Sunday, February 22, 2026

Now the Green Blade Riseth – UMH 311

Now the green blade riseth, from the buried grain,

Wheat that in dark earth many days has lain;

Love lives again, that with the dead has been:

Love is come again like wheat that springeth green.

In the grave they laid Him, Love who had been slain,

Thinking that He never would awake again,

Laid in the earth like grain that sleeps unseen:

Love is come again like wheat that springeth green.

Forth He came at Easter, like the risen grain,

Jesus who for three days in the grave had lain;

Quick from the dead the risen One is seen:

Love is come again like wheat that springeth green.

When our hearts are wintry, grieving, or in pain,

Jesus' touch can call us back to life again,

Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been:

Love is come again like wheat that springeth green.

J.M.C. Crum

Saturday, February 21, 2026

Here I am, Lord

“I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?” And I said, “Here am I; send me!” – Isaiah 6:8

Alex and Paul were driving along the interstate from Fort Wayne, Indiana, to Chicago on Thanksgiving morning when their car broke down. One phone call later, they and their car were towed into a service station near Gary, Indiana.

What to do? Alex had been the choir director at a United Methodist Church in central Indiana and knew that the minister from that church was now leading the congregation at Portage United Methodist Church which was not far from where they landed.

He called the minister who was out of town for the holiday, but he told Alex he’d make some calls and see what he could do to help.

The minister’s next call was to Kris Bailey, the mother of my son-in-law and an active member of the Portage church. Could she help? Absolutely, she said. They can have Thanksgiving dinner with us — then I’ll drive them back to Fort Wayne (a 2½ hour drive!).

Shortly thereafter, Kris was en route to retrieve Alex and Paul, and they were soon part of our family’s Thanksgiving gathering. The 15 people around the table that day included our daughter (Emily), my son-in-law, my son-in-law’s cousin, wife, and brother-in-law from Indianapolis, his sister and her family, a friend of Kris who had recently had back surgery, and me and Bob. It was a gaggle to be sure!

And, amazingly, everyone not only got along, but we ended up inviting Alex and Paul to return next year!

There were so many lessons that day, but the one I take away the most is Kris’ generous spirit. She does not hesitate when asked to take on a task. She is definitely no push-over, but, when help is needed, she is a helper. She is a “yes” person. A devout Methodist, she stretches to support her family, her community, her world. She said yes, even though she didn’t know these men and couldn’t possibly have known how their presence would affect our holiday meal. Someone needed help, and she was ready to provide.

Making excuses is so easy: It’s too far. I’m too tired. I don’t like that person. I don’t want to know that person. I have too much on my plate. It’s too hard. It will take too much time, etc., etc., etc.

Saying yes when you don’t know the consequences of your response can be frightening. But stepping out in faith is surely what’s required of all of us who believe in Jesus and his message.

Prayer: Here I am, Lord. Please use me to your will. I know that all things are possible with your love and guidance. I am ready to serve

Joan Richardson

Friday, February 20, 2026

Held and Becoming

"Be still and know that I am God." – Psalms 46:10
"He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion." – Philippians 1:6

This morning, many of us awakened to begin a new day carrying more than anyone can see. We carry responsibilities, worries, unanswered prayers, grief, hope, exhaustion, joy, and sometimes all of it at once. We are a congregation that loves deeply, and gives generously, yet sometimes forgets to rest in the truth that we are already held by God.

God does not love us for what we accomplish. He loves us because we are His. Before we fix anything, before we serve anyone, before we prove ourselves worthy, God tells us to, "Be still" – not because He wants us passive, but because He wants us to remember who is really in control.

Stillness is not weakness. Stillness is trust.

And here's the beautiful truth: We are not finished products. God is still working. Still shaping. Still healing. Still restoring.

The places in your life that feel incomplete or broken are not evidence of failure, they are evidence of ongoing grace.

Some of us need permission today to stop striving. Some of us need reassurance that our prayers are not wasted. Some of us need to hear that God is not disappointed in us. He is patient, faithful, and near.

You are allowed to exhale.
You are allowed to rest.

You are allowed to trust that God is doing far more than you can see.

Prayer: Heavenly Father, Thank you for meeting us right where we are – not where we think we should be. Teach us to be still in a world that demands constant motion. Remind us that you are faithful to complete the work you began in us. Help us release what we cannot control and trust you with what we cannot see. Strengthen our hearts, quiet our fears, and renew our spirits as we walk forward together. We ask these things in your precious name. Amen.

