Christ, The Lord, Is Risen Today!
"CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day," Sons of men and angels say!
Raise your joys and triumphs high: Sing, ye heavens; thou earth, reply.
Love's redeeming work is done; Fought the fight, the battle won:
Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er, Lo! he sets in blood no more!
Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Christ hath burst the gates of hell:
Death in vain forbids his rise, Christ hath opened Paradise.
Lives again our glorious King! Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Once he died our souls to save; Where's thy victory, boasting grave
Soar we now where Christ hath led, Following our exalted Head:
Made like him, like him we rise, Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
King of glory! Soul of bliss! Everlasting life is this,
Thee to know, thy power to prove, Thus to sing, and thus to love.
Charles Wesley (from 1739)
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
April 23, 2011
Everyday Signs Often Go Unnoticed
Read: Psalm 23 and 121
As most of you know, (and I won’t deny it), I am a car guy. I take a lot of heat for that most of the time. Pretty much everyone dismisses my car “selections” as extreme, or extraordinary – not very realistic. Everyone except my Aunt Martha. I was Martha’s “car guy.” She told me so. I shared special times with her in all her vehicles. Let me tell you the first car I remember her having, a new 1969 Oldsmobile Cutlass – I remember my father going to get it after an accident Martha had with it. No one was hurt but the car was totaled, as I recall. My father had towed it back to our house where it sat in the backyard, next to the garage, I believe waiting for the insurance adjuster to make a final ruling on it. I played in that car as a kid. It was kind-of like the movie “Chitty, Chitty, Bang, Bang.” Remember from the movie the kids playing in the wrecked car? Maybe, just maybe – this is where my interest in cars took root.
After the Cutlass was a used 1970 blue Mustang not the “sporty Mustang Mach 1” (which would have been my choice), but the Mustang “Ghia” - what I will call the “pampered” edition – with a full vinyl top no less – which to say the least was somewhat unique. As was Martha. Next up was the brand new 1974 Oldsmobile Cutlass coupe. Baby blue with a white landau vinyl top, her Cutlass had white buckets seats with a really neat automatic floor console shift.
There were lots more after that, but here’s where I’m going with all of this. Martha had all of these, what I will call “close hits.” I finally got my chance for full input in 1998. I was now her car guy, officially. I knew what she deserved, but would never have picked out for herself. She was too humble – me, unfortunately, “Not-so-much.”
Martha thought she might like a Buick. “I’ve never had a Buick,” she said to me. Keep in mind Martha was only after transportation at this point in her life. But her “car guy” knew what he wanted for her. What she deserved. She had not seen anything she was interested in. I said to her “Over there, that’s the one you want,” pointing to the Regal GS. She immediately said no – I don’t need anything like that. I was insistent. I said, “Yes – Yes, that’s the one you want.” Now Martha at this point in her life was somewhat unstable with her walking. But, picture this, I made her walk to the other side of the lot, and then climb – yes climb up onto these cement blocks holding this Regal GS. Once we got up there I remember her gasping and saying she can’t believe she climbed up here, but there we were, peering into the side windows like little kids. Gray leather cushy seats, console and bucket seats in the front with the automatic floor shift. All the bells and whistles except for a sunroof – she was adamant it not have a sunroof. So here we are, I said Martha this is your car – it has everything on it and the only thing it’s missing is a sunroof. It’s like it’s meant to be! And I truly believe it was. Martha, not so much . . .
Now here’s what came to me early one Wednesday morning. I knew I had to share with you, so I wrote myself a note. I know Martha secretly loved that car – it took both of us, but we finally hit the mark with the Regal GS. In retrospect, it actually carries a very special message to the rest of us about Martha – A sign, I believe. Who possibly could have known? I certainly never put it together. The “GS” in Regal GS stands for “Gran Sport”
My Aunt Martha was a “Gran Sport.” With everything medical she had to deal with since the age of four, she was a “Gran Sport.” The way Martha approached life – and the special challenges in her life – she truly and indeed was a “Gran Sport.”
Thanks be to God for my Aunt Martha – the comfort I find in her life, and in her Buick. We should all go through life facing all the everyday challenges like Martha did – by being “Gran Sports.”
Bill Kremer
Read: Psalm 23 and 121
As most of you know, (and I won’t deny it), I am a car guy. I take a lot of heat for that most of the time. Pretty much everyone dismisses my car “selections” as extreme, or extraordinary – not very realistic. Everyone except my Aunt Martha. I was Martha’s “car guy.” She told me so. I shared special times with her in all her vehicles. Let me tell you the first car I remember her having, a new 1969 Oldsmobile Cutlass – I remember my father going to get it after an accident Martha had with it. No one was hurt but the car was totaled, as I recall. My father had towed it back to our house where it sat in the backyard, next to the garage, I believe waiting for the insurance adjuster to make a final ruling on it. I played in that car as a kid. It was kind-of like the movie “Chitty, Chitty, Bang, Bang.” Remember from the movie the kids playing in the wrecked car? Maybe, just maybe – this is where my interest in cars took root.
After the Cutlass was a used 1970 blue Mustang not the “sporty Mustang Mach 1” (which would have been my choice), but the Mustang “Ghia” - what I will call the “pampered” edition – with a full vinyl top no less – which to say the least was somewhat unique. As was Martha. Next up was the brand new 1974 Oldsmobile Cutlass coupe. Baby blue with a white landau vinyl top, her Cutlass had white buckets seats with a really neat automatic floor console shift.
There were lots more after that, but here’s where I’m going with all of this. Martha had all of these, what I will call “close hits.” I finally got my chance for full input in 1998. I was now her car guy, officially. I knew what she deserved, but would never have picked out for herself. She was too humble – me, unfortunately, “Not-so-much.”
Martha thought she might like a Buick. “I’ve never had a Buick,” she said to me. Keep in mind Martha was only after transportation at this point in her life. But her “car guy” knew what he wanted for her. What she deserved. She had not seen anything she was interested in. I said to her “Over there, that’s the one you want,” pointing to the Regal GS. She immediately said no – I don’t need anything like that. I was insistent. I said, “Yes – Yes, that’s the one you want.” Now Martha at this point in her life was somewhat unstable with her walking. But, picture this, I made her walk to the other side of the lot, and then climb – yes climb up onto these cement blocks holding this Regal GS. Once we got up there I remember her gasping and saying she can’t believe she climbed up here, but there we were, peering into the side windows like little kids. Gray leather cushy seats, console and bucket seats in the front with the automatic floor shift. All the bells and whistles except for a sunroof – she was adamant it not have a sunroof. So here we are, I said Martha this is your car – it has everything on it and the only thing it’s missing is a sunroof. It’s like it’s meant to be! And I truly believe it was. Martha, not so much . . .
Now here’s what came to me early one Wednesday morning. I knew I had to share with you, so I wrote myself a note. I know Martha secretly loved that car – it took both of us, but we finally hit the mark with the Regal GS. In retrospect, it actually carries a very special message to the rest of us about Martha – A sign, I believe. Who possibly could have known? I certainly never put it together. The “GS” in Regal GS stands for “Gran Sport”
My Aunt Martha was a “Gran Sport.” With everything medical she had to deal with since the age of four, she was a “Gran Sport.” The way Martha approached life – and the special challenges in her life – she truly and indeed was a “Gran Sport.”
Thanks be to God for my Aunt Martha – the comfort I find in her life, and in her Buick. We should all go through life facing all the everyday challenges like Martha did – by being “Gran Sports.”
Bill Kremer
Friday, April 22, 2011
Good Friday - April 22, 2011
O Love Divine, What Hast Thou Done
O Love divine, what has thou done!
The immortal God hath died for me!
The Father's coeternal Son
bore all my sins upon the tree.
Th' immortal God for me hath died:
My Lord, my Love, is crucified!
Is crucified for me and you,
to bring us rebels back to God.
Believe, believe the record true,
ye all are bought with Jesus' blood.
Pardon for all flows from his side:
My Lord, my Love, is crucified!
Behold him, all ye that pass by,
the bleeding Prince of life and peace!
Come, sinners, see your Savior die,
and say, "Was ever grief like his?"
Come, feel with me his blood applied:
My Lord, my Love, is crucified!
Charles Wesley
O Love divine, what has thou done!
The immortal God hath died for me!
The Father's coeternal Son
bore all my sins upon the tree.
Th' immortal God for me hath died:
My Lord, my Love, is crucified!
Is crucified for me and you,
to bring us rebels back to God.
Believe, believe the record true,
ye all are bought with Jesus' blood.
Pardon for all flows from his side:
My Lord, my Love, is crucified!
Behold him, all ye that pass by,
the bleeding Prince of life and peace!
Come, sinners, see your Savior die,
and say, "Was ever grief like his?"
Come, feel with me his blood applied:
My Lord, my Love, is crucified!
Charles Wesley
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Maundy Thursday - April 21, 2011
Bread and Wine
Read John 6:35-58; Hebrews 10:1-25
Bread of the world, in mercy brokenWine of the soul, in mercy shed,By whom the words of life were spoken,And in whose death our sins are dead. Bread of the World by Reginald Heber (UM Hymnal #624)
Communion. The Eucharist. The Mass. The Last Supper. The Passover.
What is it that happens when we participate in Communion? Are we commemorating the Last Supper? Are we looking forward to that Heavenly Feast? Are we celebrating a special closeness with the Lord Jesus? Yes, we are.
The elements, the bread and wine, are taken from the Passover meal celebrated by Jesus with His disciples before His Crucifixion. They are a part of the tradition of the Jews from the days of the Exodus down to our own day, and they truly foreshadowed the sacrifice Christ was to make for us. So when we take Communion, we take part in that long line of history; but that’s not the whole story!
“This is My Body” “This is My Blood” The ceremony, as completed by Jesus, not only took in the Passover, but the whole sacrificial system under which His people had been living since the days of Moses. Think what a devout Jew would have seen at the Temple: the sacrifice was literally a bloody affair. The blood of the sacrifice was sprinkled on the altar, and covered the sins of the people.
But what happens in Communion? The blood of Jesus doesn’t merely cover our sins, leaving us needing another dose later. The blood of Jesus cleanses us from our sins; and the word in the Bible is in a tense that lets us know that it not only has cleansed us, but it keeps on cleansing us of all unrighteousness.
What is it that happens when we participate in Communion? We celebrate the amazing Love of God for us; a Love expressed in the life, death, and resurrection of His Son, our Lord - Jesus Christ. Feed on Him, and know that in Him you are forgiven.
Prayer:
Heavenly Father, I come to You confidently in prayer, knowing I stand cleansed by the blood of Your Son, Jesus. In His name I ask that the Holy Spirit who indwells me will make me ever more aware of the fellowship I share, both with You and with other believers. Thank you for the sacrament, and for allowing me to share in it. Amen.
Thought for the Day: Too soon we rise; the symbols disappear;the feast, though not the love, is past and gone.The bread and wine remove; but thou art here,nearer than ever, still my shield and sun.
Charlie van Becelaere
Read John 6:35-58; Hebrews 10:1-25
Bread of the world, in mercy brokenWine of the soul, in mercy shed,By whom the words of life were spoken,And in whose death our sins are dead. Bread of the World by Reginald Heber (UM Hymnal #624)
Communion. The Eucharist. The Mass. The Last Supper. The Passover.
What is it that happens when we participate in Communion? Are we commemorating the Last Supper? Are we looking forward to that Heavenly Feast? Are we celebrating a special closeness with the Lord Jesus? Yes, we are.
The elements, the bread and wine, are taken from the Passover meal celebrated by Jesus with His disciples before His Crucifixion. They are a part of the tradition of the Jews from the days of the Exodus down to our own day, and they truly foreshadowed the sacrifice Christ was to make for us. So when we take Communion, we take part in that long line of history; but that’s not the whole story!
“This is My Body” “This is My Blood” The ceremony, as completed by Jesus, not only took in the Passover, but the whole sacrificial system under which His people had been living since the days of Moses. Think what a devout Jew would have seen at the Temple: the sacrifice was literally a bloody affair. The blood of the sacrifice was sprinkled on the altar, and covered the sins of the people.
But what happens in Communion? The blood of Jesus doesn’t merely cover our sins, leaving us needing another dose later. The blood of Jesus cleanses us from our sins; and the word in the Bible is in a tense that lets us know that it not only has cleansed us, but it keeps on cleansing us of all unrighteousness.
What is it that happens when we participate in Communion? We celebrate the amazing Love of God for us; a Love expressed in the life, death, and resurrection of His Son, our Lord - Jesus Christ. Feed on Him, and know that in Him you are forgiven.
Prayer:
Heavenly Father, I come to You confidently in prayer, knowing I stand cleansed by the blood of Your Son, Jesus. In His name I ask that the Holy Spirit who indwells me will make me ever more aware of the fellowship I share, both with You and with other believers. Thank you for the sacrament, and for allowing me to share in it. Amen.
Thought for the Day: Too soon we rise; the symbols disappear;the feast, though not the love, is past and gone.The bread and wine remove; but thou art here,nearer than ever, still my shield and sun.
Charlie van Becelaere
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
April 20, 2011
Not Neglect My Gift
Read: 1 Timothy 4:13-15
Unto the stars I looked
No like could be the place again
Lost in self-being and will
The created was my apocalypse
When we went on our first Confirmation retreat, our first assignment was to listen to the night. That day I was starting to think about giving up my art of words. Somehow, though, the stars conveyed to me that I should tell the story of my existence through poetry. That I should “not neglect my gift.”
Dear God, help us to be ever mindful of the gifts we have received, and how they can help, whether it be mentally, physically, or emotionally. Amen
Emily Stowell
Read: 1 Timothy 4:13-15
Unto the stars I looked
No like could be the place again
Lost in self-being and will
The created was my apocalypse
When we went on our first Confirmation retreat, our first assignment was to listen to the night. That day I was starting to think about giving up my art of words. Somehow, though, the stars conveyed to me that I should tell the story of my existence through poetry. That I should “not neglect my gift.”
Dear God, help us to be ever mindful of the gifts we have received, and how they can help, whether it be mentally, physically, or emotionally. Amen
Emily Stowell
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
April 19, 2011
True Happiness Comes from Within
Read: Matthew 6:19-23
When I started studying for the Bar Exam last summer, it soon became very clear to me that if I didn’t start cutting out some time to relax and reflect each day, I would most likely end up certifiably insane by the time July rolled around. And so, I practiced yoga. I indulged in the occasional $10 chair massage from the nail salon down the street. I tried (mostly unsuccessfully) to meditate each morning for at least 15 minutes.
Perhaps most useful were the audiobooks I downloaded, which I listened to every day while I walked my dog. I listened to the “Seven Spiritual Laws” from Deepak Chopra and learned about “The Art of Happiness” from the Dalai Lama. Toward the end of my long reign of studying, my mom (perhaps sensing my possible nervous breakdown herself) sent a care packaged filled with books – including “Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff” and other books of that nature.
Despite the various authors from different walks of life, it seemed all of these books had the same underlying theme: most of what we THINK is important in life simply isn’t. Most of what we THINK defines us doesn’t. While this idea wasn’t exactly new to me, it took on a new meaning against the backdrop of studying for what I thought was a life-defining, do-or-die exam. If I were to fail, I once thought, it was the sort of setback that made ME a failure as well.
I began to understand, as the summer went on, that whether I passed an exam or not, it wouldn’t define who I am. When I did pass (phew), but then found myself unemployed for close to five months (with all of one measly interview to my name), it was perhaps even more difficult to remember that whether or not I had a job did not define me, either. And when things got especially difficulty, and I was feeling especially dejected, I tried to remember back to the “laws” I learned over the summer – and I’m not talking about the ones that were tested on the bar exam.
Practice non-judgment (even of yourself). Accept people, situations and events as they occur. Trust that there is a reason things don’t always go your way. Seek your higher self. Practice compassion. Remember that true happiness comes from within. Relinquish your attachment to titles and possessions. Don’t sweat the small stuff.
These teachings aren’t based exclusively in Christianity. But in the spirit of Lent, which evokes self-reflection, sacrifice, and ultimately, renewal, I thought I would share those teachings that inspired me. I use them as daily reminders that most of my worries are wasteful, and that a person can only be truly happy once they are truly happy having nothing at all.
(I know, easier said than done. But worth consideration every once-in-awhile).
Beth Filice
Read: Matthew 6:19-23
When I started studying for the Bar Exam last summer, it soon became very clear to me that if I didn’t start cutting out some time to relax and reflect each day, I would most likely end up certifiably insane by the time July rolled around. And so, I practiced yoga. I indulged in the occasional $10 chair massage from the nail salon down the street. I tried (mostly unsuccessfully) to meditate each morning for at least 15 minutes.
Perhaps most useful were the audiobooks I downloaded, which I listened to every day while I walked my dog. I listened to the “Seven Spiritual Laws” from Deepak Chopra and learned about “The Art of Happiness” from the Dalai Lama. Toward the end of my long reign of studying, my mom (perhaps sensing my possible nervous breakdown herself) sent a care packaged filled with books – including “Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff” and other books of that nature.
