Commentary

No Shame in Tears!

'I have been trying to make the best of grief and am just learning to allow it to make the best of me' ~Barbra Lazear Ascher. I understood this quote when I lost my precious wife. I thought I would be in a bottomless grief pit forever. I felt lost in my sorrow.

. . . from the Pastor’s Desk

There is no ground but holy ground. There is no time but sacred time. In Colossians 3:1216 we read: “ 12 Since God chose you to be the holy people He loves, you must clothe yourselves with tenderhearted mercy, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience.

Help Wanted! Answers Needed!

Losing a loved one not only shatters our whole existence but often leaves us with a ton of questions we want answered. Number one on the list is WHY. Why did this happen? Why me? Why not me? It should have been me! Why am I still here? Why? Why? Why?

What Do You Remember?

Spring springs forth with a multitude of God’s creation. The trees burst upward and their buds fill each branch. Many varieties of flowers explode into bright rainbows of fragrant beauty. Our lawns turn from a dead brown to a thriving blanket of green.

. . . from the Pastor’s Desk

Many of you have heard the expression: “This church, or that church, is dead!” I want you to know that my prayer—my second greatest desire—right after seeking God’s will in my life, is to pastor a dead church! “Yes. You read that right. I want to pastor a dead and dying church!

. . . from the Pastor’s Desk

It’s the third day since Jesus died by crucifixion, on a cross, like a murdering thief. Buried in a borrowed tomb. It’s the third day. But we are not in Jerusalem or gathered in the Garden of Gethsemane.

Overdrive Grieving!

How can we obtain badly needed rest and sleep when mourning the death of a loved one? The shock of the death sends our physiology into overdrive. Our normal routines are changed. We stay up late, eat little or nothing, and often have to deal with a variety of emotions, especially depression.

Shoot It ‘Til The Bullets Are Gone – Then Throw It

I read this again the other day. “I will NEVER quit fighting to win against the enemy in my life. After all my bullets are gone from shooting my gun, then I’ll throw that blasted thing at ‘em. When that doesn’t work, then I’ll use my body to punch, kick and bite my way to freedom.

Chasing Leaves

I get much enjoyment out of watching my one-year old striped gray tabby cat chase the leaves during the fall and winter weather. When we first got him last spring, he chased anything that moved, and learned to catch grasshoppers (and eat them....good protein!), and chase strings, twigs and grass.