Showing posts with label church. Show all posts
Showing posts with label church. Show all posts

Coffee, Me, and Thee

Maybe it's just me.
Maybe I'm just "old-school".
The coupling of coffee and church,
latte and the Lord,
is starting to trouble me.
"We have the coffee, now we just need you
#midweek in the house!!! Tonight @  7 pm"
read a recent announcement..
Okaaaaaaaaaaaay?!?
The Perk,
Higher Grounds,
Common Ground,
HeBrews,
Connection Cafe,
you name it.
Personally, it leaves me cold.
And I like my coffee hot.
Sigh.
"Get with the program," I tell myself.

Keeping up with Church

The following poem chronicles a 70+ year old woman's 
adventure in keeping up with church in 2019.

"Follow us now!
We'll tell you how.
Get our app.
It's a snap.  
Tell your friends."
(It never ends.)
"Visit the store.
Buy some more.
We're on live!
Come and jive.
Podcasts too,
with Who's Who!
And giving is easy."
(Stop.  I'm dizzy.) 

9/13/2019
rlg

Another Poem

Tickets, kiosks, Podcasts, brands, On-line giving, stages, bands. "Church," some call it But in my heart I think the horse Is behind the cart. (rlg)

Quarters and Quarterlies

I'm looking forward to the next "quarter" of studies in our Sunday School class.
Though our church has changed the term "Sunday School" to "Small Churches",
I cling to the former because I value the concept of a group studying the Bible
in a systematic way
and growing together in knowledge of and faith in Jesus.
Yes, we still use a "quarterly" in our "class".
And just look at the Bible books we'll be studying!
I suppose I'm showing my age in clinging to this particular tradition --
Sunday School complete with quarterlies.
This is one I cannot easily walk away from; nor do I apologize for valuing it.

Connections


I drew a fine line in my Bible in II Peter this morning during Pastor Bill's sermon.
A GREEN line, actually.
Maybe you see it up there.
The one with arrows pointing up and down.
Making A Connection.
Yes, my mind was running in a parallel track to what he was saying just then...
But it was there for me.
Couldn't have been clearer.
THE Connection between intentions and making every effort.
Do you see it?

Mother's Day

 The candles are ready - tied with a bow -
 for the children who come to the front of the auditorium
tomorrow for the kids' talk at church
to take back to their mothers.
The talk will go something like this...
   


Our moms take care of us, help us with homework, fix meals, read to us, what else?  They teach us, take care of us when we get sick, and some moms go to work too! Our moms do SO much! They are strong and busy and fun.

 But sometimes... sometimes... moms get tired, don't they? Sometimes moms get headaches, or they get sick, or they just don't feel good, right?  And sometimes moms have tears, don't they? They can be happy tears, like at a wedding. But sometimes our moms are just very sad and they cry. Then what do we do? Hmm...

Well, I learned something in the Bible about Jesus. When Jesus was dying on the cross, He still showed how He cared for His mother. He told His disciple, John, to take care of His mother when He went to heaven. Jesus really cared about His mother.

 I learned something else in the Bible about Jesus.  The Bible says Jesus would never snuff out a smoldering wick. The part that we light is the wick.  It's easy to put the candlelight out, but Jesus would never do that.  He is careful and gentle with the candle's flame.  e is gentle with a person who is tired.  He is gentle when people are sick and gentle when someone is sad.  And that's what we can do when mom is tired.  Be gentle with her!  When she is sick, we can give her a gentle hug or gentle words.  When she is sad, a gentle gift can help.  

I want to give you each a gift for you to give to your mother.  It is a brand new candle.  Sometimes a candle with a gentle, soft smell helps moms feel better!

"A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out, 
till he has brought justice through to victory."  Matthew 12:20

Writing a Song a Week #3

Writing a Song a Week #3
♪ I wait for the Lord; my soul waits and in his word I hope. My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen for the morning ♪ (Psalm 130:5-6)