Our theme this year is Tell Out My Soul, it focuses on the stories we tell and the ways we are called to share our words, our actions, our love, and our joy with the world.   2026 pledge cards have been sent.  The goal is to collect all pledge cards by Sunday, December 7 for our ingathering.  We’ve added an option this year to submit your pledge card electronically.  If you did not receive the email from stmartin@stmartinschurch.org please contact the church office at 636-2

Beloved Members of St. Martin’s, This time of year, even if you are a city dweller, thoughts turn to the change of seasons, and to the idea of harvest. Autumn produce and the scents and spices associated with them, especially apples and pumpkins—are ubiquitous. The last few years, anything and everything that could be “pumpkin spiced” has been—including, I regret to say, Kraft macaroni and cheese (no, baby, no!). This once again reminds us that just because you CAN do someth

Beloved Members of St. Martin’s, We do not think of trees as newsworthy, perhaps because they are organisms that are rooted in place. It’s not correct to say they don’t move—if you’ve ever seen quaking aspens, or the maple trees in my childhood front yard the time a tornado flew over our house and landed the next block over, you’d know better. But it is true that trees generally occupy one locale. That is why some trees become iconic, even symbolic, to a certain place or time

Beloved Members of St. Martin’s, In Fishlake National Forest in Utah, in the south-central part of the state, there lives one of the oldest and largest organisms on Earth. It covers more than 106 acres, and is estimated to weigh 13 million pounds. It is also 80,000 years old, born in the Pleistocene epoch, during the last Ice Age. It has been alive for half the time that homo sapiens has roamed the planet. He (for he is male) is a colony of Quaking Aspen that has been named

At 2:50 am on September 23, Autumn officially began in the western hemisphere. Most people call this season “Fall” for a very practical reason—the leaves begin to fall from the trees. Our trees have been dedicating themselves to this for a couple of weeks already, even though the show of autumn colors in their leaves has barely begun. It is at this time of year I think about forest stories and poems, as we anticipate the burst of color that is about to breakout around us and