Love Letter To Hickory Bend

I miss you.  I miss my church family.  I miss Sunday School, Vacation Bible School, cleaning the bathrooms, and even the rowdy UMYF.  I miss you.

I didn’t quite realize when I suddenly accepted a job in East Tennessee how rarely I would be home or how much I would miss being with you. How often have we sung John Fawcett’s great hymn, “Blest Be the Tie that Binds?”
When we asunder part,
It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be joined in heart,
And hope to meet again.

Eleven Reasons to Seek the Beloved Community

Do people ask you why you have stayed at your church?  I have fumbled through this answer before, but I’ve never told the whole story. I’ve talked about the love and emotional strength I borrowed from all of you during my divorce.  I’ve described the long, unwavering, practical support you brought when I broke my ankle. I’ve reflected on the long hard slog of my dissertation and the encouragement I received when things were not going well. You put up with a lot of whining over that one. Continue reading