Category: Reflections

Rest is not a reward for finished work. It is a gift God keeps insisting we receive. A summer word about sabbath, Elijah’s nap under the broom tree, and what the lake keeps teaching us.

Grief does not keep a schedule, so the garden gate stays open and there is room in the pew. Nobody here will try to fix you. We will keep you company.

Whoever you are, whoever you love, however long you have been away, there is a place for you here. No conditions waiting in the fine print, just red doors and an open table.

For centuries a red church door has meant sanctuary. Ours get repainted lovingly and often, because we mean it, and the invitation stands any Sunday at 10:00.