Weekly News​

July 16, 2019
Dear Friends,​      
During worship on Sunday our Blessings 2019 stewardship program was launched. It's an effort to help us discern the ways in which we feel compelled to use our gifts of time, talent, and treasure to support the ministries of our church. We will be hearing more about the program over the course of the next few weeks.
I appreciate that all three aspects of giving are valued in this program. We all have different seasons in our lives--times when we have more time to give, times when we have more talents and expertise to offer, and times when we have more money to share. All three kinds of gifts are integral and appreciated in the life of the church. 
Thank you for the many ways in which so many of you are already sharing your myriad gifts. Your time, talent, and treasure are appreciated. 
Yours in Christ,
Pastor Robin

Dear friends,

Do you remember that 70’s tv show, The Waltons? Remember that large, loving extended family and their quirky neighbors? There were John and Livvy, and their children John-Boy, Mary Ellen, Jason, Ben, Erin, Jim-Bob, and Elizabeth. There were Zeb and Esther, the grandparents. There were Ike and CoraBeth, the storekeepers. And who could forget Miss Mamie and Miss Emily Baldwin, elegant maiden ladies who just happen to brew the best moonshine in the county, naming it “the recipe.” We tuned in faithfully every week for an idealized dose of what life was like during a hard time in our country. These folks had a farm, skills, a mountain and the certainty of friends to help them through the bleak days, and they all celebrated with delight when the good times came ‘round.

I really loved grandpa Zebulon Walton. He wore the same striped overalls that my own grandpa favored. I’ve got a photo! I appreciated how Zeb attended church with the family, just to please Esther, even though he preferred to communicate with God when he wandered his beloved mountain. The mountain sustained the family with wild game and fish from the streams. Berries in the thickets made sweet jams and jellies and pies under the loving hands of Livvy and Esther. Zeb believed that – just like the various paths he walked to climb his mountain – there wasn’t just one path to God, not just one religion that had the upper hand to salvation.

We gather together in our little church on Sunday mornings to offer praise and thanksgiving, but we are also invited to praise and give thanks in other venues: at the marina park, on the paths at Clay Cliffs, and just this past Friday, climbing the hills and sliding the dunes at Pyramid Point. Laughter, sweat, good company, and the beauty of nature put us in touch with the God of All Creation in a very personal way. Job chapter 12, verses 7-10 says it all:


Dear God,
Thank you for allowing us to find you in churches and on sand dunes,
In forests and meadows, on Sundays and Fridays and every day that we open our eyes.
Praise You from whom all blessings flow, even as we pour sand from our shoes and pockets.

Thank you, Linda Miller, for providing the weekly reflection and prayer.  

But ask the animals, and they will teach you, or the birds in the sky, and they will tell you; or speak to the earth, and it will teach you, or let the fish in the sea inform you. Which of all these does not know that God’s hand has done this? In God’s hand is the life of every creature and the breath of all people.
This past Sunday's video is below: