GIVE! And it will be given...

So I have this friend named Sherry. She comes up with some really good, service related ideas. This is her latest:

Many families in the Gila Valley are unable to afford cold-weather apparel for their children or even themselves. With so many people struggling financially, your donations mean more this year than ever. The Gila Valley Ministerial Association invites you to join us as we respond to this need during the month of November with a Gila Valley…

      COAT DRIVE !!

We hope to collect 100 new or gently used coats suitable for infants – adults.

Bring your coats to Sherry Brady’s office at the First United Methodist Church located at 1020 S 10^th Avenue anytime from now until noon on November 16^th. (The office is located on the west side of the Fellowship Hall across from My Neighbor’s Garden.)

The coats will be handed out on Friday, November 16^th between the hours of 5:00 – 8:00 p.m. in the Fellowship Hall at First United Methodist Church.

Blessing to all of you living on the east coast! My prayers and thoughts are most certainly with you.

~Tamara

Silent Sunday

Notes from last Sunday's sermon. Thank you Pastor Bob!

Silent Sunday

Tears may flow in the night,

but joy comes in the morning.

Breaking the Silence

Poetry has always spoken to my heart, to my spirit. I imagine that is why I often turn to the Psalms for consolation.

The poem I have selected to share was written by an inmate in the Arizona Department of Corrections. He probably writes about the drug scene better than anyone I have ever read. He doesn't romanticize it, but spills it in words that wrench your gut and bring you to your knees. 

When released from prison, Aberg moved out of state and continued to write. Eventually he died from hepatitis - this a result of the life style he lived.

I would read this poem in the prison library to the inmate patrons. You could hear an audible in-take of air at the very end of the reading. Then the room filled with silence... reflective silence.

Our own son was sentenced to prison (again) this week. He will be serving 2.5 years, with credit for time served. 

We wish him well. This is his second time in prison. It grieves his father and I so. We will continue to pray for him. We will no longer enable him. He will receive no money from us, nor will we visit him. We told him this after the last sentence was served and he returned home. This sounds very cold to some of you, I'm sure. But this is necessary. For him. For us.

I leave you with this:

DEVOTIONS

William Aberg

It’s too easy

to describe: the match flame

charring the spoon, the blown veins,

the ravenous ghost who throws stolen

gold and gems into a lake

of pain that ripples

out in circles to everything

it loves. I remember

now, in April, the old chapel

on a hill of mountain laurel, windy

maple and oak, grass

speckled white with dogwood blossom—

There in the flickering red

                                  

scent of the votive cups,

my mother genuflects and turns to kneel

under the feet of the Virgin, slips

some coins in a box, and prays,

lighting a wick in my name, that I might find

healing, keep healthy, have enough

to eat. That I know how much

she loves me. But that I never come home again.
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Broken Hallelujah