Sunday, February 18, 2018

  Pat Bunyea and Sue Eversole today shared a story which Pat had previously written during our "Time for Children" at St. John's, Bridgewater.  In short, it was about giving and receiving a cherished blanket and being "wrapped" in Love.
  At the end of the time together, they distributed little packages with "Hershey Kisses" and then shared an encouragement to share some with people whom the children love.
  During Holy Communion distribution, Pat's Great Granddaughter, Sarah, handed me her candy morsel, still wrapped, and I placed it among the Communion Host on the Paten.  I gazed upon this offering there among the mystery moments of the Eucharist.
  And it was then that I hoped I will long remember a young woman's fitting response to the Salvific LOVE of the Savior revealed in Worship.

Saturday, February 17, 2018

So...

  I have prayed and agonized about all the various conflicted, acrimonious, and often contradictory positions with regard to the violence, seemingly unique, to the United States.

  As I have prayerfully reflected, considering all the unspeakable heartache and loss in recent years, I'm persuaded that we must be in a position to pray for and to call for renewal and revival.  Seeking the Triune God for Direction may be the key to restoration, genuinely helping the hurting, and finding authentic peace...

Heartbroken but Hopeful,
+DM

Thursday, February 15, 2018

  Around this time of year, I remember my Dad and I walking to the pharmacy in New Rochelle.
It was just he and I when I was in the third grade.
  As the trips continued, his levity transformed from talk about cotton buds falling from a snowful sky to just getting through...
  Dad eventually was hospitalized close by Columbia University, NYC, where he was doing a Masters Program in music while teaching at Isaac Young Jr. High across from our apartment.
  I think of that special time spawned of peril to Dad's health when the cotton buds fall from the sky.

Friday, February 9, 2018

February Snow

So...
  For years now I have hated snow. 
  I vaguely remember the joys of childhood snows when I catch a glimpse of children at play - like today.
  But for the most part, it just complicates the "adult" work I do...
  And then it has to be said that snow (the other four letter word) provides opportunity to be involved in the lives of others.
  I learned years ago that as a pastor one never wants to sound heroic, and I have striven to keep that as guidance.
  So today I will simply write that God nudged me to reach out twice this evening...
  May tomorrow bring us each a brighter, more warmer day...


Saturday, February 4, 2017

Dear Friends,
     Based on a Reading from Matthew 5, I was encouraged from a post I revisited that was written six years ago.  The writer encouraged readers to establish a "Salt & Light Blog."
     This is a good platform for launching such. For the time being, you may respond to this invitational posting by simply sharing a time you have noticed someone serving as hospitable salt or illuminating light for another...
     Better yet, when have you served as such? - by taking seriously what Jesus has said about Followers:  "You are salt of the earth... (and)...You are the light that gives light..."
     Please bless others by sharing your experiences of the Profound Touch of God in these challenging times...
+Drex

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Independence Day and the Most Profound Joys...

So for those of you who hung in there with me until I could get back to this endeavor, here's my reflection written mostly in my head from yesterday, Independence Day, 2016.

We left downtown Washington D.C. for some unknown reason and as day ebbed into night, my Mother read a kid's book about packing for travel which contained the line, "Oops, I almost forgot my toothbrush; I can tuck it right inside..."

I was probably six years old.  Sometime during the night as we traveled to "Sugar" (Grandmother's) house in Southern Virginia, the generator went out, and our car ground to a halt in front of the old Country Store with a screen door and a proprietor preparing to close.  The "Rainbow Bread" blond little girl smiled at me from the ad on the door, and I knew that at some level everything would be OK.  My Dad persuaded the guy who was closing his store to let him make a phone call.  "Reverse the charges," no doubt.  And in the darkness of the night, my Uncle Bill would begin to make his way toward us to haul us to Grandmother's...

Fast forward a few days to Independence Day.  Before and after that particular year, we would all plop down on a hill in Arlington, Virginia, and watch as best we could the fireworks trying to climb their way above the Washington Monument from the Mall below.  The parents did this to avoid traffic jams, which were mild then in the late 1950's when measured by today's standards...

At "Sugar's" house, things were simpler.  In the dark of night on her rural hill, we played with sparkler's that were twice the length of modern versions and lasted seemingly forever.  There was never a worry then about precaution, and we fearlessly threw 'em up into the shadows of the night like fiery swords...

"Sugar" and Granddad had vocabulary unique to their home place.  Skunks were "polecats," and fireflies were "lightening bugs," and will always remain so with me...  Which brings me to the most profound joy.  On Independence Days in the intervening years, forget fireworks...  Give me acres of Lightening Bugs, like those on the field-carpets - undulating pinpoint lights I saw on Monday evening a week ago just past dusk along Austin Road in Saline Township.

Last evening, while people played with a myriad of explosives, I quietly sat and watched pinpoints of light rise with the sweet warmth of the evaporating light and wander-wave toward the heavens.  I watched them with wonder from the very porch from which children and the occasional grandchild would chase their ancestors with jars and high hopes of catching a few.  I found the most profound joy in simply remembering all of the above in a rush of minutes punctuated by the most wondrous sight of wandering pinpoints of flame, the the Creator's best display on this particular Independence Day.


If one looks closely above...   ;)

Tuesday, April 26, 2016



My son, Joseph, would allow only one handshake photo...
A "GradShake" photo!  We're proud of his hard work...