1 In the fifteenth year of the reign of Emperor Tiberius, when Pontius Pilate was governor of Judea, and Herod was ruler of Galilee, and his brother Philip ruler of the region of Ituraea and Trachonitis, and Lysanias ruler of Abilene, 2 during the high priesthood of Annas and Caiaphas, the word of God came to John son of Zechariah in the wilderness. 3 He went into all the region around the Jordan, proclaiming a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of sins, 4 as it is written in the book of the words of the prophet Isaiah, "The voice of one crying out in the wilderness: "Prepare the way of the Lord, make his paths straight. 5 Every valley shall be filled, and every mountain and hill shall be made low, and the crooked shall be made straight, and the rough ways made smooth; 6 and all flesh shall see the salvation of God.' " 7 John said to the crowds that came out to be baptized by him, "You brood of vipers! Who warned you to flee from the wrath to come? 8 Bear fruits worthy of repentance. Do not begin to say to yourselves, "We have Abraham as our ancestor'; for I tell you, God is able from these stones to raise up children to Abraham. 9 Even now the ax is lying at the root of the trees; every tree therefore that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire." 10 And the crowds asked him, "What then should we do?" Luke 3:1-10
I'm getting ready for the Grant Christmas parade. The snow on the ground is beautiful (and I can't remember seeing snow in Alabama before Christmas ever!). But the parade promises to be COLD!
But here are a few thought and smile provoking articles from this week:
Okay--so this is officially a punt! Between the visioning process, stewardship campaign, Emmaus Walk, Senior year activities including pictures and campus visits, and normal everyday life, I have not had time to do anything but occasionally read a blog or two. So below are some of the highlights of the last month. And who knows maybe next month, I'll be able to write some on the increasing number of subjects that have been buzzing around my head lately.
If I had realized how important that day was, I would have written the date down! All I can remember is that it was sometime before or after Phillip was born during the time when I was working full time, going to school, active in church, and either having or nursing babies. Those years are a bit of a blur. But some time in the last 1980s/early 90s, I experienced one of the major converting moments of my life.
For those who like to date the moment of accepting Christ, this was not that moment. I was baptized as an infant at Grace Methodist Church in Gaithersburg, MD and given to Christ at that time. At age 11, I was confirmed at Brooklyn Avenue United Methodist Church in Dallas (Oak Cliff specifically) and accepted the baptismal vows for myself. When we moved to Gadsden, I was re-baptized at Whites Chapel Baptist Church when I expressed a wish to join. (One of the reasons I so strongly object to re-baptism. The first one took!) When I could drive, I drove myself to Gadsden First UMC and upon feeling God's presence in the beauty of the liturgy of Holy Communion, I moved my membership back to the denomination of my heritage and raising. I did the stereotypical thing and became very inactive during my college years. We visited Epworth off and on for a few years as young adults and joined when I was VERY pregnant with Steven so we could raise him in the church. Steven was one of the babies who screamed when left in the nursery and I was told that if I came regularly he'd get used to it. So God tricked us into weekly worship attendance --and Steven did quit screaming after a year and a half (or was it a lifetime--it felt like it!).
In those days, Epworth no longer held revivals. We hosted Spiritual Renewal events. In any case, at the time of year when churches held revivals, our pastor (Andy Wolfe) invited David Lowes Watson to led our Spiritual Renewal event focusing on covenant discipleship and the event ended with an invitation to form covenant discipleship groups.
As I recall, we were introduced to Wesley's Covenant prayer one night and invited to come back the next and actually commit to a covenant group after carefully and prayerfully considering the covenant.
If you take it seriously, Wesley's covenant prayer is more than a bit scary. "Put me to suffering. . . " "Let me be empty . . ." "Let me have all things, let me have nothing . . ." But the line of the prayer that really stopped me in my tracks that night was "Let me employed by thee or laid aside for thee . . ." And for the first time in my life, I realized that I didn't want to be laid aside. I wanted to make a difference for Christ!
So on the next night, I went forward and made a commitment to intentional, accountable discipleship. This converting moment was not about accepting a belief in the salvation we receive through Christ or of accepting a commitment to the church rather in this moment I not only committed my life and what would happen to it to Christ but I vowed to be accountable for how I served him. Without really knowing what it meant or where it would lead, I committed my ALL to Christ.
