By Cindy Koch –
Once upon a time, I ate pizza and enjoyed every bite of it. My favorite part, of course, is the crust. Hot, buttery, perfectly tender, melt in your mouth pizza crust. The layers of cheese and sauce and amazingly endless toppings were a world of flavor on a soft bed of
By Joel Hess –
In 2007, the great crystal ball that was dropped in Times Square was called the “Star of Hope.” It was comprised of a bunch of triangles with different hope themes such as “hope for peace” etc.
Probably an appropriate title, right?
By Paul Koch – No matter how progressive or cutting edge people may be, I have yet to […]
By Graham Glover – Last week I went to Indiana to preside at the funeral of my great-uncle. […]
By Joel Hess – The house was decorated for Christmas. Santa Claus figurines, branches of evergreen, and ceramic […]
By Joel Hess – In 1846, a group of Americans decided to pursue the American dream. They set out […]
By Joel Hess – Summer is flying by. It gets worse each year as we get older, doesn’t it? Time […]
By Paul Koch – So today is Mother’s Day; a day of flowers and “Thank You” cards and […]
By Graham Glover – My daughter turned 10 today. Like all parents, I will never forget the day […]
By Joel Hess – This past week I led a funeral service for a 98 year old World […]
By Paul Koch – Everyone ought to know a few Latin phrases. Just have them stowed away in […]
By Scott Keith – “For the wages of sin is death…” I have been avoiding writing on this […]
By Paul Koch – One the troubling things I have faced as a pastor is when a parishioner […]
By Joel Hess – “One mornin’ Tim was feelin’ full, His head was heavy which made him shake; […]
By Joel Hess – The death of Robin Williams certainly deserves the adjectives of sad and sorrowful. However […]
By Ross Engel – This past week I attended the funeral service of a brother pastor. This man […]
“The most contrary of experiences in prayer is to learn to defy one’s own death. Death, like sin, […]
By Joel Hess – They found him there Upon the shore Upon his back Next to some fishbones […]
I hate the way our world speaks about death. Even when you are standing right there in the […]
