As we move into the fall season we anticipate the annual changing of colors as the many shades of green turn to spectacular golden yellow, vibrant orange, red, black, gray, brown and all in-between. All of nature turns into a
One April day in 1912, Austin Miles, a pharmacist and publishing editor, opened his Bible to the Gospel of John Chapter 20 where the resurrected Jesus appeared to Mary as she stood at the empty tomb crying. As he read
An article in “The Atlantic Daily” caught my attention as anything Brazilian always does. You don’t live in a country 14 years without having an interest in what goes on there. I was attracted to the article because of the
Once again a catastrophic hurricane with almost unbelievable, devastating force has left billions of dollars of damage, thousands homeless, untold numbers dead, inconsolable survivors overwhelmed with grief, many injured without immediate medical attention, others trapped without water, food or shelter
Excitement has been building as we anticipate Greg Buchanan’s concert this coming Sunday, September 8, at 3pm in our church sanctuary. Greg is a world class harpist who has inspired audiences across the nation with his marvelous gift of music.
The first lines of the three stanzas of Clara H. Scott’s hymn “Open My Eyes, That I May See” go like this: Open my eyes, that I may see glimpses of truth Thou hast for me. Open my ears, that
You may not have all that you want but do you have all that you need? The insatiable desire to have more and more things is a sure indication that at the core of your being there is an emptiness
If for some reason you miss a worship service, just remember, you really don’t have to miss it at all. Thanks to the work of Yilong & Elizabeth our services are recorded each Sunday and by midweek are available to
Every now and then a rare, unique or extraordinary experience opens up to us. We take advantage of it or miss it altogether. When such an opportunity comes along, we are usually glad we took advantage of it. If we
In my journal last Thursday while vacationing in the sparsely populated area east of Brooksville, Maine, on the beautiful Penobscot Bay, I wrote: “The early morning and late evening silence of Ocean Garden is simply amazing. No sound of crickets,