From there everything changed! A couple in my covenant group sponsored me on an Emmaus Walk and I left knowing that as a baptized Christian I was called to ministry and determined to find my ministry. Another friend from the covenant group convinced me to go with her to Huntsville First and take a Disciple Bible study class which led to teaching Disciple classes at Epworth. I served on just about every committee imaginable and I began to teach my Sunday School class. I attended "To Grow A Teacher" events and "Gifted and Called." And somewhere in the midst of all that, I began what seemed like a long hard struggle with my growing sense of call to representative ministry. Which lead eventually to candidacy, licensed local ministry, seminary, and now ordained ministry. And for the last 11 or 12 years, I feel like God has been continually calling me to jump in my car and go somewhere I've never been to do something I never dreamed I'd be asked to do (and was not to sure I wanted to do!).
There were days I've wondered why I ever worried about being laid aside! And some days, I confess it sounds pretty restful!
However, I noticed something this week that I don't think I had ever noticed before. For years, I have heard the prayer say "let me be employed by thee or laid aside BY thee" and interestingly enough that is not what the prayer says! Rather the prayers says "let me laid aside FOR thee"-- a rather different proposition. God never lays any of us aside, but sometimes there are seasons in our lives when we are laid aside for the sake of God. Sometimes the door doesn’t open where we expect it to and we have to sit and wait on God--laid aside FOR God--and it is during those times--usually uncomfortable times--that we grow the most. And while we are tempted to think nothing is happening and we are useless, God is at work growing and shaping us for the next season of ministry.
Through the years, I have revisited this prayer often. Each new year, I draw my congregation's attention to it. Recently, a friend told me that she has it posted on her treadmill so she can pray it daily as she exercises. Last Sunday, I posted it on this blog. And Wednesday during our final session of the gathering of the orders, Rob Weber asked us to pray it and I couldn't make it through the prayer without the tears falling.
In the end, Wesley's Covenant Prayer is about saying YES! to God. Yes to times of activity. Yes to times of rest. Yes to times of change and risk. Yes to times of waiting and seeking. Yes to going. Yes to staying. It's all about saying Yes to the one who said Yes to us! Giving ourselves to the one who gave himself for us. Giving ourselves to others unconditionally as Christ gave himself unconditionally for us. Entrusting our present and our future with all the unknowns to the one who knows us intimately and has a plan for a future and a hope for us.
So today, I place Wesley's Covenant prayer as well as Merton's wonderful prayer in my prayer notebook so that each and every day I can be reminded to say Yes to whatever and wherever God is calling me to go or to do.
I have probably posted Merton's prayer before, but I find these two prayers are ones I have to revisit on a regular basis and so I am sharing them this morning.
Prayer for the Journey
MY LORD GOD, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think that I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so. But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you. And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing. I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire. And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road though I may know nothing about it. Therefore will I trust you always though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death. I will not fear, for you are ever with me, and you will never leave me to face my perils alone. - Thomas Merton, "Thoughts in Solitude"
Wesley's Covenant Prayer
I am no longer my own, but thine. Put me to what thou wilt, rank me with whom thou wilt. Put me to doing, put me to suffering. Let me be employed by thee or laid aside for thee, Exalted for thee or brought low by thee, Let me full, let me be empty. Let me have all things, let me have nothing. I freely and heartily yield all things To thy pleasure and disposal. And now, O glorious and blessed God, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, Thou art mine, and I am thine. So be it. And the covenant which I have made on earth, let it be ratified in heaven. Amen.
OTHER INTERESTING STUFF Boneless Wings--the Cheaper Bite In honor of my daughter who loves movies that make her cry: 9 Movies That Always Make Me Cry I'd add Now Voyager, Gone With the Wind, Casablanca, West Side Story, Carousel, Life is Beautiful, and Snoopy Come Home
Let me begin this week by pausing a moment to remember Rich Mullins. He remains my favorite Contemporary Christian artist. Jason Boyette does a great job of listing the many reasons Rich Mullins remains one of my heroes.
The 7 Deadly Sins by Geographic Area I may have shared this before, but worth a second look. According to this, Alabamians have problems with lust and pride--time to start on a new sermon series!
