A Message from Pastor Mike

Pastor Mike’s September Message

GLOWING PILLARS The sky was just one shade of maroon below pitch black. And as the car careened around a bend, you could feel it cutting through the thick moisture the way a Rubbermaid spatula does through a chunky can of Crisco. The telephone lines chased us alongside like hungry cheetahs. And then there they…

Pastor Mike’s July Message

Preying The stand finally settled in the way the brochure said it would. After taking a few months to cure away its fresh Gander Mountain bargain scent, everything was ready for deer season. Perched high and set within a dense thicket that overlooked a small salt lick clearing named ‘Sister Sarah’, the out-of-town hunter waited…

Pastor Mike’s June Message

From the Pastor’s Pen ‘Owe Nothing, Except…’ We had joined the throng of photo snapping onlookers hanging over the sternum high damp pipe rail looking down. Despite the soot sky that seemed perpetually temperamental just when we decided to walk about, the bears didn’t seem to care. Deep in a cold stone pit that sunk…

Pastor Mike’s May Message

AMPLIFIED The other night, Sophie, our whopping 8-pound ball of fur and cuteness, shook like a leaf in mid-fall as thunder and lightening stood to their feet with applause outside my apartment window. “Dad!!!!” I heard her say in the slight winch of her yearning whine, “Can I come up and sleep with you! I’m…