Category: Sarah Boyette

It’s the Season for Connection

While the pandemic and pastoral changes are both seasons of transition, neither has slowed down the work of God at FUMC Hurst. We’ve increased our creativity and worked to strengthen our connections.

New Nametag, Same Sarah

See what’s new on this nametag? “Not really,” she replied, kindly, and with a giggle. I looked down. I was wearing the wrong nametag. My nametag didn’t have those three special letters, “Rev.” on it.

We Are Called to Listen

Then a cloud overshadowed them, and from the cloud there came a voice, “This is my Son, the Beloved; listen to him!” Mark 9:7 Especially in this pandemic, many of us are starved for human connection. We are isolated and frustrated, so when human connections do happen, they are so precious that we don’t want…

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Ashes and Sackcloth and the Hope of Lent

In the Bible, those who are in mourning, those who are repenting, those who are lamenting, wear sackcloth and ashes…I’ve never worn sackcloth, but as we begin looking toward Lent, ashes keep returning to my mind.

Peace in the Kitchen

In some ways, celebrating Christmas this year will be like the very first Christmas. There’s no precedent for how to celebrate in COVID quarantine. But we’ll use the space and tools we have available to welcome in the celebration of Christ’s birth.

Inside Out Church

I remember we often had Inside Out Day. On that day, you were supposed to wear your clothes inside out. I participated with glee, and I remember sitting in class, marveling at how different my clothes looked when I was wearing them inside out.

What A Breath of Solitude Has Taught Me

I often feel like I am on a hamster wheel of productivity and accomplishment. My body knows that. My heart, however, craves stopping and listening. In recognizing my time alone as precious and rare, I had doubled my expectations for myself. I didn’t want to waste a second, so I was reading as fast as I could and taking as many notes as I could. But when I paused and flipped back through the notes I had taken, they all seemed to be pointing in the same direction.