Our Wandering Wise Men – December 9
THAT PASSES ALL UNDERSTANDING While traveling through the church, Caspar, Melchior and Balthazar found a prayer cloth that had been made by the CUMC members, lovingly knit and prayed through
Continue readingTHAT PASSES ALL UNDERSTANDING While traveling through the church, Caspar, Melchior and Balthazar found a prayer cloth that had been made by the CUMC members, lovingly knit and prayed through
Continue readingS’MYRRHS Caspar, Melchior and Balthazar were still feeling awful about having gone to Herod, but the Bonfires and Carols event definitely gave them more peace in their hearts. They sang
Continue readingPEACEABLE KINGDOM Caspar, Melchior and Balthazar were having trouble finding the Christ child, so they decided the best strategy would be to reverse engineer some bible prophecy. “When the peaceable
Continue readingPREPPER-ATION, OR A THIEF IN THE NIGHT Caspar, Melchior, and Balthazar knew that Advent was about Christ’s coming in many ways: in a manger at Bethlehem, into the human heart
Continue readingOur Wandering Wise Men - December 5 THAT OTHER THING WITH FEATHERS Caspar, Melchior and Balthazar happened upon some ladies at “tea.” (Literally and figuratively) Whatever the women were whispering
Continue readingOn November 23, we gathered and transformed our church for the Advent season. It was beautiful to see so many hands and hearts come together to prepare our worship spaces.
Continue readingOur Wandering Wise Men - December 4 OLD MAN, OR THE LAST GIFT GIVEN TO MEN Caspar, Melchior and Balthazar were not interested in looking for Christ in the defeats,
Continue readingWEDNESDAYS WITH WESLEY Caspar, Melchior, and Balthazar were feeling pretty foolish for being naive about Herod. Then they happened upon John Wesley himself, who said rather wistfully “The Germans,” which
Continue readingA STAR Almost as soon as they quit following foolish shepherds who lost their sheep, Caspar, Melchior and Balthazar saw a great light -as the prophets promised a people living
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