Posts from April 2021

“Tree Song”
By Ken Medema

I saw a tree by the riverside
one day as I walked along,
straight as an arrow and pointing to the sky,
growing tall and strong.
“How do you grow so tall and strong?”
I said to the riverside tree.
This is the song that my tree friend sang to me…

I saw a tree in the wintertime
when snow lay on the ground,
straight as an arrow and pointing to the sky,
and winter winds blew all around.
“How do you stay so tall and strong?”
I said to the wintertime tree.
This is the song that my tree friend sang to me…

I saw a tree in the city streets
where buildings blocked the sun.
Green and lovely, I could see
it gave joy to everyone.
“How do you grow in the city streets?”
I said to the downtown tree.
This is the song that my tree friend sang to me…

“I’ve got roots growing down to the water,
I’ve got leaves growing up to the sunshine,
and the fruit that I bear is a sign of the life in me.
I am shade for the hot summer sundown,
I am nest for the birds of the heaven.
I’m becoming what the Lord of Trees has meant me to be:
a strong young tree.”

This coming Sunday in our worship service we will hear the words of Psalm 1: “Happy are those who do not follow the advice of the wicked…they are like trees planted by streams of water.”

I invite you to take some time this week to look at the trees, those out your window or those you see as you walk or drive around town. They have lessons to teach on our journey of faith! Grateful for roots we share, branches we represent, and fruit we bear…Pastor Claudine

By Pauline Johnson

And only where the forest fires have sped,
Scorching relentlessly the cool north lands,
A sweet wild flower lifts its purple head,
And, like some gentle spirit sorrow-fed,
It hides the scars with almost human hands.

And only to the heart that knows of grief,
Of desolating fire, of human pain,
There comes some purifying sweet belief,
Some fellow-feeling beautiful, if brief,
And life revives, and blossoms once again.

As we mark Earth Day this week, we see signs of spring blossoming around us, and we find hope in the promise that as the earth re-awakens, death gives way to life and God revives us again.

How we need the revival this poem proclaims…for a year we have tended to sorrows and scars, we have known grief and loss, we have missed one another, prayed for one another, and loved one another, knowing that one day we’d be together again in gentle spirit and “sweet belief.”

As you know we are planning and preparing to return to in-person Sunday morning worship while continuing to follow safety guidelines and pandemic protocol. Thank you for your quick responses and feedback; we are in the process of organizing the service for Sunday, May 23rd.

That will be the Day of Pentecost, the day we recall the coming of the Holy Spirit, arriving with the rush of wind and tongues of fire, with baptism like a dove and the birth of the early church. Usually we celebrate it as the birthday of the church; this year it will be the re-birth of a church.

For the next four weeks we will continue to post an audio recording of the service on our website, and please know that if you are not comfortable with returning to the sanctuary yet, you have our understanding, encouragement and blessing to continue listening from home.

May life be revived, may love blossom once again, and may God bless us in a Spirit of hope…
Pastor Claudine

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“Awaken Me”

Risen One,
come, meet me
in the garden of my life.

Lure me into elation.
Revive my silent hope.
Coax my dormant dreams.
Raise up my neglected gratitude.
Entice my tired enthusiasm.
Give life to my faltering relationships.
Roll back the stone of my indifference.
Unwrap the deadness in my spiritual life.
Impart heartiness in my work.

Risen One,
send me forth
as a disciple of your unwavering love,
a messenger
of your unlimited joy.

Resurrected One,
may I become
ever more convinced
that your presence lives on,
and on, and on,
and on.

Awaken me!
Awaken me!

-Joyce Rupp

In this season of Easter, I wish for you unlimited joy even in the midst of unending heartache, and I thank you for being messengers of unwavering love even in the uncertainties of life.

May the blessings of hope and possibility rise within you each day…Pastor Claudine