Morganville United Church of Christ

01/25/2026

There will be no worship service on Sunday, January 25 due to the forecasted inclement weather. Stay safe and warm!

12/02/2025

12/01/2025

Christmas hymn sing, 3:00 pm, Saturday, December 20. All are welcome. Soup and dessert supper to follow. A free-will offering will be taken to benefit our adopted Christmas family. Great opportunity to bring a friend or neighbor to share some Christmas cheer.

12/01/2025

Christmas Hymn Sing, 3:00 pm, Saturday, December 20. All are welcome. Soup and dessert supper to follow. A free will offering will be taken to benefit our adopted Christmas family. Great opportunity to bring a friend or neighbor and share some Christmas cheer.

12/22/2022

Due to the forecasted blizzard, our Christmas Eve service is canceled.

12/06/2022

Our Christmas Hymn Sing held Dec.4. Wonderful soup and desserts after. Big thanks to Carin Wade and her daughter, Avery, for leading us in song.

07/08/2021

Mystery or certainty?

Which one would you want:
certainty or mystery?

The question catches me off guard.

Certainty, I want to say. The absolute answer. Tell me why they died. Tell me why You didn’t heal them. Tell me where they are now. Tell me what comes next.

But in the instant I am answering, I am changing my mind. I am bumping up against the shallow bottom of certainty. I am realizing answers would never be enough.

Mystery is what we were made for. Where we came from and where we are going. Depths beyond definition, layers beyond layers, love opening and unfolding into more, birthing new beyond all telling.

Mystery is endless, eternal, infinite enough for ever and everyone.

Oh, how I wanted certainty, I did. I chased it long and hard, worn out ragged and breathless. I prayed and I cursed and I shook my fists so hard at the heavens I was convinced clarity would pour down like rain.

But mystery showed up, silent and steady, strong and gentle. Setting aside my quest for certainty. Showing me another Way.

Mystery was what first breathed life into lungs—mine, yours, theirs—and mystery will lead all us all beyond this, turning tensions into truth strong enough to hold.

Certainties will crumble, I hate to admit. But mystery will last and last, never exhausted, ever renewing.

I want that, I can say now.

I want that.