By Rev. John Richardson - Thursday August 31, 2017
We have all heard, read and seen the news reports of the tragic situation in the wake of Hurricane Harvey.
Here is a brief update, received today, from Rev. Zena McAdams, Interim Regional Minister of the Christian Church in the Southwest:
“Things are quite grim in far South East Texas today after three days of extreme rains. Beaumont is essentially stranded with the water system compromised. Port Arthur and Orange took a hard hit. Flooding is still occurring in Houston, but people are starting to be able to get around. Schools in Katy have been postponed for several weeks. Port Aransas has suspended schools in their area for this school year due to damage. The list is endless. Income and banking are now moving to the top of the list. Jobs and services are lost. I am so appreciative of all your donations and efforts to encourage Week of Compassion and Church World Service giving. Texas is resilient but this is going to be a very long haul. Oh, one other small problem, we are beginning to have gas shortages in the DFW area. Please continue prayers for us.”
By Rev. John Richardson - Friday August 18, 2017
Dear Ohio Disciples,
Our deep national wound of racism has been torn open once again. This time in Charlottesville, Virginia.
Charlottesville and the University of Virginia are beautiful. But on August 12 and 13 the beauty was torn by hatred, bigotry, violence, pain and death. Once again a city, and a university campus, were deeply scarred, as is our nation....
By Rev. Stephen Bentley - Wednesday August 9, 2017
Today, I am once again sitting on the front porch of the Block House at Camp Christian but with a completely different feeling. The camp is once again quiet. The rush of registrations now behind us. The camp is empty like it was in May, but the feeling is very different.
In May the feeling in the emptiness was excitement in the people who would visit during the summer, the relationships/friendships ready to begin, a staff readying itself for all the adventures the summer would bring, and the stories waiting to be told.
By Rev. John Richardson - Wednesday July 26, 2017
Like many other events that are out of the ordinary Sunday through Saturday routine, our recent General Assembly is quickly fading into the blur of the ordinary. However, it was far from ordinary, even for our long history of General Assemblies (until 1968 called the International Convention).
I am one who experiences Assemblies from a big picture point of view. I might make constructive criticism, if requested, but I’m rarely very critical. I know the tasks to plan and execute an Assembly is monumental. I am grateful to have had the opportunity to attend each General Assembly since 1985 in Des Moines. And, by the grace of God, I plan to attend the 2019 General Assembly in Des Moines.
By Rev. John Richardson - Monday June 26, 2017
Today I begin serving as your Interim Regional Minister. It is a day I have been thinking about for some three months, and anticipating for the past few weeks, since receiving the call from the Regional Church Council to serve in this position. I am glad to be here.
By Pam Auble - Friday June 23, 2017
I attended Sunday School nearly every Sunday of my growing years and so I figure I’ve heard or read the story of Jesus feeding the thousands about a thousand times. Sometime in my adult years I began to wonder if Jesus actually transformed food for one boy’s family into a feast for five thousand. Sometime later I wondered if it mattered. Either way, Jesus gave thanks for what He had to share and God saw to it that everyone had enough. Could it be that the act of giving thanks for what we have will ensure that we have enough?
By Rev. Mary Jo Bray - Monday June 5, 2017
Heat waves are a fact of summer in Ohio. When one hits, people are turned into a pile of mush, the heat and humidity melting us like a snow person in March. Even my dogs are affected. I open the door to let them out, and they turn back to me as if to say, “Are you serious? You want me to go out there?”
By Stephen Bentley - Monday May 8, 2017
I am sitting and watching the morning sunrise after a rainy evening. Grass and trees are drenched of water. As the sun rises each drop picks up the light of the bright orange globe and reflects it to the world around.