This week I remembered a conversation I had with a woman many years ago. I had gone to teach a
I got the Phizer vaccine. Both shots. Felt a little bad half of one day after the second shot and
I wrote this to our church back at the beginning of April. I hoped, like all of us, that we’d
There is plenty of good work to do—beyond the ministries of the church itself, we have a world of opportunity.
It’s not social distancing. It’s just “safe distance.” One of our older ladies’ classes met with me Tuesday morning in
So, two more little poems. I can’t help it. They just pop out. Whether they spread uncontrollably is, well, not up to me. Maybe a smile amid the little glimmers of loss that intrude on the day.
When one day disap- -pears into the next without signposts hope erodes. Stop each day to cheer The heroes
This is a time of many “firsts.” I suspect this is true of everyone. Our church staff, like all congregations
Sometime I will have to gather my thoughts about this breathtaking revolution that has been forced on us in the