March 18, 2009

Night Sledding Rules!

“A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.” Proverbs 17:17 (NKJV)

One of the most popular activities for both kids and adults on our church family retreat at Lake Louise is always the night sledding. This year was no different, and this year a certain scripture passage keeps going through my heard whenever I think about our night sledding:

“This is My commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. Greater love has no man than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.” John 15:12-13 (NKJV)

You’re right, it’s quite a stretch from Jesus dying on the Cross to a kid zipping down a snowy hill on a tube.
Yes, it’s quite a stretch; but if you had been on our hill at Lake Louise Saturday night after the show, you wouldn’t think twice about it, because you’d know just exactly what Christian love looks like.
It looks like a kid rolling off the tube to keep from hitting another kid walking back up the hill.
It looks like a couple kids standing at the top of the hill, and announcing that no one is going down until we all know the rules.
It looks like a kid blocking a tubeful of sledders from running into the kids still tangled together on the hill.
It looks like kids explaining to other kids that we’re all brothers and sisters in Christ, and that we need to sacrifice for each other - we need to bail out of our ride if we’re going to hurt our brother or sister.

Next time you see kids out having fun, whatever it is they’re doing, let that remind you of the lesson of the night sledding rules - we’re all here to look out for our brothers and sisters in Christ.
That’s what night sledding will always mean to me now.

Prayer: Father, thank you for the glimpses we get of Your love as it shines through our family, our friends, our brothers and sisters. May that love make its home in us as the Holy Spirit helps us to exercise it. We pray in the name of our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ. Amen

Thought for the Day
You gave Yourself for us, Lord, now we give ourselves for others.

Charlie van Becelaere (from March 13, 2000)

March 17, 2009

Feed The Mind, Feed The Body, Feed The Spirit

Luke 10:27 “Love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your strength, and with all your mind; and Love your neighbor as you love yourself.”

I Corinthians 6:19&20 Don’t you know that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit, who lives in you and who was given to you by God? You do not belong to yourselves but to God; he bought you for a price. So use your bodies for God’s glory.

Hebrews 5: 13&14 Anyone who has to drink milk is still a child, without any experience in the matter of right and wrong. Solid food, on the other hand, is for adults, who through practice are able to distinguish between good and evil.

Most of us hate those instruction books that come with new appliances and equipment. We often leave them in the box they came in, forget where we filed them, and on the rare occasion we refer to them when we have a problem. I don’t know anyone (including myself) who reads through an instruction book before using something new. It is our nature to believe we can figure things out without help.

The Bible is God’s instruction book for our lives. It’s been said that BIBLE refers to Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth. Unfortunately we treat the Bible like many other instruction manuals and open only in case of dire need. Sadly some people would be hard pressed to locate a Bible in their home. Once again it is our nature to believe we can figure things out without help.

The passage above from Luke is repeated in Matthew 22: 35-40, Mark 12:28-34, Deuteronomy 6:5, and Leviticus 19:18. It is known as the Great Commandment and provides God’s basic instruction to us. Yet being able to recite an instruction is not the same as comprehending it and acting on it. I have found that I need to “feed the mind, feed the body and feed the spirit” to carry out this command.

To feed the mind I need to study God’s word. I have belonged to an interdenominational Bible study group and I can’t tell you how helpful that group has been in shaping my beliefs and my understanding of what God wants of me. I have jokingly referred to it as my “therapy group”. The United Methodist Women and various study groups in our church and have helped me off a diet of milk and onto a diet of solid food (spiritually speaking). Regular church attendance and ongoing secular learning are also vital.

To feed the body is much more than what we eat. It is also how we treat the body. Do we keep ourselves in good physical condition? Do we take care of our body like a temple of the Holy Spirit? Although I’m no athlete, I find that a regular fitness program not only makes me feel better physically, it also improves my spirits and relieves me of stresses that I have a tendency to hold on to. I believe God has called us to be wise stewards of our physical body.

To feed the spirit we must go beyond study to meditation and then to action. When we earnestly go to God in prayer and meditation he will speak to our heart and give us opportunity to serve. He will also send “angels in disguise” that encourage, inspire and uplift us.

I often reflect on the purpose of United Methodist Women which is “to know God and to experience freedom as whole persons through Jesus Christ”. To work on wholeness I must feed the mind, feed the body and feed the spirit. Thank God for the gift of an instruction book to help me on the way.

Pat Deck

March 16, 2009

Have You Filled A Bucket Today?

Read Hebrews 13:1-2

There is a children’s book called Have You Filled Your Bucket Today? by Carol McCloud. In the book, the author explains that we each have a bucket that we carry around. Each day, we start out with an empty bucket. When someone does something nice for us and gives us a kind word, our bucket is filled. When we do something for someone else, we help to fill up another’s bucket.

It’s a simple concept that children understand easily, but as adults we need to remember other people’s buckets. What can we do to fill up the bucket? A smile, a hug, a kind word, a note or card, a meal or bag of cookies, a phone call. These things help to fill up someone else’s bucket, but they also help fill up your own bucket.

Growing up, my mother would always remind us of the Golden Rule. “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” I used to think it meant “Don’t hit your sister unless you want her to hit you back.” Every Sunday morning at church I’m reminded of the Golden Rule when we have our time of sharing of the peace of Christ. We greet each other and pass the peace of Christ. We smile, we hug and touch another’s hand. We are filling up the buckets of the congregation. We are filling them with our thoughts and prayers. We are passing the peace and love of Christ to our neighbor. In turn, we receive as well and our buckets are filled.

When we are alone, there are ways to fill up our own buckets. We can pray and God fills our buckets. We can sing a hymn or read the Bible, and our buckets are filled. We can read our devotion book, we can attend a Bible study, and we can meditate. I know that attending church with my family and friends, listening to the word of God and singing praises are how I fill my bucket.

Prayer:
Dear Lord,
Help me to remember that everyone has a bucket. My actions each day are a reflection of you, and should be used to fill the buckets of those around me. Lord, please fill my bucket and grant me your peace.
Amen

Libby Van de Putte

March 14, 2009

Last Fall I Found A Dog

Read Galatians 6:2

Last fall I found a dog.

Well, first I saw the dog, a small beagle, running across the street and dodging New York City traffic. Then I watched as it ran into the open doors of a restaurant until it was detained by a waiter and led back outside. Ma’am, is this your dog? I looked down at my dog and looked up at the waiter and shook my head. No, this is my dog. I pointed down next to me. There was silence from his end. I looked at the beagle as it stared back at me with longing eyes. But I’ll take it home and try to find its owner, I offered, before I knew what I was getting myself into. I just couldn’t resist those eyes.

So, I guess you could say the dog found me.

Now, this was not a particularly good day for me to be taking home a beagle. For one thing, home was a good 35 minute walk, and the beagle had no collar or leash. So, I picked it up. I had no choice. Another factor was the five hours of reading for school I had waiting for me when I got home. And when I did get back to my place – arms shaking, back aching, beagle crying – my three year old hyperactive dog thought that this was a scheduled playdate. This is when I realized that the older beagle that I found and my pug-beagle mix, did not mix. So, my dog was booked for the $60-a-night New York “doggie hotel” that I (read: my parents) really don’t care to splurge on all too often. And after calling five police precincts and being redirected five times, I learned something new that day: the New York City Police Department “does not deal with animals.” My last hope was to take the dog to the vet and see if it had a microchip so I could somehow locate the potential owner. There was a microchip, (thank you, God!) and an owner. But I would have to call the vet where the owner registered the dog the next morning, as they were closed that night. By the time I got back from the vet, I was tired, hungry, tattered and torn. Was this all worth it? Should I have left the dog for the waiter to deal with?

I woke up the next morning to the beagle nestled at my feet at the foot of the bed. I called the dog’s vet to get in touch with the owner, who called me back a few minutes later. Hi! I’m the owner of the beagle you found! I am so relieved. I can’t tell you how distraught I have been for the last 12 hours.

I met with the owner later that day to deliver her dog. She was beyond ecstatic, and eternally grateful. Luce (the beagle) was – as I guessed – twelve years old and her kidneys were failing. I don’t know if it’s the kidney medication she’s taking, or the fact that I just had a baby, but she has never run away like this before. I don’t know how much time I have left with her, so I don’t know what I would do if I lost her yesterday for good.
And just the day before, I had asked myself whether it was all worth the hassle…

In a social and economic climate where families struggle to put food on the table, millions are being laid off from work, and homes are in foreclosure, I realize that finding a dog on the street can hardly be called a problem. Rather, it was a blessing in disguise. I was able to reunite a woman with her dog. They had been a part of each other’s lives for 12 years. Wouldn’t I want someone to do the same for me? It’s not every day that we are able to give someone a gift like that. The chance to do so is a gift in itself.

So, maybe God’s gifts don’t always appear to us in conventional packages. They might even appear to us as a burden at first glance. But taking on the burden is sometimes the only way to get to the reward.

Beth Versical

March 13, 2009

Change

Read Ecclesiastes (especially Chapter 3)

I went to church looking for inspiration. Charlie needed devotions. Not too long into the service, I realized that I am inspired every time I go. I almost missed out on it though.

