by Chris Nickels, Pastor of Spring Mount Mennonite Church (Originally posted at MennoniteRoad.com; reposted with permission) Each year my congregation (along with a number of local churches and non-profit organizations) […]
An Advent monologue written for use in worship at Methacton Mennonite Church by Marty Kolb-Wykoff. Members of the congregation have been taking turns sharing their “God-moments” during Sunday worship. This […]
Amidst the cold and broken hallelujahs of this advent season comes my six-year-old with a painting she made.
The Spanish words meaning “to wait” (esperar) and “hope” (esperanza) suggest that there’s a ready connection between the two. We wait for something that we expect to happen. We don’t wait for things that we don’t anticipate will actually occur.
In an instant, my resin flocked Koala bear figurine was transformed; accidently knocked off my dresser and crushed beneath my cousin’s feet while we played.
Tearfully, I scooped up the pieces and brought them to my Pop Pop. He gave me a hug.
As a parent, I often impatiently wait for the next stage in my children’s lives. As in, I can’t wait until they are peeing in a potty rather than on the carpet or I can’t wait until they move beyond the thrashing-on-the-floor-tantrum stage! In other words, I can’t wait until they grow up. Parents of older children tell me to cherish every stage. I sometimes wonder if their memories are faulty!