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SECOND THOUGHTS AUTUMN 2021

SECOND

PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH

SECOND THOUGHTS AUTUMN 2021

MOSAIC You are not a number, a percentage, a statistic.

You are a beautiful mosaic of stories, narratives, moments that have shaped you into who you are toward the person you have yet to become.

Rev. Brian Shivers

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Foreword... Heart to Give

SECOND THOUGHTS Autumn 2021

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The life of a follower of Jesus Christ demands courage ­— AUTHOR

Mosiac. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Rev. Brian Shivers Foreword . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Dr. Michelle Louer A Poem for Our Time. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Celia Shackleford Booher God in 30-Minutes or Less . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Beth Dawson Emeralds. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Kevin Gardner The Eternity of Flowers. . . . . . . . . . . . . . William Alfred Ghormley A Poem for the Choir. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Sally McGuffey Colors. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Sally McGuffey A Man of Contradictions . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Janet Blank My Gift from God . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Richard Garsnett Readily Given . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Beth Dawson A Session at CenterPoint . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Jacquie Reed Prayer . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Rev. Brian Shivers Iron Sharpens Iron . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Dave Cook To This Day . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Jane Funke Follow Him . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Greg Odle Palm Sunday 2020 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Ann W. Borger An Easter Letter 2020 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Marilyn Kuhn Fruits of the Spirit . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Pete Ritz Thanksgiving Metaphor . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Casey * A Gift for You. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Casey * The Coming of the One . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Rev. Mike Samson Nicodemus. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Kevin Gardner this is what love looks like now. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Richard Propes

courage to open our hearts and receive God’s guidance and love… courage to love those who think, feel, or look different from ‘us’… courage to be authentic, vulnerable and without pretense.

The poetry and prose pieces in this initial volume of Second Thoughts represent the heart of our congregation. In these words of joy, sorrow and searching, we encounter God’s presence, God’s embrace ­ — and perhaps catch glimpses of ourselves.

May the truth that resides and resonates in this volume be a resting place for you. As you savor these words, may they embolden you and give you courage to open your heart ­— to share what God is still writing upon it.

In this community of faith where Jesus Christ transforms lives, may we walk together in love, truth, and faith.

I am especially grateful for the vision and editorial expertise of Kevin Gardner, for Carol Baker and her unflagging support of art and artists, for the media production staff, and most importantly… for the courageous writers who have shared their hearts.

Thank you for this precious gift.

Dr. Michelle (Shelle) Louer Director of Fine Arts

* Kenneth C. Keene “I will put my law within them, and I will write it on their hearts.

And I will be their God, and they shall be my people.”

Jeremiah 31:33

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A Poem for Our Time We hold in our bones The memories of those Who came before us We may never know Our grandparents’ triumphs And struggles and fears The hopes of our parents The marks of the years Gritty persistence And quiet grace Etched in our bodies Like lines on our face Our children will walk And their children, also With our steps and stories In their bones’ marrow So, walk bravely Through these uncertain days You carry great cargo Deep in your veins Choose your thoughts wisely You are setting the stones For ones who come after With lives of their own Will you guide them with fear Will you lay paths of despair Will you pass on your courage And hope, peace and care What will you give to the next ones What will their bodies know From how you weathered hardship And how you learned to grow How will you prepare your bones To carry forth this time To those who will remember In their hearts, not in their minds.

Celia Shackleford Booher

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God in 30-minutes or Less My house-sitting job found me in the unique home of an architect with lots of nooks and crannies and layers. I actually got lost trying to find the main hall. The sun was brutally hot, and I had a bit of a bug, but the coolness on the inside was working its charm. This day’s tedious work left me drained and debating about ordering dinner instead of searching the kitchen for cooking supplies. I lost the argument with myself and ordered a pizza from a company that promised delivery within ‘thirty minutes or less!’.

Little did I know then how desperately I would hold onto that promise.

The view from the kitchen was miraculous, with lots of trees on a hill, a crystal blue lake, a light breeze rustling the underbrush and plenty of land.