It seemed like it would be easy to choose a new church. Nashville is loaded with United Methodist churches. In our area though, the choice is either small or jumbo, so we tried them both. (Just to give you a feeling for what each of those sizes means… The small church probably holds about 100 – it looks to be about 1/2 to 2/3 the size of our old sanctuary with no balcony. The choir has about 10 people with room for maybe one or two more. Jumbo church’s seat count is past my estimating skills, but the adult choir has about 75 members, the high school choir has about 80, and the middle school choir has about 70. Jumbo church also just announced the final pledge count at 5.7 million dollars!) So where do we fit?

The small church was amazingly welcoming. Visitors kind of stick out there. One of the high school girls even came and found Kayla and invited her to go to Sunday school with her. Lots of people introduced themselves. The minister was wandering through the sanctuary chatting with everyone and greeting new people before the service started. The choir was small. The kids’ classes were small. It felt like a church that would need me. That was familiar.

The jumbo church had greeters, and we all stood for a ritual of friendship. There were smiling faces, but there probably wasn’t a single person there who would have known that we were new. Wow, the senior pastor was terrific. The music was impressive. The service was familiar, and Communion was more familiar there too. But it was so big. It felt more like being a spectator that a participant. How could I find my place?

I know exactly when I figured it out. We went to Jumbo church on the first Sunday of the month for Communion. During the prayer of intercession, the minister lifted up people in need of prayer and she mentioned me. Not by name. She didn’t even know me, but she was most definitely praying for me. I think I even gasped a little. I know I didn’t hear the rest of the prayer because I was so awed by the feeling of hundreds of people lifting me up in their prayers. I thanked God immediately for all the prayers and for directing me to that church on that day. I realized that I was being stubborn and unwilling to change. When change is thrust upon us, it is not so easy to embrace. I have always been someone who thrived on change, but most of the time the change was my idea.

Just because something is familiar though, doesn’t make it better. Just because something is different doesn’t make it worse. My change is obvious. We moved.
We had to start completely over. There are so many other changes in everyone’s lives that aren’t so obvious. Especially now. These are scary times. That alone is a change, but there are so many changes that come with that. Change may be scary, and change may be uncomfortable, but change means growth. Hiding from it doesn’t stop it. We need to accept and embrace where we are, and make the best of it. Now that I have embraced my jumbo church, I am getting more out of it than I imagined.
I am inspired.

Thought for the day: Just because something isn’t the same as it used to be, doesn’t mean that it isn’t good.

Prayer: Dear God, Please give us the strength and wisdom to make the best of any situation. Help us to show compassion and understanding toward those who are struggling, as we would hope for their compassion in our own struggles. We are grateful that no matter what we are going through, You are there with us to guide us and comfort us. Amen

Jacki Rumpp

March 12, 2009

Stop and Listen

Read: Luke 10:38-42

Our lives seem to have become busier and busier. Everyone has more to do than the next person. We tend to become focused on tasks. Everything is a goal that must be completed.

While accompanying a group of youth to the 1993 Virginia Workcamp, I was shown by the youth that although the goal is important, sometimes the things observed and learned while attaining that goal are much more so.

Our project was to glaze the windows and paint the house of an elderly gentleman who lived in a small rural town.

I was focused! I attacked the windows vigorously after assigning each youth to a paint brush and a side of the house. The gentleman sat in a bottomless webbed folding chair and observed the people working around him. During our lunch break, the youth asked if they could walk the two blocks to the town square. "Sure", I said, as I continued to glaze windows.

The youth returned carrying a brand new folding webbed rocking chair!

While I had been so focused on accomplishing my task, they had worked around the gentleman, listening to his tales of working on a horse farm during the early part of this century. They listened and interacted with this wonderful man. He talked of his family, now all gone, his faith, his work, and what he takes pleasure in now that he was 92. He enjoys sitting on his porch in his chair, visiting with all who stop by. He can see the field of the horse farm that he worked at all his life from his porch. The reason his chair was so worn and not replaced was not for lack of funds. He was physically unable to go to the store and buy one.

While the youth were painting they were ministering. They received much more from this gentleman than they were giving, just by taking the time to listen.

Prayer:
Dear Lord, we pray during this season of Lent we can all take the time to remove our blinders and see the world and the people around us. Amen.

Lynn Van de Putte (from March 2, 1999)

March 11, 2009

It's A Wonderful World

Read Isaiah 1:18-20

There is state-owned land west of New Haven with ponds, open fields, marsh, and forested swamp. This land is perfect to take a city dog who loves to run, sniff, and chase wildlife without the benefit of a leash confining the activity as it is in the city.

For Christmas, I gave my wife Susan, a pair of hunting field pants, a blaze orange vest, and blaze orange dog collar (for the dog, obviously, because he is deer-brown in color and could be mistaken for a small deer). Greater peace of mind both for her and the dog to avoid any misguided hunters.

While tromping around one January weekend, the three of us were having a wonderful time exploring the land and getting out confronting the winter weather, somewhat kinder on this particular day. Suddenly, breaking the stillness of the winter air, was the ringing of my cell phone. Who, on the phone, was none other than our son Ben, making his weekly call from his year-long contracting job in Iraq.

So, we are in the middle of nowhere running the dog, and are able to talk on the speaker function of the phone half-way around the world to our hard-working son. Just amazing to those of us old enough to think that a long-distance phone call was unusual and an especially expensive event.

To think that we, with God's grace, have been able to multi-function with such aplomb. In this instance, this ability is wonderful. The hard part, in a greater sense, is determining which of the possibilities we should actually use that our world offers in electronics, communications and other modern contrivances. Of course, now with our tough economic situation, some of those decisions are now obvious, in the sense that we just can not spend the money we do not have available.

How does this all tie together? Applying basic truths of Christianity to these complex issues is one way to bring some sense to what can be overwhelming. Also using the calming power of prayer can assist our minds to wisely re-focus and give a sense of grace to our thinking. Thanks to the Grosse Pointe United Methodist Church for helping us look at our wonderful, yet intricate, world from a Christian perspective.


Dave DeWitt

March 10, 2009

Great Was The Company Of The Preachers

“So shall My word be which goes forth from My mouth; it shall not return to Me empty, without accomplishing what I desire, and without succeeding in the manner for which I sent it.” - Isaiah 55:11

The first thing I remember is the smell of the wood early in the morning. What a serene space I was in ... yet I was so keyed up.

Turn the lights on, turn the sound system on, open the Book and read - to no one, to myself, to God, to everyone - "In the beginning, when God created ...."

That's how Proclamation started at 7 AM on Wednesday, May 24, 2000 AD. Aldersgate Day, the anniversary of John Wesley's conversion experience, when he had his "heart strangely warmed," and I was finding my whole life "strangely warmed."

I've heard the same kind of thing from countless participants in our congregation's ten-day journey through the whole Bible. We found the experience of reading the Scripture to be even more moving than we had expected. It didn't matter if we were reading the account of Creation, or a list of the sons of Esau; about Jesus walking on water, or the list of who begat whom from Adam to Jesus. It really didn't matter, because we were part of something special, something grand and important; we were reading God's Word from start to finish, from that first "In the beginning" of Genesis to the final "Amen" of Revelation.

Thinking back on my reading, it seems a bit odd that I was surprised by the Joy of it. After all, one very good way of looking at the Bible is as sixty-six love letters from God to me: why would I be surprised at the delight of reading that?!

Bible study has been an important part of my life for quite a few years now, but the experience of Proclamation, reading the whole Bible in such a short time, was something I'll never forget: it was a wonderful reminder that God's Word will always speak to us, if we will only listen.

Today, why not read a chapter from one of the books of the Bible which you've never read? If you want some suggestions, how about 1 John, 2 Peter, Ezra, Amos, Malachi, …. I know God will speak to you through His word, and it will not return to Him empty. Praise God! Amen.

Charlie van Becelaere (from March 30, 2001)

March 9, 2009

The Noodle

Read: Luke 15:11-32

Several years ago, my wife's brother remarried, and I inherited a new niece, Stephanie (the Noodle). She was as vibrant and sweet as a 6-year-old girl could be, and as squiggly too, hence the nickname.

One night, her mother and my brother-in-law had plans to go to a Christmas party and wanted Jeri and me to watch Miss Noodle for the night. We were going to my brother Gord's house for a Christmas feast, and took the Noodle with us, as my niece Rachael would be there, and the two loved to play together. A family feast ensued, and a good time was had by all.

It was a dark, cold night, lots of stars, and no moon. As we drove home on the quiet country roads across the north end of three counties, we could hear Stephanie slipping in and out of sleep and Noodle dreams. Then she woke up. She started telling us of all the new aunts and uncles and cousins she had just met, and how much fun it was.
Then she started counting out loud and on her fingers all her family, new and old, and all the people she knew loved her. She had a few favorites and people she knew loved her "extra special."

When she had counted all of us, she came up with 33. She had 33 people she knew loved her. Then, from the back seat, she yelled in excitement, "Did you hear that? I have 33 people who love me. Uncle Ron, I'm rich!"

Ron Draper (from March 10, 2003)

March 7, 2009

We attended a church last Sunday whose minister was preaching seven weeks of "40 days of Love". The week we were present was "Love is not easily angered." If we each studied these messages it could help control our temper.