Despite the various authors from different walks of life, it seemed all of these books had the same underlying theme: most of what we THINK is important in life simply isn’t. Most of what we THINK defines us doesn’t. While this idea wasn’t exactly new to me, it took on a new meaning against the backdrop of studying for what I thought was a life-defining, do-or-die exam. If I were to fail, I once thought, it was the sort of setback that made ME a failure as well.
I began to understand, as the summer went on, that whether I passed an exam or not, it wouldn’t define who I am. When I did pass (phew), but then found myself unemployed for close to five months (with all of one measly interview to my name), it was perhaps even more difficult to remember that whether or not I had a job did not define me, either. And when things got especially difficulty, and I was feeling especially dejected, I tried to remember back to the “laws” I learned over the summer – and I’m not talking about the ones that were tested on the bar exam.
Practice non-judgment (even of yourself). Accept people, situations and events as they occur. Trust that there is a reason things don’t always go your way. Seek your higher self. Practice compassion. Remember that true happiness comes from within. Relinquish your attachment to titles and possessions. Don’t sweat the small stuff.
These teachings aren’t based exclusively in Christianity. But in the spirit of Lent, which evokes self-reflection, sacrifice, and ultimately, renewal, I thought I would share those teachings that inspired me. I use them as daily reminders that most of my worries are wasteful, and that a person can only be truly happy once they are truly happy having nothing at all.
(I know, easier said than done. But worth consideration every once-in-awhile).
Beth Filice
Monday, April 18, 2011
April 18, 2011
Just Because
Read: 1 John 4:19
The first time I met and got to hold my grandson, Logan, I knew I loved him. He’d just arrived in this world. He didn’t talk. He didn’t crawl. He didn’t play with me. He didn’t do anything. But, I knew I loved him. He didn’t need to do anything for my love. He is my grandson.
Logan is a year and a half old now. I just came back from a visit to California where he lives with my daughter, Laura, and my son-in-law, Eric. Logan walks now. He talks too. And, he plays with me down on the floor. He also will cry, throw an occasional tantrum and act “feisty” as my daughter, Laura, refers to it. I love him anyhow. I love him just because.
I’d like to think God loves me just the same way.
Prayer: Dear Lord, thank you for the blessing of my grandson and for the real example of what your unconditional love is all about. Keep your examples coming. Amen.
Mike Bernhardt
Read: 1 John 4:19
The first time I met and got to hold my grandson, Logan, I knew I loved him. He’d just arrived in this world. He didn’t talk. He didn’t crawl. He didn’t play with me. He didn’t do anything. But, I knew I loved him. He didn’t need to do anything for my love. He is my grandson.
Logan is a year and a half old now. I just came back from a visit to California where he lives with my daughter, Laura, and my son-in-law, Eric. Logan walks now. He talks too. And, he plays with me down on the floor. He also will cry, throw an occasional tantrum and act “feisty” as my daughter, Laura, refers to it. I love him anyhow. I love him just because.
I’d like to think God loves me just the same way.
Prayer: Dear Lord, thank you for the blessing of my grandson and for the real example of what your unconditional love is all about. Keep your examples coming. Amen.
Mike Bernhardt
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Palm Sunday - April 17, 2011
Depth of Mercy
Depth of mercy! Can there be
mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God his wrath forbear,
me, the chief of sinners, spare?
I have long withstood his grace,
long provoked him to his face,
would not hearken to his calls,
grieved him by a thousand falls.
I my Master have denied,
I afresh have crucified,
oft profaned his hallowed name,
put him to an open shame.
There for me the Savior stands,
shows his wounds and spreads his hands.
God is love! I know, I feel;
Jesus weeps and loves me still.
Now incline me to repent,
let me now my sins lament,
now my foul revolt deplore,
weep, believe, and sin no more.
Charles Wesley
Depth of mercy! Can there be
mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God his wrath forbear,
me, the chief of sinners, spare?
I have long withstood his grace,
long provoked him to his face,
would not hearken to his calls,
grieved him by a thousand falls.
I my Master have denied,
I afresh have crucified,
oft profaned his hallowed name,
put him to an open shame.
There for me the Savior stands,
shows his wounds and spreads his hands.
God is love! I know, I feel;
Jesus weeps and loves me still.
Now incline me to repent,
let me now my sins lament,
now my foul revolt deplore,
weep, believe, and sin no more.
Charles Wesley
Saturday, April 16, 2011
April 16, 2011
The Right SideRead: John 21: 3-13
The Lord said, “Fish off the Right side of the Boat.” So I always start on the Starboard quarter. We’ve taught a lot of kids to fish, we usually take them for 6-8 hour trips. Sometimes I think I like teaching the kids more than I do catching the fish. Naaawwww catching is best.
Last fall we had a chance to take a few United Methodist Youth out for fishing trip. We figured a daylong adventure but when we got to the dock we found we had 1 ½ hours. We had to go out, find fish, anchor the boat on fish, teach the crew to catch fish, catch fish, clean up, and return to the dock in an hour and a half. We’re pretty good but that’s a tall order. Of course I said a prayer. See Ta Ra Ra Boom Di Aye. The Bearhooks motto is the 139th Psalm.
The Lovely and Gracious Captain JeriLynn ran the boat out to one of our fishing holes while I rigged up some stuff, and she stopped the boat right on top of a school of hungry Perch. That’s why I love her. We caught 26 fish and kept 18 and were back to the dock only a fashionable 10 minutes late. The boys had a lot of fun and so did we. If you twist our arms we could be talked into doing that again.
P.S. The American Bass opener is June 18 this year, and the Bearhooks is available.
Ron Draper
Friday, April 15, 2011
April 15, 2011
A Renewed Spirit
Read: Romans 12:4-13
My father did not take our family camping. He said he had enough camping in North Africa, Sicily, Anzio, France, Germany, and Austria to last a lifetime. My parents did allow my sister and me to participate in Girl Scouts where we learned to love camping and the out-of-doors. My sister spent her summers at a camp near Cadillac and I attended church summer camp at Lake Louise. Mom and Dad did volunteer to be the MYF youth group leaders and went with us to Winter Retreat at Wesley Woods, and the annual canoeing adventure down the Rifle River. It was during the canoeing overnight that Mom and Dad ended up fighting for the backseat of the car to escape the tent. I have deep gratitude for the many hours my parent devoted to our church youth activities even when the activity included camping.
When Jack Giguere suggested 21 years ago that our church family participate in a weekend at a Lake Louise our family signed up. The retreat was led by Bob Keiss. The GPUMC Family Winter Retreat was born. Our church families have been traveling North ever since.
This year I was amazed and gladdened by the number of college age, single twenty something’s, and married couples, with and without children, in their 30 and 40’s that chose to come to Lake Louise this year. There were 18 children ages 2 to 12. Yes, those of us in our 50’s and 60’s attended also and played hard.
My spirit has been renewed by watching these families interact with each other, share games, equipment, transportation, and children’s medicine! There were 21 first timers attending. GPUMC was the only group that came to Lake Louise for the retreat season with youth!
Josh Dixon won my heart this year with his classroom “Traditions” poster on his experience at Lake Louise. New traditions this year were a campfire at the sledding site with hot chocolate provided, an evening campfire outside of the lodge complete with benches and smores! Besides trips to the skiing hill there were trips to Avalanche Bay, the local water park. Fresh talent was shared at the Saturday night “Really Big Shew”, from real tumbling, a clarinet trio, operatic aria, and the debut of a new product to keep you warm while sledding.
The people attending the retreat this year are the leaders of the WOW Program, Mother’s Day Out, ushers, finance, trustee, worship, nurture, UMW, youth group, VBS, choir, VIM, Workcamp, book studies, etc. They are our future. They have chosen to make church a priority and they enjoy being together. New friendships were made and old renewed.
So thank you Mom and Dad, and those that have nurtured me through my life to be a part of a great tradition. Church!
PS Think about joining the retreat next year. New all season buildings have been added so that larger numbers will be able to attend!
Lynn Van de Putte
Read: Romans 12:4-13
My father did not take our family camping. He said he had enough camping in North Africa, Sicily, Anzio, France, Germany, and Austria to last a lifetime. My parents did allow my sister and me to participate in Girl Scouts where we learned to love camping and the out-of-doors. My sister spent her summers at a camp near Cadillac and I attended church summer camp at Lake Louise. Mom and Dad did volunteer to be the MYF youth group leaders and went with us to Winter Retreat at Wesley Woods, and the annual canoeing adventure down the Rifle River. It was during the canoeing overnight that Mom and Dad ended up fighting for the backseat of the car to escape the tent. I have deep gratitude for the many hours my parent devoted to our church youth activities even when the activity included camping.
When Jack Giguere suggested 21 years ago that our church family participate in a weekend at a Lake Louise our family signed up. The retreat was led by Bob Keiss. The GPUMC Family Winter Retreat was born. Our church families have been traveling North ever since.
This year I was amazed and gladdened by the number of college age, single twenty something’s, and married couples, with and without children, in their 30 and 40’s that chose to come to Lake Louise this year. There were 18 children ages 2 to 12. Yes, those of us in our 50’s and 60’s attended also and played hard.
My spirit has been renewed by watching these families interact with each other, share games, equipment, transportation, and children’s medicine! There were 21 first timers attending. GPUMC was the only group that came to Lake Louise for the retreat season with youth!
Josh Dixon won my heart this year with his classroom “Traditions” poster on his experience at Lake Louise. New traditions this year were a campfire at the sledding site with hot chocolate provided, an evening campfire outside of the lodge complete with benches and smores! Besides trips to the skiing hill there were trips to Avalanche Bay, the local water park. Fresh talent was shared at the Saturday night “Really Big Shew”, from real tumbling, a clarinet trio, operatic aria, and the debut of a new product to keep you warm while sledding.
The people attending the retreat this year are the leaders of the WOW Program, Mother’s Day Out, ushers, finance, trustee, worship, nurture, UMW, youth group, VBS, choir, VIM, Workcamp, book studies, etc. They are our future. They have chosen to make church a priority and they enjoy being together. New friendships were made and old renewed.
So thank you Mom and Dad, and those that have nurtured me through my life to be a part of a great tradition. Church!
PS Think about joining the retreat next year. New all season buildings have been added so that larger numbers will be able to attend!
Lynn Van de Putte
Thursday, April 14, 2011
April 14, 2011
Life’s Puddles of Water and an Umbrella
Read: Psalm 91
“The Lord will cover you with his pinions, and under his wings you will find refuge.”
Psalm 91:4
As we walk in the rain in the spring, we carry an umbrella to protect us from getting wet. Sometimes because of rain there are ‘puddles’ of water which we must step in or jump over. If we have no feet protection we get wet. In life we encounter ‘puddles’ of water over which we must jump. Even if we have an umbrella, we will still experience wet feet.
These ‘puddles’ sometimes are sickness, loss of a job, loss of a beloved one, depression, difficult decisions or any array of challenges which life brings. Isn’t it comforting to know that the Lord covers us and protects from all troubles and is there covering us with His wings of refuge! Even though our path might be an obstacle course, His wings protect us and His presence guides us.
Prayer: Dear Lord we ask you to protect, protect and guide us through the ‘puddles’ of life with your wings of refuge. We find comfort in knowing that you know our needs before we do.
Amen
Carolyn Barth
Read: Psalm 91
“The Lord will cover you with his pinions, and under his wings you will find refuge.”
Psalm 91:4
As we walk in the rain in the spring, we carry an umbrella to protect us from getting wet. Sometimes because of rain there are ‘puddles’ of water which we must step in or jump over. If we have no feet protection we get wet. In life we encounter ‘puddles’ of water over which we must jump. Even if we have an umbrella, we will still experience wet feet.
These ‘puddles’ sometimes are sickness, loss of a job, loss of a beloved one, depression, difficult decisions or any array of challenges which life brings. Isn’t it comforting to know that the Lord covers us and protects from all troubles and is there covering us with His wings of refuge! Even though our path might be an obstacle course, His wings protect us and His presence guides us.
Prayer: Dear Lord we ask you to protect, protect and guide us through the ‘puddles’ of life with your wings of refuge. We find comfort in knowing that you know our needs before we do.
Amen
Carolyn Barth
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
April 13, 2011
First Fruits versus Leftovers
Remember this: Whoever sows sparingly will also reap sparingly, and whoever shows generously will also reap generously. Each man should give what he has decided in his heart to give, not reluctantly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver. And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.- 2 Corinthians 9:6-8 (NIV)
The poor economy and how it impacts people, organizations and our government has been weighing heavily on my mind. What is the right way to handle the economic crisis that is facing us? Who should be making sacrifices? What is fair to ask of people? The church is in a unique position in this economic crisis. Unlike businesses or families, the church does not generate income by selling it’s services. Unlike most non-profits it does not charge for its services. Unlike private clubs it does not charge membership fees or dues and unlike the government it cannot levy taxes. The church relies solely on donations. In challenging economic times we cannot be surprised when the church is also facing a reduction in donations. The irony in that is during the times when our giving is down, people need the church more than ever. Our recent church history shows that giving totals are down and the numbers of pledging units are down. Our church has made sincere efforts to cut back on our expenses, to reorganize our financial obligations and to make our dollars stretch in areas where they are needed the most. Of course there is no quick fix or easy answer, but during this period of Lent I’d like to ask each one of us to explore if we are doing as much as we can.
Why do we give? Because God has blessed us. Because we have been given the gift of grace through Christ. Because we are grateful. Because we are given the example of giving in scripture. Because we want to praise and glorify God. Because the Holy Spirit directs us to follow the example of Christ’s giving. Because we are called to help those less fortunate. Because we may have made a promise to God to give. There are many reasons to give but few mandates. In the Old Testament, people were clearly directed to give a tithe (or tenth) and to give of the first fruits or best. In the New Testament we are asked to give freely and generously (2 Cor. 9:7) to give based on what you have, not on what you don’t have (Luke 6:38), to give in the right spirit and attitude (Mark 12: 41-44), to give of what we are given so we can build up the church (Romans 12:4-8). As Methodists we are encouraged to tithe and taught the purpose of tithing is to teach us to always put God first in our lives.
Why do we hold back on our giving? Most of us will say because we have too many demands on our income. Are those demands self inflicted? Is it the high cost of living or the cost of living high? Are those demands the result of poor financial planning or judgment? Are you concerned the church is not using its gifts appropriately? Have you offered your help on church committees so that you can educate yourself on church finances? Are you limiting your giving because you think other people aren’t giving what they should? Although it is helpful to see that shared responsibility lightens the load for everyone, no one should give solely based on how they think they compare to others. Are you holding back on giving to the church because you are giving elsewhere? Are those gifts to truly benevolent groups? Are those gifts to our own family. Are you withholding giving because you haven’t been personally approached? Are you withholding giving because your gifts aren’t recognized? Whatever the reason, ask God to help you examine your motives. Are you giving out of your abundance or are you giving sacrificially? Are you giving of yourself as well as your resources? Are you being a wise steward of the gifts that have been entrusted to you? Are you sustaining the church or are you are on religious welfare? Are you practicing planned giving or are you giving from your leftovers.
Why should we make a planned pledge to the church? You will have the satisfaction of knowing you have committed to God from your first fruits, not your leftovers. You will have the satisfaction of knowing the church can count on you. You will be taking a step in faith and trusting God to provide you with the means and discipline to give a regular gift. You may be challenging yourself to do more than you thought you could—great accomplishments are not made when cowering in fear and uncertainty but when you challenge yourself to do more than you thought you could. Pledging gives you the joy of sharing in the rewards of your faith. Pledging enables you to put your money where your mouth is. It is a step to accountability with God. Don’t be misled in thinking you can buy your way into heaven or into God’s grace. But don’t be misled into thinking what we failed to give does not impact our very spirit and soul.
We have been blessed so abundantly. The church has blessed us so abundantly. Is my giving an accurate reflection of my gratitude to God?
Prayer Focus: For churches struggling with their budgets.
Prayer: Thank you Father for the abundance that we have been given. Thank you for the ministry of Grosse Pointe United Methodist Church in my life. Guide me to live in a spirit of thankfulness and to give you from my first fruits, not my leftovers.
Pat Deck
Remember this: Whoever sows sparingly will also reap sparingly, and whoever shows generously will also reap generously. Each man should give what he has decided in his heart to give, not reluctantly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver. And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.- 2 Corinthians 9:6-8 (NIV)
The poor economy and how it impacts people, organizations and our government has been weighing heavily on my mind. What is the right way to handle the economic crisis that is facing us? Who should be making sacrifices? What is fair to ask of people? The church is in a unique position in this economic crisis. Unlike businesses or families, the church does not generate income by selling it’s services. Unlike most non-profits it does not charge for its services. Unlike private clubs it does not charge membership fees or dues and unlike the government it cannot levy taxes. The church relies solely on donations. In challenging economic times we cannot be surprised when the church is also facing a reduction in donations. The irony in that is during the times when our giving is down, people need the church more than ever. Our recent church history shows that giving totals are down and the numbers of pledging units are down. Our church has made sincere efforts to cut back on our expenses, to reorganize our financial obligations and to make our dollars stretch in areas where they are needed the most. Of course there is no quick fix or easy answer, but during this period of Lent I’d like to ask each one of us to explore if we are doing as much as we can.
