I have been a Methodist from birth. For 55 and a half years, I have belonged to a family in which Methodist was part of its name. Never have I been more delighted to be a part of this family of faith than the past two days since I've been at Camp Hope in Mississippi working on a Katrina Recovery home.
If you want to understand our United Methodist connection, come to Camp Hope. Right now I'm sitting in the hallway, between the dorm-style rooms for men and women, that has t-shirts in a variety of technicolor dreamcoat colors hanging on the walls. Many of the t-shirts represent VIM teams from United Methodist churches who have come here to assist in the disaster relief following Hurricane Katrina. The names of their team members are listed on the shirts. Volunteers in Mission: Oneda, Greg, John, Shelley, Eric, Sandy, David, Lola... I don't know them personally; but what I do know is that they, like me, are a part of the Methodist family. We're connected to a man who claimed the world for his parish. We're connected to the Great Commission and Great Commandment. We're empowered by God's Spirit and sent out into the world. We're connected to Christians everywhere who do justice, love kindness, and walk humbly with our God.
If you want to understand our United Methodist connection, come to Camp Hope and be reminded of the work of UMCOR, the United Methodist Committee on Relief, which is still here in Mississippi, using its resources donated by churches across the denomination, after most of the other relief groups have gone.
If you want to understand our United Methodist connection, come to Camp Hope located behind VanCleave UMC. VanCleave and the other UM church on the charge (so sorry that I can't remember its name), which have about 150 persons attending between them, have 120 persons who are active in taking care of the mission teams which stay here. The members cook incredibly delicious breakfasts, lunches, and dinners five days a week for the teams; care for the bedding and towels; and a host of other things.
If you want to understand our United Methodist connection, come to Camp Hope and meet Dee, Jack, Steve, and the others on staff who are working daily to ensure that relief happens for those who are still waiting to have their homes rebuilt or remodeled and that each VIM team has a positive and fruitful experience.
If you want to understand our United Methodist connection, come to Camp Hope and see the t-shirts on the walls from churches from other denominations. Each team is welcomed and given the same downhome, Southern hospitality that United Methodist teams receive. Everyone gets the same melt in your mouth biscuits and sawmill gravy for breakfast!
If you want to understand our United Methodist connection, come to Camp Hope and listen as the two teams in for the week intermingle and take the time to get to know each other. In listening, understanding begins to take place.
Often we hear about the negatives that come with being a part of a denomination. I want you to hear the positive. The United Methodist connection is alive and well in the Katrina Recovery work in Mississippi. In fact, it is a vital part of it. When United Methodists are involved in living out our faith through works of compassion and justice, we can't help but connect.
This week, I'm enjoying the fruits of the connection. While our team doesn't have a t-shirt to add to the wall, we're going to put up a map of Delaware with a pic of Grace Church on it, and the names of each team member. We want others to know we are a part of such an amazing UM connection.
Just in case you think we might have forgotten, even though Neil isn't a UM, he's a vital part of our team and the connection. He is the reminder that the United Methodist circle is greater than just us: it includes all who follow Jesus Christ and share the name Christian.
New pics are posted on Facebook which can be accessed through the Grace Church website at www.gracechurchum.org.
Tomorrow is coming all too soon. Pray for our team as we go out on day three.
Sweet dreams.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
When You're On a VIM Trip, You Know You're in Trouble When...
When you're on a VIM trip, you know you're in trouble when...
You are a half hour into a 31.9 miles drive to the work site and you are still 30 minutes away
from it.
This morning as we headed out of Camp Hope, with our team leader Penny driving the van and me navigating (using MAP Quest type directions and everyone knows how precise they are, haha), we made a right onto Rt. 57. A half hour later, I wondered aloud that I thought we had missed a turn four miles into the trip. We finally made it to the work site, with everyone still speaking to me, thanks to the wonderful assistance from VIM coordinator Dee who gave us an alternative route using the very road we were on!
We arrived at the work site much later than planned, eager to begin. Paul, acting as project leader, handed out our assignments and we began our tasks. I'd like to say that everything went smoothly from there out. Am I laughing?
When you're on a VIM trip, you know you're in trouble when...
You are working on siding on a home and the holes you've drilled don't match up to the studs,
even though you are following exactly the directions you've received. Two hours later....
How many United Methodists does it take to put up one sheet of siding around a window? Ask Paul and Neil.
