|Posted by Pastor Linda McCollough on June 21, 2022 at 5:00 PM|
The park was filled with people, kids running and playing. Loud speakers saying words and invitations.
Tents around the edge of our park, orgs and history banners to help us understand more.
The roots of Red Wing, washing over the liberation, freedoms juxtaposed to limitations and frayings.
History, herstory. What was your experience? Did you pass along the stories from the generation prior?
How now shall we live?
A day of heat, spilling the summer air as we walked through the park, walked through the cars lining the streets of downtown.
Gathering. Listening. Eating. Dancing. Sitting. Staying. Watching. Glancing. Talking.
Father's Day Car Show 2022
|Posted by Pastor Linda McCollough on December 7, 2021 at 9:10 PM|
Voids in the Pews
When the pandemic numbers rose in March of 2020, our worlds changed. The times of worship, public life, and socializing, shopping, it all changed. slowly sliding into new normals. There was a Sunday in the spring of 2020 when I was leading The Lord's Prayer during worship online, no one in the sanctuary but my memories of who sits where and their voices in mind's eye. I stopped praying and began listening to the memories resting in my mind of them praying it in unison, remembering. . .
Now, in the role of pastoring when we see spots in the sanctuary, people in their regular "pew" missing sometimes from those seats, it makes me pause in the void.
God's beloved. Shepherding.