February 3, 2017

Letter From the Pastor – February 5th

               We live in a world where things move along with a certain regularity.  Night follows day, and day follows night.  The seasons unfold at about the same pace year after year.  Spring, summer, fall and winter are as predictable as the cycles of the sun.  In the midst of all that  steadiness, it is easy to become prisoners of the routine and forget just how wonderful life really is.               Thornton Wilder wrote a play about that which he called “Our Town”.  It is the story about Emily who lived in Grover’s Corners […]
January 30, 2017

Ministry Meeting – February 25

There will be a Ministry Meeting on Saturday, February 25th from 9 – 11 a.m. in the Parish Room.
January 27, 2017

Letter From the Pastor – January 29, 2017

As we know, modern technology has enabled us to take wonderful photos of the human fetus living within his or her mother’s womb.  This is a great help to doctors in their care for the pre-born child.  However, it can also provide some with efficient means to invade this most sacred place – the very womb of a mother – and kill its helpless human inhabitant.  As you may know, every hour about two hundred babies will be aborted in this country alone.  Just take a moment to think about this fact.  That means that about 144,000 babies per month […]
January 27, 2017

Letter From the Pastor – January 29, 2017

As we know, modern technology has enabled us to take wonderful photos of the human fetus living within his or her      mother’s womb.  This is a great help to doctors in their care for the pre-born child.  However, it can also provide some with efficient means to invade this most sacred place – the very womb of a mother – and kill its helpless human inhabitant.  As you may know, every hour about two hundred babies will be aborted in this country alone.  Just take a moment to think about this fact.  That means that about 144,000 babies per month […]
January 13, 2017

Letter From the Pastor – January 15, 2017

A group of retired residents of an institution diplomatically called “A Home for Senior Citizens” had  gathered for an afternoon discussion led by a volunteer from a local university.  Each person was asked to quote a favorite poem or to sing a favorite song and then to comment on the verse or song.  One frail, little lady both began and ended the session when she lifted her hand and repeated part of a familiar line: “Grow old along with me… the best is yet to be.”  No sooner had her voice faded in the air than a gruff, loud snort […]