After breaking for lunch, the outlook on the siding was much improved. The measurements were figured out correctly and Serena, the woman whose home we are helping to build, seemed relieved.
Just in case you believe that everything else ran smoothly this first day on the work site, think again.
When you're on a VIM trip, you know you're in trouble when...
the site coordinator forgets to tell the two people who are roofing, Edwin and Penny, step one
in the day's roofing process; so they begin with step two.
What's the problem with that, you ask?
Everything done on the roof during the morning had to be undone in the afternoon. If you have been on a roof in 80 degree weather, you will understand how much fun that was! All that said, the site coordinator helped undo step two, helped them do step one, and all was well!
Our first day on the work site was a challenging one but a really good experience. From the time we began in the morning, the team was in good humor, worked well together, learned to hurry up and wait, became better acquainted with each other, and by the end of the day had developed a wonderful rhythm in our work together. While all our skill levels are very different, we began to gel as a team.
A plus of the day was that we met Serena. She spent the day with us, sharing her story, and helping us to understand the impact that Katrina had on her and the area. It was the beginning of a relationship that we hope to continue to nurture this week and, perhaps, beyond.
When you're on a VIM trip, you know that your blessings outweigh your troubles when you come to the end of the day and are eager to return the next. We certainly are!
A few pics from today are on the Grace Church Facebook page. You can access it by going to the webpage (http://www.gracechurchum.org/) and clicking on FB. We'll post more as we go along this week.
In the meantime, sweet dreams from a very happy Pastor and team member. (I learned to caulk today. Yay!) Tomorrow is coming all too soon.
You are a half hour into a 31.9 miles drive to the work site and you are still 30 minutes away
from it.
This morning as we headed out of Camp Hope, with our team leader Penny driving the van and me navigating (using MAP Quest type directions and everyone knows how precise they are, haha), we made a right onto Rt. 57. A half hour later, I wondered aloud that I thought we had missed a turn four miles into the trip. We finally made it to the work site, with everyone still speaking to me, thanks to the wonderful assistance from VIM coordinator Dee who gave us an alternative route using the very road we were on!
We arrived at the work site much later than planned, eager to begin. Paul, acting as project leader, handed out our assignments and we began our tasks. I'd like to say that everything went smoothly from there out. Am I laughing?
When you're on a VIM trip, you know you're in trouble when...
You are working on siding on a home and the holes you've drilled don't match up to the studs,
even though you are following exactly the directions you've received. Two hours later....
How many United Methodists does it take to put up one sheet of siding around a window? Ask Paul and Neil.
After breaking for lunch, the outlook on the siding was much improved. The measurements were figured out correctly and Serena, the woman whose home we are helping to build, seemed relieved.
Just in case you believe that everything else ran smoothly this first day on the work site, think again.
When you're on a VIM trip, you know you're in trouble when...
the site coordinator forgets to tell the two people who are roofing, Edwin and Penny, step one
in the day's roofing process; so they begin with step two.
What's the problem with that, you ask?
Everything done on the roof during the morning had to be undone in the afternoon. If you have been on a roof in 80 degree weather, you will understand how much fun that was! All that said, the site coordinator helped undo step two, helped them do step one, and all was well!
Our first day on the work site was a challenging one but a really good experience. From the time we began in the morning, the team was in good humor, worked well together, learned to hurry up and wait, became better acquainted with each other, and by the end of the day had developed a wonderful rhythm in our work together. While all our skill levels are very different, we began to gel as a team.
A plus of the day was that we met Serena. She spent the day with us, sharing her story, and helping us to understand the impact that Katrina had on her and the area. It was the beginning of a relationship that we hope to continue to nurture this week and, perhaps, beyond.
When you're on a VIM trip, you know that your blessings outweigh your troubles when you come to the end of the day and are eager to return the next. We certainly are!
A few pics from today are on the Grace Church Facebook page. You can access it by going to the webpage (http://www.gracechurchum.org/) and clicking on FB. We'll post more as we go along this week.
In the meantime, sweet dreams from a very happy Pastor and team member. (I learned to caulk today. Yay!) Tomorrow is coming all too soon.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
They Call Us Clumpers!
Every day in our life we learn something new. Here's today's learning: Apparently, it's easy to identify VIMers who come to Mississippi to work because we are said to move around as groups wherever we go, or as the locals say, "in clumps." Thus they affectionately call us "Clumpers." How fun!
