“I got me flowers to strew thy way;
I got me boughs off many a tree:
But thou wast up by break of day,
And brought’st thy sweets along with thee.
The Sunne arising in the East.
Though he give light, and th’East perfume;
If they should offer to contest
With thy arising, they presume.
Can there be any day but this,
Though many sunnes to shine endeavour?
We count three hundred, but we misse:
There is but one, and that one ever.” – George Herbert (1593-1633)
This coming Sunday – Palm Sunday – we will be welcoming new members into the life of our church. In so many ways, by so many paths, the Holy Spirit has lead each of these people to our church and they feel a sense of home and welcome here that is very deep and meaningful. I cannot remember the last time we had this many people join our church at one time, but it was most definitely before the COVID-19 pandemic.
First, some sad news. . .
I first met Ralph Dieter on the first Sunday that I came to Bedford Presbyterian Church. When he found out that I had been involved in Scouts as a youth, he knew that we had a lot we could talk about. Ralph loved to talk. He was the longest-serving adult leader in BPC’s Troop 414, going back decades. He was here most Thursday nights for Scout meetings and was here every Sunday for church, sitting next to his wife, Alberta. Ralph and Alberta – who met at a church function in Erie, Pennsylvania – were married for 70 years!
This past week, a friend of mine from seminary named Matt posted online that he was at a conference. At this conference, Matt heard a quote by a friend of his named Mark. So, Matt promptly took to Facebook to say, “I’m in a workshop at the . . . conference and [someone] just quoted Mark. . . So, you know, I want my money back.”
As some of you know, I have been away for two Sundays - on vacation with my family. I’m pleased to say that I was able to visit two different churches while I was away. On Sunday, February 22, we visited Christ the King Episcopal Church in Santa Rosa Beach, Florida....
Actually, let me tell you something good. . . This week, Jason Piracini came into the church office with a smile on his face. You might remember that, last fall, Jason was struck with a terrible infection that impacted his heart and nearly took his life. He was very,...
The Gift of Listening This past week, I picked up our 3-year-old from daycare and, once we were buckled in and on the way, he volunteered this unprompted pearl from the backseat: “I like hot dogs!!! We had some for lunch.” It goes to show that you never know what a...
Last fall, with my 50th Birthday approaching, I said to my wife that I really couldn’t think of anything that I needed for my birthday, but. . . there was this one crazy thing. . . So, last Friday, I found myself in a small English village - Trudoxhill - in the...