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
Morning coffee comes to our cells, We are not in jail, we are monks of the pandemic “Go to your
Sermon preached on Sunday, March 29, 2020 at Vestavia Hills Baptist Church. You can view the recorded version here. NRS