CHURCH of the NEBULAS SPIRIT
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Sunday, March 21, 2004
Hi! Joe here. Sorry for the delay. Sister sent us this letter to post on Sunday. But it was Mo Tolerance's birthday on Saturday and well you can figure out the rest. Anyway we found the letter this morning stuck to the tire of a wheel barrow that someone was using as a taxi to and from the bathroom.. Hey I gave all the tip money I made to charity. Anyway without any further adieu...
This Week's Sermon: Postcard From The Prodigal Sister
Howdy saints and sinners!
Here I am in Reedley, California. It lies a few miles south of Fresno (the raisin capitol of the world.. or so they say) in the San Joaquin Valley. I don't believe there has been a new structure built in this town since 1945.
I am visiting a Methodist Fellowship Church this Sunday. It is a pitiful little congregation. Not the people themselves but the number of them. It is a congregation of about 20-30 elderly to very elderly worshippers. Still what they lack in numbers they make up for in spirit.
The service is comfortably informal.. with bantering between pulpit and pews. When the father or whatever announced the date and time of next weeks choir practice Mrs. Smith the choir director softly interjected that they had decided to change it to Wednesday at 6pm. The entire servie was conducted much like a meeting really. The reverend or parson or preacher forgot to bring the collection can for that weeks special charities collection and so he used his Duke University baseball cap. He took prayer requests from the pulpit. A prayer for so and so's birthday.. For Joe Blows cataract surgery. "Anyone else?" the man at the pulpit said. "No?"
Then let the prayin commence.
As for the church itself.. well it was Spartan (as all good churches should be). There was no fancy stained glass or statuary But it did have one of the most beautiful quilts that I'd ever seen hanging on the wall near the pew I was sitting in. It wasn't real big. Maybe 4x3 or there abouts. It was a pure white dove presumably in a dark surrounding. But the dove itself was giving off a glow. The effect of course was done with light patches of material working out into darker ones. But the material was a beautiful quality and the work was exquisite. I actually spent most of the service just staring at it.
I won't go into the actual sermon or my thoughts on the pastor or padre or whatever right now. Just haven't the room or the time. But I will get back to it very soon.
I do want to mention that I found the presence of an American Flag near the pulpit to be a bit of a concern. This is a practice that may be done in many American churches.. I'm not to sure.
But I promise you'll never see it at the Third Church!
Hope you're all behaving for Sister AniD2!!
And Sister you are a saint! Thanks for watching over the flock for me. I'll bring ya back a real cool T-shirt or something!
Peace!
Sister Mary Jomama
the word was delivered at:
.........................This Week's Sermon: Postcard From The Prodigal Sister
Howdy saints and sinners!
Here I am in Reedley, California. It lies a few miles south of Fresno (the raisin capitol of the world.. or so they say) in the San Joaquin Valley. I don't believe there has been a new structure built in this town since 1945.
I am visiting a Methodist Fellowship Church this Sunday. It is a pitiful little congregation. Not the people themselves but the number of them. It is a congregation of about 20-30 elderly to very elderly worshippers. Still what they lack in numbers they make up for in spirit.
The service is comfortably informal.. with bantering between pulpit and pews. When the father or whatever announced the date and time of next weeks choir practice Mrs. Smith the choir director softly interjected that they had decided to change it to Wednesday at 6pm. The entire servie was conducted much like a meeting really. The reverend or parson or preacher forgot to bring the collection can for that weeks special charities collection and so he used his Duke University baseball cap. He took prayer requests from the pulpit. A prayer for so and so's birthday.. For Joe Blows cataract surgery. "Anyone else?" the man at the pulpit said. "No?"
Then let the prayin commence.
As for the church itself.. well it was Spartan (as all good churches should be). There was no fancy stained glass or statuary But it did have one of the most beautiful quilts that I'd ever seen hanging on the wall near the pew I was sitting in. It wasn't real big. Maybe 4x3 or there abouts. It was a pure white dove presumably in a dark surrounding. But the dove itself was giving off a glow. The effect of course was done with light patches of material working out into darker ones. But the material was a beautiful quality and the work was exquisite. I actually spent most of the service just staring at it.
I won't go into the actual sermon or my thoughts on the pastor or padre or whatever right now. Just haven't the room or the time. But I will get back to it very soon.
I do want to mention that I found the presence of an American Flag near the pulpit to be a bit of a concern. This is a practice that may be done in many American churches.. I'm not to sure.
But I promise you'll never see it at the Third Church!
Hope you're all behaving for Sister AniD2!!
And Sister you are a saint! Thanks for watching over the flock for me. I'll bring ya back a real cool T-shirt or something!
Peace!
Sister Mary Jomama
the word was delivered at:
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