On Sunday, we gathered around the table. No sermon. Just silence, readings, and presence.
And in that space, a few names rose—held not just in words, but in care.
We prayed for Mawce, standing on the edge of what’s next. They’ll attend Emerson College in Boston this fall. The road to college is both exciting and overwhelming—and they won’t walk it alone.
We prayed for Mike, Joan’s neighbor, who faces brain surgery this week. As he prepares for what’s ahead, we carry him in our thoughts and hope for steady hands and full healing.
We prayed for Bren, who shared that this was her final Sunday at St. Paul’s. She’s moving to Ohio soon, and we send her with deep gratitude for the time shared in this community.
We prayed for Kami and Blair, named by Rev. Elizabeth. No details needed—just the kind of prayer that comes from paying attention to people you love.
Some names were spoken. Others remained quiet.
We hold them all, trusting that naming is its own kind of care.
