December 19, 2025

HTML Teresa's Note – December 19, 2025
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Dear friends and members of University UMC:


Earlier this week, I attended my child’s piano recital. It’s always a special time, and I especially enjoy hearing the newest students play their pieces. Some of them are so young their feet don’t even touch the ground when they sit at the piano bench. But one of the newer students at this recent recital was an adult. She was, by far, the oldest of the performers. All the others were high school or younger. I told her she was an inspiration. 


Often, we see children taking on a hobby or exercising a new talent. Yet here she was in what I imagined a posture of humility, performing with piano students far younger than she. This woman’s spouse beamed with pride in the back of the room. As she played, he recorded her from his iPhone while their three children did what little children do. One was crawling on the pew. Another was drawing on the church’s registration pad. The youngest was less than a year old, the father cradling the baby in his lap with one arm while filming with the other. For a variety of reasons, I was already feeling a bit overwhelmed with emotion. Seeing the arc of my own child’s progress. Sitting in not just any room, but a sanctuary for the recital. Hearing music that yearned for a day of true peace and joy. And then, taking in the amazement of this woman who— with joy and discipline—embraced a new hobby. One of the pieces she played was Brahms’ lullaby. As she played, I imagined her playing piano at home and singing to her children. And I thought about Mary. Mary must have sung, too, to her children. 


Here, on the heels of Christmas, there is music all around us. Holiday songs play on the radio, filling us with cheer. My favorite music of all is found in the sanctuary. In the Gospel of Luke, several songs appear. This Sunday, I’ll be preaching about the song Zechariah sings praising God and telling of his son John the Baptist, who will prepare the way for Jesus. The Sunday after Christmas, Pastor Earl will preach on Simeon’s song of praise at the presentation of Jesus in the temple from Luke 2:22-35. And, of course, in Luke’s Gospel, there is the most amazing song of all—the one Mary sings before she ever gives birth to Jesus. We know it as The Magnificat. It is a powerful song telling of God’s unwavering commitment to the way of justice and peace. Below, I leave you with a few modern-day adaptations of The Magnificat. One is written by Rev. M Barclay and another is by Rev. Maren Tirabassi. There’s also a creative video by SALT, an award-winning, not-for-profit production company dedicated to the craft of visual storytelling.


As I shared in last week’s note, this will be my last Friday Note for 2025. May you, and those you love best, have a very Merry Christmas. I will see you here in the New Year with the first Friday Note of 2026 on January 9. And I hope to see you before then if you are in town for one of our Christmas Eve services. See information below about those services and our special “Longest Night” service this Saturday evening.


What a joy to be your pastor!

Teresa

The Magnificat

by Rev. M Barclay, co-founder of enfleshed

My soul is alive with thoughts of God.

What a wonder, Their liberating works.

Though the world has been harsh to me,

God has shown me kindness, seen my worth,

and called me to courage.

Surely, those who come after me will call me blessed.

Even when my heart weighs heavy with grief,

still, so does hope abide with me.

Holy is the One who makes it so.

From generation to generation,

Love’s Mercy is freely handed out;

none are beyond the borders of

God’s transforming compassion.

The power of God is revealed

among those who labor for justice.

They humble the arrogant.

They turn unjust thrones into dust.

Their Wisdom is revealed in

the lives and truths of those on the margins.

God is a feast for the hungry.

God is the great redistributor of wealth and resources.

God is the ceasing of excessive and destructive production

that all the earth might rest.

Through exiles and enslavement,

famines and wars,

hurricanes and gun violence,

God is a companion in loss,

a deliverer from evil,

a lover whose touch restores.

This is the promise They made

to my ancestors,

to me,

to all the creatures and creations,

now and yet coming,

and in this promise,

I find my strength.

Come, Great Healer,

and be with us.

Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe

by Maren Tirabassi

"¿No estoy yo aquí que soy tu madre?"
("Am I not here, I who am your mother?")


You teach every one of us
to find and gather the roses in life,
even those surrounded
by the sharpest of thorns,


you ask us to carry them to others
in the tilma that keeps us warm,
and only when we let the roses go
do we find your image
is there,
or has always been there,


the face of the traveler,
of those who fear the footsteps of ICE,
the face of one who will not have
medical care for the healing
of an illness or birth of a child,
the one who is called "garbage,"
the one who is trans
of all the genders
those in power try to define


and know that you speak
not the phrases of those with that power,
that twist and change every day,
but words we all can know,


to tell us to build a church here
where we are.

Coming Up at UUMC


The Longest Night Service

December 20 @ 7 pm


The Longest Night service is a reflective time when we will hold sacred space for any who are experiencing a difficult time, or for whom the Christmas Season can spark memories of grief or loss. For all who struggle against the darkness, we will sing meditative and peaceful music, including some Taizé selections. Join us in the chapel at 7pm for this special service.



Christmas Eve Services

December 24 @ 3, 5:30 & 10:30 pm



We have services on 12/24 at 3pm, 5:30 pm and 10:30pm. The 3pm includes a fun “pop up” pageant for the children. All services include candlelight and communion. Find more information on our website.

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