Why do we give? Because God has blessed us. Because we have been given the gift of grace through Christ. Because we are grateful. Because we are given the example of giving in scripture. Because we want to praise and glorify God. Because the Holy Spirit directs us to follow the example of Christ’s giving. Because we are called to help those less fortunate. Because we may have made a promise to God to give. There are many reasons to give but few mandates. In the Old Testament, people were clearly directed to give a tithe (or tenth) and to give of the first fruits or best. In the New Testament we are asked to give freely and generously (2 Cor. 9:7) to give based on what you have, not on what you don’t have (Luke 6:38), to give in the right spirit and attitude (Mark 12: 41-44), to give of what we are given so we can build up the church (Romans 12:4-8). As Methodists we are encouraged to tithe and taught the purpose of tithing is to teach us to always put God first in our lives.
Why do we hold back on our giving? Most of us will say because we have too many demands on our income. Are those demands self inflicted? Is it the high cost of living or the cost of living high? Are those demands the result of poor financial planning or judgment? Are you concerned the church is not using its gifts appropriately? Have you offered your help on church committees so that you can educate yourself on church finances? Are you limiting your giving because you think other people aren’t giving what they should? Although it is helpful to see that shared responsibility lightens the load for everyone, no one should give solely based on how they think they compare to others. Are you holding back on giving to the church because you are giving elsewhere? Are those gifts to truly benevolent groups? Are those gifts to our own family. Are you withholding giving because you haven’t been personally approached? Are you withholding giving because your gifts aren’t recognized? Whatever the reason, ask God to help you examine your motives. Are you giving out of your abundance or are you giving sacrificially? Are you giving of yourself as well as your resources? Are you being a wise steward of the gifts that have been entrusted to you? Are you sustaining the church or are you are on religious welfare? Are you practicing planned giving or are you giving from your leftovers.
Why should we make a planned pledge to the church? You will have the satisfaction of knowing you have committed to God from your first fruits, not your leftovers. You will have the satisfaction of knowing the church can count on you. You will be taking a step in faith and trusting God to provide you with the means and discipline to give a regular gift. You may be challenging yourself to do more than you thought you could—great accomplishments are not made when cowering in fear and uncertainty but when you challenge yourself to do more than you thought you could. Pledging gives you the joy of sharing in the rewards of your faith. Pledging enables you to put your money where your mouth is. It is a step to accountability with God. Don’t be misled in thinking you can buy your way into heaven or into God’s grace. But don’t be misled into thinking what we failed to give does not impact our very spirit and soul.
We have been blessed so abundantly. The church has blessed us so abundantly. Is my giving an accurate reflection of my gratitude to God?
Prayer Focus: For churches struggling with their budgets.
Prayer: Thank you Father for the abundance that we have been given. Thank you for the ministry of Grosse Pointe United Methodist Church in my life. Guide me to live in a spirit of thankfulness and to give you from my first fruits, not my leftovers.
Pat Deck
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
April 12, 2011
Be still …….
Read: Psalm 46:1-11
Last spring the doctor told me I needed to have an MRI. It is not one of my favorite things to do but what could I do? The scan was scheduled and I was slid into the tube. I was trying so hard to be still so the test could be over. A little over halfway the technician said I needed to stop moving. I thought I was being still but I tried harder. The more I concentrated on being still, the more I noticed my breathing. The breathing was the movement they were complaining about. When they asked me again to stop moving, I told them all I was doing was breathing. They said I had to stop or the test would be invalid. I took a breath and tried to hold it but that was a useless plan. Being in the tube was starting to get to me and having to stay there to repeat some series was not what I wanted to hear. I needed this to be over.
I silently asked, “God how am I supposed to do this and breathe?” As the technician again threatened to stop the scan again an old hymn popped into my head. I started remembering the words to the hymn and then another and another. Before I realized it, the scan was complete and the technician said the pictures would be clear.
A peace had crept over me as the words to old familiar hymns came to mind. From old Sunday School favorites like Jesus Loves Me to familiar Sunday morning hymns one song after another flowed through my mind. I am sure the verses in my mind were not exactly as written in the hymnal, but they brought a peace and calmness that helped me get through the scan and I thank God for it.
The first part of Psalm 46:10, “Be still, and know that I am God,” comes to mind as I recall the experience. I needed to remember that God is always present if I just give him a chance to help me. In times of panic and stress it is the old familiar hymns that easily come to mind. The beautiful words that have stayed with me brought me peace.
I survived and life goes on. I continue to be grateful and thank God that He was there that day and helped me through. I try to begin each day with a few minutes of stillness to read a devotion, and chat with God.
Prayer: Dear God, Thank you for being part of my life. I ask you to help me through another day. I thank you for the many adult and child Sunday School teachers and fellow members of the many congregations I have been lucky enough to be part of. I thank you for the hymns on Sunday mornings that allowed me to have the recall to get me through. Amen
Gretchen Brammer
Read: Psalm 46:1-11
Last spring the doctor told me I needed to have an MRI. It is not one of my favorite things to do but what could I do? The scan was scheduled and I was slid into the tube. I was trying so hard to be still so the test could be over. A little over halfway the technician said I needed to stop moving. I thought I was being still but I tried harder. The more I concentrated on being still, the more I noticed my breathing. The breathing was the movement they were complaining about. When they asked me again to stop moving, I told them all I was doing was breathing. They said I had to stop or the test would be invalid. I took a breath and tried to hold it but that was a useless plan. Being in the tube was starting to get to me and having to stay there to repeat some series was not what I wanted to hear. I needed this to be over.
I silently asked, “God how am I supposed to do this and breathe?” As the technician again threatened to stop the scan again an old hymn popped into my head. I started remembering the words to the hymn and then another and another. Before I realized it, the scan was complete and the technician said the pictures would be clear.
A peace had crept over me as the words to old familiar hymns came to mind. From old Sunday School favorites like Jesus Loves Me to familiar Sunday morning hymns one song after another flowed through my mind. I am sure the verses in my mind were not exactly as written in the hymnal, but they brought a peace and calmness that helped me get through the scan and I thank God for it.
The first part of Psalm 46:10, “Be still, and know that I am God,” comes to mind as I recall the experience. I needed to remember that God is always present if I just give him a chance to help me. In times of panic and stress it is the old familiar hymns that easily come to mind. The beautiful words that have stayed with me brought me peace.
I survived and life goes on. I continue to be grateful and thank God that He was there that day and helped me through. I try to begin each day with a few minutes of stillness to read a devotion, and chat with God.
Prayer: Dear God, Thank you for being part of my life. I ask you to help me through another day. I thank you for the many adult and child Sunday School teachers and fellow members of the many congregations I have been lucky enough to be part of. I thank you for the hymns on Sunday mornings that allowed me to have the recall to get me through. Amen
Gretchen Brammer
Monday, April 11, 2011
April 11, 2011
31,556,926
Read: Revelation 5:9-14
That’s one big number. Thirty one million five hundred fifty six thousand nine hundred twenty six. It is in fact the number of seconds in one year. Holy cow that’s a lot of seconds! It kind of makes you wonder how you spend those seconds. There are a whole lot of them and there are so many different ways to use them.
When I think of that number and all those seconds, it makes me think about whether or not I used those seconds for the right things, or if I wasted them. I come home from school, get on Facebook, talk on the phone with my friends, do a little homework, and then go to bed. At the moment I don’t feel like I’m wasting any time at all but on paper it really does look like a lot wasted.
I think about how much time I’ve given to friends, or school, or family, or God. And when it comes down to it, the fewest of them would probably be family or God. It seems crazy that out of those 31,556,926 seconds the smallest amount of my time has been spent on the important things like family and God, when I should be spending the majority of my time on those things.
A couple weeks ago I went on a church retreat with a friend of mine, and the theme of the weekend was that God is worthy of our praise. They told us that true worship is not going to church two or three times a week, and it wasn’t going to this retreat for the whole weekend. And even though we spend time worshiping God in both those places, we have to realize that worship doesn’t turn on or off as an event. God is worthy of the majority of our time, the majority of those 31,556,926 seconds. “Worthy is the Lamb, who was slain, to receive power and wealth and wisdom and strength and honor and glory and praise!” Revelation 5:12 God is worthy of our praise. I want to spend more of my seconds on Him.
Worship is 1
Worship is 12
Worship is 52
Worship is 365
Worship is 24/7
Worship is 86,000
Worship is 31,556,926
How will you spend your seconds?
Kayla Rumpp
Read: Revelation 5:9-14
That’s one big number. Thirty one million five hundred fifty six thousand nine hundred twenty six. It is in fact the number of seconds in one year. Holy cow that’s a lot of seconds! It kind of makes you wonder how you spend those seconds. There are a whole lot of them and there are so many different ways to use them.
When I think of that number and all those seconds, it makes me think about whether or not I used those seconds for the right things, or if I wasted them. I come home from school, get on Facebook, talk on the phone with my friends, do a little homework, and then go to bed. At the moment I don’t feel like I’m wasting any time at all but on paper it really does look like a lot wasted.
I think about how much time I’ve given to friends, or school, or family, or God. And when it comes down to it, the fewest of them would probably be family or God. It seems crazy that out of those 31,556,926 seconds the smallest amount of my time has been spent on the important things like family and God, when I should be spending the majority of my time on those things.
A couple weeks ago I went on a church retreat with a friend of mine, and the theme of the weekend was that God is worthy of our praise. They told us that true worship is not going to church two or three times a week, and it wasn’t going to this retreat for the whole weekend. And even though we spend time worshiping God in both those places, we have to realize that worship doesn’t turn on or off as an event. God is worthy of the majority of our time, the majority of those 31,556,926 seconds. “Worthy is the Lamb, who was slain, to receive power and wealth and wisdom and strength and honor and glory and praise!” Revelation 5:12 God is worthy of our praise. I want to spend more of my seconds on Him.
Worship is 1
Worship is 12
Worship is 52
Worship is 365
Worship is 24/7
Worship is 86,000
Worship is 31,556,926
How will you spend your seconds?
Kayla Rumpp
Sunday, April 10, 2011
April 10, 2011
Come, O Thou Traveler Unknown
Come, O thou Traveler unknown,
Whom still I hold, but cannot see!
My company before is gone,
And I am left alone with Thee;
With Thee all night I mean to stay,
And wrestle till the break of day.
I need not tell Thee who I am,
My misery and sin declare;
Thyself hast called me by my name,
Look on Thy hands, and read it there;
But who, I ask Thee, who art Thou?
Tell me Thy name, and tell me now.
In vain Thou strugglest to get free,
I never will unloose my hold!
Art Thou the Man that died for me?
The secret of Thy love unfold;
Wrestling, I will not let Thee go,
Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.
My strength is gone, my nature dies,
I sink beneath Thy weighty hand,
Faint to revive, and fall to rise;
I fall, and yet by faith I stand;
I stand and will not let Thee go
Till I Thy Name, Thy nature know.
’Tis Love! ’tis Love! Thou diedst for me!
I hear Thy whisper in my heart;
The morning breaks, the shadows flee,
Pure, universal love Thou art;
To me, to all, Thy bowels move;
Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.
Charles Wesley
Come, O thou Traveler unknown,
Whom still I hold, but cannot see!
My company before is gone,
And I am left alone with Thee;
With Thee all night I mean to stay,
And wrestle till the break of day.
I need not tell Thee who I am,
My misery and sin declare;
Thyself hast called me by my name,
Look on Thy hands, and read it there;
But who, I ask Thee, who art Thou?
Tell me Thy name, and tell me now.
In vain Thou strugglest to get free,
I never will unloose my hold!
Art Thou the Man that died for me?
The secret of Thy love unfold;
Wrestling, I will not let Thee go,
Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.
My strength is gone, my nature dies,
I sink beneath Thy weighty hand,
Faint to revive, and fall to rise;
I fall, and yet by faith I stand;
I stand and will not let Thee go
Till I Thy Name, Thy nature know.
’Tis Love! ’tis Love! Thou diedst for me!
I hear Thy whisper in my heart;
The morning breaks, the shadows flee,
Pure, universal love Thou art;
To me, to all, Thy bowels move;
Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.
Charles Wesley
Saturday, April 09, 2011
April 09, 2011
Intervention
Read: Psalm 37:3-6, 23-31
In February of 1929 it was still a good year. I grew up not knowing things had gotten bad. Through the depression my parents must have done a good job of keeping the family together and happy.
During the years of Kindergarten through the 12th grade, I lived in the right place (Grosse Pointe) to get a good education. It was not until the 10th grade I decided to go to college. The school system allowed me to get through in time to graduate.
I had been moving on and off between going to college and working. In 1951 I ended up being laid off from my job at the Chrysler Jefferson Plant and did not have enough money to go back to school.
Having been in the Naval Reserve for about 5 years, I signed up for active duty. It was the right choice, for after two years on a Destroyer Escort out of Newport RI, I was able to go back to school on the GI Bill and finish my degree in August of 1956.
Being “older” I had been invited to join the dormitory staff. A friend on the dormitory staff (Roger Wilkins) introduced me to his friend Sandy and her friend Shirley.
Not only was it the right thing to do (marry Shirley), but our children also did the right thing in the two people they married.
After all that, how can anybody believe there is no such thing as Divine Intervention.
Jack Van Becelaere
Read: Psalm 37:3-6, 23-31
In February of 1929 it was still a good year. I grew up not knowing things had gotten bad. Through the depression my parents must have done a good job of keeping the family together and happy.
During the years of Kindergarten through the 12th grade, I lived in the right place (Grosse Pointe) to get a good education. It was not until the 10th grade I decided to go to college. The school system allowed me to get through in time to graduate.
I had been moving on and off between going to college and working. In 1951 I ended up being laid off from my job at the Chrysler Jefferson Plant and did not have enough money to go back to school.
Having been in the Naval Reserve for about 5 years, I signed up for active duty. It was the right choice, for after two years on a Destroyer Escort out of Newport RI, I was able to go back to school on the GI Bill and finish my degree in August of 1956.
Being “older” I had been invited to join the dormitory staff. A friend on the dormitory staff (Roger Wilkins) introduced me to his friend Sandy and her friend Shirley.
Not only was it the right thing to do (marry Shirley), but our children also did the right thing in the two people they married.
After all that, how can anybody believe there is no such thing as Divine Intervention.
Jack Van Becelaere
Friday, April 08, 2011
April 08, 2011
All We Need is Love
Read: Colossians 3:12-17
The above reading is one that Garrett and I chose for our wedding; one of the many decisions involved in the wedding process. It seemed like every time we turned around we were asked to choose this or pick one of those. There are so many things that can pull you away from the real meaning of the day.
Weddings most definitely can take on a life of their own, but by the time the actual day comes, it is truly special. I can honestly say that our wedding was the most fun I have ever had in my entire life; and it's not because I loved my flowers, or my dress, or our reception, but because I was marrying my best friend and we were surrounded by the people we love most in the world and who love us.
There is no greater feeling than to be surrounded by that much joy and happiness. Love is a very powerful gift. And as the reading goes "clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience.... And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity."
Katie Broom
Read: Colossians 3:12-17
The above reading is one that Garrett and I chose for our wedding; one of the many decisions involved in the wedding process. It seemed like every time we turned around we were asked to choose this or pick one of those. There are so many things that can pull you away from the real meaning of the day.
Weddings most definitely can take on a life of their own, but by the time the actual day comes, it is truly special. I can honestly say that our wedding was the most fun I have ever had in my entire life; and it's not because I loved my flowers, or my dress, or our reception, but because I was marrying my best friend and we were surrounded by the people we love most in the world and who love us.
There is no greater feeling than to be surrounded by that much joy and happiness. Love is a very powerful gift. And as the reading goes "clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience.... And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity."
Katie Broom
Thursday, April 07, 2011
April 07, 2011
Open Hearts, Open Minds, and Open Doors
Read 1 Peter 4:8-11
That is the theme for a Welcoming Congregation.
Some of you will remember in the fall of 2009, our church focused on the Five Practices of a Fruitful Congregation during our stewardship campaign last year. They were Radical Hospitality, Passionate Worship, Intentional Faith Development, Risk-Taking Mission, and Extravagant Generosity. The Witness Committee volunteered to oversee the practice of Radical Hospitality for the campaign. A tailgate party hosted by Carolyn and Pete Franklin allowed church members to share a great meal, and gathered some feedback from the group about what our church was doing right, and how we could improve our hospitality.
At the All-Church meeting held in January to follow-up on the five practices, Witness lead a breakout session on radical hospitality. There we were introduced to the concept of becoming a Certified Welcoming Church. Doug Ross told the group about the Welcoming Church Certification Program. He and his wife Marilyn attended a church in Cape Cod that had this designation. They both indicated that their experience in the “welcoming” church was outstanding.
