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East District Notes

This is where you’ll find the archives of the East District Superintendent’s notes for the Conference-wide newsletter.

A Moment for Reflection

A Moment for Reflection

Research shows that people engage with a short quote, picture, and/or question far more than a long newsletter article. It is my hope that this small piece of insight each month will allow you a time of meaningful reflection as you live into who God is calling you...

Mind the Gap

Mind the Gap

by Rev. Susan Brims, East District Missional Strategist & Superintendent Mind the gap is a phrase I have heard many people repeat after they returned from a trip to London. Mind the gap is a call to pay attention when you are getting on or off a subway train to...

Seasons of Change

Seasons of Change

By Rev. Susan Brims, Missional Strategist & Superintendent The words found in Ecclesiastes 3 are true, aren’t they: for everything there is a season…. (I hear singing.) As we begin to see signs that the season in Arizona is finally changing to a cooler time, we...

Guided by the Spirit

Guided by the Spirit

I was reading a commentary on the book of First Corinthians that started out by saying the book was written for a church that was experiencing great divisions. Some of the divisions were along ethnic lines. Others were divisions in theological beliefs. What is painful is the fact that parties on all sides of the dividing line claimed to be following what their faith taught them.

Who Is My Neighbor?

Who Is My Neighbor?

Most of the time I would not think that the request was strange at all. “Is it ok if I give you a hug?” This time the question came out of the blue. I had asked for a ride to the airport. After I got into the car the driver greeted me. She noticed my last name and said when she was in high school there was a school nurse who had the same last name. My response was to say, “you must have attended Maryvale High School.” The woman was shocked and said that she did and wondered how I could have known that. I told her that my mother had been the nurse at Maryvale for many years. 

Let Love Arise

Let Love Arise

An unseen voice spoke, “follow the pall bearers…” I couldn’t help but think about how many funeral processions I had participated in over my lifetime. In the silence of the moment the pall bearers picked up the stretcher with the shrouded body on it and led the group of people from the chapel where the Good Friday service began to a tomb in another building, where the service would end, with a giant stone being rolled into place. 

Call to Community

Call to Community

“I’m just so tired of the same old-same old,” he said as we talked about the future of the church. When I asked what he meant, the man said that we have known for years that the church needed to move into a greater level of online engagement, but “we wouldn’t do it until the pandemic forced us to change.” Forced us to change…

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