Cindy Rolka

Thursday, February 19, 2026

Beautiful Melodies

Read: Psalm 96:1-3

I have been playing the euphonium for over 30 years. I especially enjoy playing at church during Praise Band rehearsals Wednesday evenings, and during Service Sunday mornings while stationed at Fort Bliss, Texas with the Army Reserves. It is almost like praying with my fingers. But every couple weeks or so, no matter how much I tune them, the notes begin to sound tired and flat. Then I must do one of my least favorite tasks: adjust the tuning slide. I slowly unwind and continuously pull in and push out the slide until the instrument is properly tuned. It’s a lot of trouble, but even the plainest melody rings with beauty.

I have discovered that sometimes God works in me the same way. When my life has gotten out of tune, God sits me down and starts adjusting my slide. God unwinds my attitudes and goals that have a selfish sharp sound and gently leads me to repentance. Next, God adjusts the slide, tuning the instrument until the grace notes of Jesus Christ can be heard again in my heart. When the Great Musician sits down to play the beautiful melodies of life in me again — oh, what joy!

Ben DeWitt

Ash Wednesday - February 18, 2026

Thanksgiving Over the Ashes

Almighty God, you have created us out of the dust of the Earth. Grant that these ashes may be to us a sign of our mortality and penitence, so that we may remember that only by your gracious gift are we given everlasting life; through Jesus Christ our Savior. Amen. – UM Book of Worship, p. 323

Today is Ash Wednesday. Today we begin a journey of faith. Today we mark ourselves as mortal beings, through the imposition of ashes. Today Lenten fasts begin for those who commit to such faith practices. Today we begin a season of carving a little more time for God in our lives, intentionally renewing or adding new spiritual disciplines. Today is a Wednesday that is different from all other Wednesdays. Today is Ash Wednesday.

What will this year’s Lent journey mean for you? How might you be a little more open in this season to seeing and hearing God’s call upon your life? This season presents an opportunity to live your faith in a more intentional manner. Set aside time for daily prayer and scripture reading. Make worship a priority as you plan your week. Be willing to serve and volunteer your time to help the neighbors around you. Lent is a season where the church invites you to go deeper in your faith so that you may get to know more of Jesus and his way. Don’t let this opportunity pass you by. God is waiting to walk this holy journey with you…

Prayer: Everlasting God, because of your tender mercy toward all people, you sent your Son, our Savior Jesus Christ, to take upon himself our flesh, and to suffer death upon a cross, that all should follow the example of his great humility. Mercifully grant that we may follow the example of his patience and also be made partakers of his resurrection; through the same Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. (#335 The United Methodist Book of Worship)

Rev. David Eardley

Lent 2026 - Introduction

Welcome back to Lent! As always, it has been my honor and joy to edit this book (my 28th as editor and 29th as a contributor!); and as you generally do, you came through for me – and for each other! Not only did I have enough devotions to cover the forty days, I could cover nearly every Sunday with original devotions as well!

Once again we have devotions from some new writers and new members, and a bunch from many of our long-time stalwarts. We are blessed to have so many of you share your thoughts, time, insights, and witness with your church family as we make our slow but sure Lenten journey toward the glory that is Easter.

It was exciting to see themes emerge as I collected and arranged your contributions. This year there was a lot of meditation on Gratitude; on Neighbors, Outreach, and Service; and on Dogs – that sounds like us, doesn’t it? And as we’ve recently finished Shelter Week, that middle theme is more than fitting.

Think of it: the Holy Spirit has led us to share thoughts and stories to encourage us all to live and love like Jesus: not just in the church building, not just in our congregation, but out in the wide world – where His Love, Grace, and Joy are needed (as always) more than ever. As St. Francis of Assisi said: “Preach the Gospel at all times. When necessary, use words.”

The only other thing I could have wished for would be that He would have led you all to write your devotions a bit earlier. I’m used to a last-minute spate of submissions, but this year I was basically done laying out the book when you flooded me with more.

I know it’s bad form to complain about abundance, and so I won’t – I did manage to move things around and drop some hymns that were covering our open Sundays, making for a nearly all original book again this year. Thank you. I know most of us don’t write often, and for that reason we think we can’t. Let me tell you, you are wrong about that! I’ve had a wonderful time reading, transcribing, and organizing your writings, so don’t stop.

