It keeps raining, and raining, and raining. When time allows, please keep Jenny and I posted as to how the flooding is affecting members and friends of First UMC. (We’re concerned about everyone, but we have a special responsibility for our parishioners.)
I recently heard someone on a podcast say that they are making New Year’s intentions, not New Year’s resolutions. This seems like a good idea to me. If you make a resolution to read the Bible every day, you may just give it up for the rest of the year once you miss a day. If you make an intention to read the Bible every day, then that’s something you can miss one day and then pick up the next. I don’t know why the difference in phrasing makes a difference to me, but it does, and I’m passing it on in case the same applies to you.
Lisa Page has written the following poem, titled simply “His Birth.”
What a beautiful time of season.
The birth of Jesus that is the reason.
Time for great praise and celebration.
Listen to the trumpets sounding from heaven above.
The angels gather round to show Jesus their love and respect.
How grateful we should be, for what our Lord is about to to give to thee.
A birth and a present like no other.
We should celebrate this day with lots of love and appreciation.
It’s not about us, it’s about the birth of Jesus Christ and what our Lord has given.
His only begotten son, so that we may believe, have faith, and be forgiven.
Happy Birthday Jesus. With love, Amen
I would encourage you to take some time today or during the next eleven days of Christmas to think about and perhaps write down (in poetry or prose) what Christmas means to you.
In preparation for Christmas Eve, I spent the afternoon visiting the sick and shut-in. I hope it was good for them, it was certainly good for me. There is a reason John Wesley included visitation among the means of grace—in my experience it is one of the most effective ways the Holy Spirit works to convey God’s love to us. If you haven’t done so already I would encourage you to “adopt” a shut-in and visit them regularly. If you don’t know any, I would be happy to introduce you.
Last week Jenny and I enjoyed the parade (actually the pre-parade) from a shady spot on the north lawn of the church. I’m not going to name the particular church, but I must say that I think it’s bad form to proselytize (in this case handing out brochures about your church) on another church’s property.
Don’t forget to enjoy an extra hour of sleep tomorrow (Sunday, November 5, 2017) as daylight savings time comes to an end and we “fall back” one hour.
It turns out that not only is Beyonce United Methodist, but she’s partnering with her pastor to raise money for hurricane relief.
Here’s an ancient Jewish prayer offered by a Rabbi at Ministry Matters (a United Methodist Website) as a response to seeing the eclipse:
“Blessed are You, Eternal God, Maker of all the works of creation.”
The Salina Rescue Mission will benefit from a flower sale running from Wednesday, April 12, 2017, to Saturday, April 15, 2017. Hours are from 8:00 a.m. to 7:00 p.m. each day. The fundraiser,(at the corner of Cloud and 9th streets, Salina, Kansas, is hosted by Stutzman’s Greenhouse and Garden Centers which will donate 20% of all proceeds to the rescue mission.
I know that it sometimes feels that our system of government has ground to a standstill and nothing good ever gets done. Well, here’s a heartwarming story out of Georgia about politicians from across the aisle coming together to get something done. Two words of caution: 1. Objectionable language has been bleeped out, but you can still figure out what was meant. 2. This clip is non-partisan, the rest of the show is most definitely not—I’m only recommending this clip not the show as a whole.
Daylight Savings Time Begins this Sunday (March 12, 2017). Don’t forget to move your clocks forward (spring forward/fall back) one hour.
Many of you have noticed that a typographical error in the obituary for Roberta Sleichter named me as Jack instead of John. Some of you have remarked that you plan to start calling me Jack. I’m fine with that because John Wesley, the founder of Methodism, was often called Jack by his family and friends.