This ain't just any ol' guitar; it helped shape who I am. “Rosewood, very elaborate inlayings around sound hole, top elegantly inlaid around the edges, two Celluloid inlaid stripes in sides, beautifully inlaid stripes around the back and through the center, edges all Celluloid bound. Oval Ebony fingerboard bound and richly inlaid with pearl; in … Continue reading Grand-daddy Morton’s Guitar →

This is Grace. Grace was made in Germany over 100 years ago. She was my Aunt Blanche's childhhood doll and she was one of only a couple of toys that Aunt Blanche saved. She gave her to me decades ago because she knew I loved dolls. I still have part of my doll collection on … Continue reading Redeeming Grace →

(I shared these thought for the Lord's Supper with my congregation on March 29. Of course, it was presented before an empty room and videotaped for our online service.) While Jesus was in one of the towns, a man came along who was covered with leprosy. When he saw Jesus, he fell with his face … Continue reading Social and Spiritual Distancing →

I’m having an identity crisis!  I’m not who I thought I was.  I’m not who anybody thinks I am!  Let me explain. I was born as Susan Dianne Enyeart.  But I have used my middle name my whole life.  So to make things easier, when I got married I went to the Social Security office … Continue reading Desperately Avoiding Susan →

Everybody's been there. You have a problem and it looks like there is no good way to solve it. You have options, but no matter which one you choose, the outcome is not what you desire. In spite of your best efforts, somebody's going to get hurt, there still won't be enough money, you'll run … Continue reading Between the rock and a hard place →

Dianne and I paid a visit to the Camp Curtin Memorial Mitchell Methodist Church in Harrisburg, PA on a sunny Friday afternoon, May 31, 2019.  The reason for the visit, and the inspiration for the name of the church, was because this was the site of Camp Curtin.  Camp Curtin was established in 1861 as … Continue reading Camp Curtin Memorial Mitchell Methodist Church →

I'm a third generation spiritual midwife. That's my name for the job. I'm the one who goes backstage with those who have made the decision to be baptized and helps them get ready. My grandmother was the lady who did it when our church began in 1958. She made all the baptismal robes and made … Continue reading Being a Spiritual Midwife →

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YlOJ5o8W4Lw The powerful song inspired some thoughts I shared at the Lord's Supper last week. Mark 14:32-36 (NIV)  They went to a place called Gethsemane, and Jesus said to his disciples, "Sit here while I pray."  He took Peter, James and John along with him, and he began to be deeply distressed and troubled.  "My … Continue reading Man of Sorrows →

Christmas can be a lonely time for many. It's sad to be alone at this time of the year. But the good news is, you don't have to be! Here's a good reminder.

Psalm 78:2-7 (MSG) "I'll let you in on the sweet old truths, stories we heard from our fathers, counsel we learned at our mother's knee. We're not keeping this to ourselves, we're passing it along to the next generation— GOD's fame and fortune, the marvelous things he has done. He planted a witness in Jacob, set … Continue reading From Generation to Generation →