, but sometimes they have. We’ve reduced Announcements, eliminated offering instructions, shortened the Welcome, and tightened transitions between service elements, among other strategies. This year we will be experimenting with other changes: reducing repeating verbal announcements, eliminating lyrics in the OOS (this because of copyright law), shortening the Sermon and Opening Words and possibly reconfiguring the Prelude-Offertory-Postlude pattern that an Interim Minister put in place after Rev. Kate Lehman retired. This coming spring you will be asked to respond to a survey regarding how well we are meeting our goals for Sunday morning worship (see my 4/29 “Letter from Nearby” for a list of those goals).
Don’t miss the Homecoming Service and Potluck Barbecue (9/13)!
I’ll see you there or sooner,
It’s my birthday. Today I start the 60th year of my life. I am celebrating on Cape Cod where I celebrated nearly all my childhood birthdays except the actual day I was born. Here I am with my parents within weeks of that day. We lived at that time in a cabin in an apple orchard in Roanoke County, VA.
Birthdays here in Brewster always involved my father’s-side cousins, my Aunt Margie and Uncle Andy, my parents and little sister, of course, and my best summer friends in Brewster Park where our little cottages sit. Early in my life, my Grammy was there also, my Grammy the cake-maker. Her specialty was angel food cake with a burnt sugar icing, decorated at the base of the cake with fresh cut flowers from the little cottage garden she tended outside the kitchen door. Here are my dad’s parents, Pearl Ann (Allen) and Emanuel Alexander Goldenweiser, standing in the back of the big cottage in the 40’s. There were two buildings on the 0.3 acre lot: this three-bedroom cottage and a multiple-car garage that my grandparents are facing in this picture. That garage was later converted into a one-bedroom cottage for our family. That’s the one I stay in when I come up.
Another important birthday tradition in my early years was the birthday picture, taken always on the stairs that ascend to the second floor of the big cottage. I remember how hard it was to organize my long legs and big feet into something that might pass for a “ladylike” pose. These days my sister and I rent this cottage out all summer in order to be able to afford the expense of taxes and maintenance on the property.
I made a German’s Chocolate Cake for my birthday dinner and decorated it with flowers from my grandmother’s garden. As I do my daily portion of the work of research, study, reading, and planning that it takes to organize the coming year of ministry, I sit in the very same chair my dad used as he prepared for a new year of college teaching. I am so lucky to have such a nourishing place to retreat to when I am away from you on vacation and study leave. Here I feel grounded in the effort and love of generations.
I’ll see you all soon,