Sara and Jack Wooton

40 Days of Love – “Love is not easily angered.” 1 Cor 13:5

HOW DO YOU TAME YOUR TEMPER?

1. RESOLVE TO MANAGE IT
“A fool gives full vent to his anger, but a wise man keeps himself under control.” Proverbs 29:11

2. REMEMBER THE COST
“A hot-tempered man … gets into all kinds of trouble.: Proverbs 29:22
Proverbs 15:18 “Hot tempers cause arguments.”
Proverbs 14:29 “... anger causes mistakes.”
Proverbs 14:17 “People with hot tempers do foolish things.”

“The fool who provokes his family to anger and resentment will finally have nothing worthwhile left.” Proverbs 11:29

3. REFLECT BEFORE REACTING
“A stupid man gives free rein to his anger; a wise man waits and lets it grow cool.” Proverbs 29:11
“A man's wisdom gives him patience.” Proverbs 19:11

4. RELEASE MY ANGER APPROPRIATELY
“If you become angry, don't let your anger lead you into sin.” Ephesians 4:26
“A gentle answer quiets anger, but a harsh one stirs it up.” Proverbs 15:1

Anger:
Don't suppress it – stomach, neck
Don't repress it – depression
Don't express it
Do confess it

5. RE-PATTERN YOUR MIND
“Don't copy the behavior and customs of this world, but let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think.” Romans 12:2a
“Keep away from angry, short-tempered people, or you will learn to be like them ….” Proverbs 22:24

6. RELY ON GOD'S HELP
“Patience and encouragement come from God. I pray God will help you all agree with each other the way Christ Jesus wants.” Romans 15:5
“The fruit of the Spirit is … patience.” Gal. 5:22
“Whatever is in your heart determines what you say.” Matthew 12:34
“I'll give you a new heart, put a new spirit in you. I'll remove the stone heart from your body and replace it with a heart that's God-willed, not self-willed.” Ezekiel 36:26

March 6, 2009

Trials In Life

God is our refuge and strength, A very present help in trouble. Psalm 46 1-3
He will be our guide even unto death. Psalms 48

Every one of us will face trials in our lives, some are visible, some are not. How we deal with those trials will determine our final victory.

It has been over ten years since I walked out of a Doctor’s office, in complete shock, having just been told that I had Parkinson’s disease. I knew little if anything about Parkinson’s. Back then, most people who had Parkinson’s wouldn’t acknowledge the fact that they had anything wrong until they couldn’t hide the symptoms any longer. Consequently, I could only picture the worst case scenario and it was scary. However, I soon learned that there were many stages in between and that it would be years, before my life style would actually be affected by the disease. That time is slowly arriving for me. As I face more difficult days ahead, I try to keep in mind that we may choose how we respond to our particular trial. I know that I can’t do it alone and that I will need God’s help and your help at GPUMC in the days and years to come.

I have had the poem, “What God Hath Promised,” taped to the wall behind my desk for a number of years. I particularly like the following part of the poem:

God hath not promised      But God hath promised
We shall not know      Strength for the day,
     Toil and temptation,      Rest for the laborer,
     Trouble and woe.      Light for the way,
He hath not told us      Grace for the trials
We shall not bear      Help from above,
     Many a burden,      Unfailing Sympathy,
     Many a care.      Undying love.

Dear God, help each one of us to face, with dignity, our own personal trials. Be with us each step of the way as we strive to keep a positive out look on life. Guide us in your ways, and help us to develop a trusting relationship with You, God, which will be with us always, even through the difficult times. Amen

Yours in Christ,
Ginny Downs (from April 12, 2000)

March 5, 2009

The Touch Of God’s Hand

“He reached down from on high, he drew me out of the mighty waters. He delivered me from my strong enemy and from those who hated me, for they were too mighty for me. They confronted me in the day of my calamity; but the Lord was my support. He brought me out into a broad place; he delivered me, because he delighted in me." Psalm 18:16-19 NIV

We often speak figuratively about the "hand of God." In November 2001, during my first five hours in Bon Secours's emergency room, I felt many "hands of God" touching me and helping me to cope with the pain and the uncertainty of my emergency medical situation. At one point, I was lying in the fetal position as the doctor searched for the correct place for the spinal tap. The nurse was standing on my other side, and she gently placed her hand on my arm as the doctor did the successful spinal tap. Her hand warmed my heart and gentled my body as I prayerfully gave myself into God's hands.

After the procedure, I thanked her for her caring touch, and told her how much it meant to me. She replied that she felt I needed a calming hand, but that she never equated it to the hand of God.

Prayer: Dear Lord, let us lovingly "touch" our fellow human beings by word, deed, and prayer in our daily lives. Help us to witness our faith in Jesus Christ as our Savior, and as our guide to a Christian life. Amen

Betty Durkin (from February 22, 2002)

March 4, 2009

God's Postcard

Read: Psalm 8, and Psalm 19

To truly see our Lord for the very first time is a great achievement.

For me, this happened while a group of friends and I went to Colorado in August of 1998. We were climbing the ever-famed Pike's Peak in our white GMC Safari. My friend and I were frightened, because, being youth, we had never done this before.

No safety rails dotted the road, and it was a rather steep climb. The dog, on the other hand, was asleep in my lap. When we finally reached the top, I was relieved. We went in and got hot cocoa and donuts.

My friend's dad and I were standing on the peak, when I looked up and saw what I immediately labeled, "God's Postcard." It was signed, sealed, and delivered, it seemed, just for me.

It was for all people, not just yours truly. This was the first time, though, I really appreciated God's Beauty and Love.

Prayer:
Dear Lord, help those who have yet to see. Open their eyes to your Grace and Wonder.
Thank You for being a constant presence in our lives.
With the confidence of the children of God we pray.
Amen.

Thought for the Day:
Believe in God and He will open your eyes to His Grace.

Prayer Focus: Those blinded by fear in trusting in the Lord.

James Van de Putte (from Feb 24, 1999)

March 3, 2009

WWJD?

Read: Matthew 5:1-16,6:24

Some years ago I noticed an item worn by many youth that surprised me both by its popularity and subject matter. The item was the “WWJD” bracelet (the letters stand for “What Would Jesus Do?”). My thought was that there must be quite a religious revival going on among children and youth of which I was not even aware. It seemed to be an encouraging sign. No longer, however, do I notice anyone wearing these bracelets, and I concluded that they must have been a fad fashion item.

So I consulted an “expert” - the teenage daughter of a family friend who attends a local high school. Yes, indeed, they were trendy items a few years back. Yet she indicated that no one at her school wears them any longer (with the exception of one boy she describes as a zealous Christian). How sad, I thought, that an item that reminds us of our commitment to Jesus and his teachings should fall to the whims of fashion. I wondered if Jesus had “gone out of style,” or if wearing one's faith on one's sleeve had become a fashion “faux pas.”

I have often thought of my need for something that would serve to remind me that in every moment of every day I have a choice in all decisions I make. In my thinking, saying, and doing – seemingly “large” or seemingly “small” - I either side with God or the opposite – against God. In my view there are no other choices, no nebulous “grey” area that seems to offer us a more comfortable place where decisions can be put off for a while or avoided altogether. A “WWJD” bracelet is, of course, not necessary, in that it will not magically transform us into present-day disciples of Christ. It can, however, help us to remain “on track.”

The world's viewpoint is announced LOUDLY and clearly, especially in the mass-market media and through the astonishingly quick communication available across the globe through ubiquitous electronic devices. In contrast, God's voice has been described as a still, small voice which patiently and quietly awaits our acknowledgement. In my thinking, God does not compete with nor shout above the noise of this world, for He did not create it. We did, and, I believe, did so to keep His voice at a distance. It becomes our responsibility, therefore, to quiet our minds and bodies, creating an environment in which God's voice is welcomed and received. Listening to God takes practice – a good deal of it, and every day! Perhaps some small, unobtrusive item tucked into a pocket or purse, or a short phrase that is repeated softly or silently at regular intervals throughout the day (or whenever we feel “challenged”) would be just the thing to help us lead true Christian lives. We would each do well to approach the “WWJD” idea in our own individual way, so that we might more readily center our daily living in the love and grace, joy and peace, forgiveness and inspiration we find in Jesus Christ, who listened only to the voice of his Heavenly Father.

In an early 16th century English prayer book we find a most remarkable text. It has been set to music by several composers, one setting of which was sung by our adult choir on January 25.

It reads:
“God be in my head and in my understanding.
God be in my eyes and in my looking.
God be in my mouth and in my speaking.
God be in my heart and in my thinking.”

What depth of meaning and height of thought and power are contained within this simple set of words – a creed and guide for our everyday living!

As a prayer, I would suggest these words from an African-American spiritual found in the United Methodist Hymnal:
“Lord, I want to be a Christian in my heart …
“Lord, I want to be more loving in my heart …
“Lord, I want to be more holy in my heart …
“Lord, I want to be like Jesus in my heart … in my heart.”
Amen.

