Let’s invite everyone— EVERYONE—to join us at Deep Creek on Sunday, August 17, from 4:00 to 8:00 p.m. for a wonderful time of friendship and feasting (covered dish). This is a terrific way to introduce people to our congregation. We will restart our WEEKLY meals on Wednesday, September 3 (which is the Wednesday following Labor Day).
Mission Moment 8.6.25
Alice Tremaine
Chaplain and Advance Care Planning Coordinator, Baptist Health, Kentucky and Indiana
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. –Psalm 23:4-5a
I’ve always been struck by the contrasts depicted in the 23rd Psalm: A prepared table and an overflowing cup, in the presence of danger, or enemies. Who has the gumption to enjoy an extravagant meal while staring at one’s mortal enemy?
There’s nothing I enjoy more than sitting at a table and sharing a meal with dear friends. I love a beautifully decorated table, generous portions of food and the merry sound of laughter among friends. It is this kind of table that I imagine when I read this psalm—an abundantly and artfully prepared table, situated among friends whose hearts overflow with joy, just as their cups overflow.
Yet, in that same image, I am suddenly aware that a threat looms just across the table, in the figure of a present enemy. Surprisingly, the party doesn’t stop. The guests feel the tension, the juxtaposition between joy and fear, celebration and the threat of loss, and continue to allow their cups to be filled.
Like the psalmist, I am all too aware that life is full of contradictions and unpredictable changes. One moment, we are lying down in green pastures and resting beside quiet waters, and the next moment, we are walking through the valley of the shadow of death. In both my ministerial calling as a chaplain and in my personal life, I have experienced the complex truth that life can be beautiful, rich, exhilarating and also extremely painful, sometimes all at once.
When my father was diagnosed with ALS, a terminal illness, many years ago, I felt that all the easiness and joy I had experienced in life were over. Life as I knew it would never be the same. All the color had drained from my life; from then on, my life would be forever divided between before and after the diagnosis, and the associated losses that would follow.
I was surprised to find that, eventually, my heart was still able to hold both joy and pain, sometimes at the same time. While my life has indeed changed, it is not without color.
What saved my life then and is saving my life now is the community around the table—filling each other’s cups, passing the bread around, allowing conversation and laughter to flow easily, all while having the courage to look fear in the face together.
The table is always set before us, lavishly prepared by God, even in the presence of danger or loss. May we dare to enter into community, experiencing the fullness of God’s goodness and mercy our whole lives long.
Pray, Practice, Ponder
This week, consider gathering with friends or family around the table, sharing one another’s stories of pain and loss, and “filling each other’s cups”—both physically and spiritually.
Pray. . .Give. . .Go.
First Explorers After School
1st Explorers Summer Camp Last Day 2025!
Summer Picnic
Let’s invite everyone— EVERYONE—to join us at Deep Creek on Sunday, August 17, from 4:00 to 8:00 p.m. for a wonderful time of friendship and feasting (covered dish). This is a terrific way to introduce people to our congregation. We will restart our WEEKLY meals on Wednesday, September 3 (which is the Wednesday following Labor Day).
Giving the Jesus Way
United Christian Ministries is in need of cereal.
To donate items, please drop them off at UCM’s building at 191 Skyland Drive. Thank you!
Mission Moment 7.30.25
Tina Boyles Bailey
CBF Field Personnel, Graz, Austria
Love Unleashed
Love… Freed.
Boundaries… Broken,
Bridges… Crossed;
Walls… Crumble.
Grace lives in these places,
allowing us to love
beyond what we thought was possible;
allowing us to also be loved by others.
Risking
Daring
Embracing.
The radical truth of boundless love
modeled and embodied by Jesus.
“God in and with us.”
May I always remember this…
Love freely and boldly
for when the source
love
is flowing,
it never dries up.
Oh, God, even in the darkest of days
help me to love as you do.
– Boundless Love, by Rev Dr. Tina Kay Boyles Bailey
What is saving my life right now? Leaning into love, taking time to be truly present in the spaces I am in. It is so easy to disconnect or lose focus on what is around us and to stop seeing when life becomes overwhelming or is not going along in an expected plan. And when I take time to breathe deeply in both the highs and lows of my day, to take a walk, to look up, to just sit alone or to be in conversation with another person without a plan or agenda or in being truly being present, leaning in. Love just gets unleashed in my soul. It was from one of those times that I wrote the poem above.