I remember clearly that I was listening to an FM radio music station as I drove through the intersection at Winchester Road and Moores Mill. I was on my way to Nashville for my week of classes. The report was short and told very little. A plane had crashed into one of the World Trade Center towers. So I switched the radio to NPR’s Morning Edition to find out more. I listened for the next two hours as the horror unfolded.
As I recall, Craig was on the arsenal that day. By the time I reached Fayetteville, Tennessee, the knowledge of the terrorist attack in NYC made me fear for his safety on the arsenal. So I called him on my cell phone just to check in.
I arrived in Nashville with enough time before my first class to stop in at Alpine Bakery for a cup of coffee and it was there that I saw the images for the first time. For two hours, I had listened as the horrible events unfolded. I knew what had happened. But nothing prepared me for the impact of seeing the towers fall. Never underestimate the power of a visual image!
My first class that day was a class on the prophet Jeremiah taught by Renita Weems. As I recall by the time I entered the Div School, the dean’s letter was already posted on the door (although my timeline of the day could be sketchy). The letter expressed horror at the event and concern for the victims. In fact, the dean had a relative that worked in or near the Towers who had not yet been heard from. But he wanted everyone to know that the Div School would be a sanctuary for any Arab or Muslim students who feared retaliation. Dr. Weems also had a family member in NYC who worked in or near the towers that was still be heard from. (We latter learned that both people had survived the attack.)
I don’t remember what we discussed in Jeremiah that day. I do remember that Jeremiah and his lamentations seemed appropriate to the day.
I do, however, remember what we studied in my second and final class of the day, Liberation and Spirituality. In many ways, the class had prepared me to accept what had happened. I had read and heard so many third world voices and even the Christian ones were resentful of the United States. I was saddened, but not shocked, when some people did not grieve when we were so terribly hurt. Our teacher was out of town and he had planned for a TA to show us a video on non-violent resistance and so we did. I can’t begin to tell you how surreal it was to watch a video about Ghandi and MLK Jr on September 11, 2001! The class took on new meaning and depth as we truly struggled with Jesus’ teachings, Merton and Thurman’s teachings on spirituality, MLK’s teachings on community and non-violence in light of the violence of Sep 11th and the responses and emotions that day evoked in ourselves as well as others.
My apartment in Nashville was in the flight path of the Nashville airport. The apartment was far enough away that I was actually relatively unaware of the planes flying overhead until they stopped. I still remember the silence in the air around me.
That year, I was in the apartment alone. So I went back to the apartment and turned on the radio to NPR and kept it there throughout the night. When I would wake during the night, I’d catch up on the latest events and reflections and then fall back to sleep.
What I wanted—needed—the most was to be able to do something. So the next day, I did the only thing I knew to do: I went and gave blood. Hundreds of people joined me. The line to give blood was hours long. I had homework to do and a sermon to preach that Sunday, so I spent the hours waiting to give blood well. Generally, my experience with lots of people and long lines is that folks get testy and ugly---not that day. For a few days anyway, I think we all readjusted our priorities. We were more patient. We were more loving. We recognized what was really important. So we waited. For a while, we experienced Thurman’s concept of ”communitas” which strips us of the things which divide us, such as age, race, gender, and economic status, and binds us into a unified heterogeneous group. Well, at least, those of us southern Americans who gathered that day in Nashville to give blood experienced a form of “communitas.” A form still defined by nation and perhaps even region. And perhaps there is even something different about those who donate blood as a way of doing something that separates them from others. In any case, that day I received a foretaste—a vision—of what community truly should be.
I have begun to wonder if we will get any mail at all once Laura decides on a college! Most of our daily snail mail comes from colleges far and near. Most of it is destined for the trash can and some Laura has set aside to actually look at. In addition to all the "snail mail," she is evidently getting tons of e-mail. Once again, most of it is not terribly exciting. But she did get one that tickled her so that she actually requested information and I just had to share it!
Dear Laura,
You haven't responded to any of our other emails regarding getting on the MIT mailing list and getting some interesting/cool materials in the mail, so we'll stop bugging you. But I begged my boss to let me try one last time, telling him that bad haiku is the key to connecting with people.