Doug Dykstra

March 2, 2009

Someone Who Loves You

Read UMH #526

I recently came across a children’s book that I bought long ago with my own money. It was the first book I ever bought and the book that I probably loved the most as a child. It made me happy every time I looked at the cute illustrations and read the soothing words. The book, by Joan Walsh Anglund and entitled “A Friend is Someone Who Likes You,” reads:

A friend is someone who likes you. It can be a boy… It can be a girl… or a cat… or a dog, or even a white mouse. A tree can be a different kind of friend. It doesn’t talk to you, but you know it likes you, because it gives you apples... or pears… or cherries… or, sometimes, a place to swing. A brook can be a friend in a special way. It talks to you with splashy gurgles. It cools your toes and lets you sit quietly beside it when you don’t fell like speaking……

Sometimes you don’t know who are your friends. Sometimes they are there all the time, but you walk right past them and don’t notice that they like you in a special way. And then you think you don’t have any friends. Then you must stop hurrying and rushing so fast…and move very slowly, and look around carefully, to see someone who smiles at you in a special way… or a dog that wags its tail extra hard whenever you are near.. or a tree that lets you climb it easily… or a brook that lets you be quiet when you want to be quiet. Sometimes you have to find your friend. Some people have lots and lots of friends…and some people have quite a few friends… but everyone… everyone in the whole world has at least one friend. Where did you find yours?

I know it’s just a children’s book, but I still feel really warm and fuzzy every time I read those words. But now when I read the words I think about how so many of us are lonely, searching for love, and wanting to fit in. I also realize that the book has a greater truth: If we slow down, stop hurrying and listen, we will find God in the trees and the brooks, and in one another. As a favorite hymn tells us, “What a friend we have in Jesus.”


Jan Versical

February 28, 2009

Try Gratitude

Read: Psalm 30
"The mass of men [women] lead lives of quiet desperation." Henry David Thoreau, 1817
1862

Does the above quote send a chill down your spine, or does it actually ring true for you?
How does a person accept the daily gifts that flow from God and still live a life of "quiet
desperation?" Could it be possible that a lack of gratitude is supporting the despera-
tion?

I would like to suggest that gratitude can brighten any day and any life. In fact, I think
that desperation and gratitude are incompatible opposites. Gratitude opens one's heart
to the splendor of each little pleasure in life: a warm shower, a cool summer breeze, a
comfortable bed, good water to drink, sunrises, sunsets, a stranger's smile, a baby's fin-
gers and toes, good music, the five senses...I could go on indefinitely, and so could you.
None of those pleasures costs much money and yet they add immeasurably to our en-
joyment if we are conscious of them.

How, then, do we cultivate gratitude in our lives? Start with a quick "gratitude prayer" at
least once a day, thanking God for five simple pleasures that come to mind. After that,
you will find it difficult to feel desperate for at least a short while. And the more we de-
velop our consciousness of pleasures we're grateful for, the more we will leave despera-
tion behind, until one day we come to the realization that we feel grateful and happy a
lot more than we feel desperate and miserable.

If you have been on the wrong road, God allows U turns! Try gratitude.

Inspiration comes from the apostle Paul: "...for I have learned, in whatever state I am, to
be content." Philippians 4:11.

Joy Baker (from March 25, 2003)

February 27, 2009

God Is Faithful

Read Psalm 46

I am delighted to be included in this year's GPUMC Lenten book! I have such fond memories of spending 20 years in the church office. God blessed me with the most wonderful job of working with great ministers and making many friends. I have been retired now for 15 years (unbelievable!) but still enjoy reading the Pointers and keeping in touch with several at the Church. I enjoy being in touch with Carol Ann Maleitzke who always made my day when she came into the office. Doug Dykstra and I keep each other up to date, too. Doug outdid me though! He went ahead and took the Number One spot for working at GPUMC longer than me! I love keeping in touch with Jack and Ruth Mannschreck, they are very special. Some of you will remember Melba Drew who worked in the office a few years. She is one of my best friends and a special prayer partner. And it's great to keep in touch through E-mail with Sharon Haskell who was a member and worked with me many years in the office, too. There are more who stay in contact, including Rev. Mary Frost and my old bosses, those super ministers!

Since retiring a lot has happened in my life, mostly good, some not so good. But God is faithful and has been with me through it all and continues to be with me. He is my strength and power. Six years ago I fell and broke my leg, a very bad break that required four surgeries (ever hear of titanium plates breaking? I have the pieces I can show you!) I am still handicapped and using a walker. Thus I cannot drive but am blessed with a wonderful family who takes me to church and occasionally restaurants, does my shopping and laundry and much more. I cannot complain. Life is good! And I am thankful that I can still live in my cozy home of 55 years. I am truly blessed to have four terrific children, their great spouses and 11 grandchildren, plus two great-grandchildren. They are all active in the church and my son and son-in-law are both ministers. God has been very good to me!

Two years ago I lost my dear husband of 53 years after a battle with cancer. I know Archie is with the Lord he loves and God gave us His strength, comfort and perfect peace through those difficult days. I am convinced that God's grace is sufficient. Since then I have hit a milestone birthday of 75! Who me? How can that be!

Two of my favorite verses that have stayed with me all through the years:

Isaiah 40:31 - They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength, they shall mount up with wings as eagles, they shall run and not grow weary, they shall walk and not faint.

Jeremiah 29:11 - For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

May God continue to bless the important ministry and special people of GPUMC. I love you all!

Dorothy Yerke

February 26, 2009

The Lenten Jive

Read: Romans 5

If you know me, this probably comes as no surprise: I like coffee.
I like the way coffee tastes; I like the way coffee smells; I like the way coffee feels in my mouth.
I like coffee.

For several years, it was my practice to give up coffee for Lent. The big surprise, especially the first year, was to discover just how much of my time was spent making, drinking, pouring, cleaning up, or just walking to the pot to get: coffee. The reason for making a sacrifice at Lent is not just to give something up that I ought to avoid anyway. Rather it is to make real to me the Sacrifice made by my Lord on the Cross; to identify with Him through an act of self-denial, however small it might be.

I have found that this exercise has carried over for far longer than any season - long though Lent seems when I'm deprived of my coffee - right through the months and the years. In the second or third year of this Lenten discipline, I changed to giving up the caffeine rather than the coffee. This meant that I still had the taste and so forth (at least as much as that decaffeinated stuff has to offer), so it might seem that it couldn't have been as meaningful to me. In fact, this was when it really hit home.

Whenever I poured a cup of decaf (yuck) that Lent, I prayed over it: "Remember, Christ died for us when we were yet sinners. That is God's proof of His love for us." It's surprising how often that line comes to mind as I fill my cup.

I like coffee. I like the taste and smell and all of that, but I also like the fact that because of my Lenten ritual of years ago, coffee reminds me that Christ died for me.

Prayer:
Father, thank you for Your Love which was demonstrated in Your Son's Life, Death, and Resurrection. May I make each everyday occurrence an opportunity to remember and thank You for it. I ask this In Jesus' name. Amen.
Thought for the Day:
Any act can be an occasion for prayer and thanksgiving.


Charlie van Becelaere (from Feb 18, 1999)

February 25, 2009 - Ash Wednesday

He Sends The Snow In Winter

Read Methodist Hymnal #513 - We Plow the Fields (1964-66 Hymnal)

Over the past years I have tried to make a habit of beginning each day with a devotion and prayer. I began this practice many years ago using Charlie’s Lenten Devotional Booklet. The past couple of months I find myself beginning my day with snow shoveling followed by devotions.

I’m one of those strange folk who enjoys the snow. Maybe I like it because I grew up in the U.P. but more likely because it is a time for me to get exercise and fresh air. When I go out early, in the morning the beauty and quiet is a marvel to behold it is also a great time to chat with God. Today I was noticing that today’s snow was heavy, the perfect kind for snowmen. Much of the snow so far this season has been the light fluffy or grainy type. I was wondering why God sends us different kinds of snow and what about this “global warming stuff”. Two things occurred to me … 1 – the good packing snow is for play and I should do more of that and 2 – the light fluffy snow is to make the shoveling easier and save my back.

I know everyone (even some in my family) do not appreciate or even like snow but it is a beautiful, quiet way for God to water our earth. The snow covered ground is a time for the Earth to rest. Maybe we should take the cue and try to do the same for just a few minutes of our busy day. When Spring arrives our grass, flowers and leaves will burst forth new with renewed hope for a better world.

Dear Lord, we thank you for the snows you send. Help us to remember that you are sending the snow for play, rest, peace, beauty, and to renew the Earth. Remind us to take a moment to rest and enjoy your quiet beauty. Amen

Gretchen Brammer

Lent 2009 - Introduction

After last year, Lent could never seem to come early, to sneak up on us, could it?
Of course it could.

After all, we don’t live in eternity (yet), so silly things like time still manage to trip us up on a regular basis. Oh, and this year was quite regular in that respect.
Sadly, there wasn’t quite the creative “outreach” [you may prefer to think of it as “begging” or “badgering” if you prefer] of previous years. No endless harangues, no threats of “this page left blank courtesy of ,” nor even purple Lenten Stockings hung in the hallway with care.
This translated into not very many submissions for this year’s book.

Imagine that. We’ve done ten years of these already, and it’s looking like we won’t have enough to publish the book this year.
Wait a minute. Ten years of books? Already sitting there?
Well, if we can’t have all new devotions, we can certainly supplement them with some favourites from the past.

And so we did.

