Youth Group, First Presbyterian Church, Santa Cruz, California – circa 1980

The headline caught my attention.  A recent Atlantic magazine article appeared under words, “Why American Teens are so Sad.”  The piece is worth reading if you can get past the paywall.  But whether you read it or not, let me highlight a bit of how the writer explains teen sadness, and then add an observation of my own.

Journalist Derek Thompson begins with this disturbing statement:

The United States is experiencing an extreme teenage mental-health crisis. From 2009 to 2021, the share of American high-school students who say they feel “persistent feelings of sadness or hopelessness” rose from 26 percent to 44 percent, according to a new CDC study. This is the highest level of teenage sadness ever recorded.

Thompson goes on to say that this crisis is neither too old nor too new.  He dispels three fallacies we might use to dismiss our concern. Continue reading →

Langhorne Presbyterian Church, Langhorne, Pennsylvania

A new church has opened in our area.  Or maybe it is just a rebranded church. In any event, they held their launch event on Easter, and I wish them well.  I wish them well, but their promotional material causes concern.  They say they have found a new way to do ministry.  They may be a little late to the game.  They sound very “emergent.”  The emergent church was a phenomenon of the early 2000s and seems mostly to have spent its moment. The emergent church was high on immediate experience and low on the things that last. Here is a not too friendly but I think mostly accurate account of the emergent church.

In any event, our friends at the new church up the road think the new way to be a church is by not being very church-like.  Oh, they are going to have a Sunday worship service, but attendance at worship is not very important.  Watching the service on Facebook Live is just as good, and the really important thing is to join a small group, several of which meet at homes around the community.  They tell us to become a part of a small group before we ever come to worship.

I should be clear about something: I like small groups.  Becky and I are a part of a small group connected to our church and it has been one of the best things about being in Auburn.  Thank God for small groups! Continue reading →

Angola is the next town north of Auburn, about 20 miles via county roads or a little longer and a little quicker if you take the interstate. Angola is the county seat of Steuben County. There is a small liberal arts college on the west side of town, and a Walmart and a Meijer on the north side. There are some great lakes for fishing and recreation nearby. Angola seems like a nice town.

The mayor of Angola, Richard Hickman, is proud of his city, as any good mayor should be.  But it is not just the nearby lakes or the small liberal arts college he is most proud of.  In a story in the April 6 edition of the Steuben County Herald-Republican, his honor opined that one of the great things about Angola is its trash pickup.  I am not kidding.

The mayor told of being at the gas station when the topic came up: “I was just told a few weeks back at the gas pump that our city has the best garbage disposal in the state.”

I don’t know about you, but garbage disposal often comes up when I am chatting with someone at the gas pump. Continue reading →

Sunday begins what we traditionally call Holy Week, or maybe it’s holy eight days, as we remember the final events in Jesus’ life from his triumphal entry on Palm Sunday to his glorious resurrection on Easter morning.

This coming Sunday the churches will distribute palm branches to the worshipers and the people will sing “All Glory, Laud, and Honor to Thee Redeemer King!” We will gather again on Thursday in solemn remembrance Jesus’ last supper with his disciples.  We will eat of the loaf and drink of the cup, this means of grace, and so proclaim the Lord’s death until he comes. Friday’s services will be dark, but again we will sing – now “How Deep the Father’s Love for Us.”

Some will keep vigil on Saturday.  By Sunday morning, the sanctuaries will be filled with lilies and the people will sing “Jesus Christ is Risen Today!”

More than any other time on the Christian calendar, Holy Week is the time where our worship reenacts the events of that time at the center of all time.

As Holy Week begins, I plan on following the story of the week told in the Gospels. I have found a nice guide put out by the publisher of the ESV Bible for my journey through the week.  As part of my morning devotions, I will use the links to hear the old story anew and to dwell in the narrative as a preparation for our celebration of Easter.  Here’s the guide if you wish to use it: Harmony of the Events of Holy Week. And you may want to use YouTube to find those hymns old or new that give us language to borrow as we thank our Dearest Friend. Continue reading →

I did not think I had much to add to the various conversations about the two-year anniversary of the Coronavirus epidemic.  It’s been a long two years. Enough said.

But then late last week a friend sent me a reminder from two years ago.  It was a photo of daffodils blooming in his suburban Philadelphia yard.  The photo reminded him of a little part of our two years ago experience I had forgotten.  I am glad for the reminder to remember.

Becky and I were still in suburban Philadelphia when the pandemic began. We had about four months to go until my retirement after twelve plus years as pastor at Langhorne Presbyterian Church.  Retirement events were being planned and our house in Indiana was being built.  We had a pretty good idea of how the rest of 2020 would go.  But then Covid came and nothing went the way we thought it would. Continue reading →