It’s been said that great ministers and great congregations create one another. This seems true at ERUUF. This Fellowship had been a steady presence in Durham and Chapel Hill since 1965-66, but after ERUUF’s first full time minister, the Rev. Arvid Straube, arrived in the early 1980’s, growth at ERUUF soared.
As the recent positive response to “Thirty Days of Love” this past winter showed us, Social Justice and Earth Justice are extremely important to most ERUUF members. In fact, for many, making a difference in the world is the main reason they come to the fellowship. But we know that all of us want our justice ministry to be the best it can be, so that together we can make a maximum impact in the world.
ERUUF's Multicultural Team is sponsoring a film series in April. We will be watching three episodes of a documentary with a facilitated discussion after each one. From the press release for Race - The Power of an Illusion:
When to Call the Ministers
by Rev. Deborah Cayer
People sometimes wonder whether or not to call their minister. Times that you might want to do this are when you
ERUUF’s Multicultural Team is launching an intensive multi-week program called “Beloved Conversations” for an initial group of up to 20 ERUUFians. The hope is that this group will be the first of many over the next few years.
Answers to Questions You Haven’t Asked Yet About Stewardship
ERUUFians are skillful at posing questions. It’s part of our culture. We like answers, too. So here are a few answers about the stewardship campaign. You guess what the questions are:
1. The 2014-2015 Stewardship Drive starts on Sunday, Feb. 23 and concludes on Sunday, March 23.
Hundreds of UUs from around the country joined thousands of other Americans to converge on Raleigh on Saturday, February 8, for a huge non-partisan and non-violent protest against oppressive social and fiscal legislation enacted recently by the N.C. General Assembly.
Where Is the Light?
by Rev. Deborah Cayer
I looked up from my computer one early morning in mid-December and was stunned by the view. The last few brown oak leaves still clinging to the branches were glazed by the low angle of the sun to shining bronze; the massive tree trunks looked for a moment like antique silver. The light seemed almost tangible, as if perhaps it might have a very faint taste of something like citrus and honey.