Our team arose around 7 a.m. this morning in order to get on the road to a United Methodist church that had early worship. After traveling some distance from the site where we are staying to a "First UMC" somewhere near Biloxi, as we turned into the drive, we discovered the church we had chosen on the internet was a work in progress, consisting of only a frame. We headed back toward the major road, passing another UM church which had a worship service at 10 a.m. Since it was only 8:30 a.m., we went on to the local Wafflehouse, of which there are many, and ate our breakfast. Wafflehouse was an exercise in organized chaos! They showed us real teamwork. They have the concept down pat.
From there, we went to worship at Cedar Lake UMC where the people welcomed us with open arms, thanking us for the work we would be doing. It was fun to look at the bulletin and see the sermon title, When God Says "Go." It was a challenging message for our team.
I'm always amazed at how small our world is. Before the service began, I introduced myself to the Pastor and discovered that he had lived in Wilmington in the '70s when he worked for Dupont.
In the afternoon, Jan Randel joined us and gave us a tour of the damage that had been done by Katrina. It was an eye opener. Since it has been almost five years since the hurricane damage occured, I think most of us felt that the housing would have been rebuilt and restored by now. This is not the case. The devastation is still all around the area.
Following our tour, the team ate a delicious dinner at a local restaurant. Beginning tomorrow, we'll be eating our meals at Camp Hope.
Tonight we had a briefing on and were given instructions concerning the work we will be doing this week. Our team will be working on constructing a new home. I heard words like "roofing," "siding", and "electrical." I feel as if I've gone into a strange, new land. Prayer would be good.
Tomorrow our team will be moving out and about in a group, in a clump, to Lucedale. I am guessing that the people of the town will point at us and say "Clumpers!" May we, the Grace UMC Clumpers, give glory to God in all that we do and say.
Still no pictures on FB. Need a cable. Hopefully will get it tomorrow.
Sweet dreams! Tomorrow is coming all too soon.
Our team arose around 7 a.m. this morning in order to get on the road to a United Methodist church that had early worship. After traveling some distance from the site where we are staying to a "First UMC" somewhere near Biloxi, as we turned into the drive, we discovered the church we had chosen on the internet was a work in progress, consisting of only a frame. We headed back toward the major road, passing another UM church which had a worship service at 10 a.m. Since it was only 8:30 a.m., we went on to the local Wafflehouse, of which there are many, and ate our breakfast. Wafflehouse was an exercise in organized chaos! They showed us real teamwork. They have the concept down pat.
From there, we went to worship at Cedar Lake UMC where the people welcomed us with open arms, thanking us for the work we would be doing. It was fun to look at the bulletin and see the sermon title, When God Says "Go." It was a challenging message for our team.
I'm always amazed at how small our world is. Before the service began, I introduced myself to the Pastor and discovered that he had lived in Wilmington in the '70s when he worked for Dupont.
In the afternoon, Jan Randel joined us and gave us a tour of the damage that had been done by Katrina. It was an eye opener. Since it has been almost five years since the hurricane damage occured, I think most of us felt that the housing would have been rebuilt and restored by now. This is not the case. The devastation is still all around the area.
Following our tour, the team ate a delicious dinner at a local restaurant. Beginning tomorrow, we'll be eating our meals at Camp Hope.
Tonight we had a briefing on and were given instructions concerning the work we will be doing this week. Our team will be working on constructing a new home. I heard words like "roofing," "siding", and "electrical." I feel as if I've gone into a strange, new land. Prayer would be good.
Tomorrow our team will be moving out and about in a group, in a clump, to Lucedale. I am guessing that the people of the town will point at us and say "Clumpers!" May we, the Grace UMC Clumpers, give glory to God in all that we do and say.
Still no pictures on FB. Need a cable. Hopefully will get it tomorrow.
Sweet dreams! Tomorrow is coming all too soon.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Wedding, Planes, and Mission Trip
Wedding, planes, and a mission trip. Tired? Yes. Happy? Absolutely!
Wedding:
It's been a long day. It began this morning with the wedding of Kyle Fennemore and Liz Terhune. A very special occasion. Kyle is the son of two people with whom I attended high school. It's been a joy to have Kyle and Liz choose to come to Grace Church.
Planes:
After the wedding and a quick trip home to finish packing my carry-on bag (I had already sent ahead my larger suitcase - no one can ever accuse me of traveling light), we were off to the Philadelphia airport: Neil, Paul, Penny, Edwin, Carol, Kim, and me. There we caught our flight, first to Memphis, then a short layover, and then on to Biloxi.