Now, as we have each year since reviving this Lenten tradition, we repeat the introduction from our congregation's first book of devotions, published in 1974:

Keeping a true Lent requires us to be vigilant in many ways: in prayer, study, worship, sacrifice, giving, meditation, and fellowship.

One or all may take precedence, depending upon our daily commitments.

From these devotions, lovingly prepared, may you find a well spring of faith to renew and sustain you, so that the Glorious Triumph that is Easter will remain with you always.

The Lenten Committee

Again, we can but say, “Amen.”

Charlie van Becelaere, Editor

Easter Sunday, April 20, 2025 (from Easter Sunday, April 23, 2000)

Seeing More Than Just the Gardener

Read: John 20:1-18

There are some things that you have to do alone. No one else can do them for you.
Your birth is your own.

You must breathe for yourself, eat for yourself, and sleep for yourself. And, in all honesty, you must die an earthly death for yourself. If you have faith or not – well, you have to answer that for yourself, too.

Consider, then, the individual and somewhat solitary encounters with the Resurrection that the Gospel of John records. This Gospel tells us that Mary came to the tomb alone. In fact, she came to the tomb while it was still dark. Finding the stone rolled back and the grave empty, she ran to tell the others. Peter and the "Beloved Disciple" started running together, but they reached the tomb separately.
Alone each one looked at the grave. Each one entered alone – saw alone – believed alone.

Mary stayed at the empty tomb and heard with her own ears the words, "Woman, why are you weeping? Whom do you seek?" Thinking that it was only the gardener, she said, "Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have laid him, and I will take him away." Then Jesus called her by name: "Mary," he said.

Sometimes I wish that the Lord would call me by name on Easter morning. And so do many others.
The woman who is a widow, who weeps alone; the one who is in prison alone; the one who bears sickness alone; the orphan who is left alone; the many Thomases who doubt alone. 

Today we celebrate new life: Especially life that cannot be shut up in a tomb. Today we celebrate together with those like us who find the merger in their own existence with the living Lord.
Today we begin a new story – our story.

Frederick Buechner writes:

"It is precisely at such times as this that Jesus is apt to come, into the midst of life at its most real and inescapable time: At suppertime, or walking along a road. This is the element that all the stories about Christ's return to life have in common. Mary waiting at the empty tomb and suddenly turning around to see somebody standing there – someone she thought at first was the gardener.
He never approached from on high, but always in the midst, in the midst of real people, in the midst of real life and the questions that real life asks. Sacred moments of miracle, are often the everyday moments, the moments which, if we do not look with more than our eyes, or listen with more than our ears, reveals only the gardener."

The whole church of Christ is singing of new life on Easter. So in the midst of Easter morning, we too, look and expect to see the miracle of the living Lord. 

Today we join our voices and our hearts and celebrate the reality that we, too, have seen the Lord!

Rev. Robert D. Wright

Holy Saturday, April 19, 2025 (from Easter Sunday, April 14, 1974)

The Gift of Joy and Life

Read: Matthew 28:1-10

“It began to dawn toward the first day of the week.” – Matthew 28:1

The fragment of the first verse of the 28th chapter of Matthew carries a prophetic truth that comes to us as a thin ray of light against a dark background. These who are making their early morning journey are coming burdened down with the weight of death and dying. In their hands are baskets filled with winding cloths and ointments. In their hearts are carried the defeat and fear of Good Friday's awful event. It is in darkness that they moved toward this painful morning.

So it is that many of us move toward the morning of resurrection. In the dark valley of painful crucifixion our lives are stripped of their glib and easy faiths; the idols of our casual and careless worship are cast down. With only the sense of doing our duty we move forward, but in that movement comes the upsurge of promise and hope.

So moved the women to the tomb of Christ. Their duty was disrupted; the body was not there. The appointment with death and the appointments of death are lost in the staggering affirmation “He is not here; He is risen!” Beyond the confounding emptiness they met Christ giving to them the gift of joy and life. This is the Easter gift, not isolated to a day or a season, but ours now and always.

Prayer: Lord of life, we thank you for the glorious truth and the experience of the resurrection. Raise us to joy and love so that people meeting us on the highway of our lives will see Jesus in us and through us. Amen.

Thought for the day: Easter's gift of life is not for one day or one season, but for all days and forever.

Rev. Perry A. Thomas