Greetings!
Advent season is here! The first week of Advent begins on Sunday, November 29, 2020. As we move into this special season, we begin a new series as well... Light vs. Darkness. In this week's sermon, I refer to a poem by Emily Dickinson, We Grow Accustomed to the Dark. The text of that poem is below.
Remember, both of our services are at Light on the Hill at Mt. Wesley (610 Methodist Encampment). The 9:00 AM service will be at the Worship Center and the 10:30 AM service will be at the Nutrition Center. This will be the schedule for the rest of 2020. We plan on moving back to our campus and meeting in our sanctuary at the beginning of 2021.
As you are probably aware, Covid - 19 infections are rapidly increasing. Please help us continue to provide a safe and welcoming atmosphere in our services. Masks and appropriate social distancing are still the best way we have to ensure everyone's safety. We are able to be more lenient with this policy while we are outside at Mt. Wesley, but we will continue to be diligent about these practices while indoors. While many have differing opinions about masks, we ask that you show grace, patience, and love with others. Ultimately, we want to be able to continue to move forward with our "reopening" and don't want to go backwards.
Remember, worship is going to look quite different for a while. If you are sick, uncomfortable with crowds, or have health concerns that make you vulnerable, please stay home and enjoy our digital worship.
God is great! Have a great week! Be safe! Make a difference!
Blessings!
David E. Payne
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We grow accustomed to the Dark - Emily Dickinson
We grow accustomed to the Dark -
When Light is put away -
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Good bye -
A Moment - We Uncertain step
For newness of the night -
Then - fit our Vision to the Dark -
And meet the Road - erect -
And so of larger - Darknesses -
Those Evenings of the Brain -
When not a Moon disclose a sign -
Or Star - come out - within -
The Bravest - grope a little -
And sometimes hit a Tree
Directly in the Forehead -
But as they learn to see -
Either the Darkness alters -
Or something in the sight
Adjusts itself to Midnight -
And Life steps almost straight.