Pray, Practice, Ponder?
Take a few moments to take some deep peaceful breaths and think through your day, reflecting on the highs and lows. Then imagine bringing them together as you hold them in your hands. And when you are ready take another deep breath, as you exhale, imagine letting those moments go with boundless love making space for what comes next. This is from a spiritual practice called the examen.
1st Explorers Summer Camp Update
Mission Moment 7.23.25
Brittany Caldwell, RN
Minister, Natchez, Miss.
I love to tell the story
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory,
Of Jesus and His love.
I love to tell the story,
Because I know ’tis true;
It satisfies my longings
As nothing else can do.
I love to tell the story,
’Twill be my theme in glory
To tell the old, old story
of Jesus and His love.
—Katherine Hankey, I Love to Tell the Story
I love antiquing. Whether you call it antiquing, thrifting, shopping consignment or my favorite word for this hobby—junkin’—it gives me life. The junkier the store, the better, because I feel like I’m on a treasure hunt as I dig through bins of random odds and ends, work my way through hangers of children’s clothing or lay out a tablecloth on the floor to see what condition it’s in. Whether I actually leave the store with a single purchase or not doesn’t matter; it is the opportunity to peruse these items—each one unique and each one with a story to tell—that saves my life on the days when my own story feels like it’s going nowhere.
My most recent purchase was for a wedding shower I was hosting. I went to my favorite “vintage market” (i.e. junk store) in search of a recipe box. I found an old, ornately carved, wooden box buried under layers of placemats in a China cabinet. When I opened the box, there were a few things inside: a button in the shape of a bee, a lock that clearly had been used to lock the box once upon a time and a card that said, “Happy anniversary to the one who completes me. Love, Joe. June 10, 1942.” There were also several pieces of torn paper which, when I pieced them back together, said “Happy Easter to my beautiful and sweet wife. I love you. Love, Joe.”
I asked the owner of this particular booth about the box and she said that she had found it at an estate sale and just couldn’t bring herself to dump out the contents. They seemed meaningful, and it felt wrong to part them from the box. When I got home, I painstakingly glued the bee and the lock inside the box, then “mod-podged” the two notes to the lid. It felt like a sacred act. This was someone’s story, someone’s love story, and it was about to be part of a new love story of a couple for whom I cared a great deal. The next day, when I gifted it to the happy couple, the bride cried, telling me that the couple’s one-year anniversary would fall on next Easter. She felt blessed to be a part of the continuation of this story. (Try to buy that at Target!)
Perhaps my penchant for old things with stories comes from my love of the “old, old story, of how a Savior came from glory, how he sought me, and bought me, with his redeeming blood.” In Luke 1, the author writes: “Many have undertaken to draw up an account of the things that have been fulfilled among us, just as they were handed down to us by those who from the first were eyewitnesses and servants of the word. With this in mind, since I myself have carefully investigated everything from the beginning, I too decided to write an orderly account for you, most excellent Theophilus, so that you may know the certainty of the things you have been taught.”
The Gospel is the greatest story ever told, relayed to us over the course of two millennia by the gospel authors and by a whole community of believers who continued to tell the story to one another. And the story is not yet done; we get to be part of the continuation of that story, a story of love and sacrifice, the conquering of sin and death and of resurrection and hope and new life. It is our sacred calling to learn the story and to preach that story in word and in deed.
May we take the time to painstakingly preserve our story, so that it might continue to be told again and again, generation after generation.
Pray, Practice, Ponder
Today, ponder how you preserve your story. Do you write or journal? Do you remember important people and moments in photographs sprinkled around your home? Do you collect trinkets or other items of personal or sentimental value? Consider how you claim and celebrate your story and reflect on how your story intertwines with God’s story of the healing of the world.
Giving the Jesus Way
United Christian Ministries is in need of spaghetti sauce and pasta.
To donate items, please drop them off at UCM’s building at 191 Skyland Drive. Thank you!