Even more than in past years, it seems perfectly appropriate to repeat the introduction from our congregation's first book of devotions of more than thirty years ago:

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

One or all may take precedence, depending upon our daily commitments. From these devotions, lovingly prepared, may you find a well spring of faith to renew and sustain you, so that the Glorious Triumph that is Easter will remain with you always.

The Lenten Committee


Again, we can but say, “Amen.”

Charlie van Becelaere, Editor

March 23, 2008

Keep the Faith

Read: John 20

That dark Sunday morning, the women struggled toward the tomb with the spices and ointment they bore only a part of what weighed them down. They bore the grief and pain of having seen their Teacher and Master crucified like a common criminal, then buried in a borrowed tomb. At least they could keep faith with Him by completing the preparations for His burial for which there simply hadn't been time as the Sabbath bore down on them.

Of course, their spices weren't needed - remember, He had already been anointed at Bethany (and at His birth when the Magi brought myrrh!) The women were being faithful in small things - they hadn't abandoned their teacher, even in death. Still, they were missing the big step of faith; He had told them that the Son of Man had to die and rise again on the third day, what were they thinking? Nonetheless, "to everyone who has will more be given, and he will have an abundance" (Matthew 25:29), and they received the reward of their faithfulness in greater measure than anyone could ever have hoped or imagined. He was alive! He had risen, a conqueror after all, but not simply over the power of Rome, but as the conqueror of Sin and Death!

Now it is our turn to keep the faith, and to contend for the Faith. Where do we start? How about with the little things? "For what does it profit a man if he gains the whole world and loses or forfeits himself? For whoever is ashamed of me and of my words, of him will the Son of Man be ashamed when he comes in his glory...." (Luke 9:25 26)

I'd like to close this year's Devotions Book with this verse from the Gospel of John
"Now Jesus did many other signs in the presence of the disciples, which are not written in this book; but these are written so that you may believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that by believing you may have life in his name." (John 20:30-31)

So go forth Alive, and rejoicing as you reach out to your community and beyond, living the Good News of Jesus Christ! Amen!

Charlie van Becelaere

March 22, 2008

It's All About Who You Know

Read: Matthew 7:21-23, Luke 18:15-17

As have many companies in our area, the company where I work has just gone through a painful round of layoffs. I survived the cuts, but many of my friends did not.

I was talking with one of my friends who's actually looking forward to moving on. He said that he sees it as a kick in the pants from God to go do what he's really supposed to be doing anyway. It's too comfortable to be able to simply keep going to the same place, doing the same things, for the same paycheck. Still, he knows that it's going to be tough out there, and I offered to help with any contacts he might need to make – as they say, it's all about who you know. As he was leaving my office, we said that we'll see each other around, and then Brian said that he knew he would see me in Heaven, anyway, and he's right. Because in that case too, it's all about Who you know:

A man dies. Of course, St. Peter meets him at the Pearly Gates.

St. Peter says, "Here's how it works. You need 100 points to make it into heaven. You tell me all the good things you've done, and I give you a certain number of points for each item, depending on how good it was. When you reach 100 points, you get in."

"Okay," the man says, "I was married to the same woman for 50 years and never cheated on her, even in my heart."

"That's wonderful," says St. Peter, "that's worth three points!"

"Three points?" he says. "Well, I attended church all my life and supported its ministry with my tithe and service."

"Terrific!" says St. Peter. "That's certainly worth a point."

"One point!?!! I started a soup kitchen in my city and worked in a shelter for homeless veterans."

"Fantastic, that's good for two more points," he says.

"Two points!?!!" Exasperated, the man cries, "At this rate it'll just be by the grace of God that I ever get into heaven."

"Bingo, 100 points! Come on in!"

Amen!

Charlie van Becelaere

March 21, 2008

Final Moments

Read: Luke 23:33-46

November was a month with unexpected and unpleasant deaths for us. Two of Gary’s co-workers were gunned down in a parking lot. Sadly it wasn’t over as fast as one would hope. Every so often I think of that horrible moment. I imagine the terror they experienced and feel awful about the way they died. One of our dogs died in November too, so now I have two dogs in heaven. There are days when I think of them and can cry just thinking about how miserable their last day was. It’s easy to focus on the bad parts. It’s sad to lose someone you love, and when their death isn’t painless or easy, it’s hard to ignore the misery that went with it.

Then I remind myself that in the scheme of things the terror or misery that they felt was fleeting. I find myself physically shaking my head to make the upsetting thoughts leave. I force myself to think about what their life is like now. Gary’s co-workers were in love, and they died together. Their terror and pain vanished and now they are happy together for eternity. I imagine one of my dogs swimming any time he wants. I imagine him running without a limp. I imagine the other dog giving him a run for his money chasing the ball. They didn’t know each other in life, but I like to think they’ve found each other and become friends. I know their pain is gone.

That makes me think of Good Friday. I can get very upset by the horrible death Jesus suffered. I can’t help but project my feelings onto his situation. I imagine his pain, his sadness, his fear, his disappointment in those responsible. Each Good Friday I grieve for him. My grief, like his suffering, is fleeting though. Not only did his suffering end, but he rose to glory and great joy to be with his Father. Because of his suffering, we also will rise to glory and great joy to be with our Father.


Thought for the day: Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. (Psalm 30:5)

Prayer: Dear God, we are amazed and eternally grateful for the suffering Jesus endured for us. Help us remember that whether our own exit from this life is easy or difficult, we will enter into peace and joy in heaven with you. Amen.


Jacki Rumpp

March 20, 2008

Methodist Central Hall: London, England

Read Luke 10:29-37

I walked into the church, awkward and self-conscious, with a big red duffel bag on my back and a red and grey backpack covering my chest, looking every bit like the typical American-youth-back-packing-across-Europe. Loaded down with everything I might possibly need for a month of travel, I was tired, lonely, homesick, and bored of Catholicism. I was ready for something different, something less severe. I was ready to be uplifted, I was ready to be inspired.

The security guard graciously accepted my bag, and kindly directed me to the coffee room to wait until the service started. Finding a seat in the corner, I attempted to make myself inconspicuous while still taking note of the others gathered there, a difficult task in a room with few other people. Upon hearing of a communion service, I questioned the speaker and was led into a small chapel for the early morning service. Having only received communion once in the past five months, I was looking forward to the opportunity of taking the sacrament that had been otherwise denied to my un-Orthodox beliefs. Approaching the altar for the bread and wine was like coming home, finally something I could understand, an idea I believed in and an act I could participate in without feeling like an intruder. I was unprepared for the sense of relief and thanksgiving that came, and the tears began to flow, stemmed only by a fellow worshiper leaning over and holding my hand, offering me the human element which had been so lackluster in the other churches.

After the service, the same woman caught up with me, introduced herself as Mary, and asked if everything was alright, if she could pray for me. She took my hand and offered a small thanks to God for bringing me to the church that morning, praying that I would be safe and happy. She didn’t know anything about me, not my story, why I was there, where I was going. And she took my hand and prayed for me. As simple as that.

As I left the hall later that afternoon in order to catch a train to the next city on my list, I was overwhelmed by a sense of relief and healing. The service had been beautiful, and just as exciting, it had been in English. The words of the sermon had resounded, pressing humility on all who listened. The music had been uplifting and pure. And the congregation had welcomed me as one of their own, inviting me to worship in the future and gave me names and numbers to contact if ever I was back in the city.

I have never been so touched by the kindness of complete strangers. In a world that seems filled to the brim with devastation, disaster and mistrust, peace and love are sometimes hard to imagine, impossible to achieve. But a gentle hand touched mine and loneliness slipped away. I received a hug and I felt relief. And a prayer was lifted up and I saw hope.

Emily Richardson-Rossbach

March 19, 2008

Pitfalls in Life

Read Psalm 103, Luke 14:1-6

A man fell into a pit and couldn't get himself out...

A subjective person came along and said, "I feel for you down there."

An objective person walked by and said, "It's logical that someone would fall down there."

A Pharisee said, "Only bad people fall into pits."

A mathematician calculated how deep the pit was.

A news reporter wanted the exclusive story on the pit.

An IRS agent asked if he was paying taxes on the pit.

A self-pitying person said, "You haven't seen anything until you've seen my pit."

A fire-and-brimstone preacher said, "You deserve your pit."

A Christian Scientist observed, "The pit is just in your mind."

A psychologist noted, "Your mother and father are to blame for your being in that pit."

A self-esteem therapist said, "Believe in yourself and you can get out of that pit."

An optimist said, "Things could be worse."

A pessimist claimed, "Things will get worse."

Jesus, seeing the man, took him by the hand and lifted him out of the pit.



Thought for the Day:
Be ye fishers of men: You catch 'em; He'll clean 'em.

March 18, 2008

Walking in Heavy Rain

Read: Mark 9:35-37

A few years ago we planned a trip through Elderhostel to Costa Rica. We were told before we left home that we could visit a local small school, and if we chose, we could bring school supplies for the very poor school.

After we arrived in the small town near the Caribbean coast, a hurricane came through, very close to us – monsoon rains for several days.

The trip director told us we didn't have to walk the quarter of a mile to the school, but the children would be very disappointed if we didn't come.

