I had written on 3/21/22 in this blog about a season in the spring of 2016 when God spoke to me about deadwood and “sap fire”. specifically what happened as I sat waiting for the 2016 conference clergy conference to begin where the vote on my deacon...
Bill and I were young marrieds with a toddler and an infant. It was mid-1970s. We had made a commitment to join and attend a church, Whitfield United Methodist Church, in part because that was how we were raised. A Sunday School class for young marrieds was being led...
I arrived early at my church one morning. It was quiet; staff members had not yet arrived. I sat on a comfortable sofa in the carpeted entry and just listened. I realized that even “quiet” isn’t silent. The renovated building has a life of its own....
Where would the Methodist movement be today if John Wesley had failed to respond to circumstances and had failed to yield to the need of those to whom his movement was ministering, and deferring to the need of the movement in the American colonies rather than...
I turned 69 last week. I was 15, in Southwest GA, in 1969 when the events portrayed in this movie were going on. I saw it around the fringes. But the longing that drove it was present in me, too. It would be a long journey of 23 years before the longing in me was...
Some ask, “Why is The UMC breaking up.” It’s being cleaved….. in my observation and my sincere opinion is that it is an act by none other than the hand of God. “Cleave- split or sever (something), especially along a natural line or...
