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The Word was Made Flesh

The ancient Greeks, like us moderns, and maybe like people of every time and place, wondered about the universe....
Rev. Kristian Wold
December 23, 2018
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Whoever welcomes a child

“Let the little children come to me; do not stop them; for it is to such as these that the kingdom of God belongs.”...
Rev. Kristian Wold
November 14, 2018
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Living in God's Time

This past August Hope families were invited to participate in Family Camp at Kuriakos, at which I served as...
Rev. Kristian Wold
August 23, 2018
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A Woman's Life Restored: A Narrative Sermon

I lost everything, and then I gained back, and more. Let me tell you the story. I was once a married woman, with...
Rev. Kristian Wold
July 3, 2018
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From:  One of the seniors present at Seniors' Wind-Up

“Getting to know you” – getting to know all about you – was  somehow hanging in the air, as we admired God given...
June 28, 2018
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Leaders Who Don't Remember the Glory Days

“You give us hope for the future.” The first time I heard those words, I was 23 years old and in seminary. A group...
Rev. Kristian Wold
June 12, 2018
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Abiding in Right Relations

When I moved to Cochrane in 2013 I was eager to get to know my new community, its history and culture. It was...
Rev. Kristian Wold
May 28, 2018
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The Hospitality of Holidays

On my office door is a reproduction of a famous icon by Andrei Rublev called the Hospitality of Abraham. It depicts...
Rev. Kristian Wold
May 28, 2018
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Abiding in Right Relations

Abiding in Right Relations a sermon for the 6th Sunday of Easter by Anne Harding God our Creator, open our hearts...
Rev. Kristian Wold
May 8, 2018

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