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The Saxapahaw Scribbler: July 2012
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Thursday, July 5, 2012. July 4, 2012. Without the discipline of time, we spoil the next day the night before. We become slaves to time, believing we have all the time in the world and then running out of time. Our lack of discipline can leave us scrambling, feeling trapped by our lives. While it may seem incongruous, and even contradictory, true freedom comes through discipline. I asked, “Do you have time to pray? True freedom comes through discipline. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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The Saxapahaw Scribbler: Weeds
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Tuesday, July 23, 2013. I’ve often wondered who had the brilliant idea of putting in a slate walkway to the parsonage. While it is attractive, it requires constant maintenance. This is because the most fertile soil in all of Alamance County is found in the cracks between the slates, and the weeds spring up overnight. Seriously! When I find myself wrestling with a challenging passage of scripture, I take a break and sit in the middle of the walkway digging my nails into the beautiful black soil that holds...
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The Saxapahaw Scribbler: November 2012
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Thursday, November 29, 2012. If eradicating hunger was easy, no one would be hungry. Putting an end to hunger is not easy! When we are asked to make a commitment to give of our time,. We are quick to point out that we must work to put food on our own tables. We don’t have time to spare. When we are asked to give financially,. We talk about how stretched we already feel. We don’t have money to spare. When we are asked to stretch, to sacrifice, to go the extra mile,. We are reluctant to do without. Jesus b...
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The Saxapahaw Scribbler: Looking For Hope
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Saturday, November 3, 2012. There is something about hope. It is always forward-looking, anticipating that things will not stay the way they are, that life will get easier, that there is more to our daily existence than what we see right now. In hope we anticipate a day when our hearts will be filled with joy; we expect to meet Jesus. Where did Abraham find that hope? Paul points to Abraham’s faith in the living God. The God of infinite possibility; the Father who raised Jesus from the dead (! Why do we ...
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The Saxapahaw Scribbler: Energy
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Thursday, April 25, 2013. I love Einstein’s equation, E = mc. Even as a pastor, the truth of this equation resonates with me. Somehow, in some mysterious way we don’t fully understand, energy and matter are directly related. Energy and matter are intimately tied to one another. Of course, I’ve grown up experiencing this tie on one of my favorite shows, Star Trek. The idea behind beaming technology ( Beam me up, Scotty! In other words, matter and energy are interchangeable. And when the Holy Spirit was po...
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The Saxapahaw Scribbler: July 2011
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Friday, July 8, 2011. According to the US government definition, I can answer the question “Are you. I am Hispanic because I trace my origin to Bogota, Colombia. In this case, “origin” is understood as country of birth and Colombia is in South America. [2]. At first glance, it seems I have misrepresented myself for the past 40 years, as I have never considered myself to be of Hispanic origin. White, Anglo-Saxon, Protestant? So if I want to say I am of Hispanic origin, I can. Sue in Mexico City, 1968.
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The Saxapahaw Scribbler: April 2011
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Monday, April 25, 2011. Easter Monday, April 25, 2011. Many years ago, a friend and I spent the day at Coney Island riding the wooden roller coaster over and over again. Flying down the long slopes with our hands in the air, and clinging tightly to the bar as we flew around sharp curves, we screamed and laughed and screamed again. Wooden roller coasters are terrifying and exhilarating – there is always this sensation that the car is going to fly right off the tracks. It is quite unsettling. But on this E...
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The Saxapahaw Scribbler: May 2013
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Thursday, May 9, 2013. Good Is Good Enough. Interestingly, on the day before this email exchange I heard Greg Jones speak at Duke Divinity School on Resurrecting Excellence. As he spoke of leading the church in the 21. Century, he made the comment, “Beware of mediocrity masquerading as faithfulness.”. Another proverb. I think we fall into this trap too often – often unawares. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Good Is Good Enough. Sue's Sermons from Saxapahaw UMC.
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The Saxapahaw Scribbler: Noah's Tears
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Monday, June 25, 2012. 8220;For surely I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord. Plans for your welfare and not for harm, to give you a future with hope.” – Jeremiah 29:11. Noah and His Sisters. I have so many vivid memories from my recent trip to Zimbabwe. But I keep coming back to one story – the story of Noah and his siblings – the story that opened my eyes to the depth of the pain and grief and vulnerability of these orphans in Zimbabwe. The Southern Alamance Working Group:. For more on ZOER...
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The Saxapahaw Scribbler: October 2011
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Tuesday, October 18, 2011. I can’t sleep. I’ve left the warmth of my bed in the wee hours of the morning, leaving the cat curled up in her usual spot on the bed. Neither dog moves as I head for the kitchen. Hot chocolate. That will do. 8211; the clamor in my head is stilled. And then the beautiful soprano line from Mendelssohn’s Elijah. I wonder: God, what do you mean by here? Here as in Saxapahaw? Here as in ministry? Here as in the front porch in the wee hours of the morning? Trust Me, and go back to b...
