Sunday, October 18, 2009

In the church. Before worship service coffe hour. I met with Paul. He told me he planned to create a coat of arms of the Hungarian Church and to take part on a next trip to Hungary in the spring with Cecilia. Camille took part on a meeting. I greeted Marilyn Harlin.

Sermon: Rev. Preston Moore Minister in Residence: What's Justice Got to Do With It? Enews: What is the place of justice in our firmament of spiritual values? Does justice mean the same thing to a religious person that it means to everyone else? Come consider the difference it makes when justice gets religion.


12:45 Downtown UU History Tour. PROGRAM GUIDE: This fun and informative walking tour will cover our church's history from our pioneer beginnings in 1866 to the present. We'll start the tour in and around our church buildings, stroll through the Park Blocks and into Downtown to visit sites important to our church's story. You'll learn about our early leaders and important milestones in our long history here in Portland. This tour is wheelchair accessible and is held rain or shine. Facilitator: Kate Brickey - is a First Church member and a long-time volunteer with Urban Tour Group.

8 persons took part in this program. Maryann was there too, as a "steward". I was talking to her before the program started. A woman asked me in Hungarian: "Hogy vagy?" (How are you?), and counted to ten. We visited the sanctuary. Kate explained the symbolism of the decorations, the history of the organ. Then we walked over to the old sanctuary and stopped at the pictures of ministers, where she told their brief story, work and importance in the community's life. Most famous is the first one: T.S. Eliot. He initiated and contributed to the founding of numerous institutions (library, college) and buildings. Afterwards we took a walk around the church. From her suitcase Kate took out drawings, plans, pictures. On one of them the inscription on the spire decoration reads: "Man goeth where the wind bloeth." We took a walk around downtown.

On my way home on the MAX I was sitting by a young guy. He was talking to me all the way. He wished to be a writer and explained what he thought the ideal novelist should be like. When I left him he thanked me for listening.

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