One of the greatest honors anyone can receive is the privilege of being allowed to look through someone’s Bible. It is truly amazing what one can discover.

Over the years, a well used Bible will act as a Spiritual record of our journey in life with Christ. This past week a member of our congregation shared a poem that she found in her Bible. I want to share this poem with you. While it was written several years ago, its message and meaning is such that it could have been written yesterday. It is a parody of Joyce Kilmer’s poem about a tree, and I thought this poem was especially lovely.

The Perfect Church

I think that I shall never see
A church that’s all it ought to be;
A church whose members never stray
Beyond the straight and narrow way;
A church that has no empty pews
Whose pastor never sings the blues;
A church whose stewards never stew
And ideas aren’t killed
just because they’re new;
Where gossips never peddle lies,
Or make complaints or criticize;
Where all are always sweet and kind,
And all to others faults are blind.
Such perfect churches there may be,
But none of them is known to me.
But still I’ll work and pray and plan
To make our own the best I can.

- Unknown -

You are a wonderful congregation, and I thank God that He has allowed me to serve you as your Pastor. I think that we all sense the wind of the Spirit especially strong these days. This is an exciting time.

PJ