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Exciting New “See All the People” Bible Study Begins Monday April 9thExciting New “See All the People” Bible Study Begins Monday April 9th
Join us for at 6:30 pm for Monday Night Bible Study as we begin the exciting new series “See All the People” which challenges us to go beyond the walls of our church and become more engaged with our community. For those unable to attend the Monday evening class, we will meet again on Thursday morning at 10:30 am in the SGIUMC Fellowship Hall. We hope to see you there!
Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts, praising God and enjoying the favor of all the people. And the Lord added to their number daily those who were being saved.
— Acts 2:46-47
God is Everywhere!God is Everywhere!
Chicory or cornflower is blooming on the island, lining the road near the park. Whenever I see the sky-blue blossoms, I am suddenly swept back into my childhood. One summer I had to cross a busy street to reach vacation Bible school. As a group of us waited for traffic to clear, I stared at the chicory awash with color in a nearby vacant lot, mirroring the blue of the sky. Each morning in school we sang, “God is in the flowers and the birds that sing—God is everywhere!” My attention was captured by God’s presence in the chicory, as if I could watch him at work in the flower. Perhaps then I could see him at work in my childhood innocence; perhaps I still can. I pray, God, you will give us both a world that is beautiful and eyes to appreciate that beauty. I thank you, Lord, for being in those chicory blossoms and for welcoming me into your world here on earth and your world above in Heaven. Amen.
At this time of year, night seems to descend on the island differently than elsewhere. Like a worn quilt, the sky first has only thin places, worn spots that appear to have been rubbed against by giant ankles or elbows, places where the sun shines—barely. As if suspended, the quilt hangs heavier and heavier, weighted by the stars that begin to pull id down, down, slowly until there is more darkness than light. Sometimes, dear Lord, I reach for you and find a hole where the fingers of faith quickly connect. At other times, I reach into something thick and furry, unable to find you, to touch you. When that happens, I depend upon others to connect me, others to raise my name in prayer, others who lift me and my situation. Perhaps I break through to you because of old, memorized bible verses or hymns that appear in my mind, illuminating the darkness. Thank you, Heavenly Father, for the beauty of night but more importantly, thank you for the beauty of your light-filled presence no matter how deep the dark. Amen.