For most of us, 2020 is a year we are willing to readily put behind us. Before we welcome 2021, we wanted to dwell for a few minutes in this year we weathered together.
For sticking with us through the trials of this year, we are grateful.
For the trials and joys we each weathered, we thank God.
For the dear people who birthed this church and for the people who help it continue to grow, we give thanks.
By our virtual members, who found us from afar and allow the light of this community to shine beyond Boulder County, we are blessed.
2020: A Look Back In Pictures
If you have a minute, join us in a look back at our church over the last year:
A Poetic Happy New Year
You know your pastoral team loves a good poem. We’d like to ring out 2020 and ring in 2021 with these wild words.
In Memoriam, [Ring out, wild bells]
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.
Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.
Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes
But ring the fuller minstrel in.
Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.
Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Happy New Year, Left Handers! Thanks for shining brightly with us, on the darkest of days and the brightest of ones. In the familiar words of Dag Hammarskjold:
“Night is drawing nigh. For all that has been, thanks. For all that shall be, yes.”