If you respond to this email, after having ignored the others, it will make admissions officers everywhere rethink their use of bad haiku in the admissions process. Let's change the world.
Here goes...
Hi, how's it going? We would like to send you an MIT brochure.
It's free, really cool, And we think you will like it. Click the link below to request it.
(That last line had nine syllables. Did you catch that? We knew you were smart.)
O God, go with my child as he goes to college Keep him safe Keep him sensible Keep him focused Keep him joyful Keep him surrounded by friends and teachers who help him grow. Help him not to succumb to alcohol or other drugs To the fast crowd going nowhere To the lure of laziness or the glamour of cliques To careless sex and careless habits But to be his own person and avoid group-think Help him to write more and call less! To know I miss him To feel my prayers and remember his home teachings To visit home as often as he can and know it remains a place where reservations are never needed and no locks will ever bar his return Help him always to remember how much I love him.
- Marian Wright Edelman
(picture of Phillip and Austin moving into their dorm)
Each day, I receive a prayer from Beliefnet. Today's prayer really hit home for me. So here it is for all those who have children who have left for college, work, military, marriage, or wherever God has led them.
It is time to let go, to stand back and watch as the young leave home and go out into the world on their own. Bless them, O God, in all their endeavors, in their successes and failures. Guard them from all harm and evil and make them strong to resist temptation. Lead them in your paths that they may be the builders of life and not destroy your creation. Teach them your ways of justice that they may care for the well-being of all and not for their needs alone. Guide them in their search for truth that they may praise you in all they do. Let them trust the love of family to support them in their time of need, to care for their hopes and dreams, and to love them, no matter what comes. Amen.
Jon (at Stuff Christians Like) in his recent post on “Asking God Geography Questions” reflected on our tendency to ask God questions such as “Where I should go?”, “What should I do?”, and “Who should I be with?” and concluded that God’s answer to all these questions would be “In My Presence.” Which reminded me of a chapter in Barbara Brown Taylor’s new book, An Altar in the World, where she reflects on the spiritual discipline of getting lost. One of the values of getting lost, according to Taylor, is that you must become aware of where you are.
“I am convinced that this is normal human behavior, which means that something extra is needed to override it. Why override it? Because once you leave the cow path, the unpredictable territory is full of life. True, you can’t always see where you are putting your feet . This means you can no longer afford to stay unconscious. You can no longer count on the beat-down red dirt path making all of your decisions for you. Leaving it, you agree to make your own choices for a spell. You agree to become aware of each step you take, tuning all of your senses to exactly where you are and exactly what you are doing.”
And when we become aware of exactly where we are, we discover that we are in God’s presence—here and now.
I’ve never been good at standing in the place where I am and I’m especially not good at being lost. Carmen, my GPS (as in “Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?”) is my best friend. She tells me where to go—and even though I argue with her from time to time and even override her instructions on occasion—she is pretty faithful to ensure that I get where I believe I am supposed to go. But even at that she has taken me some interesting places—because even Carmen doesn’t give me the big picture. She leads a step at a time. And quite honestly, I don’t like that either.
Give me a map. Show me exactly where I am going. Show me each clean bathroom, each Starbucks, each McDonnell’s drive thru, and each gas station. Don’t worry telling me about the beautiful scenic overlooks or the field with deer that might surprise me because I am on a mission—most the time I’m even on a mission from God—and I don’t have time for all of that.
Yep, I’m not good at standing where I am.
The problem with constant movement—even movement toward something—is that you so easily forget the reality that even when you are moving toward the place that God is calling you that God is still present with you now. God is not to be found over there. God is here. God tabernacles with us. So that even when God is leading us forward by pillar of cloud by day and fire by night, God still dwells in our midst. So today, I am hearing the word of God from the band REM, “Stand in the place where you live. Think about it. Wonder why you haven’t before.”
Those of us at New Life are on a journey. We are in the midst of visioning process followed immediately with a stewardship emphasis. The theme for our visioning process is “Journey toward the Promised Land” and right now we are trying to discern what God’s Promised Land is for New Life and how we get there. So, I confess, I’ve already jumped ahead and tried to determine where God is leading us and what it will mean for the congregation as a whole and for me as their pastor.
