Dear Rose Park,
A few nights ago, Simon didn’t feel very well. His nose was a little stuffy and he had a tickle in his throat that wouldn’t ago away. Rather than endure the sounds of him walking back and forth from his bedroom to the bathroom to get a tissue every ten minutes, I thought I’d bring the box of tissues to him. As I tucked him into bed he asked me, “Daddy can you lay with me and tell me a story?” There’s no way I could say no, he had me hook, line, and sinker.
Dear Rose Park,
Within the past week I received two phone calls that varied tremendously. One call was filled with tears, the other with joy. One call was about a funeral, the other about an engagement. The first call was from a beloved member letting me know that her dad passed away, the second was from a friend that I haven’t heard from in almost three years. Though these calls varied in emotion and tone, they both displayed the faithfulness of God in times of sorrow and joy.
Dear Rose Park,
Every morning when I drive into the office I go right past the veterinarian’s office on Butternut. Whoever manages their sign outside the office door deserves a raise because they post the most clever and witty jokes. Before Thanksgiving it read, “what do you call a running turkey? Fast food!” but if you drive by right now, you’ll read “Never make a snow angel at the dog park.”
Dear Rose Park,
“Weddings are easy; marriages are difficult.” Eugene Peterson wrote this in his book Run With The Horses and it’s absolutely true. Don’t get me wrong, I love officiating and attending weddings. I love the pageantry, the flowers, the music, the setting, and the traditions. Every once in a while, Sam and I will reminisce about our own wedding and share lovely memories of friends and family gathering to honor and witness our commitment to each other and God, but don’t for a second think that the wedding is the hard part.
Dear Rose Park,
What brings you joy? Is it the laughter of your children or grandchildren? The long enduring friendships you’ve had since high school? The beautiful music we hear during the holidays? A quiet walk in the woods? The sound of the church bell signifying worship? Or even the collective voices in the sanctuary singing together on Sunday morning? What brings you joy?
Rose Park Family,
Many of you know my mother, Kathy, works in the music department at Hope College. She’s been the administrator in the office for over twenty years. In that time she’s worked with faculty and staff from all over the world, helped students navigate the halls and their classes, and even moved from their previous location at the center of campus to the current location on the corner 10th St. and Columbia Ave. This past week, my mom sent me a link to one of Hope’s chapel services being led by Assistant Professor of Music Instruction and Director of Choral Activities, Eric Reyes.
Dear Rose Park,
Last week Tuesday I had lunch with Arlene Wassink at Royal Park Place in Zeeland. Royal Park was hosting a luncheon for pastor appreciation month. I arrived a little before 11:30AM and met Arlene around the table with a few other residents paired with their pastors. It was a great time to chat with Arlene, get to know her and others a bit better, and then to share our gratitude around the table.
Dear Rose Park,
As I write this letter to you from my study, I am experiencing two polar opposite feelings. On the one hand I’m seeing a small sign on my shelf that says, “This is the day the Lord has made” which reminds me of all the blessings I have and the words “let us rejoice and be glad in it” naturally come out of my mouth. On the other hand, I’m looking out my window and seeing gray skies, hearing the wind whip, and even the sound of small hail/snow hit my window. I want to rejoice and be glad, but this particular day that the Lord has made isn’t very pretty.
Dear Rose Park,
Location, location, location. We often hear this phrase when it comes to real estate; reminding us of the importance of the location of a home when considering to purchase. However, this dynamic goes far beyond real estate; place plays a particularly important role to our growth and maturation process. Whether it’s your childhood home, your hometown, your high school campus, or even your home church place plays a foundational role as to who we are and who we grow to be.
