June 8th, 2021 by Tracy Harper
When I was a young mom in my late 20’s, I was a church attender, but not involved in anything but my presence each week. My son, Ian, was an infant and we frequented the nursery and a church pew. One day, out of the blue, I received a phone call at work. Fr. Andy, our Assistant Priest, wanted to meet me for lunch to discuss a problem. Curiously, I said “Okay.”
April 21st, 2021 by Barb Buffington
April 14th, 2021 by Ruan Humphrey
“And Who is my neighbor?”
Two days a week, our trash goes out to the side of the road. On one of those days the recyclable containers are added. Once the cans are out, they are forgotten, even if the big noisy collection truck is heard.
Later in the day, the emptied cans appear near our garage. Who brings them up?
It has to be one of our neighbors.
April 5th, 2021 by Carl Buffington
Resurrection reactions move from fright to frivolity, or we might say from fear to freedom, for the disciples. The death of Jesus shattered the community of followers. They were fearful.
‘Strike the shepherd and the sheep scatter,’ as the prophet says.
Hiding, gathering in secret places...in the minds of the disciples the death of Jesus not only ended his physical life but murdered the truth he believed in.
In one final stroke the cross poses the ultimate religious question, which throughout his life Jesus had witnessed to!
“Can the last power of life be gracious if this man is crucified?”
Was the joyous confidence which characterized Jesus merely whistling in the dark?
Was he wrong? Does the sparrow fall and no one cares? Are the hairs of our heads left uncounted? What manner of love allows this? Pilate dies in his bed and Jesus is nailed to the wood?
“If you are the Son of God, come down from the cross” is not only the taunt of the high priest but the deepest question of the disciples.
March 2nd, 2021 by Sheryl Shaw
A blog on mercy seemed such an easy task until today’s sermon.
It has been a hard week. Actually, ten days. That was when I received a message that a co-worker, a brother, a friend, had been picked up and taken in for questioning.
This injustice took place in a country where sharing about the hope of Jesus will get you arrested, and worse.
The means used for questioning are not things I want to write.
February 15th, 2021 by Sara Buffington
A life free from worry. To some of us, it sounds like Shangri-La: wonderful and impossible to find. But we aren’t doomed to be worry's prisoner. Read on if you would like to know “How do I stop worrying?”
I am no stranger to this topic. Over the course of my life I have chewed my nails to stubs, bitten the skin around my nails, pulled out my eyelashes, and stress-eaten cheese, chocolate, and jellybeans.
I have stayed awake countless nights, playing out different horrible scenarios. I have had panic attacks and crying jags. It’s not pretty to admit, but I have let worry take over my life.
If someone had said to me in a time of intense worry, “I know the secret of how to stop worrying,” I would have laughed (bitterly) in his face.
January 27th, 2021 by Tracy Harper
From the time I was a small child, I went to church with my family each week.
I participated in Sunday School, VBS, and plenty of other church activities. I learned about God the Father and Jesus His Son.
I dutifully memorized scripture, knew the books of the Bible, and I watched my mother spill tears every Easter as the choir sang the stately old hymn, “He arose! He arose! Hallelujah, Christ arose…”
Even with all that Christian formation, I never really “got it.”
January 19th, 2021 by Carl Buffington
Running out of chores, I tackled my “blessing drawer.”
I’m not sure where, or from whom, I got the idea but when I got a note or a letter that was affirming I tossed it in the bottom drawer of my desk.
Over the years it filled up, that’s not bragging, just saying a lot of years went by, and a week ago with the quarantine at full tilt, it was time to open it.
I dumped them into an empty moving box and settled in.
One by one I read them, often pausing to ponder or cry like when I hit one from our deceased son, AJ.