When I stepped out on the deck, the click of the door behind me was ominous. Suddenly, the view was not so incredible. I was locked on an empty porch, 40 feet from the ground, hungry, a little sick and in my pajamas. It didn’t take long for the seriousness of my situation to sink in. My bare feet couldn’t kick through the thick glass. What if I hit the glass and cut my hand? Jumping would likely result in some broken bones.

The sun went behind the trees and it started to cool off quickly. Think!

Yelling myself hoarse didn’t get any response from the laughter that carried across the lake. Their family dog was below wagging his tail happily. “God help me. I’m in trouble here,” I prayed. Just then I heard the faint echo of the doorbell ringing. My pizza was here! The dog took off around the house and barked incessantly while I continued yelling for help.

I still think about that day sometimes. Long after the pizza was gone the miracle of God’s protection remained. The homeowners wouldn’t be back in the country for a week. One neighbor was on vacation, the other in the hospital. I had the beginnings of the flu. Tammy, the delivery person, told me she almost left because she was terrified of barking dogs. The garage door was open, so I directed Tammy to the hidden house key, and she found her way through the maze of a house to reach me. To this day I am convinced that too many hurdles were jumped through to be a coincidence.

When has God protected you? If you listen to His whispers, God will provide for your needs—maybe a pizza in 30 minutes or less!

Beth Dawson

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Emeralds Deep within the temple of my heart lies an ark holding timeless treasures.

Let me lift the lid on sacred stones grown priceless through the years.

Inside are precious emeralds with lustrous facets of wonder, laughter, faith and people who have known my love.

Is it you that sparkles in the corner?

You see, it’s in the search for gems that Grace is revealed to us.

Go ahead… peek behind the curtain.

The Wizard has so much more in His bag!

Kevin Gardner

Cleopatra’s Egyptian mines were once the world’s primary source of emeralds.

In this ancient culture, green was a sacred color associated with fertility of life along the Nile.

Pharaohs were buried with emeralds …the symbol of eternal life.

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The Eternity of Flowers Through God’s Grace we are enabled To know Wonder —

To find and embrace Hope, To discover Faith.

In the Light of Faith, true Belief, We learn to see the beauty

Of His Creation — its Complexity And its Joy. Through our Faith we are redeemed by The Love of the Triune God,

Saved from destruction

By the shadow of the Cross.

In God’s Light a flower grows for each of us — In an infinite field of blue, green, and yellow; it

Spreads out to follow the arc of the sun,

Replenishing each year, an unending song.

Whether cornflower or chicory bloom, They linger in estival glory — eternal witnesses with

Pathways wending toward some final Gloaming, As He chooses.

At the sight of such a soft, blue spread We are readied for His Peace, we are

All flowers, but then no more than a

Blanket for each other, in His eternal care.

William Alfred Ghormley

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A Poem for the Sanctuary Choir Unusual communion ­— One common breath Taken in audible unison, The music already sounding In the mind’s ear.

Harmony lingering in mid-air ­— Embedding scripture Into time and place Into soul and memory One melody at a time.

Sally McGuffey

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Colors Green is the very Color of quiet — ­ Green from the window, Green underfoot.

Blue is truly the Color of music ­— Light blue hum Deep blue song.

Grey is likely the Color of dreaming ­— Silver in sunlight Granite in shade.

Sally McGuffey

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Lt. Col. Richard Samuelson: A Man of Contradictions My father was a man of contradictions. At IU he studied voice but gave it up to play quarterback for the Fighting Hoosiers. When World War II called him to service, he flew Corsairs over the South Pacific. He could tell war stories that would capture the attention of seasoned veterans. After the war ended, he began his career as a corporate pilot. My dad managed the aviation department at Inland Container Corporation. He flew three U.S. Presidents, as well as CEOs and board members of additional corporations, such as Eli Lilly and Exxon Oil. On my 13th birthday my dad presented me with a beautifully wrapped package that he brought home from California. He was anxious for me to open it, and when I did, inside was an exquisite hand-painted jewelry box that played Beethoven’s Fur Elise. It was so beautiful, it made me cry.

