Weekly News​

November 19, 2019

Dear Friends,
After 243,500+ miles, new sway bar links were in order for my Mazda. Before I needed new ones, I didn't even know I had any, and when they said I needed new ones, I really had no idea what they were. 
For others who may be wondering, sway bar links attach the sway bar to a car. A sway bar, also known as an anti-sway bar, "tends to keep the car from swaying (or more precisely, from leaning to one side or the other). A sway bar does nothing at all unless the vehicle is inclined to lean to one side, but when it does start to lean (which usually means the vehicle is turning — every car or truck tends to lean to the outside of a turn), the sway bar applies force to the suspension on each side . . . to resist the leaning. Why use a sway bar? For one thing, it can be uncomfortable, disconcerting, or even dangerous for a vehicle to roll too much in turns. More subtly, uncontrolled body roll tends to cause the wheels’ alignment, and in particular their camber (tilting inward or outward) to change, reducing how well they can grip the road; limiting body roll also tends to keep camber controlled, meaning more consistent grip for braking and turning." (from yourmechanic.com)
Sometimes I think my spirit needs a sway bar--something to keep me from leaning too far away from my spiritual center, something that helps me to keep a consistent grip as I seek to follow in the way of Christ. It can be easy to get out of alignment with God's calling on our lives as we negotiate the curves of life. 
I'm grateful to all of you for supporting our church. It is a spiritual sway bar to so many. Worship, Bible studies, adult education classes, committee meetings, fellowship time . . . all of these things help us stay centered on our spiritual journeys and give us a consistent grip as we follow Christ.
Yours in Christ,
Pastor Robin

​​ ​​​​​​Thank you, Linda Miller, for providing the weekly reflection and prayer.​​

Dear friends,

Last week I bragged to a friend about how doggone healthy I’ve been for the past few years. I attributed it to my dumpster diving, putting me in contact with all sorts of germs, and coming out healthier for it. Since late last Thursday night, I’ve had plenty of time to ponder my  words and reflect upon the power of small things. That unseen flu bug – probably picked up at Meijer along with my groceries – has knocked me down and dragged me around with body aches, chills, fever, wracking coughs and loss of appetite and energy, doing a better job than a heavy-weight boxer to lay me down for the count. Shakespeare said it concisely: Though she be but little, she is fierce.

Did you ever find a rock on the beach with a hole in it? Pretty neat, huh? Think about how long it took for a grain of sand and the movement of water in a very precise dance of elements to carve that perfect little hole through solid rock. This small thing becomes a miracle of engineering. Think about a tiny pebble, not out on a beach, but lodged in your shoe as you hike a trail. How much enjoyment of the beauty of that trail did you miss because of the discomfort in your shoe? And did you ever try to sleep on a warm summer night when a tiny mosquito was whining its way to a meal courtesy of your exposed upper back? (Those bites are ALWAYS in the hardest to reach places!)

“Little things mean a lot.” 

“God is in the details.”

 “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.”

“A single candle can both defy and define the darkness.”  Anne Frank

“And a little child shall lead them.”

The little things DO mean a lot. Say “thank you.” Get that flu shot. Dump that pebble from your shoe before it becomes a blister (because you know that you forgot to pack bandages in your backpack.) Say “thank you” again and again.  Smile.

Dear God,
Thank you for the small things
And the greatness of your love for us.
This past Sunday's video is below: