Coming up on April 29 is one of my favorite special events of the year at our church. We call it the Teacher Appreciation Dinner and honor the classroom teachers our church children have had during the year. It’s for teachers from Kindergarten (the only word I ever misspelled on a spelling test!) to seniors … [Read more…]
A few weeks ago, our Sunday class at Central chose to go on a prayer walk. We met first in our classroom and then were divided into groups to walk and pray on assigned streets around our building. In some ways, our group was a motley crew. Kim, who has been coming to class and … [Read more…]
When Steve and I moved to North Carolina in 1967, we were embraced by the people who worshiped in the little brown church on the edge of Boone. Forty on Sunday was a crowd, and we were blessed with several children, ages 3 to 14. During Sunday School and worship, the children sat with their … [Read more…]
Ephesians 4 says a lot about our being called in Christ. I think this applies to our acceptance of Christ and following him daily. But it also prompted me to think about how Steve was called to preach. When he was 17, an elderly elder, Fred Sims, called (on the phone, not through Christ) and … [Read more…]
Nothing is more beautiful than women’s voices singing a cappella in an enclosed room. I can never get over it. I first attended a Central Women’s Overnight Retreat in 1975, not knowing what to expect. I enjoyed getting to know my Christian sisters better since we were new to Central, and I LOVED the singing. … [Read more…]
When we first came to Central Church of Christ 40 years ago, everyone was very welcoming. They’d been without a minister of any kind for months and were happy to have a pulpit minister on whom they could rely for spiritual food every Sunday. The elders and their wives were especially gracious. I remember all … [Read more…]
I look across the sanctuary and see my daughter with her son and husband, worshiping with us. This is a miraculous thing to me—a surprise gift from God that I never even considered might happen. My husband and I never lived near our parents; we assumed our children would move away, too. And she did, … [Read more…]
I had a plan, and Steve interfered—or at least it seemed to be Steve. He suggested we go to “Maggie’s Auctions” and see what they did there on Monday nights. We’d passed the place many times when picking Tina up for church, just a few blocks away. Grudgingly, I agreed. Unusual for me, I’d actually … [Read more…]