Mission Trip:
At our final destination, we were met by Maryke and Glen Cottman who had driven down ahead of us. After renting a van, the team made its way to Ocean Springs where we will be staying at Camp Hope which is a part of the Vancleave United Methodist Church.
Camp Hope is dormitory style, men on one side and the women on the other. Also staying this week is a team from Waynesboro, PA. After making up our beds, making the wireless connection so we can be in touch with you, chatting for awhile, choosing a church to worship in tomorrow morning, and praying, we're off to bed. Tomorrow we'll send pics! Too tired tonight.
Sweet dreams! Tomorrow is coming all too soon!
Wedding:
It's been a long day. It began this morning with the wedding of Kyle Fennemore and Liz Terhune. A very special occasion. Kyle is the son of two people with whom I attended high school. It's been a joy to have Kyle and Liz choose to come to Grace Church.
Planes:
After the wedding and a quick trip home to finish packing my carry-on bag (I had already sent ahead my larger suitcase - no one can ever accuse me of traveling light), we were off to the Philadelphia airport: Neil, Paul, Penny, Edwin, Carol, Kim, and me. There we caught our flight, first to Memphis, then a short layover, and then on to Biloxi.
Mission Trip:
At our final destination, we were met by Maryke and Glen Cottman who had driven down ahead of us. After renting a van, the team made its way to Ocean Springs where we will be staying at Camp Hope which is a part of the Vancleave United Methodist Church.
Camp Hope is dormitory style, men on one side and the women on the other. Also staying this week is a team from Waynesboro, PA. After making up our beds, making the wireless connection so we can be in touch with you, chatting for awhile, choosing a church to worship in tomorrow morning, and praying, we're off to bed. Tomorrow we'll send pics! Too tired tonight.
Sweet dreams! Tomorrow is coming all too soon!
Friday, February 19, 2010
A Lesson in Humility Taught by Tiger Woods
In a week when I am preaching on humility, a rather hidden virtue for many in a world where we're taught to have pride, I have learned a lesson, once again, from the world's number one golfer. This time the lesson was not about getting out of a difficult spot in a golf tournament served up by an extremely confident, albeit prideful, young thirty-something who seemed to have everything going for him: a beautiful wife who loved him, cute children, a devoted mother, a dedication to helping educate children who might not otherwise have had a chance, and doors open all over the world just at the sound of his name.
Today, following in the footsteps of many 12 steppers, Tiger took to the air and taught us a lesson in humility as he began, what many of us hope to be, the repairing of his affair-scarred life. Standing in front of a group of people, even those who are closest to you, and confessing to the hurt you've inflicted, the harm you've done, your self-centeredness, the belief that you thought that power and dollars gave you the right to do whatever you wanted whenever you wanted and now you now this is not accurate, is a test of courage and strength.
To those who have criticized his use of a manuscript, I say "Stop it." Tiger wanted to make sure that he said everything he needed to say. I can only imagine that his nerves were out of control which lends to forgetfulness, at times. Like a preacher who uses a manuscript, this written word was still his own thoughts, feelings, and words. Lighten up!
In the 13 minutes in which he spoke, he eluded to the dangers of being prideful, of thinking more highly of ourselves than we ought and then, I suspect without even knowing it, he began to teach us a lesson in humility. This man, who led his family, friends, and the public worldwide to believe falsely that he was a man of integrity, a good guy who we wished we knew, took the giant step to begin to put things right.
In front of the camera, he humbled himself. He owned that he had fallen away from his faith and that he was seeking to reestablish that faith. He owned that he had miles to go in his relationship with his family and that the concrete measure of how he was doing would be made evident in his behavior. In front of the camera, he humbled himself as a means of beginning the process of healing his relationships. In the world of recovery, it was an important step!
Tiger's press conference, which seemed to irritate those members of the press who thought it was too controlled, was an experience of grace for me. In an earlier blog, I expressed my hope that he would be the guy I believed he was and would do the difficult work that is involved in the healing and recovery process. Today, as a man who we know as extremely private, humbled himself in the sight of family, friends, and people worldwide, I caught a glimpse of the Tiger of the future. Here is a man who has the potential to teach us all a thing or two about grace; a grace that has been modeled for him, in his own words, by Elin who, I suspect knows a thing or two about humility.