Needless to say, all thirty of us grabbed rain hats and umbrellas and walked through knee-high wet grass fields, and across mud roads to make the trip.

Through their teacher's interpretation, they asked many questions, and we sang our National Anthem for them.

This is a very friendly, but poor country. Most homes have dirt floors and no indoor plumbing.

The reward for us – seeing the smiling faces and hearing “thank you for coming” – was well worth the wet walk.

Sarah and Jack Wooton


Thought for the day: Have faith – remember, it wasn't raining when Noah built the ark!

March 17, 2008

Prayer

Christ, be with me,
Christ before me,
Christ behind me,

Christ in me,
Christ beneath me,
Christ above me,

Christ on my right,
Christ on my left,

Christ where I lie,
Christ where I sit,
Christ where I arise,

Christ in the heart of everyone who thinks of me,

Christ in every eye that sees me,

Christ in every ear that hears me,

Salvation is of the Lord,

Salvation is of the Christ,

May your salvation, O Lord, be ever with us.

Amen.


St. Patrick

March 15, 2008

Why do you live There?

Read Psalm 84

Country Roads. I love driving them. We live on a paved road, but when I have time I love to take the back roads home for the last 7 miles or so. How would you like to drive the last 7 miles home without passing another car? It’s not uncommon to pass a herd of deer or other wildlife on the way home. Our nearest neighbor in the back yard is .9 miles away. That would be like living on Maumee and your backyard goes all the way to Mack Ave. We have a bonfire whenever we feel like it. The nearest streetlight is 1.2 miles away.

Our yard features a stocked fishing/swimming pond that covers ¾ acre. The pond alone is bigger than the yard I grew up in. Kids go nuts when they catch a 4 lb bass right here in the back yard. We entertain a lot and in summer and we have the space for baseball, football, badminton, Frisbees, kites, horseshoes, swimming, fishing, cards, fireworks, and any number of things kids dream up all going on at once. Our home is one of those places kids always whine about going to, then the parents can’t get them in the car to leave.

Our home is modest but includes all the modern conveniences and updates we want. Our classic Chris Craft 27’ Commander fishing boat spends her winter in a heated/air-conditioned barn on our property. We can visit and tinker whenever we like. Your barn isn’t heated and air-conditioned? Your boat is on some strangers place? How do you live?

Sometimes Jeri and I sit in the rockers on the back porch and use the .22 cal. rifle to shoot flies off the rocks in the back 40 about 130 yards away.

At Christmas a dozen farmers with their hay wagons loaded with kids go to see Santa on the edge of town. Santa flies in on a candy apple red helicopter, lands in a corn field then rides on an old pickup truck with antlers and a big red nose on the hood so the kids can come see Santa. You don’t get this in the ‘burbs.

It’s not all fun and games though; the local paper crime blotter can be pretty scary. One time the 4H cow got out, wandering and lurking in the shadows in the woods for a week until caught at the Bruno farm howling to the bull in the pen. Then there was the time someone stole a concrete goose statue from someone's front porch. The heinous part of the crime is that the perpetrator also took the Goose’s new holiday outfit and the poinsettia plant next to it. Yup this stuff makes the paper out here. If we do need the cops though they’re only a phone call away, 45 minutes to an hour later they’re here, and ready for anything.

12-year-old boys ride dirt bikes for miles on the back trails between the farms. They don’t ask for bee bee guns. They ask for and get real shotguns; youth hunting day is a rite of passage. The video game people don’t do very well around here. One of the farmers has a heated barn that’s so big the little league uses it as a batting cage in the winter. That can be a lot of fun to watch on a winter’s night.

The old farmer down the road, Big Daddy Tom is a great neighbor. His family’s been farming this area for over a hundred years. Sometimes I spend a day with him to go see the Amish. Amos the Amish makes windows, Jacob the Amish runs the lumber mill, and Elizabeth the Amish makes the cookies. Whatever you need, you can probably get it from the Amish. On the way back Big Daddy Tom knows every watering hole and hidden haunt from the Tip of the Thumb to Toledo. You’d be surprised how many there are and where some of them are. At least one is in an old root cellar that has served libations since prohibition. You can’t pay to get in; you have to bring a good story to tell. Drinks are still a buck. Take it from me, some of the beer lappin’, belly slappin’, broad beam baloombas can tell a pretty tall tale for a dollar drink.

Sometimes I feel inadequate in church because we live so far from Grosse Pointe, although we can make it to Church in 33 minutes. Nothing beats the Pointes in spring and fall and I do miss the area. We have to make a choice though. As the great 20th century philosopher Bob Seger once said, “You just can’t have it all”. We could never afford to have all we want in Grosse Pointe.

We once invited the entire congregation to our home for a picnic and many of you came. It was a lot of fun. We could probably be talked into doing that again.

Having all of you makes the drive to church worth it, and having open space makes the drive home worth it too.

For us, Country Roads isn’t just a song it’s a way of life. We don’t live fancy but we sure live free. No one has ever asked why we live here after having spent an afternoon with us. If you’re reading this I hope we’ll get to see you out here sometime.


Ron & Jeri Draper

March 14, 2008

Why do you come all the way here for church?

Read 1 Timothy 1:3-7

Jeri and I are asked this frequently, and I suppose it’s a logical question if you only drive a few minutes to get to church, although it’s never even occurred to me. We usually answer the second part with an invitation, bring your family to our home for an afternoon and you’ll understand. The answer to the first is a little harder to pin down.

I don’t remember it but I was baptized on the old altar where the piano now resides in the Great Hall.

I can remember swimming and fishing on the St. Mary’s River at Camp Conley when I was 3. The Frisbies, Pierrons, Heftys, Bantiens, Rev. Nixon, Dr. and Mrs. Schaffer, and others were there. It was 1962. We went there with the Church until I was 6.

I can remember Ginny Downs making nursery school fun. I remember Bert Prisk using a plumber’s torch to melt crayons on sandpaper drawings we made in 5th grade Sunday school, the coolest thing that ever happened in Sunday school, painting with fire.

So many times Perry Thomas tried to get me to straighten up and fly right. God rest his tired soul. I drilled the holes in the granite boulder to mount his bronze statue in the Memorial Garden. It’s still there. Must have done that right.

I helped Scott and Mary Frost organize the first church winter retreat. Mary couldn’t ski so I taught her. I snowplowed backward down the hill with her skis snowplowing between mine while I held her to keep her balance and she had the hang of it in no time. She loved it so much she and Scott moved to Florida, haven’t seen her since.

So many times I remember half the church coming to our house to play cards with my parents all night.

I remember sitting in the balcony of the old sanctuary watching the choir singing the Hallelujah Chorus of Handel’s Messiah. To this day it’s one of my fondest memories. If my life passes in front of my eyes when I die, I’m sure that sight will be in there. Now when I see Jan up there in the choir it’s 1974 again. We sit up front so fewer people suffer when I sing.

Before there was Charlie there was a man we called Doc. He worked tirelessly to make church a place where young people wanted to be. He was an important figure in my teen years. Many years later I found myself 1,200 miles off shore in the Atlantic on a dark moonless night full of stars and no other light. I was delivering a 42’ sailboat to the West Indies. On deck alone on watch with calm seas sailing at 5 knots, I couldn’t resist the temptation to take a dip. At 01:00 or so I tied a line to a deck cleat and jumped in. Holding the rope I towed behind the boat as I’d done hundreds of times near shore in daylight with friends running the boat. This time it was just me and the stars above. Then for some reason, it occurred to me how disappointed Doc would be if I died out here doing this. If I lost the rope, the boat would be miles away in the open ocean before anyone knew I was gone. Paying attention to my gut and Doc, I climbed out to dry off. As I did, the drag on my fishing pole’s reel gave out a grind for only a second. When I reeled in the line my bait was bitten in half. It was a wooden plug the size of a large broom handle. Something hungry with teeth as big as my thumb was in the water right behind me when I was towing myself behind the boat. Why do I drive so far to come to this church? Why was Doc there in the stars that night?

Even so, for several years I was CEO of this church. Yup I was. Christmas Easter Only. In those years I felt inadequate. I spent many lunch breaks eating my lunch in the parking lot. Then after a service I attended that included Charlie and Heidi singing a duet I remarked to Charlie how fortunate this church is to have them. He responded with the most astute observation, he said “This church is fortunate to have you too, Ron, we’d like you to come in more often.” So I did.

This led to me finding some of my most treasured friends, if you’re reading this you’re one of them. Even in the years I was not often in this church, there’s not been a time when this church wasn’t in me. This little church is firmly ensconced in my soul. Now I look forward to my Bob sermons, they’re like the lunch Jeri packs for me, I don’t remember the specific contents of them, I just know that each one keeps me going until the next one is consumed.

I can remember every Pastor since Rev. Nixon. I’ve been raised in, confirmed in, and counseled by this church for as long as I can remember. Over the years I’ve found myself in some compromising positions, and its only the teachings and connection to this church that have led me from the tempter. Over the years two people have died in my arms, and it’s only because of the things I’ve learned in this church that I knew what to do at those times.

From the first time I brought her, the lovely and gracious JeriLynn has commented how friendly and accommodating everyone is.

Even when driving 1 ½ hours through a foot of snow I don’t wonder why we drive so far to come to this church, for me it’s a question of “ Where else would I go?”

