Dipping Your Toes, Too Dipping Your Toes, Too I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEM ENT! IT IS FINISHED!!!!! The manuscript for Dipping Your Toes, Too is completed and sent in to the graphic designer, Sue Reynolds. It’s been a long process. Forty-six full services – Call to Worship, Candle lighting, prayers, scripture, hymns, reflection,…
Image by John Hain from Pixabay I finished 2024 with a column about Hope. My topic for this column, January 2025, is humility, the foundation stone of Hope. For the last month I’ve been reflecting on the thoughts of Canadian First Nations author, Richard Wagamese in his book, “One Drum: Stories and Ceremonies for a Planet.” Richard begins…
Dipping Your Toes, Too Image by Peggy und Marco Lachmann-Anke from Pixabay Good morning to everyone, It’s been a long time, nearly three weeks, since I last posted a blog, but not because I’ve been sick. Instead, I’ve been working – and full time, although not formally. I’ve been working on my new worship resource, titled…
oday, I’m thinking about our lives as examples for others. Most of us don’t feel worthy of being examples. Most of us see only our own mistakes. Whether or not we are aware of it, in reality, we are examples for others. One recent Saturday morning, our friends, Ian and Sandi, invited us over. “Could you…
Photo by Rajiv Perera on Unsplash A letter from God? I think so. Sometimes we question why we go to church. After all, most of the world seems to think we’re wasting our time. In the craziness of today’s world Sunday still offers the idea of rest and it seems like that’s the only “day off”…
A New Name, Please Image by Michal Jarmoluk from Pixabay Often, when we go to a gathering, we receive a blank sticky label on which we write our name. Perhaps that label already has our name on it. Nametags make it easier for people, those organizing and those participating. Remembering a whole lot of new names at once…
Today, with no pressing tasks beckoning, I settled down into my comfy chair. My mind immediately went to my trusty companion, my worn and duct taped Bible, Eugene Peterson’s, The Message. I flipped through its thin pages and fine print. I chose to stop at the book of Luke. And why not? Luke…
Here is a true story. A few weeks ago, a woman, her worn coat not warm enough for the weather, approached me in a parking lot. I knew as soon as I looked at her what she was coming for. I raised my hands. “I have no change. I’m sorry.” She stopped. Her eyes pleaded…