Just as I have done in the past with the lessons I have learned from Tiger on the golf course, it is my hope that I can take this experience of grace, this lesson in humility, and live it for myself. In the meantime, I'll be offering thanks for Tiger's and Elin's witness. Who would have suspected that the world's number one golfer would teach us off the golf course?
Today, following in the footsteps of many 12 steppers, Tiger took to the air and taught us a lesson in humility as he began, what many of us hope to be, the repairing of his affair-scarred life. Standing in front of a group of people, even those who are closest to you, and confessing to the hurt you've inflicted, the harm you've done, your self-centeredness, the belief that you thought that power and dollars gave you the right to do whatever you wanted whenever you wanted and now you now this is not accurate, is a test of courage and strength.
To those who have criticized his use of a manuscript, I say "Stop it." Tiger wanted to make sure that he said everything he needed to say. I can only imagine that his nerves were out of control which lends to forgetfulness, at times. Like a preacher who uses a manuscript, this written word was still his own thoughts, feelings, and words. Lighten up!
In the 13 minutes in which he spoke, he eluded to the dangers of being prideful, of thinking more highly of ourselves than we ought and then, I suspect without even knowing it, he began to teach us a lesson in humility. This man, who led his family, friends, and the public worldwide to believe falsely that he was a man of integrity, a good guy who we wished we knew, took the giant step to begin to put things right.
In front of the camera, he humbled himself. He owned that he had fallen away from his faith and that he was seeking to reestablish that faith. He owned that he had miles to go in his relationship with his family and that the concrete measure of how he was doing would be made evident in his behavior. In front of the camera, he humbled himself as a means of beginning the process of healing his relationships. In the world of recovery, it was an important step!
Tiger's press conference, which seemed to irritate those members of the press who thought it was too controlled, was an experience of grace for me. In an earlier blog, I expressed my hope that he would be the guy I believed he was and would do the difficult work that is involved in the healing and recovery process. Today, as a man who we know as extremely private, humbled himself in the sight of family, friends, and people worldwide, I caught a glimpse of the Tiger of the future. Here is a man who has the potential to teach us all a thing or two about grace; a grace that has been modeled for him, in his own words, by Elin who, I suspect knows a thing or two about humility.
Just as I have done in the past with the lessons I have learned from Tiger on the golf course, it is my hope that I can take this experience of grace, this lesson in humility, and live it for myself. In the meantime, I'll be offering thanks for Tiger's and Elin's witness. Who would have suspected that the world's number one golfer would teach us off the golf course?
Sunday, February 7, 2010
It's Sunday Morning and No Place to Go
I've never thought of myself as a creature of habit. I've always put the accent on flexibility rather than routine. Yet, I found myself waking up this morning at my usual Sunday morning time, the time I get up to prepare myself for the day's worship, feeling somewhat lost. It's Sunday morning and I have no place to go!
The habit is strong, I'm discovering. For years, I have had the same Sunday morning routine. I have gotten up at 5 a.m., showered, dressed, and headed off to church. There I pray, reflect on my Sunday morning worship responsibilities, making sure they are in order, and in the quiet of the sanctuary, go through the message of the day, until other staff come to make their preparations.
This morning, as I woke at the normal Sunday time, my inner preacher started the routine until I remembered that this Sunday morning I have no place to go. Worship has been cancelled due to inclement weather. There is no need for the regular preparations. The key is on flexibility rather than routine.
Strangely enough, I find that already I am missing worship at Grace Church: the preparations, the gathering of the church family, the prayer with the choir, the "break a Christian leg" quip, the liturgy and music that draw us into a deeper experience of God's grace, the privilege of sharing the scripture and message.
I am reminded that the worship of God in Christ in community is woven into the fabric of my being. I know that there are persons who say that they can "worship God by themselves or on the beach or golf course or ......" I even understand the sentiment. We can experience our love and devotion of God on our own. Yet, I can't help remembering that worship in the Bible is always communal. "Where two or three are gathered in my name..." There is a connection between a gathered community and worship. Basic to God's design of worship is the gathering together of God's people.
Suffice it to say, I miss the gathering of God's people this morning for worship. I miss the conversations, the interactions, the connections, the hearing of God's Word shared in the midst of a community. It's Sunday morning and there's no place to go.
For today, Mark and I will be "two gathered in Jesus' name," but I look forward to worship next week with the entire Grace Church community. I look forward to next Sunday morning when I will have a place to go.
