Sometimes There Are No Words

Sometimes There Are No Words

Churches in the North District have been busy ‘being the Church’ outside the walls for several months. Feeding the hungry, checking on others, shopping for those who can’t, and cleaning out our spaces to donate
to charities who support our communities.

Special places and special people need you

So, this summer I have returned to my ministry roots, and am again working at a United Methodist Camp.  In 1994 I began at Potosi Pines Camp outside Las Vegas as Site Director.  It was a ministry I was only slightly familiar with but felt a strong call to do. Over the years at Potosi, and in Alabama, and in Oregon and in Michigan and now in North Carolina, I have been privileged to watch how God has changed hearts and transformed lives through the experience of Camp.

How might this season of unrest soften me?

I don’t know about you, but I am not sure I ever used the word ‘mitigate’ in a sentence before March of this year. I used other words with similar meanings, but ‘mitigate’ seems to be in every sentence these days.
Mitigating the effects of Covid 19, mitigating the emotional effects of not being able to be in community, mitigating the financial impact of not having corporate worship, or work, or summer camp. I’ve used it so much that I figured I needed to look it up and see if I am using it correctly.

Some days ARE very hard

Some days ARE very hard.  Recently the hard days seem to come closer together, not allowing for us to recover or process their meaning.  It’s times like this when our loving connectedness is important.

Supportive, empathetic companion and friend

Ash Wednesday – it is a day to reflect on what I can ‘give up’ for 40 days in order to focus on the season of Easter and the Resurrection of Christ, as well as the time Christ spent in the wilderness.  I have so many personal indulgences that it’s hard to choose. But I would like to give up something that might benefit the greater community.

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