It’s good to have an anchor.
I took this last night. My little point and shoot didn’t capture what it really looked like – dark clouds threatening, sun beyond. Below, the humble chapel on the hillside, one of my favorite places.
I’d like to write about the storms of life and how we need to be anchored on the Rock, but it’s Saturday and we’re off to get pet supplies for the coming new family members. Two bunnies. Have a great weekend!
Remember my November post, asking for prayer? Our wonderful Pastor in the hospital, suffering from a suspected brain aneurysm.
The picture below was taken last week.
He’s doing great. From what I’ve heard, the doctors are a bit amazed at his recovery.
Thank you, Lord.
Because ours is in a hospital tonight suffering with a brain aneurysm.
This is Dennis, with his lovely wife Kathy. I’ve had this picture on my refrigerator for months. Why? To remind me to pray for them, their marriage, their ministry, their relationship with the Lord to be strong. I never thought I would post the picture here, asking you trusted friends to agree with me in prayer, to intervene for our beloved pastor.
We never think these things will happen, do we?
So hug your pastor. And while you’re at it, pray for him too.
UPDATE: No evidence of an aneurysm was found. Thanks be to God! I’ll keep you infomed, please continue to pray as the doctors look for the source of the problem.
This insert was in our church bulletin today. I smudged out the phone number and address, since I don’t have permission from the Stanton General Store to broadcast this throughout Internetland.
I love this idea, an open table harvest buffet. Did you catch the end of that first paragraph? Today, we sometimes lose track of this meaning as commercialism has unfortunately overtaken this spirit of giving and sharing.
Sometimes?? How about all the time too often? (Edited to fix my cynicism.)
Does your church do something like this for the Thanksgiving holiday? It’s interesting to note this event isn’t sponsored by a church, but by a general store. Methinks there are generous folks living a bit north from me. (I must meet them as soon as possible!)
And to my New Jersey readers: if you want to attend, let me know and I’ll set you up with the phone number and address.
I’m behind in my reading and late on linking this at 5 Minutes for Books. Below is what I’m working through right now:
Community is a hot buzz word in the church.
My first Driscoll book.
Love that title, and really LOVE the subtext.
That’s it for me for October. Be looking for my next On My Nightstand list at the end of this month.
Sunday wasn’t the happy Sabbath it could’ve been; you figured that out from Tuesday’s post. I didn’t write that snippet of life to stab my church. I love my church, that’s why it hurts much when it doesn’t feel reciprocal.
I realize this is a public forum for personal church problems. I have no intention of going into great detail regarding my church family and all it’s faults. And, oh boy, do we have our ups and downs. If you have attended a fellowship for any length of time, I bet we could swap stories. That’s the way it goes. Christians screw up.
Enough, Monica. Get to the point.
Yeah, why am I telling you all this?
Why share here? Why not just write this in a paper journal kept next to the bedside, in a book only I will ever read? Because I suspect there is another Christian walking this same road. Maybe she is a home school mom like me, home with kids all day, with little time for herself, scant close friends to lean on. She feels the same as I do.
This post is for her.
She feels a bit lost in the crowd, discouraged and maybe like church on a Sunday isn’t worth the hassle. Especially after a Sunday like I had.
I want her to know – I’m not quiting the church. As much as I want sometimes to stay home, or find a better, all-together church (Does it exist? Show me). I’m in it for the long haul.
I go to church to worship God, not make friends.
I attend my local church to learn from the Word, not to feel good about seeing friends. Even though it sure is a nice perk.
Church is to grow in Christ. And that’s why I won’t quit gathering together with other Christians. As imperfect as the church may be, I won’t give up on her. She’s imperfect, just like me. I’m glad one day we will be made new together.
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