He said he loved me so.

Conversely, when I turned 16 my dad handed me a pickaxe and told me to go out in the August heat and break up the soil to create a pathway in the backyard with slate stones. He said I needed to build some strength and endurance. I was appalled and thought surely he couldn’t mean this.

Why me? I was on my way to meet friends at the mall, and surely my older brother was better suited for this task. But I knew better than to ask questions. For weeks I dutifully hacked away at the sunbaked clay soil until I had laid every one of those stones and he told me my work was good.

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When my dad wasn’t flying airplanes, he was often singing for church services, weddings, and funerals at our Presbyterian church in Indianapolis. He was the tenor section leader in the church choir that my mother directed. My dad had a lilting Irish tenor voice that could make grown men weep.

When someone in our extended family died, my father would surreptitiously pay for the funeral. This included grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. He said no one in grief should have to worry about funeral expenses. He was a tender, compassionate and generous man. For my parents’ 25th wedding anniversary my dad arranged to have a concert grand Steinway piano delivered to our house as a gift for my musician mother.

He said it was because he loved her so.

My father has been gone for three years now, but as I hold some of his possessions in my hands, like his World War II medals, or his beloved hand-carved ivory figurines from Japan, I can feel his soul inside me; beside me. He is never far from my thoughts, this man of contradictions.

From him I learned to endure the hard times in life, but also to love with tenderness, compassion and generosity. For I loved him so.

Janet Blank

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My Gift from God I clearly saw the most vivid and beloved vision of our son at night which I never expected or imagined.

My Christian faith was clearly revealed from God in Heaven, who allowed me to look inside this heavenly place to see the bright and shining presence of our passing son, who was safe. He was positively at peace and had matured, shepherding God’s work.

It was at this moment of deep darkness that I received my strength from the Almighty. He at once gave me understanding, courage, and the promise of His love to help heal our family’s most devastating, crushing, and overwhelming family grief.

It was from the Almighty and His angels who gave me this everlasting love, understanding and inspirational gift that renewed and strengthened my heart.

Richard Garsnett

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“You must wait on the LORD to strengthen your heart and soul” Psalm 27:14

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Readily Given One day, a co-worker and friend of mine snapped at me and said very hurtful things. It was trivial, but her words stung. This was my friend and one of my prayer warriors. Although my head told me it wasn’t about me, my heart hurt. Especially because this was my friend. Over a long, tearful conversation, and my friend asking for forgiveness, we both healed that hurt. It was hard to see her so vulnerable and real, but I’ve been there.

So have you.

I learned through this experience about forgiveness. Yes, it was hard. But hanging onto the anger and pointing my finger at the factors that played into this tragedy was killing me. I made a decision to forgive that young friend of my sister’s and kept making that decision until I had peace in my heart. Rather systematically, I forgave all of the other people involved.

It’s the only way I could do it. God can use anything in our lives to bring something good out of something very painful. And He did.

But you know what? Sometimes you are hurt to the core and forgiveness doesn’t come quite so readily. When my sister Jenny was 15, a friend of hers grabbed a 30-year-old prescription medicine bottle of Darvon out of her parent’s medicine drawer and took it to school. While we probably will never know the whole story, Jenny took several of the pills. We watched her lay in a coma for a week, and we watched her die. The spur of the moment actions of a little kid trying to fit in took my sister’s life.

Ultimately, the media actually helped other families nationwide hear the story and take steps to protect their kids. Jenny’s kidneys kept two other people alive for many years. When my Dad needed a kidney years later, we found that four of us kids matched — apparently a medical miracle.

I found God in a very real sense in my heart.

The print and television media were brutal. Our family, and especially Jenny’s picture, were all over the news. ‘Niffer’, her nickname, was funny, kind and cute — the type of kid everyone loved. You see, that type of thing ‘just didn’t happen’ in our little town. What kind of family did she come from? Everybody was shocked. Parents looked like they were slapped in the face. Kids wept in the halls of the school. People that knew us knew the kind of people we were. We were numb with grief.

We were just like you.