And besides I know it makes my mom happy.

Happy Birthday MOM!

Ron Draper

March 13, 2008

Growing in our Faith

Read Numbers 6:22-27, 1Corinthians 12:12-13, 26-31

I was at first a bit nervous when asked to reflect upon my faith and how the church has influenced my life. When we first started attending services at GPUMC I was feeling a bit guilty. Being brought up Catholic, I thought my Mother would be rolling in her grave. Then another member approached me during the fellowship hour and said that if it wasn't for the ex-Catholics this church wouldn't be so large. As the weeks passed I felt welcomed and fascinated at how the church family worked. The church was not run by the Pastors but by the people. The Pastors keep us centered and guided but we are in charge of all the wonderful things that are done here.

Over the past five years I have seen an amazing growth in faith in myself and my entire family! Steve, my husband and rock, has read the entire Bible twice! (Including the book of Numbers!) He glows when he talks of the senior high work camp mission trip. My 15 year old son, Mitch, has made some incredible friends and memories with the youth group thanks to Charlie and Heidi. And I continue to hope and pray that Lindsay, 12, will have the same wonderful memories of church as she continues her faith journey. My only memories of church when I was young was a long ride to 1PM mass at St. Mary's church. My Dad dropping us off in front, saying he would be in and he has heard enough sermons in his life. I love listening to our pastors' sermons; they bring the Bible to daily life and I especially love it when my kids comment on the sermon at brunch. Yes they get it!!!!

As I sit behind the altar with the choir each week, I look from my perch at all the wonderful people in our congregation. I know that these people make a big difference in the world. I know that one day very soon my kids will be off at college and I will have more time to be more involved with all the wonderful people and projects at GPUMC.

May the Lord Bless Us and Keep Us.


Gail Makos

March 12, 2008

The Journey to Grosse Pointe United Methodist Church

Read Galatians 6:1-10

My charming bride came home from Church one Sunday and said that Bill had asked her to talk to the congregation about her Church life. She said Bill would like you to say something too. That was the Sunday Bill had announced he had reluctantly accepted the mission position. My reaction that I participate was “no way!” Then I thought about what Bill had said that day in Church….how he had managed to dodge leadership positions, yet he worked in the Memorial Garden, picked up flats of flowers at Eastern Market, sang in the choir and smiled. WOW!! Those are major commitments.

My family lived some distance from Central Methodist Church in Lansing. Buses didn’t run on Sundays. We didn’t have a car. On some Sundays and Easter, my Mom and I would walk the mile to the Nazarene Church service where my Boy Scout Troop met. In High School, I witnessed for God at age 15 at the South Baptist Church. This meant a person didn’t dance, play cards, smoke or drink. You could kiss though. This fit right in with growing up. If you said, “holy cow” at my grandmother’s house, it was to the corner, nose to the cob webs.

I went into the Army at 19 expecting to go to Korea but was sent to France instead. My Mom wrote and told me that I had never been baptized. For some reason, I wanted “immersion”. The base chaplain found a town some 40 miles away that agreed to the baptism. My military life style didn’t change much. I read Bible “words” nightly and practiced what I perceived to be a good Christian. I still could go astray on any given day.

Upon return, Karen and I met at Ferris State College. We were immediately attracted and wed 3 years later. We married in the First Methodist Church in her hometown of Ypsilanti by the Reverend Robert Ward.

We spent the next 3 years in Ludington and attended the Methodist Church, sang in the choir and enjoyed Church family activities. When moving to the Detroit metropolitan area, the St. Clair Shores Methodist Church was recommended. For some reason, Karen and I didn’t feel comfortable nor accepted. We decided to look around. One Sunday, we came here and here became home. Our first Sunday, we were greeted when we came in and greeted when we left by lovely, smiling people, many of whom are still here and still greet. That was 1965.

Interestingly the narrow door and congested hallway we entered that day doesn’t exist anymore. Now there is a large Narthex that gets congested. However, the greeting and smiling faces still exist. I could or should do more for our Church….my home. I have contributed and served. I do think back to the years when the giving envelopes were white, yellow, pink, lavender, green, now blue and realize how fortunate the church is that we don’t have a half empty or full envelope box today. In the early years with a young family, it was difficult to always meet our pledge. We did what we could do at the time.

In closing, I must thank this congregation, Reverend Wright, Jenneth and Nancy Grose for the support you all gave Karen and me after the death of our daughter, Jami. Talk about the strength of God and belonging…this church is the place to be!!!


Maynard A. Leigh

March 11, 2008

Coventry Cathedral

Prayer Panels in the Ruins

In the ruins of the cathedral in Coventry, England – which adjoin the new cathedral, built after the original edifice had been destroyed by German bombs in World War II – are several panels of prayers. Where the altar once stood is a cross made of burnt beams of the old church, with a sign saying “Father, Forgive.” Around the rest of the former sanctuary are panels with the theme, Hallowed be Thy Name, asking God's presence in all our activities.


Hallowed be Thy Name

In Industry		God be in my hands and in my making.
In the Arts		God be in my senses and in my creating.
In the Home		God be in my heart and in my loving.
In Commerce		God be at my desk and in my trading.
In Suffering		God be in my pain and in my enduring.
In Government		God be in my plans and in my deciding.
In Education		God be in my mind and in my growing.
In Recreation		God be in my limbs and in my leisure.

Holy, Holy, Holy Lord God of Hosts Heaven and Earth are full of Thy glory

March 10, 2008

If a church is measured by prayers and kindness, then this house of God is, indeed, a cathedral.

Read 1 John 4:7-13

Our family has lived in a state of anxiety and concern since my husband, Bill, was diagnosed with a life-threatening illness. It was exactly one yea ago this month that happened, and our church has been my harbor, a safe haven.

Everyone is such a comfort to me.... A hug, a special smile, phone calls, cinnamon applesauce and peanut brittle, soup, a complete dinner for two, cards, prayers and messages left on our machine. All of these have made us feel loved and important. "How's Bill doing today?" When asked this question, many times you hear from me more than you need to know, but it feels like family, and I tend to vent my frustrations and hopes onto your shoulders.

I wish there were something to give to all of you in return to show our appreciation.

Bill and I thank you for all that you've shared with us. We feel very special, and we send our love back to you.

Jean and Bill Buhler


"We are most like our Lord when our thoughts for ourselves are lost in our thoughts for others. There is no greater love than that." (from John 15:13)

March 8, 2008

A Mother's Challenge

Read Matthew 25:35 and 28:19-20

My daughter bought me a quote-of-the-day calendar about motherhood. Although I found all the quotes to be insightful and interesting, I was particularly inspired by the quotation from Rose Kennedy, about her role as a mother:

“Whenever I held my newborn baby in my arms, I used to think that what I said and did to him could have an influence not only on him but on all whom he met, not only for a day or a month or a year, but for all eternity—a very challenging and exciting thought for a mother.”

While thinking about what she said, I realized that she was also describing our roles as Christian disciples. We are called upon to spread the good news of Jesus Christ in our interactions with others. What we say or do can have a profound influence on someone’s life, and that person, in turn, can affect the lives of others in a very positive way. We should all be excited by the challenge!!

Matthew 25:35


Jan Versical

March 7, 2008

Pathways

Read Psalm 119:1-3, 105

I've traveled many pathways in
The years I've spent on Earth;
Some paths have led to heartache, but
More paths have led to mirth.

Some paths were far too steep to climb.
Yet with my silent prayer,
God sent an added touch of strength
And faith to get me there.

I've flown across Pacific seas
To fair Hawaiian isles,
Then found their beauty equaled by
My children's precious smiles.

I've wandered through ripe fields of wheat
That equaled treasured gold;
I've climbed to glaciered mountain peaks,
So splendid to behold.

I've gone through valleys of despair
In shadows dark and deep,
Yet God reached down to comfort me
Whenever I would weep.

I've strolled beside a beach where whales
Cavorted happily,
Inspiring, poetry in praise
Of God's great majesty!

Yes, I have traveled far and known
Both pain and happiness,
Yet found, as I look back on life,
A fact I must confess:

No matter where the paths have led,
The best one I have trod
Was when, as just a little child...
I chose the path of God!

Berniece Hearsch (Karen Bromley's friend from Bad Axe)

March 6, 2008

Follow Your Nose

Read: Isaiah 55: 8 - 11

A couple months after our much-loved dog, Tucker, died at age 14, we decided we needed another companion. We acquired a very energetic hunting dog, a Hungarian pointer named Toby. Toby is Tucker’s antithesis – full of energy, and goofy, but a bit of a wimp. Also, for the sake of our sanity, he needs to be walked everyday.

Toby’s walking habits are erratic to say the least. I hate to make him heel all the time, so usually give him the run of the leash. His nose is constantly to the ground as he runs back and forth across the sidewalk - to trees, telephone poles, mailboxes – a whirlwind of motion.

I thought he was just a crazy dog, until a few weeks ago when we walked after a fresh snowfall. What I noticed was that Toby was following the tracks of animals clearly visible in the new snow. He did have a purpose – his nose was telling him what path to follow; by using only my eyes, I had assumed that there was no intent to his behavior.

