How often do many of us avoid ‘going out’ because we aren’t certain which way the wind of the day will affect us? How often do we avoid ‘listening’ for God’s voice guiding us? Sometimes His voice is just a whisper…but, when we are still and trusting, then His words can come to us as a loud command.
As I journeyed through the West District with church/charge conferences, and worship services; the lyrics of the “Sound of Music” come to my mind with the only change of ‘churches’ instead of ‘hills.’
May is Asian American Pacific Islander (AAPI) heritage month in our country. As I was reading some poems of Asian American authors, I came across one that caught my attention by Lee Herrick, an author who was born in Daejeon, Korea and was adopted in the United States at ten months old. Since during this month we also celebrate Mother’s Day, I thought this poem was appropriate for the occasion.
When we see the words together so many thoughts will appear in our minds. Each one of us has experienced some form of pain and suffering.
As I travel to Yuma, Fort Yuma, and Buckeye, I can see the endless fields of broccoli, lettuce, asparagus, and other greens. You can also see brown fields waiting to be harvest or planted.
We celebrated International Woman’s Day recently. What better way, as United Methodists, to focus on the work of women than to see what is happening in the Yuma area United Methodist Women, now known as United Women in Faith to be more inclusive.