For a few years, I couldn’t talk about Jenny. I hated TV and news crews and attorneys that wouldn’t leave us alone. I was angry at God for allowing that sweet precious sister of mine to die before she really even started her life. You know that image of someone in so much pain they shake their fists at the heavens and yell at God for causing this agony?

That was me.

I’m not proud of that. I know now that the grief was just beginning, and the anger was there. The God I’d always believed in is a kind and loving God. Who else would understand the agony of a small child dying? This was the beginning of my faith. My personal relationship with Jesus who held me close as I grieved, and brought me great comfort.

My God is still the same.

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Sometimes, the right choice is to take forgiveness a step further. I met with Jenny’s friend about ten years ago. Over a five-hour lunch, she told me about having to move to another part of the state, the death threats her family received, and the agony of going through life knowing you were part of the reason someone was not living. She experienced God’s love and felt His and my forgiveness in her life. What a tragedy her life had been, and what a blessing that God nudged me to help her heal. That was an added gift to me. She took the first step in receiving forgiveness that day. That was another of God’s gifts to her.

You may have been hurt in a number of ways, and the memories and pain keep you from moving forward. Relationships, finances, divorce, abuse, job losses, deaths of loved ones…any number of things can cripple your heart and keep you from the love that our God provides. Your foundation isn’t solid if you hold on to anger and refuse to forgive. It doesn’t excuse the action of what happened, it sets your heart free. Free to experience God’s love and healing like only He can give. If you have a hurt that’s holding you back, won’t you consider forgiveness? God forgives us our sins and wants us to do the same for our fellow human beings.

It’s not for them. It’s God’s gift to you.

Beth Dawson

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A Session at CenterPoint Counseling: The Room Where I Go To Cry The room where I go to cry Always has a window open.

The listener sees me far away in thought.

“Do you hear the wind in the trees?”

She asks.

The question centers me In the corner office of the Gothic Church.

“I do and the birds too.

I am present.”

On the long table against one wall A white candle rests inside A glass lantern.

The wick glows Honoring the holy space.

God is present in The room where I go to cry.

I crumple the tissue That catches tears.

Two wet circles on my jeans Hold my grief, Like the listener Sitting with me In the room where I go to cry.

Sometimes I swallow my tears When I am away from here.

But God is always there With a bowl to collect what falls From my eyes, Flows from my heart, Wherever I am when I cry.

Jacquie Reed

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Prayer When the way I envision the world is too small, may I widen my eyes so I see anew.

When I no longer recognize the voices of the marginalized and oppressed, may I unstop my ears so I hear more clearly.

When my understanding of humanity is narrow, may I uncloud my mind so I think more holistically.

When I diminish the pain and struggle of anyone other than me, may I open my heart so I feel more deeply.

When my experience of this life is collapsing in on itself, may I learn to love myself so I begin to truly love others.

Amen.

Rev. Brian Shivers

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Iron Sharpens Iron I attended a Men@Second fly fishing and cycling trip to Viroqua, Wisconsin. It was a chance to get away from daily life and into a landscape of God’s creation. Some of the men were seasoned veterans of cycling and fly fishing. Others were so green we were stumbling over the names of equipment. During the weekend, the verse I kept seeing played out was: “As Iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another.” Proverbs 27:17 Sharpening can only occur if you engage with one another. You must be vulnerable: “I need some help tying this fly.” I saw patience! After I caught my line in the tall grass for the tenth time, I was still met with even-tempered support. That is a gift I am working on ­— just let little things slide. Don’t get so flustered.

We learned from one another out in the streams, and around the table in discussion. Being with other men lets us see new perspectives — to chip off some old rust by learning a new way of doing something. Some stepped out of their comfort zones with courage and determination and were sharpened with encouragement. There was Gratitude: thanking the one who sacrificed time to help sharpen you.

The greatest thing is that God created each one of us with skills we can use to help sharpen others. Whether it’s skill with a fly rod, cooking skills, the gift of being a good listener, planting a garden — we all have gifts to share.

I came away from the weekend feeling sharpened. The meal and discussion group from the Wisconsin weekend has continued to keep in touch.