Likewise, in our Christian journey, we may not always follow a straight path. With our limited vision, we cannot presume to know the direction God has designed for us.

We must trust in His infinite knowledge, and use all our senses to discover the path He has chosen for us.


Sue DeWitt

March 5, 2008

Where have they gone?

Read Hebrews 11

Wouldn’t it be nice to have the giants of history still here? People you would like to sit down with like George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Abe Lincoln and more recently Walt Disney, Alfred Sloan and Pope John 23rd. You could even include some who are giants only to yourself like for me, Chet Atkins, Waylon Jennings or Johnny Cash.

These are “celebrity” or “famous” persons. Think about those who were closer to us whom we don’t have around now. Some have moved away – others have died. Don’t you wish you had asked family members all kinds of questions about things that have come up. Shirley never asked my mother how to make pie crust or gravy, but Charlie and Jacki know. We have a lot of old pictures, but we don’t know who the people are. Some families video tape older members of their family and have excellent histories.

Look around and realize now is the time to appreciate and/or get to know the giants of your life. Start with your family, your Church family, your co-workers and perhaps some persons you have always wanted to meet. It could be like the song about guitar picker Clayton Delaney “I remember the year that Clayton Delaney Died”. At the end there’s a line “Maybe the good Lord likes a little picking too”. Who knows when any of us will be called for what ever talent we have.


Jack Van Becelaere

March 4, 2008

My Journey of Faith

Read 1 Samuel 16:6-7, Acts 15:12-17

I am honored to be asked to write about what my faith and this congregation in particular mean to me since there is no doubt that both have played a huge part in who I am today.

From the outset I need to say that I am not a person who has unshakable, unquestioning faith. Rev. Giguere once said that one should always be open to questions to grow in faith. Well, I certainly have no problem with that. In fact, there have been times in my life when I have openly rejected the church and all that it stood for.

Furthermore, I have always tried to understand the beliefs of other religions. A Jewish proverb says that he who knows only his own religion knows no religion. In this search I have always been struck by the commonalities between other faiths and Christianity.

For example, last summer I attended a Sikh temple with one of my students. After the service, the priest asked me what I thought of his sermon, which was about the road to a closer relationship with God. He said that God is not so interested in the acts of a person. That is, God does not have a clipboard keeping track of those acts. Rather what is important is your fundamental attitude toward God and others. In response to the priest's question, I said that his sermon sounded very Christian; probably not exactly the right response, considering that I was a guest in his congregation. But I was grateful for and challenged by his message nonetheless.

In summary, I view faith as a journey. When you stop for too long on this journey, that is, when you stop questioning, you will never grow in your faith.

I have had a priceless opportunity to raise our children in this church and have been thankful for the nurture of this congregation. The church has been there for all of us for the rough as well as the joyful times in our lives.

I thank God daily for this congregation and its mission.

Gratefully,
Vivian Anderson

March 3, 2008

Casting Bread

Read Romans 12:1-21

Sometimes bread makes me cry . . .

One of the marks of being “married to the ministry” is that people outside our church doors talk to me about religion and what they want it to mean. They talk about faith and their problems with it. They tell me stories of leaving the church as young adults, stories of feeling abandoned, stories of being lost. They ask me what I think about organized religion, television evangelists, salvation for sinners. And, inevitably, they ask me, “Just what do you get out of going to church?”

I want to tell them it all started when I was a child; I went to church to feel the warmth and the responsiveness of the people I loved. Going to church was never an issue in my family; we went to church because everybody went to church. It was a small town, and that’s what people did on Sunday mornings. I sometimes went with my grandma and my Aunt Aurelie to sit in their glass-fronted-sanctuary in a nestled-in-the-woods United Methodist church. My grandma kept candy in her purse, buried under Kleenex and her glasses. I chewed the candy and always wondered how much longer the prayer or the sermon would last. My aunt would lean over from her aisle seat and whisper, “There’s a cardinal in the tree,” or would point to rabbits hiding under shrubs. Grandmothers love us unconditionally of course – mine still does – and Aunt Aurelie made me feel that I could do anything, that I was supremely special just for existing. I felt especially golden sitting between them in church, even as an adult.

My aunt was one of those people who turned ordinary occurrences into great moments of entertainment. I always knew we were on some kind of excursion to make memories anytime I was with her. She used to walk me to the corner store for bread. We walked to the river; we sat on the dock with our feet dangling over the water. We threw day-old bread to the river ducks under hot summer sun. I remember how the ducks would crowd in a circle and quack contentedly as they ate. They moved as a frenzied group and quacked louder as they half swam, half flew to the next bite of bread. Sometimes I fed them the crust and kept the middle section of the bread for myself, liking the way I could pinch it into a cube in my hand before throwing it in my mouth.

Just what do I get out of going to church?

I want to tell the people who ask about the connection I feel between being that loved little girl when I was with my aunt and being a loved adult when I walk through the sanctuary doors of a church. I want to tell them that sometimes when I take communion, the smell of the bread makes me cry. It reminds me of the ducks and those summer days with my aunt, the times of being small and safe and untouched by the storms of life. I am standing in church holding bread in my hands; I am sitting at the river’s edge with my head on my aunt’s shoulder; I am throwing bread on the water. I am feeling that inexpressible gift of knowing God’s Son, and that gives rise to this belief: there are times when eating bread is the only thing that matters because it means you’re safe. I want to tell them that even if there never was an Auntie in your life, there can always be a God, and he is found in every church where someone believes and waits and prepares a table for you.

I want to tell them that what I get out of going to church sometimes defies explanation. I am often without the right words when I try to talk about God, when I think about his gifts to me, when I hold that small bit of bread in my hands as communion begins. I think in some ways it comes down to this: that belonging to a church is receiving a gift every week of knowing that one person can make a difference; it is the gift of knowing that what you give comes back to you; it is the gift of understanding that even as a grownup, when you feel small and unsafe and ravaged by the storms of life, there is a God who gives you other people’s stories to teach you the best things he can. He throws the stories right in front of your face. He pulls at your sleeve with his great big hands and points his finger toward the guy in the pew behind you at church or nods his head toward the woman three feet to your left. God elbows you in the side like an annoying older brother and pulls your hair long enough that you finally twist your head to look in his direction and you see so many people who have overcome tremendous heartache or have survived seemingly insurmountable odds that you can’t help but try to put your life back together. Look around you, God says. You can do this. Life is still about living and they’ve already given you plans.

Just what do I get out of going to church?

I want to tell the people who ask that we throw bread to the world . . . and we wait . . and someday it will make a difference. I want to tell them you are always left with the hope that moments will continue to arrive where the people you love are free and running with their arms open wide . . . you are always waiting for that spirit of people being children again . . . you are willing that spirit to land in your lap to reward you; you are receiving the world and accepting a wonderful gift each time you open your heart to the warmth of God. You offer yourself; you cast your bread and your time and your talent on the water never knowing . . . and one day it comes back to you, and the world is a better place.

Just what do I get out of going to church?

I want to tell them everything I can . . . and that’s the answer.

Everything I can.

Jenneth Wright

March 1, 2008

Tang Gah!

Read James 1:17, Luke 12:22-34

“Hi Honey, Come In, Come In, Sit honey sit, you my son. You hungry? No? You just had lunch? Good, I make you some grape leap, meat pie, piece o rice or two. Fresh kibbie, eat honey eat. Ows you mudda? Ows you fadda? Good? Tang Gah! honey Tang Gah!.”
And so it’s gone for nearly 40 years when I see my friend “Bodian” at his mom’s house.

So many times I’ve heard people say “Thank God” for one thing or another, but I’ve never heard anyone say it, and mean it, like my friend’s mom.
You see, she was born and lived in the mountains of Lebanon. As a young girl her family made arrangements to send her to America so she would have a chance at a better life. In her early teens, she said goodbye to her parents, and all she knew, to land in a giant foreign place where she didn’t speak a word of the language. It would be a lifetime until she saw her mother again. She learned the language, made her way to Michigan, married Lou, a man of similar background, and together they built a family and raised them here in Grosse Pointe.

When she was a girl, when people were hungry they put some seeds in the dirt and waited a few months for some food to pop up. In the meantime they were hungry.
If they wanted water, they waited for rain, or took a hike to scoop some from the well or a stream and hoped it didn’t make anyone sick. If it made someone sick, it was a few days hard travel to a doctor. Imagine the trip to the doctor could be as deadly as the thing that made you want a doctor in the first place.

More than once, I woke up in Bon Secours hospital to see Madium pulling the curtain away and announcing to the world, “You my Son! I take care of you now! I make you kibbie, eat honey eat!” She worked as a nurse’s aid in that hospital for over 40 years. If you needed a nurse, you couldn’t do better than Madium.

The point is, the things most of us take for granted, she looks at as Gifts from God. She knows what it is to be without the basic necessities of life and how precious food, water, shelter, and health are. Where she comes from these four things are Everything.

In a moment, you’ll be done reading this, and maybe you’ll forget it just as fast. Or maybe, the next time you see your doctor, or turn up your thermostat on a cold winter night, or see aisle after aisle of food in a grocery store, or tap a glass of water from your faucet, you’ll think of my friend’s mom and say, “Tang Gah honey Tang Gah!!”

Ron Draper