A Moment To Cherish

There are clergy for whom a good word is never excessive…or hyperbolic. This morning one pastor is my focus. Well, actually one of three foci.

I’ve mentioned Joanne Carlson Brown before. I could tell you about her phD in Church History, I could tell you she teaches at a university in Seattle, I could tell you she and her beloved Christie were married in her Methodist Church [and yes, by their DS!!! ], and I could tell you she’s the pastor at Tibbett’s United Methodist Church in West Seattle.

More, though. I treasure the friendship with Joanne…for her caring spirit for me and my family. For her encouragement to never give in or give up. For the way in which her very life makes it clear that Good Friday never wins. So, a shout-out to Joanne…and next time I’m in Seattle Dr. Brown, lunch it is.

A second foci is this hand bell offering from the Hand Bell Choir at Tibbett’s. So clear and gracious…and inspirational. Certainly there have to be thousands of versions of “Amazing Grace,” but for whatever reason, this one needs to be saved. That’s my commendation, with no hesitance.

But the third foci…the woman sitting in the front pew got my attention. I do not know her name. I’m assuming she’s got her hand to her ear to hold the hearing device the church provides during worship and not to tune out worship or the special music, I’m assuming she’s sitting in the front row—not because she came in late—but because she wants to make sure she doesn’t miss anything. And that pew is “her pew.”

What strikes me…she’s wearing black. But not totally. In the centering of her coat there’s a white cloth—maybe a sweater or scarf or part of her jacket. THAT’S what she grasps…the white and not the black.

So inspirational.

So, Joanne? Thanks be to God for you. Go Joanne! And know. You are valued…as is your Tibbett’s Hand Bell Choir…and the lady who sits in the front pew…to make sure nothing is missed in worship—either to her eyes…or her ears…or her heart and soul. Yes!

Sit and listen…and make this three minutes plus a most valuable time of focus and inspiration:

About Mark H Miller

Diane and I live in Leander, Texas. This past June 17, 2015 I celebrated the 49th anniversary of my ordination. We returned to Texas after three years in Washington, during which I served as interim minister in Bellevue/Eastgate and Mercer Island. Am planning to begin a 5th novel that will have my protagonist, Tricia Gleason, serve a year in licensed ministry in Snoqualmie, Washington. The novel, "The Lemon Drop Didn't Melt," will find Tricia wrestling with ministry challenges. None of which more daunting than someone wanting her breathing to stop. All the published novels are available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle under Mark Henry Miller. A primary goal in our return to Texas is to make sure grandchildren get lots of attention--here and in Chicago and Washington, D.C. Traveling is definitely an activity that will not slow down. With that, of course, fishing will happen. To that the t-shirt is apt, "I fish; therefore I am." In addition to novels, the book of Blogs, "Voice Of My Heart," is also available on Amazon.
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One Response to A Moment To Cherish

  1. Marc Parce says:

    Pastor Mark:

    I was having a very challenging day. Then I read you blog and instead of a Good Friday type of day, Easter changed me!

    Thank you for being there and in our lives when Hanna(mom) died! Your presence was a blessing to our family!


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