I can’t wait to continue getting to know and pray for these brothers. My charge to you: How can you help to sharpen others?

Dave Cook

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To This Day * What did they hear, your grandparents’ grandparents, As they stood there, like you, on their wedding days?

Words of love, I am sure.

But what does love mean?

In scripture and sonnets and song, Prophets and poets and writers have tried to explain.

Whatever the words, Love is lived.

Whatever they heard and whatever they said, Your grandparents’ grandparents, Here’s how they lived: For better and worse.

For richer and poorer.

In sickness and health.

In plenty and want.

From those days, and those words, The lines lead to you, To this day, And forward.

Jane Funke

* ...for the wedding of Ellen Funke and Andrew Hooley Second Presbyterian Church, September 23, 2017

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Follow Him The pandemic has been a disorienting time for many of us, and not attending church regularly has left a void in my life that I’m not sure I fully appreciated. I’ve noticed that without the regular “practice” of faith, my relationship with God has become one of convenience.

A colleague of mine (who has an amazing faith) often said we need to avoid relating to God as a “concierge God”, coming to Him only when we really need something from him, which I can really relate to. He wants to have a relationship with us that is ever-present and constant.

On a recent drive, I was listening to a well-known minister out of Atlanta.

One of his messages stuck as he reminded me that Jesus doesn’t just want us to believe in Him… He’s asking us to follow Him. Greg Odle

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Palm Sunday 2020 This year no children proceed down church aisles spreading palm fronds before a small donkey.

The organist faces an empty choir loft.

Services appear as visions from space.

Christians who once renounced chocolate for Lent now starve in the wilderness of self-isolation.

This year we unite in grief, in denial, in love, awaiting another resurrection.

Ann W. Borger

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An Easter Letter from 2020 In this time of COVID 19, social distancing and learning new ways to connect, I am designing my own Easter card with loving thoughts for each of you!

I am wondering how Easter Sunday will be – live-streamed, instead of crowding into the pews along with everyone else; singing a duet with my husband during the live-stream, instead of having a full choir and orchestra; eating Easter lunch by ourselves instead of with extended family…

Then, I thought of the first Easter morning – the disciples were together with the doors locked. The women came back from the empty tomb and told the Eleven, but they didn’t believe them. Jesus appeared to them as they were eating and rebuked them for their lack of faith. The soldiers at the tomb took bribes and said His disciples came and stole the body. Not a celebratory sounding first Easter morning.

EXCEPT... when the women saw the angels and were told He was alive, or when they saw Jesus and wanted to worship Him, or when those on the road to Emmaus finally recognized Jesus in the breaking of the bread.

JOY filled their hearts – just as our hearts can be full today because HE LIVES! We can face tomorrow and all the days after that because we know God holds the future. He loves us and Christ is risen!

May the JOY of Christ’s resurrection and the LOVE of the Father and the PEACE of the Holy Spirit fill your lives with HOPE! He is risen, indeed!

Marilyn Kuhn

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FRUITS of the SPIRIT: A Word at Pentecost When we reach Pentecost on the Christian calendar, the Holy Spirit takes front and center.

This prompts me to examine my prayer pattern. Have you heard how the word ‘acts’ can be an acronym for a prayer template?

A

Adulation C

Confession

T

Thanksgiving

S

Supplication

For me, the C was getting stale. I was rehashing stuff that I did years ago or was repeating recent history.

Then it hit me. God has already forgiven me for all that. I realized that I was asking God an adult version of “Are we there yet?”

How was I to break myself from this? Aha! Let’s see how I’m doing in bearing the Fruits of the Spirit.

In Galatians 5:22-23 the Apostle Paul lists nine specific behaviors that are Fruits of the Holy Spirit in a Christian life... love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.

What does it mean to bear fruit with these behaviors? I found an article entitled: ‘What Are the Fruits of the Holy Spirit?’ * at the website for Christianity.com. Check it out when you get a chance.

Ask yourself today: “Am I bearing all nine fruits of the Spirit?” If your C has gotten stale, let the Fruit of the Spirit freshen up your prayer time.