The Welcoming Church Certification is offered through a program sponsored by the United Methodist Church, through the Rethink Church campaign. Our committee felt that such a program would fit nicely with the direction our Witness/Caring Community Committee and would provide a framework to follow. So we approached the Ad Board of our church to see if we had support to proceed. We were given permission. So off we went.
Welcoming is how we show kindness, acceptance, and hospitality to everyone - guests and members alike. People catch glimpses of Christ through their encounters with us. We need to ensure that seekers encounter in us a Christ that they want to know better. Your welcoming efforts play a vital role in living the promise of "Open hearts, open minds open doors."
The Welcoming Church Certification program is a fairly rigorous process taking up to four years to complete. The beginning stages require an initial application to be submitted to the District Superintendent, and then on to United Methodist Communications in Nashville for approval.
There is an application checklist, with documentation of existing welcoming practices of our church. Each practice has a point value. A minimum of 100 points is needed to qualify for the first year of the award as a Welcoming Church. We submitted our initial application in September 2010, and our church received a plaque stating that we are a Welcoming church, phase 1 in October.
You may have noticed some of our efforts to date. The church narthex has been redecorated to be more warm and welcoming. Additional seating has been added. A welcome center has been designated with our church brochures and information. A more user friendly name tag board was created. Witness is hosting the 4th Sunday of the month for coffee hour. We started offering a little something special on those Sundays, such as treats, real cream and tables and chairs for conversation. The Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner program is a way to get to know and welcome church members. We are just beginning, but hopefully each effort will enhance our service to our members, our community and to God.
The idea is to get everyone in the church to consciously think and act as a welcoming church. Please stay tuned for more updates and we progress through the program. In the meantime, here is a small thing you can do to help. If you see someone in our church that you don’t know, reach out a hand and introduce yourself. It can make someone’s day.
For more information go on the United Methodist website. http://www.umcom.org/ then click on the Welcoming item in the Knowledge Center that comes up.
Nancy Grose & Karen Leigh
Read 1 Peter 4:8-11
That is the theme for a Welcoming Congregation.
Some of you will remember in the fall of 2009, our church focused on the Five Practices of a Fruitful Congregation during our stewardship campaign last year. They were Radical Hospitality, Passionate Worship, Intentional Faith Development, Risk-Taking Mission, and Extravagant Generosity. The Witness Committee volunteered to oversee the practice of Radical Hospitality for the campaign. A tailgate party hosted by Carolyn and Pete Franklin allowed church members to share a great meal, and gathered some feedback from the group about what our church was doing right, and how we could improve our hospitality.
At the All-Church meeting held in January to follow-up on the five practices, Witness lead a breakout session on radical hospitality. There we were introduced to the concept of becoming a Certified Welcoming Church. Doug Ross told the group about the Welcoming Church Certification Program. He and his wife Marilyn attended a church in Cape Cod that had this designation. They both indicated that their experience in the “welcoming” church was outstanding.
The Welcoming Church Certification is offered through a program sponsored by the United Methodist Church, through the Rethink Church campaign. Our committee felt that such a program would fit nicely with the direction our Witness/Caring Community Committee and would provide a framework to follow. So we approached the Ad Board of our church to see if we had support to proceed. We were given permission. So off we went.
Welcoming is how we show kindness, acceptance, and hospitality to everyone - guests and members alike. People catch glimpses of Christ through their encounters with us. We need to ensure that seekers encounter in us a Christ that they want to know better. Your welcoming efforts play a vital role in living the promise of "Open hearts, open minds open doors."
The Welcoming Church Certification program is a fairly rigorous process taking up to four years to complete. The beginning stages require an initial application to be submitted to the District Superintendent, and then on to United Methodist Communications in Nashville for approval.
There is an application checklist, with documentation of existing welcoming practices of our church. Each practice has a point value. A minimum of 100 points is needed to qualify for the first year of the award as a Welcoming Church. We submitted our initial application in September 2010, and our church received a plaque stating that we are a Welcoming church, phase 1 in October.
You may have noticed some of our efforts to date. The church narthex has been redecorated to be more warm and welcoming. Additional seating has been added. A welcome center has been designated with our church brochures and information. A more user friendly name tag board was created. Witness is hosting the 4th Sunday of the month for coffee hour. We started offering a little something special on those Sundays, such as treats, real cream and tables and chairs for conversation. The Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner program is a way to get to know and welcome church members. We are just beginning, but hopefully each effort will enhance our service to our members, our community and to God.
The idea is to get everyone in the church to consciously think and act as a welcoming church. Please stay tuned for more updates and we progress through the program. In the meantime, here is a small thing you can do to help. If you see someone in our church that you don’t know, reach out a hand and introduce yourself. It can make someone’s day.
For more information go on the United Methodist website. http://www.umcom.org/ then click on the Welcoming item in the Knowledge Center that comes up.
Nancy Grose & Karen Leigh
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
April 06, 2011
It’s a Wonderful Life
Read: Philippians 4:4-7
I have a great life – Jack, our kids and their families, good health, good friends, good church family.
I thank God every day for all our blessings.
It is a wonderful life!
Shirley Van Becelaere
Read: Philippians 4:4-7
I have a great life – Jack, our kids and their families, good health, good friends, good church family.
I thank God every day for all our blessings.
It is a wonderful life!
Shirley Van Becelaere
Tuesday, April 05, 2011
April 05, 2011
Wings of Mercy
O taste and see that the Lord is good;
Blessed is the man that trusted in him.
Psalm 34:8
We praise God for his blessings and presence in our lives. This year our understanding of family, friend and God’s love deepened.
On July 10th, I suffered a Red Stroke, a bleed. Since we did not recognize it as a stroke, I did not get medical help until July 12th. According to my doctors, must people that experience a red stroke and are not treated immediately end up in a coma or dead. I was a miracle.
A doctor said to me, “Karen you are lucky to be alive, apparently you still have a job to do here.” That made me sit up and take notice.
My friends have asked me, “Do you know how many people were praying for you?” I’m grateful for all those prayers. Thank you.
When I finally became myself days after my stroke, I wanted to be assured of God’s love and presence in my life. I asked for a Chaplain to pray with me and share God’s love with me. I needed a prayer quilt to feel surrounded by God’s love. Thank you for giving me one to comfort me.
I found this meditation and it explains just how I felt.
“During those seasons when your strength seems almost gone, be assured that God is beside you, ready to sweep you up onto his mighty wings of mercy and grace. There you find rest, comfort and healing for your broken hearts and wounded spirits.”
God when my life seems unbearably painful, I will place my hope in you. I will forsake my own failing strength and rest on your wings of mercy. Amen
Karen Bromley
O taste and see that the Lord is good;
Blessed is the man that trusted in him.
Psalm 34:8
We praise God for his blessings and presence in our lives. This year our understanding of family, friend and God’s love deepened.
On July 10th, I suffered a Red Stroke, a bleed. Since we did not recognize it as a stroke, I did not get medical help until July 12th. According to my doctors, must people that experience a red stroke and are not treated immediately end up in a coma or dead. I was a miracle.
A doctor said to me, “Karen you are lucky to be alive, apparently you still have a job to do here.” That made me sit up and take notice.
My friends have asked me, “Do you know how many people were praying for you?” I’m grateful for all those prayers. Thank you.
When I finally became myself days after my stroke, I wanted to be assured of God’s love and presence in my life. I asked for a Chaplain to pray with me and share God’s love with me. I needed a prayer quilt to feel surrounded by God’s love. Thank you for giving me one to comfort me.
I found this meditation and it explains just how I felt.
“During those seasons when your strength seems almost gone, be assured that God is beside you, ready to sweep you up onto his mighty wings of mercy and grace. There you find rest, comfort and healing for your broken hearts and wounded spirits.”
God when my life seems unbearably painful, I will place my hope in you. I will forsake my own failing strength and rest on your wings of mercy. Amen
Karen Bromley
Monday, April 04, 2011
April 04, 2011
Till The Cows Come Home
Read: Luke 15:4-7
Living in rural Tennessee has exposed me to a very different set of neighbors. The ones I’m referring to here are the cows, sheep and horses. (I’ll focus on the people in a different devotion some day.) I am surrounded by mooing and bleating. One day there was a lot of loud and pitiful mooing. The first thought I had was that one of the young cows had gotten itself stuck in the fence. After a while I noticed a trailer going down my neighbor’s drive and out into the street. A cow chased it as far as it could along the fence, mooing the entire time. Inside the trailer was a baby cow mooing back. After the baby left, its mother stayed by the fence mooing. In fact the mooing continued all day and, according to my daughter whose bedroom is on that side of the house, all night too.
Even now I am heartbroken at the memory of both of their pitiful cries. In Luke 15, Jesus’ message about a shepherd not giving up on even one sheep, shows that same commitment. On the days when I clean out our horses’ stalls, the silence gives me time to think. I often think about my children (not because the horse manure reminds me of them!) No matter what problem I’m considering, I always know that nothing could ever make me stop loving them or wanting them to be a part of my life. When I think of all three of these things, I can hear Heidi singing “Softly and Tenderly Jesus is Calling” (UMH 348)
So if a cow, a shepherd and a human mother refuse to give up on their charges, how could we ever think that God would give up on any of us? Certainly the love and commitment we can feel and imagine can’t compare at all to the love and commitment God feels for us. He will call to us, He will search for us, and He will always want us to be a part of His family. If God loves and accepts us all, shouldn’t we also love and accept each other?
Prayer: Thank you God for your unconditional love. Help us to accept and love each other. Help us also to hear your call and to come to you. Amen.
Jacki Rumpp
Read: Luke 15:4-7
Living in rural Tennessee has exposed me to a very different set of neighbors. The ones I’m referring to here are the cows, sheep and horses. (I’ll focus on the people in a different devotion some day.) I am surrounded by mooing and bleating. One day there was a lot of loud and pitiful mooing. The first thought I had was that one of the young cows had gotten itself stuck in the fence. After a while I noticed a trailer going down my neighbor’s drive and out into the street. A cow chased it as far as it could along the fence, mooing the entire time. Inside the trailer was a baby cow mooing back. After the baby left, its mother stayed by the fence mooing. In fact the mooing continued all day and, according to my daughter whose bedroom is on that side of the house, all night too.
Even now I am heartbroken at the memory of both of their pitiful cries. In Luke 15, Jesus’ message about a shepherd not giving up on even one sheep, shows that same commitment. On the days when I clean out our horses’ stalls, the silence gives me time to think. I often think about my children (not because the horse manure reminds me of them!) No matter what problem I’m considering, I always know that nothing could ever make me stop loving them or wanting them to be a part of my life. When I think of all three of these things, I can hear Heidi singing “Softly and Tenderly Jesus is Calling” (UMH 348)
So if a cow, a shepherd and a human mother refuse to give up on their charges, how could we ever think that God would give up on any of us? Certainly the love and commitment we can feel and imagine can’t compare at all to the love and commitment God feels for us. He will call to us, He will search for us, and He will always want us to be a part of His family. If God loves and accepts us all, shouldn’t we also love and accept each other?
Prayer: Thank you God for your unconditional love. Help us to accept and love each other. Help us also to hear your call and to come to you. Amen.
Jacki Rumpp
Sunday, April 03, 2011
April 03, 2011
And Can it Be That I Should Gain?
And can it be that I should gain
an interest in the Savior's blood!
Died he for me? who caused his pain!
For me? who him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be
that thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
Amazing love! How can it be
that thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
'Tis mystery all: th' Immortal dies!
Who can explore his strange design?
In vain the firstborn seraph tries
to sound the depths of love divine.
'Tis mercy all! Let earth adore;
let angel minds inquire no more.
'Tis mercy all! Let earth adore;
let angel minds inquire no more.
Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
fast bound in sin and nature's night;
thine eye diffused a quickening ray;
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
my chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed thee.
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed thee.
No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in him, is mine;
alive in him, my living Head,
and clothed in righteousness divine,
bold I approach th' eternal throne,
and claim the crown, through Christ my own.
Bold I approach th' eternal throne,
and claim the crown, through Christ my own.
Charles Wesley
And can it be that I should gain
an interest in the Savior's blood!
Died he for me? who caused his pain!
For me? who him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be
that thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
Amazing love! How can it be
that thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
'Tis mystery all: th' Immortal dies!
Who can explore his strange design?
In vain the firstborn seraph tries
to sound the depths of love divine.
'Tis mercy all! Let earth adore;
let angel minds inquire no more.
'Tis mercy all! Let earth adore;
let angel minds inquire no more.
Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
fast bound in sin and nature's night;
thine eye diffused a quickening ray;
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
my chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed thee.
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed thee.
No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in him, is mine;
alive in him, my living Head,
and clothed in righteousness divine,
bold I approach th' eternal throne,
and claim the crown, through Christ my own.
Bold I approach th' eternal throne,
and claim the crown, through Christ my own.
Charles Wesley
Saturday, April 02, 2011
April 02, 2011
A Random Act of Kindness
Read James 2:1-4
A few weeks ago I was helping out at the annual Detroit Winter Blast in support of Matrix Human Services which the designated charity for the event. My job was simple. Stand at the entry gate and collect a book, a canned food donation or a dollar. Proceeds would be distributed to those in need.
As you can imagine, many forgot their food and or book donation so I was collecting a lot of dollar bills and making change. As is my habit, I did not really read all the directions for volunteers, and came to the event dressed warmly, but with mittens, which are not ideal for making change. So I abandoned the mittens.
My shift was the last shift of the last day, so we were short of volunteers at my station. That made me a little nervous, as I had a lot of dollar bills in my Home Depot apron. There was a woman standing by the entryway who looked a little “rough around the edges”. She was talking to me periodically, and it was evident she had had a few cocktails. Again, I felt a little nervous.
After a bit the woman approached me with a pair of fingerless gloves. She said, “please take these, they will keep your hands warm, and you can still make change.” I looked at her in surprise, and protested that she should keep her gloves. She opened her coat and said, “look, I have an extra pair of gloves, please use the fingerless gloves.” I thanked, her and donned the gloves. She was correct, the gloves really helped keep me warm.
But the woman did more for me than just keep my hands warm that day. She reminded me of so many lessons taught by Jesus. They were lessons, I temporarily forgot. Jesus taught us not to judge others. Jesus taught us to be generous. Jesus taught us that a gift from someone with limited means is a very special gift. There is nothing like receiving a random act of kindness to adjust one’s perspective.
Nancy Grose
Read James 2:1-4
A few weeks ago I was helping out at the annual Detroit Winter Blast in support of Matrix Human Services which the designated charity for the event. My job was simple. Stand at the entry gate and collect a book, a canned food donation or a dollar. Proceeds would be distributed to those in need.
As you can imagine, many forgot their food and or book donation so I was collecting a lot of dollar bills and making change. As is my habit, I did not really read all the directions for volunteers, and came to the event dressed warmly, but with mittens, which are not ideal for making change. So I abandoned the mittens.
My shift was the last shift of the last day, so we were short of volunteers at my station. That made me a little nervous, as I had a lot of dollar bills in my Home Depot apron. There was a woman standing by the entryway who looked a little “rough around the edges”. She was talking to me periodically, and it was evident she had had a few cocktails. Again, I felt a little nervous.
After a bit the woman approached me with a pair of fingerless gloves. She said, “please take these, they will keep your hands warm, and you can still make change.” I looked at her in surprise, and protested that she should keep her gloves. She opened her coat and said, “look, I have an extra pair of gloves, please use the fingerless gloves.” I thanked, her and donned the gloves. She was correct, the gloves really helped keep me warm.
But the woman did more for me than just keep my hands warm that day. She reminded me of so many lessons taught by Jesus. They were lessons, I temporarily forgot. Jesus taught us not to judge others. Jesus taught us to be generous. Jesus taught us that a gift from someone with limited means is a very special gift. There is nothing like receiving a random act of kindness to adjust one’s perspective.
Nancy Grose
Friday, April 01, 2011
April 01, 2011
What Would Faith Do????
Read Galatians 6:2-5, 9-10
We all know the answer, faith would move a mountain! We’ve all heard, it’s written in scripture, faith can move a mountain. Having climbed the highest one on the lower 48 in the dead of winter I have a unique perspective on this. In the last few years though, I’ve found myself overwhelmed at times, often wondering how I’m going to get it all done. In our case we don’t worry about where the next job is coming from, we’re more often worried about how to complete all the jobs we have in time to keep customers happy and also keep the job profitable. The Lovely and Gracious JeriLynn and I are now running 3 separate and distinctly different companies. It can be overwhelming at times.
After a chance meeting with a rather unassuming little woman though, I’ve gained strength when I need it. This unique and singular person has the power to literally move mountains, mountains of food. She’s in charge of feeding over 20,000 meals a week to those without. Appropriately, her name is Faith.
When I go to bed at night, if I’ve had some failing at work, I’ll likely get another chance to fix it tomorrow with only a few people uncomfortable for a while. If she fails by even 10%, then 2,000 people go without a meal. The boundless energy and faith in her organization is truly something to behold.
