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iSpirituality: Pros & Cons of DIY Religion, pt 1

On this MLK Sunday, I am beginning a sermon series I am titling iSpirituality: the Pros and Cons of Do It Yourself Religion. In the next few weeks, I wanted to discuss something I think is very crucial when it comes to the continual life of the mainline church. How to balance the natural American and human propensity to have our own religious approach to things and the need to join together in community. That is sort of the crux of the sermon series.
The Congregational church in Wendell empty and attempting to be renovated. The Baptist church in Orange now a yoga hall. A Unitarian church in Pelham a museum. A congregational church in East Pelham now a home. An Episcopal church now a pharmacy in Brattleboro.
These churches once possessed life. They once possessed a community that came together to sing and worship and live out the truths of their faith. Now, they are no more. 
So many other churches in the general area and across the country, especially New England, are barely hanging on. …
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"Let the same mind be in you that was in Christ Jesus, who, though he was in the form of God,
did not regard equality with God
as something to be exploited,

but emptied himself,
taking the form of a slave,
being born in human likeness.
And being found in human form,

he humbled himself
and became obedient to the point of death—
even death on a cross. Therefore God also highly exalted him
and gave him the name
that is above every name,

so that at the name of Jesus
every knee should bend,
in heaven and on earth and under the earth,

and every tongue should confess
that Jesus Christ is Lord,
to the glory of God the Father." - Philippians 2:5-11

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