Dear Rose Park,
Henri Nouwen was a Dutch priest, professor, writer, and theologian. He was a leading voice when it came to pastoral care and what eventually became known as spiritual direction and counseling. I’ve deeply enjoyed his writings and his tremendous care for God’s Word. Recently, I’ve been thinking a lot about Nouwen’s deep belief that every minister should have two ministries: the ministry of presence and the ministry of absence.
Dear Rose Park,
Last Saturday, Sam and Winn went to a baby shower for my cousin Maggie in Richland, MI leaving me and Simon to hang out for most of the day. After Simon’s soccer game, he and I went out to lunch. Simon wanted to go to Burger King (not my ideal choice, but I let him choose anyways). Once we arrived home and cleaned out the car, Simon got a big smile on his face and said to me, “let’s play catch.”
Dear Rose Park,
Last week Wednesday I went to visit Jack and Carlene Hartman for coffee. It was so good to see them and catch up; I passed along your prayers and well-wishes. I know Carlene appreciates your thoughtfulness very much. As I was leaving, I noticed an award on Jack’s bookshelf. I inquired about the award and Jack, in a very humble tone, said he was given the award for the being the oldest beekeeper in the state of Michigan. After congratulating him, he offered me a jar of honey for my walk back to church.
Dear Rose Park,
A few days ago, I was pulling weeds in my driveway. I know that sounds odd, but there are weeds creeping up through the cracks in my driveway and it is driving me nuts. At some point, I’m almost impressed with their ability to survive but I think I’d be more impressed if they survived in someone else’s driveway. As I was pulling these weeds, I was reminded of one of my favorite bible stories.
Dear Rose Park,
One of my seminary professors would always tell this story. He served as a pastor in Mississippi and when someone of the community would ask where is your church? he’d answer by saying: Well, Mr. Smith works as a mechanic around the corner, Miss Suzie is a local school teacher, and the Robinson family is just across the street. My professor knew that the question where is your church? typically referred to a building, but he took every chance he could to remind his community that the church is a people and not merely a brick-and-mortar location
Dear Rose Park,
I like balance. For example, I love the beauty of traditions but I also don’t like to be boxed in. On the other side, I love the freshness of a new idea, but I also don’t like to reinvent something every five-minutes. So, when something old and something new can complement each other and work together in perfect balance, this pastor’s heart is deeply warmed.
Dear Rose Park,
One of my favorite movies is Sister Act. Maybe it’s because of the music or maybe it’s because I can remember watching it with my mom as a kid. It’s the story of a lounge singer, Deloris (Whoopi Goldberg), heading into witness protection under the guise of a nun in California. Deloris then becomes Sister Mary Clarence and is assigned to the convent’s choir where she ruffles feathers, inspires the women, and unintentionally reminds a community of the joy of worship.
Rose Park Church,
Be honest, when is the last time you sat down to read the bible? When was the last time you studied the Bible with a commentary, a podcast, or another supportive text? When was the last time you read through the life of Jesus to know the story of our Savior? Regardless of how you answered those questions, reading the bible can be an intimidating feat. We might not know where to start or we might not fully understand the context of what we are reading. If that’s the case, I’d like to extend an invitation.
Dear Rose Park,
I’m guessing, more often than not, when we think of prayer we think of public prayer during communal worship. We think of our prayer of confession or the Lord’s prayer. If we think of prayer from an individual standpoint, I imagine we think of prayers before meals or before bed. Yesterday, I read an interesting article from Faithward all about centering prayer.
Dear Rose Park,
There’s something beautiful about riding a bicycle. I can remember learning how to ride a two-wheel bike at Lakeview Park on the south side of town with the help of my two brothers. I can remember the liberating feeling that came with the skill knowing that I had the ability to go wherever I wanted (within in reason). I can remember the joy of riding around the neighborhood with childhood friends. At the same time, within the beauty of riding a bicycle there’s also an inherit danger.