Now when I feel overwhelmed I ask myself, “What would Faith do?” The answer of course is, she would continue to move the mountain, one piece at a time. If you’d like to help her, log onto http://www.casscommunity.org.
Ron Draper
Read Galatians 6:2-5, 9-10
We all know the answer, faith would move a mountain! We’ve all heard, it’s written in scripture, faith can move a mountain. Having climbed the highest one on the lower 48 in the dead of winter I have a unique perspective on this. In the last few years though, I’ve found myself overwhelmed at times, often wondering how I’m going to get it all done. In our case we don’t worry about where the next job is coming from, we’re more often worried about how to complete all the jobs we have in time to keep customers happy and also keep the job profitable. The Lovely and Gracious JeriLynn and I are now running 3 separate and distinctly different companies. It can be overwhelming at times.
After a chance meeting with a rather unassuming little woman though, I’ve gained strength when I need it. This unique and singular person has the power to literally move mountains, mountains of food. She’s in charge of feeding over 20,000 meals a week to those without. Appropriately, her name is Faith.
When I go to bed at night, if I’ve had some failing at work, I’ll likely get another chance to fix it tomorrow with only a few people uncomfortable for a while. If she fails by even 10%, then 2,000 people go without a meal. The boundless energy and faith in her organization is truly something to behold.
Now when I feel overwhelmed I ask myself, “What would Faith do?” The answer of course is, she would continue to move the mountain, one piece at a time. If you’d like to help her, log onto http://www.casscommunity.org.
Ron Draper
Thursday, March 31, 2011
March 31, 2011
A Story
Read: Psalm 121:1-8
It is time for the young Cherokee Indian boy to participate in one of the most important rites of his tribe.
His father takes him into the forest, blindfolded, and leaves him all alone. The youth is required to sit on a stump the whole night, and not to take off the blindfold until the rays of the sun shine through it the next morning.
He is all by himself. He cannot cry out for help to anyone. Once he survives the night, he becomes a man.
He cannot tell any of the younger boys anything about this experience, for each boy must come into his own manhood.
The boy is terrified. He can hear all kinds of noises!! Wild beasts are all around him.
His imagination stirs up wild sights and sounds! There may even be some humans who are there to hurt him.
The wind blows the grass and stirs the earth and seems to shake the stump where he sits. Still, he sits still, very still, never removing the blindfold, for this is the only way he can become a man.
Finally, after a horrific night, the sun has appeared and he removes his blindfold. It is only then that he sees his father, sitting on the stump next to him, where he has been watching over him the whole long night.
Anonymous
Read: Psalm 121:1-8
It is time for the young Cherokee Indian boy to participate in one of the most important rites of his tribe.
His father takes him into the forest, blindfolded, and leaves him all alone. The youth is required to sit on a stump the whole night, and not to take off the blindfold until the rays of the sun shine through it the next morning.
He is all by himself. He cannot cry out for help to anyone. Once he survives the night, he becomes a man.
He cannot tell any of the younger boys anything about this experience, for each boy must come into his own manhood.
The boy is terrified. He can hear all kinds of noises!! Wild beasts are all around him.
His imagination stirs up wild sights and sounds! There may even be some humans who are there to hurt him.
The wind blows the grass and stirs the earth and seems to shake the stump where he sits. Still, he sits still, very still, never removing the blindfold, for this is the only way he can become a man.
Finally, after a horrific night, the sun has appeared and he removes his blindfold. It is only then that he sees his father, sitting on the stump next to him, where he has been watching over him the whole long night.
Anonymous
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
March 30, 2011
Central to Life
Read: Psalm 100:1-5
This winter I am continuing a class I started in the Fall regarding the history of western music. Right now we are just finishing up Beethoven and about to start the Romantic Period. Last September one of the first things our teacher told us was that the history of western music is pretty much the history of Christian church music at least up to the Renaissance. Even after this time, enormous amounts of Christian church music was written especially after the Reformation and the evolution of protestant music .
In the Middle Ages the church was the center for learning and the music composed during that time for the church such as the Gregorian chants was written down and is therefore available to us today. A lot of secular music was not written down so there is not historical record for us to refer to. After the Reformation Martin Luther wrote some of the first protestant hymns to get the congregation involved in the worship service. Members of the congregations were not to be merely on lookers but active participants.
What has struck me in this class is how central the church was for people in these time periods. It is true that with the Renaissance and after, people started questioning religious faith and the church. Martin Luther, of course, was a major player in the scrutiny and criticism of the church. Furthermore people valued reason over faith and the position of the church in the lives Christians shifted, but the church still had a huge influence in the daily lives of a lot of Europeans.
I am not suggesting that we return to the Middle Ages and these other time periods with the Inquisitions, burning of witches, the Crusades, the 30 Years Wars, and antisemitism just to name a few of the travesties that have haunted the Christian church since these times. But Lent in particular is a time to return our focus to what our faith means to us and what a difference it can make in our lives and the lives of those we come in contact with.
Vivian Anderson
Read: Psalm 100:1-5
This winter I am continuing a class I started in the Fall regarding the history of western music. Right now we are just finishing up Beethoven and about to start the Romantic Period. Last September one of the first things our teacher told us was that the history of western music is pretty much the history of Christian church music at least up to the Renaissance. Even after this time, enormous amounts of Christian church music was written especially after the Reformation and the evolution of protestant music .
In the Middle Ages the church was the center for learning and the music composed during that time for the church such as the Gregorian chants was written down and is therefore available to us today. A lot of secular music was not written down so there is not historical record for us to refer to. After the Reformation Martin Luther wrote some of the first protestant hymns to get the congregation involved in the worship service. Members of the congregations were not to be merely on lookers but active participants.
What has struck me in this class is how central the church was for people in these time periods. It is true that with the Renaissance and after, people started questioning religious faith and the church. Martin Luther, of course, was a major player in the scrutiny and criticism of the church. Furthermore people valued reason over faith and the position of the church in the lives Christians shifted, but the church still had a huge influence in the daily lives of a lot of Europeans.
I am not suggesting that we return to the Middle Ages and these other time periods with the Inquisitions, burning of witches, the Crusades, the 30 Years Wars, and antisemitism just to name a few of the travesties that have haunted the Christian church since these times. But Lent in particular is a time to return our focus to what our faith means to us and what a difference it can make in our lives and the lives of those we come in contact with.
Vivian Anderson
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
March 29, 2011
GOD WILL TAKE CARE OF YOU
Read: 2 Corinthians 1: 1-5
One night when I was lying awake in my bed I heard footsteps from above me in more than one place at a time. Knowing that only my sister slept upstairs I assumed my dog was up there with her, but just seconds later I heard him outside my door.
I felt so scared that burglars were upstairs, I started to pray. Once I said Amen, I truly felt comforted… I really felt as though God was right there in my room with me.
I slept soundly that night.
Prayer: Thank you God for always being there to protect us. Amen.
By: Faith Rumpp
Read: 2 Corinthians 1: 1-5
One night when I was lying awake in my bed I heard footsteps from above me in more than one place at a time. Knowing that only my sister slept upstairs I assumed my dog was up there with her, but just seconds later I heard him outside my door.
I felt so scared that burglars were upstairs, I started to pray. Once I said Amen, I truly felt comforted… I really felt as though God was right there in my room with me.
I slept soundly that night.
Prayer: Thank you God for always being there to protect us. Amen.
By: Faith Rumpp
Monday, March 28, 2011
March 28, 2011
Giving Thanks Always
Read: 1 Thessalonians 5:16-28
I saw a beautiful sunset the other day. The clouds were afire with red, orange, and pink against the deepening blue of the sky.
I said to myself, “that is gorgeous.”
I was having dinner at home one night the other week. The salad was great – mixed greens, tomatoes, pine nuts, all that good stuff. The pasta was cooked perfectly, and the sauce was just right.
I said to myself, “this is delicious.”
I took my son’s artwork and put it on the refrigerator door (where else?). The colours were vibrant, the energy of his painting made me smile just to look at it.
I said to myself, “that’s a great picture.”
Each of those scenes is easy to imagine, but they just don’t quite ring true.
• Putting Christian’s picture on the fridge, I should have told him how nice I thought it was, not myself.
• Eating the food Heidi had made, I should have told her how delicious it was, not myself.
• Seeing that sunset, I should have told God how beautiful it was, not myself.
When we’re with people we love, we want to tell them how much we love them. We want to thank them for what they’ve done for us. We want to be in conversation with them.
That sunset image is my gateway to a revived prayer life. After all, I’m always in the presence of God, so why am I not talking with Him? He wants us to know Him, just as He already knows us, and what’s better than a good chat to really get to know someone?
Prayer: Father, keep us always aware of your presence, and help us to remember that you’re always more ready to hear us than we are to talk or pray. Give us an awareness of your listening presence, so that we’ll be more ready to chat with you – all the time. Amen.
Charlie van Becelaere
Read: 1 Thessalonians 5:16-28
I saw a beautiful sunset the other day. The clouds were afire with red, orange, and pink against the deepening blue of the sky.
I said to myself, “that is gorgeous.”
I was having dinner at home one night the other week. The salad was great – mixed greens, tomatoes, pine nuts, all that good stuff. The pasta was cooked perfectly, and the sauce was just right.
I said to myself, “this is delicious.”
I took my son’s artwork and put it on the refrigerator door (where else?). The colours were vibrant, the energy of his painting made me smile just to look at it.
I said to myself, “that’s a great picture.”
Each of those scenes is easy to imagine, but they just don’t quite ring true.
• Putting Christian’s picture on the fridge, I should have told him how nice I thought it was, not myself.
• Eating the food Heidi had made, I should have told her how delicious it was, not myself.
• Seeing that sunset, I should have told God how beautiful it was, not myself.
When we’re with people we love, we want to tell them how much we love them. We want to thank them for what they’ve done for us. We want to be in conversation with them.
That sunset image is my gateway to a revived prayer life. After all, I’m always in the presence of God, so why am I not talking with Him? He wants us to know Him, just as He already knows us, and what’s better than a good chat to really get to know someone?
Prayer: Father, keep us always aware of your presence, and help us to remember that you’re always more ready to hear us than we are to talk or pray. Give us an awareness of your listening presence, so that we’ll be more ready to chat with you – all the time. Amen.
Charlie van Becelaere
Sunday, March 27, 2011
March 27, 2011
O, For a Thousand Tongues to Sing
O, for a thousand tongues to sing
my great Redeemer's praise,
the glories of my God and King,
the triumphs of his grace!
My gracious Master and my God,
assist me to proclaim,
to spread through all the earth abroad
the honors of thy name.
Jesus! the name that charms our fears,
that bids our sorrows cease;
'tis music in the sinner's ears,
'tis life, and health, and peace.
He breaks the power of canceled sin,
he sets the prisoner free;
his blood can make the foulest clean;
his blood availed for me.
He speaks, and listening to his voice,
new life the dead receive;
the mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
the humble poor believe.
Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,
your loosened tongues employ;
ye blind, behold your savior come,
and leap, ye lame, for joy.
In Christ, your head, you then shall know,
shall feel your sins forgiven;
anticipate your heaven below,
and own that love is heaven.
Charles Wesley
O, for a thousand tongues to sing
my great Redeemer's praise,
the glories of my God and King,
the triumphs of his grace!
My gracious Master and my God,
assist me to proclaim,
to spread through all the earth abroad
the honors of thy name.
Jesus! the name that charms our fears,
that bids our sorrows cease;
'tis music in the sinner's ears,
'tis life, and health, and peace.
He breaks the power of canceled sin,
he sets the prisoner free;
his blood can make the foulest clean;
his blood availed for me.
He speaks, and listening to his voice,
new life the dead receive;
the mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
the humble poor believe.
Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,
your loosened tongues employ;
ye blind, behold your savior come,
and leap, ye lame, for joy.
In Christ, your head, you then shall know,
shall feel your sins forgiven;
anticipate your heaven below,
and own that love is heaven.
Charles Wesley
Saturday, March 26, 2011
March 26, 2011
Small Things
Read: 1 Kings 19:9-13
I struggled to find some inspiring event to write about for the 2011 Lenten devotions. I tried to remember some major, impressive thing that I’ve experienced this year. Then, in January, Charlie made a request for devotions, emphasizing that devotions are about how God has touched us, even in small ways. Those small things tend to be forgotten because they are, well, small, but something happened to me in early February that made me stop and think.
Part of my daily prayers is to ask for the wisdom and strength to help care for my 90-plus year old aunt in a way that’s best for her. I also ask God to keep all members of my family safe and healthy.
On this particular day I had an appointment. I planned to drop by to see my aunt on my way home. I left my appointment and, as I got in my car, I thought again about stopping to see my aunt. I planned to do it. I meant to do it. I even wanted to do it. I drove out of the parking lot and promptly made a turn that would take me home without driving past my aunt’s place.
As I pulled into my driveway I slapped myself on the forehead, kind of Homer Simpson-like, and told myself I had forgotten all about seeing my aunt. With the price of gas I hate to backtrack but I figured I’d go into my house, grab a cup of coffee, then go back to see her.
When I walked into the house Lynn was quickly getting ready to leave. It was somewhat earlier than she would normally be on the move if she wasn’t going to work. She called to me, told me our granddaughter Anna was sick, and asked me if I could go pick her up from day care so she could make it to her pediatrician’s office for a rapidly approaching, suddenly made appointment.
All’s well that ends well. Anna got to the doctor on time and I got to see my aunt but I wonder why that chain of events occurred the way it did. If I had stopped to see my aunt first, I would not have made it home in time to get Anna from day care. If, upon my arrival at home, I had immediately pulled out of the driveway to go see my aunt instead of deciding I needed to fortify myself with a cup of coffee, I would have left Lynn with no help in getting Anna to the doctor. Instead, everything happened in the right order so that the most immediate need was met.
Does God move me like a chess piece, controlling my every action during the day? I don’t believe so but I do believe he provides a nudge in the right direction once in a while and I believe he got me to where I needed to be on that morning.
Fred Van de Putte
Read: 1 Kings 19:9-13
I struggled to find some inspiring event to write about for the 2011 Lenten devotions. I tried to remember some major, impressive thing that I’ve experienced this year. Then, in January, Charlie made a request for devotions, emphasizing that devotions are about how God has touched us, even in small ways. Those small things tend to be forgotten because they are, well, small, but something happened to me in early February that made me stop and think.
Part of my daily prayers is to ask for the wisdom and strength to help care for my 90-plus year old aunt in a way that’s best for her. I also ask God to keep all members of my family safe and healthy.
On this particular day I had an appointment. I planned to drop by to see my aunt on my way home. I left my appointment and, as I got in my car, I thought again about stopping to see my aunt. I planned to do it. I meant to do it. I even wanted to do it. I drove out of the parking lot and promptly made a turn that would take me home without driving past my aunt’s place.
As I pulled into my driveway I slapped myself on the forehead, kind of Homer Simpson-like, and told myself I had forgotten all about seeing my aunt. With the price of gas I hate to backtrack but I figured I’d go into my house, grab a cup of coffee, then go back to see her.
When I walked into the house Lynn was quickly getting ready to leave. It was somewhat earlier than she would normally be on the move if she wasn’t going to work. She called to me, told me our granddaughter Anna was sick, and asked me if I could go pick her up from day care so she could make it to her pediatrician’s office for a rapidly approaching, suddenly made appointment.
All’s well that ends well. Anna got to the doctor on time and I got to see my aunt but I wonder why that chain of events occurred the way it did. If I had stopped to see my aunt first, I would not have made it home in time to get Anna from day care. If, upon my arrival at home, I had immediately pulled out of the driveway to go see my aunt instead of deciding I needed to fortify myself with a cup of coffee, I would have left Lynn with no help in getting Anna to the doctor. Instead, everything happened in the right order so that the most immediate need was met.
Does God move me like a chess piece, controlling my every action during the day? I don’t believe so but I do believe he provides a nudge in the right direction once in a while and I believe he got me to where I needed to be on that morning.
Fred Van de Putte
Friday, March 25, 2011
March 25, 2011
Attitudes
Read: Matthew 6:25-34
Back in 2005 I wrote a devotion about starting each day with a positive attitude. I included a chart with options for an attitude for the day.
The chart was
I am amending the chart to move 100% below the line. It does not do the job because it could mean 100% of a whole lot of conditions. Anyone can have a bad attitude and I hope nobody wants to be 100% grumpy.
Each day you choose your outlook because you are in charge. You are responsible for your own joy and happiness. Once you have chosen an outlook for the day, it is important that you share it. You need to notify your face so others will know and can share in your good mood and positive outlook. Starting the day in a positive frame of mind can improve the outlook of others. You don't lift the spirits of others by sending the signal “get out of my way or someone may get hurt.”
It doesn't matter what yesterday was, today is a new beginning. What's past is past, and it's time to forget and look forward to all of God's blessings.
Sharing joy and happiness is infectious. Once you have lifted the spirits of another, that makes two of you doing the work of making the day better. There are always people who are fun to be around because they are uplifting. It's easy to be one of those. Just be one of them!