The habit is strong, I'm discovering. For years, I have had the same Sunday morning routine. I have gotten up at 5 a.m., showered, dressed, and headed off to church. There I pray, reflect on my Sunday morning worship responsibilities, making sure they are in order, and in the quiet of the sanctuary, go through the message of the day, until other staff come to make their preparations.
This morning, as I woke at the normal Sunday time, my inner preacher started the routine until I remembered that this Sunday morning I have no place to go. Worship has been cancelled due to inclement weather. There is no need for the regular preparations. The key is on flexibility rather than routine.
Strangely enough, I find that already I am missing worship at Grace Church: the preparations, the gathering of the church family, the prayer with the choir, the "break a Christian leg" quip, the liturgy and music that draw us into a deeper experience of God's grace, the privilege of sharing the scripture and message.
I am reminded that the worship of God in Christ in community is woven into the fabric of my being. I know that there are persons who say that they can "worship God by themselves or on the beach or golf course or ......" I even understand the sentiment. We can experience our love and devotion of God on our own. Yet, I can't help remembering that worship in the Bible is always communal. "Where two or three are gathered in my name..." There is a connection between a gathered community and worship. Basic to God's design of worship is the gathering together of God's people.
Suffice it to say, I miss the gathering of God's people this morning for worship. I miss the conversations, the interactions, the connections, the hearing of God's Word shared in the midst of a community. It's Sunday morning and there's no place to go.
For today, Mark and I will be "two gathered in Jesus' name," but I look forward to worship next week with the entire Grace Church community. I look forward to next Sunday morning when I will have a place to go.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Tucked Inside on a Snowy Day
There was no doubt in my mind, as I looked out the window of our apartment as daylight was breaking in, that the weather people hit this one right! From its inception, late yesterday afternoon, to its continued fall this morning, it seems that we are indeed in the midst of a nor'easter/blizzard.
Tucked inside on a snowy day, what to do? In a world that is all about go, go, go, about filling every waking minute of every day with some activity, it's the question. Tucked inside on a snowy day, what to do? How do I live this day when we're going to get 18 to 24 inches of snow? Maybe more?
Sipping my cup of hot chocolate with caramel swirl marshmallows, listening to Ukee and Liz tell us how deep the snow is, prayers for the people whose jobs take them out into the blizzard float through my mind: those plowing the city streets and the roads...DelDot...police officers...Ryan...Dave...hospital staff...people who are making sure that our needs are taken care of on the worst weather day of the year! How grateful I am for these faithful risk-takers.
Tucked inside on a snowy day, what to do? Relax with a good book...watch a movie or two...spend time with Mark talking about everything and nothing....cook...eat...spend quiet time with God listening...post blogs(It's almost as much fun as journaling)...enjoy this time..
Tucked inside on a snowy day, what to do? Remember those who are homeless...who are out on the streets of our city...those whose emotional illnesses prevent them from wanting to seek shelter...those who may perish without help...Pray that these folks will find a safe haven from the storm...the cold...the wind.
Tucked inside on a snowy day, what to do? Believe that wherever persons are today in this massive storm, that they will experience the presence of God in a transformative way.
Tucked inside on a snowy day, what to do? In a world that is all about go, go, go, about filling every waking minute of every day with some activity, it's the question. Tucked inside on a snowy day, what to do? How do I live this day when we're going to get 18 to 24 inches of snow? Maybe more?
Sipping my cup of hot chocolate with caramel swirl marshmallows, listening to Ukee and Liz tell us how deep the snow is, prayers for the people whose jobs take them out into the blizzard float through my mind: those plowing the city streets and the roads...DelDot...police officers...Ryan...Dave...hospital staff...people who are making sure that our needs are taken care of on the worst weather day of the year! How grateful I am for these faithful risk-takers.
Tucked inside on a snowy day, what to do? Relax with a good book...watch a movie or two...spend time with Mark talking about everything and nothing....cook...eat...spend quiet time with God listening...post blogs(It's almost as much fun as journaling)...enjoy this time..
Tucked inside on a snowy day, what to do? Remember those who are homeless...who are out on the streets of our city...those whose emotional illnesses prevent them from wanting to seek shelter...those who may perish without help...Pray that these folks will find a safe haven from the storm...the cold...the wind.
Tucked inside on a snowy day, what to do? Believe that wherever persons are today in this massive storm, that they will experience the presence of God in a transformative way.
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