Pete Ritz

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*www.christianity.com/wiki/holy-spirit/what-are-the-fruits-of-the-spirit.html

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Thanksgiving Metaphor Once again the stage of Life has struck its Summer set.

Sol’s hot spot has dimmed.

Bright costumes have been stored away.

Hero sunshine, villain nimbus, each has played its part.

Floral acts have bowed.

Fall’s red and gold will turn to gray.

Echo laughter . . . now that comedy has closed at last.

Drama has returned.

Soon Winter’s garb will dress the play.

But read the Heavenly Script; there is another act.

In Spring is Life renewed.

Give loud applause to God this day!

Casey *

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*Kenneth C. Keene

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A Gift for You To have a gift, you must have these: the gift, the giver, and one to get.

But three alone will not suffice; without receiving, there’s no gift yet.

God is the Giver; His Son is the gift; and each of us this gift may get, if we in faith accept.

Casey *

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*Kenneth C. Keene

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The COMING of the ONE The season of Advent offers a foundation for hope that is more solid than our feeble predictions and plans — the coming of our Savior: the presence of Jesus in his earthly life, the presence of Jesus in the Word and Sacraments, and the presence of Jesus on the last day.

Advent focuses us on the fact that Jesus has come, comes to be with us now, and is coming again to make all things new. * Advent helps us to raise our gaze above our own expectations and plans, as well as our disappointments and failures.

Rather than fixating on what has happened or may (or may not) come, we may choose to fix our hope on the coming of the One “...who, by the power at work within us, is able to accomplish abundantly far more than we can ask or imagine”. ** Rev. Mike Samson

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* Revelations 21:1-5 ** Ephesians 3:20

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Nicodemus The hour is late, yet sleep will not come.

A soft bed and the comfort of home are not enough to still the doubt that stirs my soul once I saw Him. I believe and practice the Law while others look to me for wisdom!

How can I wear these robes when such questions nest in my heart?

In the darkness of the street it seems safe to seek him.

I need answers…

Does this pauper hold the key to the Kingdom?

An old man and a young teacher, facing one another in the glow of my lamp.

I have seen what He can do.

There is more before me than a man.

Now a cold wind swirls in the night.

Where did He come from? Where has He gone?

Our encounter resonates in my mind, and each Christmas leads my soul to wonder…

Kevin Gardner

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Now there was a Pharisee named Nicodemus, a leader of the Jews. He came to Jesus by night…

John 3: 1-16

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this is what love looks like now This is the day we get to prove love is stronger

This love.

than

I never knew.

hate violence despair illness trauma.

I never trusted.

This is the moment God has been waiting for us to realize love is patient enough for all of us.

Love.

This love.

This love is kindness beyond comprehension without need for envy or pride or rage or vengeance.

For the first time in my life, I am safe.

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I never knew.

This is what love looks like now.

This is the moment God has been waiting for us to realize love never fails.

We are not hate violence despair illness trauma.

We are love.

We are what love looks like now.

Richard Propes

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SECOND THOUGHTS Autumn 2021 Page

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COVER Rose Window 1

Detail: St. Stephen “The Heavenly City” (Milner Chapel)

The PARABLES and MIRACLES of JESUS * 4 6 8 10 12 14 18 22 24 26 28 30 32 34 36 38 40 42 44

The Lost Coin The House Built Upon a Rock The Pearl of Great Price The Sower and the Seeds The Good Samaritan The Workers in the Vineyard The Prodigal Son Healing the Man Blind from Birth The Paralyzed Man The Talents The Wedding at Cana -- Water into Wine Walking on Water The Lost Sheep Calming the Storm Raising the Daughter of the Temple Leader Feeding the Five Thousand The Wise and Foolish Virgins The Man Possessed by Demons Healing the Woman by Faith

BACK Faith Love Hope (Milner Chapel) *The Parables and Miracles of Jesus are windows in the Sanctuary of Second Presbyterian Church, Indianapolis, Indiana.

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Photography by Trudy Coler

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