Jack Van Becelaere
Read: Matthew 6:25-34
Back in 2005 I wrote a devotion about starting each day with a positive attitude. I included a chart with options for an attitude for the day.
The chart was
- Stellar
- Superb
- Marvelous
- Great or Outstanding
- 100%
I am amending the chart to move 100% below the line. It does not do the job because it could mean 100% of a whole lot of conditions. Anyone can have a bad attitude and I hope nobody wants to be 100% grumpy.
Each day you choose your outlook because you are in charge. You are responsible for your own joy and happiness. Once you have chosen an outlook for the day, it is important that you share it. You need to notify your face so others will know and can share in your good mood and positive outlook. Starting the day in a positive frame of mind can improve the outlook of others. You don't lift the spirits of others by sending the signal “get out of my way or someone may get hurt.”
It doesn't matter what yesterday was, today is a new beginning. What's past is past, and it's time to forget and look forward to all of God's blessings.
Sharing joy and happiness is infectious. Once you have lifted the spirits of another, that makes two of you doing the work of making the day better. There are always people who are fun to be around because they are uplifting. It's easy to be one of those. Just be one of them!
Jack Van Becelaere
Thursday, March 24, 2011
March 24, 2011
An Example of Youth living their Faith
Read: 1 Timothy 4:12
At the church we attend in Florida we witnessed an excellent example of youth participation in church life. As is the case in many churches today, the budget was running a deficit. About six weeks ago at the Sunday service the minister announced he had gotten a call from three brothers with an idea to help reduce the deficit.
The boys, ages 11,12 and 14, are from Canada and are only in Florida for four months in the winter. At their family farm in Canada, the boys tap their maple trees and produce their own maple syrup. Their idea was to take the years production of syrup and sell it at church after the Sunday services. They would then donate one-half of the money raised toward the church deficit. They hoped to raise $500 for the church.
The offer was so well received that not only did people at church purchase syrup, but because of exposure over the church web-site, many dollars were received from internet donations.
Last Sunday the boys presented a check for $3,075. A great example of young people living their faith.
Sara and Jack Wooton
Read: 1 Timothy 4:12
At the church we attend in Florida we witnessed an excellent example of youth participation in church life. As is the case in many churches today, the budget was running a deficit. About six weeks ago at the Sunday service the minister announced he had gotten a call from three brothers with an idea to help reduce the deficit.
The boys, ages 11,12 and 14, are from Canada and are only in Florida for four months in the winter. At their family farm in Canada, the boys tap their maple trees and produce their own maple syrup. Their idea was to take the years production of syrup and sell it at church after the Sunday services. They would then donate one-half of the money raised toward the church deficit. They hoped to raise $500 for the church.
The offer was so well received that not only did people at church purchase syrup, but because of exposure over the church web-site, many dollars were received from internet donations.
Last Sunday the boys presented a check for $3,075. A great example of young people living their faith.
Sara and Jack Wooton
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
March 23, 2011
A Challenge or an Adventure
Read: Psalm 119:97-105
“When God closes a door, he opens a window.”
That thought lingers in my mind very often, especially after August of 2001 when our only daughter died during childbirth. I wrote about it in our Lenten Devotions Booklet a couple of years ago.
Approximately fifteen years ago, I went through a period wondering why I was on this earth...... What was I doing to contribute positively to everyday life and to the future? What was I doing to make this a better world to live in? What was I going to do in my retirement? And, in the scheme of things, did I really matter?
I have come to learn through these past 15 years or so, that I really do matter. That with God’s guidance and help, anything is possible. I may not like that anything is possible, but it is true. We only need to pray for his guidance and he is there to help all of us, including me.
The year of 2010 has been a constant challenge for our family. We struggle with chronic progressive illnesses. Remember the movie entitled, “Pay It Forward and Back.” I can relate to that since starting and facilitating a Parkinson’s Support Group for P.D. patients and their caregivers. GPUMC has been kind to let us use one of their rooms for our meetings once monthly. Betty Durkin is my co-chair when not in Florida. This Group Qualifies as an active mission for our Church.
I believe now that this is, in part, why God has given me the direction and insight and put me on this earth…to lend a hand to those who may be less fortunate than I. Thank you to the people within this Church who have helped me to make this challenge…….an adventure.. Thanks be to God!!!
Karen G. Leigh
Read: Psalm 119:97-105
“When God closes a door, he opens a window.”
That thought lingers in my mind very often, especially after August of 2001 when our only daughter died during childbirth. I wrote about it in our Lenten Devotions Booklet a couple of years ago.
Approximately fifteen years ago, I went through a period wondering why I was on this earth...... What was I doing to contribute positively to everyday life and to the future? What was I doing to make this a better world to live in? What was I going to do in my retirement? And, in the scheme of things, did I really matter?
I have come to learn through these past 15 years or so, that I really do matter. That with God’s guidance and help, anything is possible. I may not like that anything is possible, but it is true. We only need to pray for his guidance and he is there to help all of us, including me.
The year of 2010 has been a constant challenge for our family. We struggle with chronic progressive illnesses. Remember the movie entitled, “Pay It Forward and Back.” I can relate to that since starting and facilitating a Parkinson’s Support Group for P.D. patients and their caregivers. GPUMC has been kind to let us use one of their rooms for our meetings once monthly. Betty Durkin is my co-chair when not in Florida. This Group Qualifies as an active mission for our Church.
I believe now that this is, in part, why God has given me the direction and insight and put me on this earth…to lend a hand to those who may be less fortunate than I. Thank you to the people within this Church who have helped me to make this challenge…….an adventure.. Thanks be to God!!!
Karen G. Leigh
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
March 22, 2011
CATS AND CHRISTIANITY - PART 2
Read: Genesis 1:24-25
Today we will look at the positive characteristics cats can teach humans:
LOVE: Our pets give us unqualified love - supernatural, unconditional, and sacrificial love - as embodied in our Lord Jesus Christ. They do not care if we are good-looking or homely, thin or heavy, tall or short, rich or poor, black or white, red or yellow. They just love us! No strings attached! No prejudices, no bigotry! They just give us true and unadulterated love. Think what the world would be like if we humans were like that.
LOYALTY: Pets have been known to risk their own lives for the sake of helping or saving their humans. They do not abandon us humans if we're occasionally bad-tempered, non-responsive, or preoccupied. We appreciate, seek, and respond to the loyalty of our pets. Just as God appreciates, seeks, and responds to our loyalty to our fellow human beings and, most especially, to him.
PATIENCE: Time is of no importance to a cat. It will wait with infinite patience for its prey ... or its human to appear. Paul lists patience as one of the fruits of the spirit. It is an important and necessary trait for a Christian, especially here in America where instant results and instant gratification are a way of life. American Christians tend to pray, "Lord, give me patience ... and give it to me now!" But God is not tied to space and time and he is definitely not on the world's time schedule. We need to "wait patiently for God" and not run ahead of Him. It's when we get ahead of God that we get into trouble and make a mess of things.
ADAPTABILITY: Animals are very adaptable to situations and conditions - it's how they survive. Christians must adapt to the conditions of our world and culture without compromising our faith. We basically must adapt to living in a hostile environment where we reside as aliens. We are conditioned by our faith to respond, not to react. As Paul said, "I have learned to be content in whatever situation I am."
So "Ask the animals and they will teach you."
DEAR LORD, we thank you for the animals you created to be our companions and friends. Help us to observe them and learn from them to be the humans you would have us to be. AMEN.
Noelle Landin
(Inspired by "Cats in the Parsonage" by Clair Shaffer, Jr.)
Read: Genesis 1:24-25
Today we will look at the positive characteristics cats can teach humans:
LOVE: Our pets give us unqualified love - supernatural, unconditional, and sacrificial love - as embodied in our Lord Jesus Christ. They do not care if we are good-looking or homely, thin or heavy, tall or short, rich or poor, black or white, red or yellow. They just love us! No strings attached! No prejudices, no bigotry! They just give us true and unadulterated love. Think what the world would be like if we humans were like that.
LOYALTY: Pets have been known to risk their own lives for the sake of helping or saving their humans. They do not abandon us humans if we're occasionally bad-tempered, non-responsive, or preoccupied. We appreciate, seek, and respond to the loyalty of our pets. Just as God appreciates, seeks, and responds to our loyalty to our fellow human beings and, most especially, to him.
PATIENCE: Time is of no importance to a cat. It will wait with infinite patience for its prey ... or its human to appear. Paul lists patience as one of the fruits of the spirit. It is an important and necessary trait for a Christian, especially here in America where instant results and instant gratification are a way of life. American Christians tend to pray, "Lord, give me patience ... and give it to me now!" But God is not tied to space and time and he is definitely not on the world's time schedule. We need to "wait patiently for God" and not run ahead of Him. It's when we get ahead of God that we get into trouble and make a mess of things.
ADAPTABILITY: Animals are very adaptable to situations and conditions - it's how they survive. Christians must adapt to the conditions of our world and culture without compromising our faith. We basically must adapt to living in a hostile environment where we reside as aliens. We are conditioned by our faith to respond, not to react. As Paul said, "I have learned to be content in whatever situation I am."
So "Ask the animals and they will teach you."
DEAR LORD, we thank you for the animals you created to be our companions and friends. Help us to observe them and learn from them to be the humans you would have us to be. AMEN.
Noelle Landin
(Inspired by "Cats in the Parsonage" by Clair Shaffer, Jr.)
Monday, March 21, 2011
March 21, 2011
CATS AND CHRISTIANITY - PART 1
"Ask the animals and they will teach you." -Job 12:7
"Christians are like cats, or at least they should be. What does a cat do when he gets dirty? He goes somewhere secluded and cleans himself up. Isn't that what a Christian should do when he/she gets dirty - i.e. sins? Go somewhere alone with God and get cleaned up."
-Dr. Stuart Lease, President of Lancaster Bible College
Cats and Christians have many negative and positive characteristics in common. God can teach us many lessons through our pets - in this case, our cats. Today in Part 1, we will look at some negative characteristics of cats:
CURIOSITY: Curiosity killed the cat. Cats are extremely curious and this often leads to their demise. Curiosity can also have its drawbacks for us humans. The world and culture in which we live offer many allurements which can be destructive to our spiritual growth.- When we Christians take our eyes off God and become curious about the things of the world, we get in trouble. Remember Adam and Eve? But for their curiosity about the Tree of Knowledge, we might all be living in the garden right now!
INDEPENDENCE & STUBBORNNESS: Another trait very obvious in cats. We too can develop that "I can and will do it myself' attitude. Especially here in America, where an individualistic and independent spirit is cherished and admired. Self-sufficiency and a can-do attitude are admirable traits if held in check and used FOR God and not against him. Fellowship, especially to the Methodist, is a large part of our religious experience. We mustn't be TOO independent!
FEAR: Cats really do deserve the term "scaredy cat." They are easily startled and frightened by sudden movement and loud noises. Fear can be beneficial to protecting ourselves, but it can also be paralyzing, preventing us from doing what we need to do. Think of all the references to "fear" in the Bible. All the "FEAR NOTs!" from angels, Jesus, God, and Paul. If we believe in and trust in God, we will not allow fear to overcome us.
Tomorrow in Part 2 we will look at the more positive role model of cats.
DEAR LORD, help us to use curiosity, independence, stubbornness, and fear in ways that lead us to you and your kingdom, not away from you. AMEN.
Noelle Landin
"Ask the animals and they will teach you." -Job 12:7
"Christians are like cats, or at least they should be. What does a cat do when he gets dirty? He goes somewhere secluded and cleans himself up. Isn't that what a Christian should do when he/she gets dirty - i.e. sins? Go somewhere alone with God and get cleaned up."
-Dr. Stuart Lease, President of Lancaster Bible College
Cats and Christians have many negative and positive characteristics in common. God can teach us many lessons through our pets - in this case, our cats. Today in Part 1, we will look at some negative characteristics of cats:
CURIOSITY: Curiosity killed the cat. Cats are extremely curious and this often leads to their demise. Curiosity can also have its drawbacks for us humans. The world and culture in which we live offer many allurements which can be destructive to our spiritual growth.- When we Christians take our eyes off God and become curious about the things of the world, we get in trouble. Remember Adam and Eve? But for their curiosity about the Tree of Knowledge, we might all be living in the garden right now!
INDEPENDENCE & STUBBORNNESS: Another trait very obvious in cats. We too can develop that "I can and will do it myself' attitude. Especially here in America, where an individualistic and independent spirit is cherished and admired. Self-sufficiency and a can-do attitude are admirable traits if held in check and used FOR God and not against him. Fellowship, especially to the Methodist, is a large part of our religious experience. We mustn't be TOO independent!
FEAR: Cats really do deserve the term "scaredy cat." They are easily startled and frightened by sudden movement and loud noises. Fear can be beneficial to protecting ourselves, but it can also be paralyzing, preventing us from doing what we need to do. Think of all the references to "fear" in the Bible. All the "FEAR NOTs!" from angels, Jesus, God, and Paul. If we believe in and trust in God, we will not allow fear to overcome us.
Tomorrow in Part 2 we will look at the more positive role model of cats.
DEAR LORD, help us to use curiosity, independence, stubbornness, and fear in ways that lead us to you and your kingdom, not away from you. AMEN.
Noelle Landin
Sunday, March 20, 2011
March 20, 2011
Here, O My Lord, I See Thee Face to Face
Here, O my Lord, I see thee face to face;
here would I touch and handle things unseen;
here grasp with firmer hand eternal grace,
and all my weariness upon thee lean.
This is the hour of banquet and of song;
this is the heavenly table spread for me;
here let me feast, and feasting, still prolong
the hallowed hour of fellowship with thee.
Here would I feed upon the bread of God,
here drink with thee the royal wine of heaven;
here would I lay aside each earthly load,
here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.
Too soon we rise; the symbols disappear;
the feast, though not the love, is past and gone.
The bread and wine remove; but thou art here,
nearer than ever, still my shield and sun.
Feast after feast thus comes and passes by;
yet, passing, points to the glad feast above,
giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy,
the Lamb's great bridal feast of bliss and love.
Horatius Bonar
Here, O my Lord, I see thee face to face;
here would I touch and handle things unseen;
here grasp with firmer hand eternal grace,
and all my weariness upon thee lean.
This is the hour of banquet and of song;
this is the heavenly table spread for me;
here let me feast, and feasting, still prolong
the hallowed hour of fellowship with thee.
Here would I feed upon the bread of God,
here drink with thee the royal wine of heaven;
here would I lay aside each earthly load,
here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.
Too soon we rise; the symbols disappear;
the feast, though not the love, is past and gone.
The bread and wine remove; but thou art here,
nearer than ever, still my shield and sun.
Feast after feast thus comes and passes by;
yet, passing, points to the glad feast above,
giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy,
the Lamb's great bridal feast of bliss and love.
Horatius Bonar
Saturday, March 19, 2011
March 19, 2011
By My Side
Read: Hebrews 13:1-3
While standing in Borders book store, perusing the game section, I noticed a slim volume lying on top of a row of books; obviously having nothing to do with games. It was titled “May You Always Have an Angel by Your Side.” I leafed through it, admiring the lovely pastel illustrations and gentle quotes and poems. Immediately I wanted to gift a friend who was experiencing too many cloudy days.
The book was priced prohibitively at $16.95, but on the cover was slapped a $2.50 price tag! I felt I was meant to buy this book. Was it a coincidence that I was there and found the book by chance? Or was I meant to be the catalyst delivering it to someone in need of gentle words? It doesn’t really matter. It was a good thing.
The same week, a casual friend wished me save traveling, and “may the angels be with me.” More angels! In my world, angels are messengers of God’s love and of comfort and caring. I think we all can experience angels among us. Some are wonderful people who rise above the ordinary, giving unselfishly to others in need. I think we each have an angel within us. May we find our inner angel when we see someone in need of our special care.
Blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed. John 20:29
You shall love your neighbor as yourself. Mark 12:31
Sarah Frakes
Read: Hebrews 13:1-3
While standing in Borders book store, perusing the game section, I noticed a slim volume lying on top of a row of books; obviously having nothing to do with games. It was titled “May You Always Have an Angel by Your Side.” I leafed through it, admiring the lovely pastel illustrations and gentle quotes and poems. Immediately I wanted to gift a friend who was experiencing too many cloudy days.
The book was priced prohibitively at $16.95, but on the cover was slapped a $2.50 price tag! I felt I was meant to buy this book. Was it a coincidence that I was there and found the book by chance? Or was I meant to be the catalyst delivering it to someone in need of gentle words? It doesn’t really matter. It was a good thing.
The same week, a casual friend wished me save traveling, and “may the angels be with me.” More angels! In my world, angels are messengers of God’s love and of comfort and caring. I think we all can experience angels among us. Some are wonderful people who rise above the ordinary, giving unselfishly to others in need. I think we each have an angel within us. May we find our inner angel when we see someone in need of our special care.
Blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed. John 20:29
You shall love your neighbor as yourself. Mark 12:31
Sarah Frakes
Friday, March 18, 2011
March 18, 2011
I Saw Jesus
Read: 2 Corinthians 5:16-17
We must be willing to give up what we are for what we can become ….
I saw Jesus last week. He was wearing blue jeans and an old shirt. He was at the church building. He was alone and working hard. For just a minute, He looked a little like one of our members, but it was Jesus. I could tell by His smile.
I saw Jesus last Sunday. He was teaching a Bible class. He didn’t talk real loud, or use long words, but you could tell He believed what He said. For a minute, He looked like my Sunday School teacher, but it was Jesus. I could tell by His loving voice.
I saw Jesus yesterday. He was at the hospital, visiting a friend who was sick. They prayed together quietly. For just a minute, He looked like a man I see at church, but it was Jesus. I could tell by the tears in His eyes.
I saw Jesus this morning. He was in my kitchen making my breakfast, and fixing me a special lunch. For just a minute, He looked like my Mom, but it was Jesus. I could feel the love from His heart.
I see Jesus everywhere: Taking food to the sick, welcoming others to His home, being friendly to a newcomer, and for a minute, I think He’s someone I know, but it’s always Jesus. I can tell by the way He serves.
Maybe someone will see Jesus in you today.
- Anonymous
Read: 2 Corinthians 5:16-17
We must be willing to give up what we are for what we can become ….
I saw Jesus last week. He was wearing blue jeans and an old shirt. He was at the church building. He was alone and working hard. For just a minute, He looked a little like one of our members, but it was Jesus. I could tell by His smile.
I saw Jesus last Sunday. He was teaching a Bible class. He didn’t talk real loud, or use long words, but you could tell He believed what He said. For a minute, He looked like my Sunday School teacher, but it was Jesus. I could tell by His loving voice.
I saw Jesus yesterday. He was at the hospital, visiting a friend who was sick. They prayed together quietly. For just a minute, He looked like a man I see at church, but it was Jesus. I could tell by the tears in His eyes.
I saw Jesus this morning. He was in my kitchen making my breakfast, and fixing me a special lunch. For just a minute, He looked like my Mom, but it was Jesus. I could feel the love from His heart.
I see Jesus everywhere: Taking food to the sick, welcoming others to His home, being friendly to a newcomer, and for a minute, I think He’s someone I know, but it’s always Jesus. I can tell by the way He serves.
Maybe someone will see Jesus in you today.
- Anonymous
Thursday, March 17, 2011
March 17, 2011
A Legacy for Years to Come
Read: Mark 10:13-16
I am now just back from the GPUMC Retreat at Lake Louise. What a glorious extended weekend. I am sure many of you have attended and/or have heard about the wonderful facilities and all the activities that occur.
This year, after more than 21 continuous years of attending, was particularly special for one reason: there were many families with young children that had never been there previously. It was exciting to watch their initial reaction to the Retreat Center seeing the beautiful setting in the woods, the lake overlook, and the attractive, well maintained, expansive lodge.
The real excitement for me was not that they were new to Lake Louise, but that they, as families, were participating in a Christian activity, with all age groups. Please note….there was not a TV turned on the entire time….and even the internet connection stopped working in the middle of the weekend!
So, what did these families do? Did the kids “weird out” and complain? Nope. Let me see, there was: a self-made sledding hill (lit at night with lanterns); a talent show; an endless snack table; some religious instruction; ping pong; grace at every meal; skiing; bonfires; S-Mores; walking in the woods; and an indoor water park down the road.
But perhaps the most enjoyable for me was just to see the kids playing down the hallways, living areas, in the dining hall and in front of the fireplace. They were of various age groups and genders, just goofing around and making their own fun.
What positive memories of a church activity!
These same families are the ones that are going to continue the GPUMC legacy for years to come. Thanks to all who help, not only organizing the this Retreat, but create ongoing activities for the GPUMC youth throughout the year.
Due to our increasing complicated lives, it takes effort to keep Christ in our living. May we continue to have GPUMC as a place where we can find Him.
Dave DeWitt
Read: Mark 10:13-16
I am now just back from the GPUMC Retreat at Lake Louise. What a glorious extended weekend. I am sure many of you have attended and/or have heard about the wonderful facilities and all the activities that occur.
This year, after more than 21 continuous years of attending, was particularly special for one reason: there were many families with young children that had never been there previously. It was exciting to watch their initial reaction to the Retreat Center seeing the beautiful setting in the woods, the lake overlook, and the attractive, well maintained, expansive lodge.
The real excitement for me was not that they were new to Lake Louise, but that they, as families, were participating in a Christian activity, with all age groups. Please note….there was not a TV turned on the entire time….and even the internet connection stopped working in the middle of the weekend!
So, what did these families do? Did the kids “weird out” and complain? Nope. Let me see, there was: a self-made sledding hill (lit at night with lanterns); a talent show; an endless snack table; some religious instruction; ping pong; grace at every meal; skiing; bonfires; S-Mores; walking in the woods; and an indoor water park down the road.
But perhaps the most enjoyable for me was just to see the kids playing down the hallways, living areas, in the dining hall and in front of the fireplace. They were of various age groups and genders, just goofing around and making their own fun.
What positive memories of a church activity!
These same families are the ones that are going to continue the GPUMC legacy for years to come. Thanks to all who help, not only organizing the this Retreat, but create ongoing activities for the GPUMC youth throughout the year.
Due to our increasing complicated lives, it takes effort to keep Christ in our living. May we continue to have GPUMC as a place where we can find Him.
Dave DeWitt
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
March 16, 2011
Ta Ra Ra Boom Di Aye
Read: Proverbs 22:6
Oh the pain of it all. I’m getting old and at the same time I’m becoming my mother.
As time goes on I find myself singing to myself for no apparent reason, ”Ta ra ra Boom di aye”, “Seventy six trombones and a hairy ape…”.
I’m always repeating things Mom said like “Any old port in a storm”, “Look before you leap”, “He who hesitates is lost”, “A fool and his gold are soon parted”, “Use your head, that’s what the good Lord gave it to you for”, and my own personal favorite, “As you travel down the road of life dear brother, whatever be our goal, keep your eye upon the doughnut and not upon the hole.” I find myself dancing the Tango with the Lovely & Gracious JeriLynn in the kitchen for no reason, something Mom taught me when I was a kid. I look in the mirror and tell myself the wrinkles only come where the smiles have been.
Most of all though I find myself repeating the Lord’s Prayer, something Mom taught me as soon as I could remember words. I’m not sure why or how it works, but I’m convinced it works. On the way into and out of every job I repeat the prayer. I’ve always wondered if surgeons do this. For some reason, since I started doing this several years ago everything seems to work better.
Maybe this shouldn’t be a startling revelation for someone of my age, but I never claimed to be the fastest learner in the room. I also wonder, as I always have, if there is something wrong or self serving about saying a prayer hoping something good will happen. In college philosophy classes I was taught that such things were amoral, neither good nor bad.
The older I get the less I care about those college philosophers and the more I pray, and oddly enough, the better and better things get all the time. Turns out, Mom was right all along. Ta Ra Ra Boom Di Aye!!!
Happy birthday, Mom.
Ron Draper
Read: Proverbs 22:6
Oh the pain of it all. I’m getting old and at the same time I’m becoming my mother.
As time goes on I find myself singing to myself for no apparent reason, ”Ta ra ra Boom di aye”, “Seventy six trombones and a hairy ape…”.
I’m always repeating things Mom said like “Any old port in a storm”, “Look before you leap”, “He who hesitates is lost”, “A fool and his gold are soon parted”, “Use your head, that’s what the good Lord gave it to you for”, and my own personal favorite, “As you travel down the road of life dear brother, whatever be our goal, keep your eye upon the doughnut and not upon the hole.” I find myself dancing the Tango with the Lovely & Gracious JeriLynn in the kitchen for no reason, something Mom taught me when I was a kid. I look in the mirror and tell myself the wrinkles only come where the smiles have been.
Most of all though I find myself repeating the Lord’s Prayer, something Mom taught me as soon as I could remember words. I’m not sure why or how it works, but I’m convinced it works. On the way into and out of every job I repeat the prayer. I’ve always wondered if surgeons do this. For some reason, since I started doing this several years ago everything seems to work better.
Maybe this shouldn’t be a startling revelation for someone of my age, but I never claimed to be the fastest learner in the room. I also wonder, as I always have, if there is something wrong or self serving about saying a prayer hoping something good will happen. In college philosophy classes I was taught that such things were amoral, neither good nor bad.
The older I get the less I care about those college philosophers and the more I pray, and oddly enough, the better and better things get all the time. Turns out, Mom was right all along. Ta Ra Ra Boom Di Aye!!!
Happy birthday, Mom.
Ron Draper
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
March 15, 2011
Life
Read: John 10:7-10
Send me LIFE and bill me later! That's what it said on a magazine subscription card that came wit the magazine a neighbor gave me. She also gave me the New Yorker, Condé Nast Traveler, National Geographic, and Reader's Digest. I'm grateful to her for these gifts, for there is nothing like poring over magazines to speed one's return to health.
Send me Life and bill me later! I wonder whether I can have life now, and “pay for it” later.
I've read that a person has three choices: to die, not to die, or to live. There is a difference between not dying and living. There's more to life than just being alive. And I'm sure that in order to have real LIFE, I must “pay as I go.” Not because there is some kind of bookkeeper in charge, and not because my credit isn't good, but because that is how life is.
In order to be really alive, I need to be involved with other people. I need to be open to others and really listen to them. And I need to share my thoughts and feelings.
I need to be open to God as well; to realize that I am surrounded by His love and care.
That's how to have life, and pay for it as I live it.
Glenn DeLodder
Read: John 10:7-10
Send me LIFE and bill me later! That's what it said on a magazine subscription card that came wit the magazine a neighbor gave me. She also gave me the New Yorker, Condé Nast Traveler, National Geographic, and Reader's Digest. I'm grateful to her for these gifts, for there is nothing like poring over magazines to speed one's return to health.
Send me Life and bill me later! I wonder whether I can have life now, and “pay for it” later.
I've read that a person has three choices: to die, not to die, or to live. There is a difference between not dying and living. There's more to life than just being alive. And I'm sure that in order to have real LIFE, I must “pay as I go.” Not because there is some kind of bookkeeper in charge, and not because my credit isn't good, but because that is how life is.
In order to be really alive, I need to be involved with other people. I need to be open to others and really listen to them. And I need to share my thoughts and feelings.
I need to be open to God as well; to realize that I am surrounded by His love and care.
That's how to have life, and pay for it as I live it.
Glenn DeLodder
Monday, March 14, 2011
March 14, 2011
How About a “Vision” Test?
Read: Philippians 2:1-15
“May the mind of Christ, our Saviour, live in us from day to day, by his love and power controlling all we do and say.” (Kate Wilkinson)
These words are from a hymn text I recently rediscovered in the hymnal in use at my home church when I was a youth. (They were also included in the musical benediction which concluded our worship on Feb 20.) To me, the idea of taking the mind of Christ as our example is the most uplifting, energizing, and inspiring thought I can imagine. Moving away from the ego mind that concerns itself solely with the individual, and joining with the Christ Mind allows us to rise above our seemingly separated selves onto a higher plane of consciousness, reflective of the connectedness and unity found within God’s creation.
It is so easy to get caught up in our own personal lives, and not make the effort to see how we fit into the larger picture (taking a broad view). We may feel enchained by mistaken thoughts of the past, rather than freeing ourselves through forgiveness, which leads to cleaner and brighter days ahead. Perhaps we make plans in the present and for the future without seeking divine guidance from the One Who, with infinite wisdom, can bring harmony into our affairs and relationships. To me, God’s love must be perfect, and given to all in equal measure. Certainly, the mind of Christ knows the love of God intimately and completely. We, therefore, can put our whole trust in Christ, and pattern our thoughts after his without the slightest hesitation.
The Christian path, however, is often not an easy one to take, and can be quite challenging. Happily, the church provides us with many opportunities for spiritual growth, enlightenment, and service along this chosen path. Each Sunday, we gather to worship the one true God … to strengthen our relationship to Jesus Christ, and to our Creator and Sustainer … to inspire one another to think and live at ever higher levels … to attend with all our hearts to the teachings of Jesus, in turn offering them to others we meet along the way. Numerous weekday gatherings provide additional learning opportunities as we walk the Christian path.
Try to imagine for a few moments what our world would be like if many or even most of us walking the Earth were to join our minds with the mind of Christ. Nothing short of the most remarkable transformation would take place! So we must ask ourselves if we are wiling to adopt a radically new way of seeing and thinking; for if we do, we will come to experience a new-found freedom, wholeness, and sense of well-being that will give great meaning and purpose to our lives.
The world is weary and worn and calls out for the vision of Christ that offers life rather than death, waking rather than sleeping, peace rather than war, love rather than hate. Out of sincere gratitude for the wonder of our creation – for life itself – let us choose a course with a single, unified purpose, so that the peace of God becomes our one goal, the end we seek, and the aim of all our living here. Let all the world be blessed with peace and love through us! Contemplate with care and a generous spirit the many ways, both large and small, in which you can help to bring this about. If uncertainty or hesitation arises, use these words from the Salisbury Primer of 1558 as an affirmative prayer:
God be in my head and in my understanding;
God be in mine eyes and in my looking;
God be in my mouth and in my speaking;
God be in mine heart and in my thinking;
God be at my end and in my departing.
Doug Dykstra
Read: Philippians 2:1-15
“May the mind of Christ, our Saviour, live in us from day to day, by his love and power controlling all we do and say.” (Kate Wilkinson)
These words are from a hymn text I recently rediscovered in the hymnal in use at my home church when I was a youth. (They were also included in the musical benediction which concluded our worship on Feb 20.) To me, the idea of taking the mind of Christ as our example is the most uplifting, energizing, and inspiring thought I can imagine. Moving away from the ego mind that concerns itself solely with the individual, and joining with the Christ Mind allows us to rise above our seemingly separated selves onto a higher plane of consciousness, reflective of the connectedness and unity found within God’s creation.
It is so easy to get caught up in our own personal lives, and not make the effort to see how we fit into the larger picture (taking a broad view). We may feel enchained by mistaken thoughts of the past, rather than freeing ourselves through forgiveness, which leads to cleaner and brighter days ahead. Perhaps we make plans in the present and for the future without seeking divine guidance from the One Who, with infinite wisdom, can bring harmony into our affairs and relationships. To me, God’s love must be perfect, and given to all in equal measure. Certainly, the mind of Christ knows the love of God intimately and completely. We, therefore, can put our whole trust in Christ, and pattern our thoughts after his without the slightest hesitation.
The Christian path, however, is often not an easy one to take, and can be quite challenging. Happily, the church provides us with many opportunities for spiritual growth, enlightenment, and service along this chosen path. Each Sunday, we gather to worship the one true God … to strengthen our relationship to Jesus Christ, and to our Creator and Sustainer … to inspire one another to think and live at ever higher levels … to attend with all our hearts to the teachings of Jesus, in turn offering them to others we meet along the way. Numerous weekday gatherings provide additional learning opportunities as we walk the Christian path.
Try to imagine for a few moments what our world would be like if many or even most of us walking the Earth were to join our minds with the mind of Christ. Nothing short of the most remarkable transformation would take place! So we must ask ourselves if we are wiling to adopt a radically new way of seeing and thinking; for if we do, we will come to experience a new-found freedom, wholeness, and sense of well-being that will give great meaning and purpose to our lives.
The world is weary and worn and calls out for the vision of Christ that offers life rather than death, waking rather than sleeping, peace rather than war, love rather than hate. Out of sincere gratitude for the wonder of our creation – for life itself – let us choose a course with a single, unified purpose, so that the peace of God becomes our one goal, the end we seek, and the aim of all our living here. Let all the world be blessed with peace and love through us! Contemplate with care and a generous spirit the many ways, both large and small, in which you can help to bring this about. If uncertainty or hesitation arises, use these words from the Salisbury Primer of 1558 as an affirmative prayer:
God be in my head and in my understanding;
God be in mine eyes and in my looking;
God be in my mouth and in my speaking;
God be in mine heart and in my thinking;
God be at my end and in my departing.
Doug Dykstra
Sunday, March 13, 2011
March 13, 2011
Take Time to Be Holy
Take time to be holy,
speak oft with thy Lord;
abide in him always,
and feed on his word.
Make friends of God's children,
help those who are weak,
forgetting in nothing
his blessing to seek.
Take time to be holy,
the world rushes on;
spend much time in secret
with Jesus alone.
By looking to Jesus,
like him thou shalt be;
thy friends in thy conduct
his likeness shall see.
Take time to be holy,
let him be thy guide,
and run not before him,
whatever betide.
In joy or in sorrow,
still follow the Lord,
and, looking to Jesus,
still trust in his word.
Take time to be holy,
be calm in thy soul,
each thought and each motive
beneath his control.
Thus led by his spirit
to fountains of love,
thou soon shalt be fitted
for service above.
William D. Longstaff
Take time to be holy,
speak oft with thy Lord;
abide in him always,
and feed on his word.
