Volume 46 | November 8, 2020 |
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Greetings!
We hope this week's Evotional brings you all the news, information and insight you've been wanting. Please feel free to comment on or share your weekly message with friends, family and co-workers.
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Sunday, November 15, 2020
Rev. Dr. Mark McDonough
Please join us for our virtual service at 9:30 a.m.
To watch this service anytime, click here.
And click here, to download the bulletin for this service.
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If you have anyone to add to or remove from our prayer list, let Shelley know.
- Please pray for John Reitsma, Mary Eastman, Sandra Hopkins, Marilyn MacCaughey, Mary Lou Schuler, Evelyn Vanderheyden, Bill Blandford, Kay Mahl, Mary Ralston, Louise Shapley, Don & Nancy Tobias, Marlene Wilson, Mary Jane Johnston, Larry & Ellen Cardwell.
- Prayers for Aleida and Rudi Humpf—sister & brother-in-law of Peggy Taylor, Mary—sister of Carrie Massey, Betty—grandmother of Jenny Humphrey & Jessica Smith, Charlie—niece of Carrie Massey & Kathi Wilson, Gillian and Ben—friends and former pastors of First Presbyterian.
- Continued prayers for those serving—Col. Jay Brooke, Evan Humphreys, Mary Workman, Chad Lawrence, Jared Smith, Jordan Smith.
- Thoughts, prayers and love for all those who have lost loved ones. May they know some peace and comfort.
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Continued prayers for all students, parents, teachers and staff.
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Pause, Breathe, Reflect.... |
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Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
Philippians 4:6-7
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The self you leave behind
is only a skin you have outgrown.
Don’t grieve for it.
Look to the wet, raw, unfinished
self, the one you are becoming.
The world, too, sheds its skin:
politicians, cataclysms, ordinary days.
It’s easy to lose this tenderly
unfolding moment. Look for it
as if it were the first green blade
after a long winter. Listen for it
as if it were the first clear tone
in a place where dawn is heralded by bells.
And if all that fails,
wash your own dishes.
Rinse them.
Stand in your kitchen at your sink.
Let cold water run between your fingers.
Feel it.
To listen to the poem, click on its title.
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What do we need?
Mac & Cheese!!
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For direct access, please click on the appropriate title below:
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Do you have ...
- Change of address?
- New email account?
- Different phone number?
In the last week, SIX envelopes have been returned to the church due to address changes. And Pr. Mark has been reaching out to chat via the phone. However, several of you have disconnected or new numbers.
So, please remember to share any changes in your status with us, as we want to stay connected with our church family!
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In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
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