A Message from Pastor Mike

Pastor’s Letter October-November

‘The Reason’ As a budding boy brimming with curious questions about anything and everything, the world and all its wonder was cresting the horizon of my comprehension – and driving my parents insane. Unfortunately for them, they were not the font of all knowledge. But when these prepubescent quandaries turned to Jesus, my father was…

Pastor’s Letter August-September

‘Rookie Mistakes’ The ball was laying 2, putting for birdie on a green that looked more like a fresh steamed 1960’s hippie carpet than a piece of grass. The professional golfer, Phil Mickelson, approached his final shot with hat high in hand, waving to the crowd like the queen of England. At the time he…

Pastor’s Letter-June-July

‘Renewal’ We are a people and tradition that are not nearly as popular and mainstream as we used to be. For 1700 years the Church of Jesus Christ held an unparalleled place of prominence and power in Western society and indeed across the globe. But something happened that we did not expect. A tipping point.…

Pastor’s Letter April-May

‘Amateur Hour’ He had no income, student loans out his ears, and plans to get married. So the prospect of having a bachelor party lent itself to a rather mischievous kind of creativity. Luckily for Adam, some of the country’s premier rock-climbing was within a two hours’ drive. So after rallying some likeminded friends, three…

Pastor’s Letter Feb-Mar

THE MARK Whether by chance or the conspicuous pluck of her own ingenuity, Jenna’s inbox dinged with delight as her college acceptance letter arrived. It was the culmination of years of half-hearted focus on her studies. Jenna was one of those kids that didn’t have to try very hard in school. So she didn’t. In…

Pastor’s message November-December

Benching The air was thick with the sweet cool decay of fire bright leaves dangled and fallen on the mushy forest floor. As the path snaked narrowly through a thicket of depleted underbrush, I couldn’t help but stop and turn towards the amber yellow sun as it gifted a warmth that felt like a baby…

Pastor Mike’s October Message

THE ART OF CHUCKING TIME On Saturday mornings he would sleep in until the sun kissed his face just enough. He wouldn’t shower because what was the need? He didn’t need the hot water to rouse. Chris wanted the baby blanket of ‘just awake’ to remain soft on his skin as long as it could.…

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…