Make friends of God's children,
help those who are weak,
forgetting in nothing
his blessing to seek.
Take time to be holy,
the world rushes on;
spend much time in secret
with Jesus alone.
By looking to Jesus,
like him thou shalt be;
thy friends in thy conduct
his likeness shall see.
Take time to be holy,
let him be thy guide,
and run not before him,
whatever betide.
In joy or in sorrow,
still follow the Lord,
and, looking to Jesus,
still trust in his word.
Take time to be holy,
be calm in thy soul,
each thought and each motive
beneath his control.
Thus led by his spirit
to fountains of love,
thou soon shalt be fitted
for service above.
William D. Longstaff
Saturday, March 12, 2011
March 12, 2011
A Chance Meeting
Read: Proverbs 31:10-31
Every once in a great while, a few times in a lifetime if you’re lucky, you may meet someone and right away you know you’re looking into a face sent to you from God. Such was the case many years ago when I went to see a marina service business owner to pay an invoice. While I could have mailed a check, I wanted to do it in person. The owner mistakenly thought I was there looking for a job and made me an offer. Thinking quickly I negotiated a better deal than I’d ever had at that time and he voided the invoice I came in to pay. On the way out I had to stop by to see his secretary to make the arrangements and clear my debt. That’s when it happened.
We had seen each other around the marina before but had never formally met. After the paperwork, we talked and I learned she was raising 2 boys on her own. She left a better job at a bank to come to the marina because it was closer to home. When she was done at the marina she went to a 2nd job she worked to make ends meet. In the weeks and months that followed I learned she was the one who actually ran the place. She handled all the day to day operations, HR work, budgets, inventory, payables, receivables etc. Everyone in the harbor kept an eye on her and helped out if she needed something done around the house.
The younger of the 2 boys was born with a hole in the base of his spinal cord. The doctors gave him a good chance to live, but said he would never walk. The poor doctors didn’t know she’s Irish on one side and Italian on the other and nobody was going to tell her what her boy couldn’t do.
Scared and alone, haunted by the possibility the doctors could be right, saddled with a mortgage and two hungry mouths to feed, she went out into the garage, found some old scraps of lumber, some nails, and a small hammer. She didn’t have a saw, but she had a Ginsu knife. Using what she had, she built tiny gym equipment in her living room and with the help of his slightly older brother she taught the lad to walk. Growing up was harder for him, but if you met him you’d never know. While he didn’t win many foot races, nothing on God’s green earth can stop that boy today.
She eventually left the marina for a better opportunity at the world’s leading packaging company. Even though she left the marina behind, you could say we stayed in touch. It was tough but she climbed the corporate ladder to become the Comptroller of the local branch of a Global Fortune 500 company. After 11 years though the company made an unfortunate decision and eventually closed all 7 branches in Michigan and left the state.
Somewhere along the way she met a sailing charter boat captain in between sojourns and he taught her to drive a boat. Now she’s back in the old marina on her own boat and became the envy of the old crew because she can handle a twin engine Chris Craft as well as anyone in the business.
The passing of parents and the trials and tribulations of daily life have slowed us all down now and the moments we share together are more and more treasured each time I see her.
Even though she can finally have pretty much whatever she wants, she still won’t buy anything unless she has a coupon, and she still gets all excited when the right coupon comes in the paper.
Through it all she’s maintained a smile and laugh such that she can light up any room simply by entering it.
And that boy who wasn’t supposed to walk?? He just made me a grandpa.
As the late great Paul Harvey used to say, “Now you know the RRRRRrrrest of the story.”
Ron Draper
Read: Proverbs 31:10-31
Every once in a great while, a few times in a lifetime if you’re lucky, you may meet someone and right away you know you’re looking into a face sent to you from God. Such was the case many years ago when I went to see a marina service business owner to pay an invoice. While I could have mailed a check, I wanted to do it in person. The owner mistakenly thought I was there looking for a job and made me an offer. Thinking quickly I negotiated a better deal than I’d ever had at that time and he voided the invoice I came in to pay. On the way out I had to stop by to see his secretary to make the arrangements and clear my debt. That’s when it happened.
We had seen each other around the marina before but had never formally met. After the paperwork, we talked and I learned she was raising 2 boys on her own. She left a better job at a bank to come to the marina because it was closer to home. When she was done at the marina she went to a 2nd job she worked to make ends meet. In the weeks and months that followed I learned she was the one who actually ran the place. She handled all the day to day operations, HR work, budgets, inventory, payables, receivables etc. Everyone in the harbor kept an eye on her and helped out if she needed something done around the house.
The younger of the 2 boys was born with a hole in the base of his spinal cord. The doctors gave him a good chance to live, but said he would never walk. The poor doctors didn’t know she’s Irish on one side and Italian on the other and nobody was going to tell her what her boy couldn’t do.
Scared and alone, haunted by the possibility the doctors could be right, saddled with a mortgage and two hungry mouths to feed, she went out into the garage, found some old scraps of lumber, some nails, and a small hammer. She didn’t have a saw, but she had a Ginsu knife. Using what she had, she built tiny gym equipment in her living room and with the help of his slightly older brother she taught the lad to walk. Growing up was harder for him, but if you met him you’d never know. While he didn’t win many foot races, nothing on God’s green earth can stop that boy today.
She eventually left the marina for a better opportunity at the world’s leading packaging company. Even though she left the marina behind, you could say we stayed in touch. It was tough but she climbed the corporate ladder to become the Comptroller of the local branch of a Global Fortune 500 company. After 11 years though the company made an unfortunate decision and eventually closed all 7 branches in Michigan and left the state.
Somewhere along the way she met a sailing charter boat captain in between sojourns and he taught her to drive a boat. Now she’s back in the old marina on her own boat and became the envy of the old crew because she can handle a twin engine Chris Craft as well as anyone in the business.
The passing of parents and the trials and tribulations of daily life have slowed us all down now and the moments we share together are more and more treasured each time I see her.
Even though she can finally have pretty much whatever she wants, she still won’t buy anything unless she has a coupon, and she still gets all excited when the right coupon comes in the paper.
Through it all she’s maintained a smile and laugh such that she can light up any room simply by entering it.
And that boy who wasn’t supposed to walk?? He just made me a grandpa.
As the late great Paul Harvey used to say, “Now you know the RRRRRrrrest of the story.”
Ron Draper
Friday, March 11, 2011
March 11. 2011
Lenten Thoughts
Read: James 1:2-12
For years, people I know have given things up for Lent. Children are cute when they try to “give up” vegetables. Adults often use Lent as an excuse to lose weight by giving up sweets, red meat, or other dietary staples that we blame for our over-all lack of good health. I am 28 years old and have had an eye opening experience when it comes to this Lenten season. Giving up vegetables, no matter how bad they are for you, and giving up sweets, no matter how good they taste, doesn’t fully epitomize what the Lenten season is all about.
Pause a moment and reflect why we celebrate Lent. Someone gave up their life and livelihood just so we could be forgiven of our sins if we choose to seek God’s grace and love. This is often looked at as the ultimate sacrifice. God sacrificed his son for us, and his son sacrificed himself for the betterment of all mankind. Who are we if we do not use and take full advantage of this gift every day?
Being a teacher gives me a unique perspective on this question. Posted on my board in my classroom is the question I pose to my students on a day to day basis. “What have you done today that makes you a better person than you were yesterday?” Well, people of faith, what is it? How often have you truly looked into the mirror for a period of self-reflection and realized that you could be a better person? As I stated previously, my eye opening experience came as a result of a visit to the doctor’s office. It is no secret that I am a big man. I was a high school athlete, and have vowed over and over again to get into the kind of shape I was when I was 18 and 20 years old. Well, that has not happened, not by a long shot.
I would lose ten pounds, get some compliments, and then rest on my laurels. Before I knew it, I had gained the ten back, plus an additional five, go hard or go home right? After my last visit to the doctor I realized that being healthy would take more than a fad diet and a quick mouth. It would take more than giving up sweets for a month. Like a spiritual journey, this would take an entire life-style change. I am proud to say that I have stuck to this change for a few weeks now and things are looking up for me. Clothes fit better, I don’t get tired as easily, and magically, I have still found time to be with the people I love. The excuse of inconvenience is no longer present.
Why am I equating losing weight to a spiritual journey? It is simple, and comes back to the question I asked at the beginning of my writing. “What have you done today to make yourself a better person than you were yesterday?” This simple quote can honestly change your life, both physically and spiritually. How long has it been since you have truly talked to God, then paused a moment and listened for an answer? No person on this planet is perfect, far from it actually. But if everyone took the meaning of Lent and applied it every day of the year, I think this world would be a far better place, both physically and spiritually.
James Van de Putte
Read: James 1:2-12
For years, people I know have given things up for Lent. Children are cute when they try to “give up” vegetables. Adults often use Lent as an excuse to lose weight by giving up sweets, red meat, or other dietary staples that we blame for our over-all lack of good health. I am 28 years old and have had an eye opening experience when it comes to this Lenten season. Giving up vegetables, no matter how bad they are for you, and giving up sweets, no matter how good they taste, doesn’t fully epitomize what the Lenten season is all about.
Pause a moment and reflect why we celebrate Lent. Someone gave up their life and livelihood just so we could be forgiven of our sins if we choose to seek God’s grace and love. This is often looked at as the ultimate sacrifice. God sacrificed his son for us, and his son sacrificed himself for the betterment of all mankind. Who are we if we do not use and take full advantage of this gift every day?
Being a teacher gives me a unique perspective on this question. Posted on my board in my classroom is the question I pose to my students on a day to day basis. “What have you done today that makes you a better person than you were yesterday?” Well, people of faith, what is it? How often have you truly looked into the mirror for a period of self-reflection and realized that you could be a better person? As I stated previously, my eye opening experience came as a result of a visit to the doctor’s office. It is no secret that I am a big man. I was a high school athlete, and have vowed over and over again to get into the kind of shape I was when I was 18 and 20 years old. Well, that has not happened, not by a long shot.
I would lose ten pounds, get some compliments, and then rest on my laurels. Before I knew it, I had gained the ten back, plus an additional five, go hard or go home right? After my last visit to the doctor I realized that being healthy would take more than a fad diet and a quick mouth. It would take more than giving up sweets for a month. Like a spiritual journey, this would take an entire life-style change. I am proud to say that I have stuck to this change for a few weeks now and things are looking up for me. Clothes fit better, I don’t get tired as easily, and magically, I have still found time to be with the people I love. The excuse of inconvenience is no longer present.
Why am I equating losing weight to a spiritual journey? It is simple, and comes back to the question I asked at the beginning of my writing. “What have you done today to make yourself a better person than you were yesterday?” This simple quote can honestly change your life, both physically and spiritually. How long has it been since you have truly talked to God, then paused a moment and listened for an answer? No person on this planet is perfect, far from it actually. But if everyone took the meaning of Lent and applied it every day of the year, I think this world would be a far better place, both physically and spiritually.
James Van de Putte
Thursday, March 10, 2011
March 10, 2011
Signs of God’s Presence
Read Matthew 25:42
The good thing about our crazy dog, Toby, is that he needs a walk every day, and the bad thing about Toby is that he needs a walk every day.
When we chose him, I wanted a walking companion; well, as they say, be careful what you wish for. Toby is like the Postal Service: neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night… So the other morning when I looked out the window and saw rain and looked at the thermometer and read 35 degrees, I was little grumpy.
We follow a fairly predictable, quiet route and, believe me, there was no one else out that morning. Turning off Lakeshore at our regular corner, we were startled by a gorgeous pheasant running across the street right in front of us and eventually flying off toward the lake. It was a shock because it was so close and so out of place on a usually busy intersection.
It’s easy to get caught up in everyday worries and routines and forget about the wonders that are often there when we least expect them. So I was grateful to be reminded that we should always be ready for signs of God’s presence even on a cold, wet morning on a deserted suburban sidewalk.
Sue DeWitt
Read Matthew 25:42
The good thing about our crazy dog, Toby, is that he needs a walk every day, and the bad thing about Toby is that he needs a walk every day.
When we chose him, I wanted a walking companion; well, as they say, be careful what you wish for. Toby is like the Postal Service: neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night… So the other morning when I looked out the window and saw rain and looked at the thermometer and read 35 degrees, I was little grumpy.
We follow a fairly predictable, quiet route and, believe me, there was no one else out that morning. Turning off Lakeshore at our regular corner, we were startled by a gorgeous pheasant running across the street right in front of us and eventually flying off toward the lake. It was a shock because it was so close and so out of place on a usually busy intersection.
It’s easy to get caught up in everyday worries and routines and forget about the wonders that are often there when we least expect them. So I was grateful to be reminded that we should always be ready for signs of God’s presence even on a cold, wet morning on a deserted suburban sidewalk.
Sue DeWitt
Wednesday, March 09, 2011
March 9, 2011 - Ash Wednesday
Beginnings
Read Genesis 3: 19; Joel 2: 1-2, 12-18; Psalm 51: 1-17
Every journey has a beginning. There is always that moment when we leave behind the known and familiar and start into the new and unknown. Even if we know the end point…the destination…we aren’t always sure what we will encounter along the way, what new insights or experiences might present themselves.
As Christians setting off on the journey to the cross, on the Wednesday six and a half weeks before Easter, the body of Christ begins its Lenten journey. While we know that the cross, and ultimately resurrection are our destination, we don’t know what experiences and insights will meet us on our journey. Throughout the Gospels Jesus reminds us repeatedly how important it is to prepare and take stock of who we are and of what we are capable.
We begin our Lenten journey this year on March 9th in a service of worship that includes marking our foreheads with ashes. Dust and ashes are signs of our humanity. God created us out of the earth, and throughout the scriptures, dust and ashes also serve as signs of mourning and grief. When Joshua grieved for the people who had been killed, he tore his clothing and put dust on his head (Joshua 7:6). Job, mourning the death of his children, sat on the ash heap (Job 2: 12). Job’s friends, coming to comfort him, threw dust in the air and on their heads when they saw his condition.
Ashes were also outward and visible signs of confession. Nehemiah and the people of Israel fasted, dressed in sackcloth, and put earth on their heads as they sought to atone for their sins before God (Nehemiah 9:1). And Job declared, “I despise myself, and repent in dust and ashes” (Job 42:6).
“You are dust, and to dust you will return.” This ancient formula will be heard by millions of Christians all over the world this Ash Wednesday as the sign of the cross is made with the ashes of burned palms from last year’s Palm Sunday. This symbolic act is both a solemn reminder of our broken relationship with God and an invitation to renewal as we repent and seek reconciliation that is made available through the life, death and resurrection of our Lord.
Won’t you join the journey through Lent from the beginning as we worship together at 7:30 P.M. on March 6th?
Judy May
Prayer: “Create in me a clean heart, O God, and put a right spirit within me. Do not cast me away from your presence, and do not take your holy spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of your salvation, and sustain in me a willing spirit” (Psalm 51:10-12).
Read Genesis 3: 19; Joel 2: 1-2, 12-18; Psalm 51: 1-17
Every journey has a beginning. There is always that moment when we leave behind the known and familiar and start into the new and unknown. Even if we know the end point…the destination…we aren’t always sure what we will encounter along the way, what new insights or experiences might present themselves.
As Christians setting off on the journey to the cross, on the Wednesday six and a half weeks before Easter, the body of Christ begins its Lenten journey. While we know that the cross, and ultimately resurrection are our destination, we don’t know what experiences and insights will meet us on our journey. Throughout the Gospels Jesus reminds us repeatedly how important it is to prepare and take stock of who we are and of what we are capable.
We begin our Lenten journey this year on March 9th in a service of worship that includes marking our foreheads with ashes. Dust and ashes are signs of our humanity. God created us out of the earth, and throughout the scriptures, dust and ashes also serve as signs of mourning and grief. When Joshua grieved for the people who had been killed, he tore his clothing and put dust on his head (Joshua 7:6). Job, mourning the death of his children, sat on the ash heap (Job 2: 12). Job’s friends, coming to comfort him, threw dust in the air and on their heads when they saw his condition.
Ashes were also outward and visible signs of confession. Nehemiah and the people of Israel fasted, dressed in sackcloth, and put earth on their heads as they sought to atone for their sins before God (Nehemiah 9:1). And Job declared, “I despise myself, and repent in dust and ashes” (Job 42:6).
“You are dust, and to dust you will return.” This ancient formula will be heard by millions of Christians all over the world this Ash Wednesday as the sign of the cross is made with the ashes of burned palms from last year’s Palm Sunday. This symbolic act is both a solemn reminder of our broken relationship with God and an invitation to renewal as we repent and seek reconciliation that is made available through the life, death and resurrection of our Lord.
Won’t you join the journey through Lent from the beginning as we worship together at 7:30 P.M. on March 6th?
Judy May
Prayer: “Create in me a clean heart, O God, and put a right spirit within me. Do not cast me away from your presence, and do not take your holy spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of your salvation, and sustain in me a willing spirit” (Psalm 51:10-12).
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