On a personal note, I’ve moved my youngest son into his college dorm and am well aware that in a year I will move my youngest into one. I wonder what is ahead for me as a mother of grown children who don’t live at home. Will I become old? Will I no longer get pop references? Will I suddenly prefer reruns of SNL to Jon Stewart on the Daily Show? What will life be like with an empty nest?
Last year at this time, I was looking back. This year I find myself looking forward.
But today, I hear God telling me to slow down a bit and focus on where we are—where I am—to find God in our midst and to wait for the next direction and who knows where that will take us. So maybe instead of rushing into God’s presence in the future, I can feel God’s presence here and now.
As Joshua and Caleb told the Israelites as they stood at the edge of the Promised Land, “the Lord is with us, do not fear . . .”
At Fallen and Flawed, 12 bloggers summarized the gospel in 10 words or less. I was struck by the fact that none of them mentioned the love of God. Furthermore, to be quite honest, I don't buy into the opinion that we ought to be able to summarize it in ten words or less. And my definition of gospel probably changes from day to day depending on where I see God's love at work in the world, but here is my summary (in 10 words) for today:
God's love means sin, death, evil are never the end!
I normally don't post Facebook quizzes to my blog, but here is a quiz about my senior year in honor of the fact that I graduated from high school and started Auburn 30 years ago.
Fill this out about your SENIOR year of high school! The longer ago it was, the more fun the answers will be!! At the end, choose 10 people (or more) to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.
(To do this, go to "notes" under the tabs on your profile page, copy and paste my note in the body of the note, delete my answers and type yours, tag 10 people (in the right hand corner of the app). Then click publish.)
IN YOUR SENIOR YEAR DID YOU...
1. Did you date someone from your school? I may have had a date or two, but I didn't "date" anyone.
2. Did you marry someone from your high school? Yes. I met Craig in 9th grade when we took Latin 1 but we didn't date until our sophomore year of college when he transferred to Auburn.
3. Did you car pool to school? Yes. I drove my sister as well as a couple of other folks.
4. What kind of car did you have? 1972 Chevy Vega (nicknamed the Viscous Vegas and it could be heard coming for miles)until it was rear-ended and totaled. Then (and this sounds much better than it was) a 68 Pontiac Firebird (the Ferocious Firebird).
5. What kind of car do you have now? 2009 Toyota Camry--metallic blue
6. Its Saturday night...where are you today? Reviewing my sermon for the umpteenth time.
7. It is Saturday night...where were you then? Walking the mall
8. What kind of job did you have in high school? None
9. What kind of job do you do now? Pastor, New Life UMC
10. Were you a party animal? Not at all.
11. Were you considered a flirt? Not hardly
12. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir? Clarinet in marching and concert bands.
13. Were you a nerd? Absolutely.
14. Did you get suspended or expelled? No
15. Can you sing the fight song? Unfortunately, yes.
16. Who was/were your favorite teacher(s)? Mr. Wagnon, Ms. Bedell, and yes Ms. Morrow
17. Where did you sit during lunch? I have no idea
18. What was your school's full name? Gadsden High School (and it no longer exists)
19. When did you graduate? 1979
20. What was your school mascot? Tiger
21. If you could go back and do it again, would you? Honestly, no.
22. Did you have fun at Prom? Yes.
23. Do you still talk to the person you went to Prom with? If Facebook counts--Hi Bob!
24. Are you planning on going to your next reunion? Unfortunately, no. It's Saturday night--not my best night for a party.
25. Do you still talk to people from school? Yes--mostly Facebook
26. School Colors? Orange and Black
27. What celebrities came from your high school? I don't know of any--anyone else have an idea?
“I believe every human has a finite number of heartbeats. I don't intend to waste any of mine.” -Astronaut Neil Armstrong (born August 5, 1930)
This week, we continue to reflect on the words of wisdom given to the churches of Ephesus.
15Be careful then how you live, not as unwise people but as wise, 16making the most of the time, because the days are evil. 17So do not be foolish, but understand what the will of the Lord is. 18Do not get drunk with wine, for that is debauchery; but be filled with the Spirit, 19as you sing psalms and hymns and spiritual songs among yourselves, singing and making melody to the Lord in your hearts, 20giving thanks to God the Father at all times and for everything in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ. Ephesians 5:15-20
• “Be careful then how you live . . .” How would you live your life differently if you knew that tomorrow was your last day? Would a sense of urgency inspire you to live more boldly or to cower in fear? How can you make better use of the time granted you?
