Dear Rose Park,
Thank you. Thank you for being you. Thank you for all that you do to bless not only Sam, Simon and I, but all that you do to bless Rose Park, the community of Holland, and the Kingdom of God. The love that was shown to us during this past week’s baby ‘sprinkle’ was overwhelming; we are reminded again of how grateful we are to have you in our lives. From the bottom of our hearts, thank you.
Dear Rose Park,
As Rick mentioned a few weeks ago during worship, the ‘Tuesday Morning Crew’ of guys have been graciously working on cleaning and maintaining our church bell. If you get a chance, please offer a heartfelt ‘thank you’ to Jim Boeve, Rog Wolters, Jim Kiekover, Art DeRoo, Jack Hartman, or Gary Haverdink. I love the sound of a church bell. I love when little ones run up the stairs to pull the rope and ring it prior to our morning service. I love it not only because it’s pleasing to the eye and to the ear, but it’s also pleasing to the heart and soul.
Dear Rose Park,
Last week Wednesday Sam, Simon, and I had the great joy of attending the candlelight service for the GEMS. If you’re unfamiliar, GEMS stands for Girls Everywhere Meeting the Savior. This is a ministry Rose Park has participated in for many years; young girls have grown into mothers and sent their own daughters to GEMS. It’s a beautiful image of discipleship to the next generation of young girls.
Dear Rose Park,
I read a small devotion this morning from a book in my office that was collecting dust on the shelf. It’s a thin green book and it was given to me as a gift from a supporter of mine during seminary. The title for the devotion is “The Queen”. If you’re like me you instantly put on your detective hat and ask the question, who is the queen? If you read the devotion though, the queen isn’t a who, it’s a what. To explain, let me share the brief devotion with you:
Dear Rose Park,
Last night I attended a meeting at Fellowship Reformed Church. The meeting’s content was an update from the Vision 2020 Team. If you’re not sure what I’m referring to, I’d highly recommend you follow the link at the bottom of the page to a recent article from the RCA website. In short, in light of some deep divisions in our denomination a team has been formed to consider the future of our denomination. Last night’s meeting was an update from that team. The meeting began with lament. The meeting endured intense moments. And because of my new friend Don, the meeting ended with hope.
Dear Rose Park,
This coming Sunday we’ll celebrate Worldwide Communion Sunday. Communion typically happens in our community on the first Sunday of even numbered months. For some Reformed churches this still happens quarterly and for others it occurs every month. Communion Sunday’s are some of my favorite worship services, especially when the entire global Church is also joining us around God’s table; it’s a beautiful time together where we gather in remembrance, communion, and hope.
Dear Rose Park,
Yesterday afternoon Sam and I finally made our way to the Department of Motor Vehicles (DMV). The DMV is the three letter acronym that causes our blood pressure to rise and our patience to thin. If you’d like some peace and quiet, the DMV is not the place you want to be. If you’d like your own personal space, the DMV is not the place you want to be. And if you’re in a hurry, the DMV is not the place you want to be.
Dear Rose Park,
Do you know the best time to plant grass seed? As a disclaimer, I’m more like Tim the “Toolman” Taylor than I am Bob Vila or Chip Gaines; which is to say, I’m no expert but I thought the best time would be in late spring when the rain is coming and the season is changing from spring to summer. In reality though, the best time to plant grass seed is the fall. Sounds odd doesn’t it? Why would you lay seed in the fall when the temperature is about to drop, snow is in the forecast, and the winds are howling? The simple answer is time.
Dear Rose Park,
If you didn’t know I wear glasses. I don’t wear them often, even though I should. I first noticed my vision becoming a bit blurry during my senior year at Hope College. As I was stood in Dimnent Memorial Chapel, I noticed the words on the projection screen during worship seemed to have an extra layer. It took a few months, but I eventually had an eye exam and purchased my first pair of glasses. This past week, I had to order my third pair.
Dear Rose Park,
He’s almost two. She’s in her nineties. He wears t-shirts with dinosaurs and food stains. She wears beautiful sweaters and is delicate with her manners. He runs with abandon until he’s red in the face and sweat is on his brow. She carefully walks with a walker and is precise to find her footing. He’s relatively new to our community. She saw the last sermon of the first pastor of Rose Park. His name is Simon. Her name is Nell.