• Do you believe that your life is Spirit-filled? If so, how is that evident to those around you? If not, what stands in the way of allowing the Spirit to fill you and pour out of you?
• What is the role of worship and of singing in the life of faith?
I write down everything I want to remember. That way, instead of spending a lot of time trying to remember what it is I wrote down, I spend the time looking for the paper I wrote it down on. - Beryl Pfizer
Since the Jimmy Buffett series is over, I am returning to the lectionary--but jumping a week ahead. So this is actually the Epistle reading for the 10th Sunday of Pentecost.
On first glance, one would think that first church Ephesus had major problems and we could all take a deep breath and celebrate the fact that we don’t attend THAT church. However, scholars tell us that Ephesians was not written to a particular church, rather Ephesians was intended to be circulated among many congregations. Unlike Paul’s letters to the Corinthians, this letter is not directed toward a particular congregation with particular congregations but to many congregations struggle with typical congregational struggles. In other words, this letter is written to us!
Over the next two weeks, we are going to reflect on some of the advice given to those congregations. This week’s scripture focuses on the kind of new life Christians are empowered to live thanks to the power of the Holy Spirit within them.
25So then, putting away falsehood, let all of us speak the truth to our neighbors, for we are members of one another. 26Be angry but do not sin; do not let the sun go down on your anger, 27and do not make room for the devil. 28Thieves must give up stealing; rather let them labor and work honestly with their own hands, so as to have something to share with the needy. 29Let no evil talk come out of your mouths, but only what is useful for building up, as there is need, so that your words may give grace to those who hear. 30And do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, with which you were marked with a seal for the day of redemption. 31Put away from you all bitterness and wrath and anger and wrangling and slander, together with all malice, 32and be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ has forgiven you. 5Therefore be imitators of God, as beloved children, 2and live in love, as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us, a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God. Ephesians 4:25-5:2
• Notice that anger is not considered sinful in and of itself. What does that teach us about how Christians should respond to their feelings of anger? • How does this passage teach us about how we should speak to one another? • This passage is directed toward Christians—those who are being saved. Are you surprised that this passage infers that there might be Christian thieves? What does that mean for us as a Christian community? Why does the author suggest thieves should not steal? What does that teach the rest of us? • If we are called to be imitators of God, how should we treat others? As we prepare to celebrate Holy Communion this week, let’s reflect on what this passage teaches us about the invitation to Holy Communion to those who “earnestly seek to live in peace with one another” and which also calls on us to the body and blood of Christ for the world?
Been a busy few weeks: Great vacation on Tybee Island with extended family. Phillip turned 19 and Steven 23! We've had VBS and are in the midst of youth week at New Life. We have a new youth director, a new secretary beginning Monday, and are working on finding a children's director. In addition, we are beginning a six week visioning process on August 17th followed immediately by a stewardship emphasis month. In addition, I have two candidacy mentor trainings to conduct and a paper to write. So I continue to have little time for blogging. But I thought I'd at least share some of what I have been reading. And maybe (at least after the paper is written), I'll be able to return to reflecting on some of the things my mind has been processing this summer. (I do have a professional diagnosis of thinking too much!)
Peacebang reflects on her henna tattoo! They are fun, but mine is probably coming off today!
Given the situation at Camp Sumatanga, here is an interesting article on church camps closing. If you didn't hear Bob Murray's report at Annual Conference, check it out here and note the WONDERFUL news!
Lots of comments on Derek Webb's new album, Stockholm Syndrome, which contains the song What Matters More. I'm posting the video, but warning it does contain an expletive (part of the controversy and part of the point he is making). I have a great deal of respect for his work (many of you may know him from his work with Caedmon's Call) and I find this very thought provoking (but honestly I agree with his point). (for those reading this on facebook, you have to visit my blog to actually see the videos I embed)
A BIG thanks to Kim Scites, who came to my rescure and preached last weekend for me. Here is her take on Changes in Latitude, Changes In Attitude And here is New Life's take on Brandon Heath's I'm Not Who I Was (Trinity folks may remember a similar version last year)
