Staying Connected

God is working through the people of Holy Trinity to care for each other and to maintain our connections.

God is working through the people of Holy Trinity to care for each other and to maintain our connections.

  • Yvonne Harris and the Caring ministers have been making phone calls to our shut-ins and older members to check on how they are doing and if they need help with anything. Just hearing a familiar voice is comforting.
  • Paul Stratton hosted the Men’s Bible Study group on Thursday night. Each attendee was in the comfort of their own home but was able to see and converse with the other attendees. Technology is amazing.
  • Tithes and offerings have arrived in the mail at Holy Trinity. Thank you as we still need to pay bills and salaries.
  • Kristin Johnson inquired whether any efforts were in place to support our elderly members who might not be able to go out for groceries or other supplies. Her email came just as the staff was discussing Holy Trinity’s response to exactly this scenario. Dale Love will be coordinating the effort to connect members who are willing to provide support and services with those who are in need.

God has gifted each of us to serve Him and to love one another. Thank you God!

How can I keep from singing?

Even in the midst of trials, God is with us.

No storm can shake my inmost calm while to that refuge clinging Since Christ is Lord of heaven and earth, how can I keep from singing?


A God Sighting from Debbie LaFontaine

Although it may feel like the world is falling apart around us, I have seen God and God’s people doing great things.

    We managed to have our Council Meeting on Monday with 10 people in attendance from the comfort of their home. The technology worked great and we were able to have meaningful and productive conversation.
    Our Transition Team meet remotely on Tuesday evening.
    We had a virtual worship service on Wednesday with 20 people participating. There are still a few bugs to work out, but it generally was good. Those who participated enjoyed being able to connect with others from the congregation.
    The staff developed a plan for packing NOAH lunches this weekend. After making a few phone calls and sending a few texts, all of the items needed for making the lunches were accounted for and set to be at the church for this weekend. Most of the volunteer slots were filled within hours of posting the sign-up genius.
    We have 12 new users on our church app – that’s over 40 people!
    Our new church management software makes communication by email easier.
    We are blessed to have regular contributions through tithe.ly

The reality of social distancing has forced us into finding new ways to do ministry. Thank you God for leading us through these uncharted waters.

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Christmas WHAT CAN’T WAIT?

I confess—
I am good at waiting.
I waited for someone else to be passionate
before I made a change.
I waited for you to say, “I love you” before I
was honest.
I waited for affirmation about my work before
trying harder.
I waited for anyone else to take the lead instead
of speaking up.
I waited for you to forget instead of saying sorry.
I wait for a compliment before I feel beautiful.
I wait for your call before calling back.
I wait for an opinion before stating my own.
I wait for a rainy day to slow down.
I wait for a sunny day to get outside.
I wait for Saturdays to call home.
I wait for free time to read my Bible.
And too often, I wait for Sunday to pray.
I have lived well, but I have also sat on my hands,
Turned my head, closed my eyes,
Lived in denial, pretended it would get better,
Believed in someone else’s call over my own,
And ignored the fact that these hands belong
to God.
But these hands belong to God.
I guess what I’m trying to say is,
What if Mary waited nine months so that we
wouldn’t have to?
And what if the disciples waited three days so
that we wouldn’t have to?
There is love to sow,
Peace to reap,
Joy to feel,
And a promised day that I am longing for.
So if you want to join me,
I’ll be busy, unlearning years of sitting
and waiting.

Prayer by Sarah Are | A Sanctified Art LLC | sanctifiedart.org


When people talk about love
They talk about heartbreak.
They talk about the love that got away,
And the love that left them longing.

When people talk about love
Rarely do they say, “be brave.”
I wish they would.

To love is to pull the oxygen from your lungs
and to say,
“Here, take a breath.”
To love is to come out from hiding,
To allow the light to shine on you.
To love is to wear your heart outside of
your body—
Fingers crossed that the holder handles it with care.
To love is to trust that sometimes hurt and pain
come with the territory,
But you’re going to love anyway.
So love anyway.

Love like there’s no tomorrow.
Love as if love is not a scarcity.
Love like Mary, who cradled a baby amidst the
threat of being stoned.
And love like Joseph, who took a child in that he
knew was not his own.

Of course I say all of this because I need
to hear it too.
There are dusty corners of my heart that
I still protect—
Love stored up like grain
While the world is in famine.

So the next time you see me,
Remind me to be brave.
The next time you see me,
Invite me to stand in the light with you.
The next time you see me,
Handle with care and maybe,
Just maybe,
We’ll find a holy and wild
Love that won’t wait.

When people talk about love
They talk about heartbreak.
Rarely do they say, “be brave.”
I wish they would.

Prayer by Sarah Are | A Sanctified Art LLC | sanctifiedart.org


I have seen Joy face to face.
She was dancing.
She took my arm in the crook of hers
And spun me around until I couldn’t help but laugh.
We met in the kitchen with Motown
And then again at your wedding.

And I ran into Joy in my mother’s recipe box.
Her handwriting looked like my grandmother’s.
And she smelled like our famous chocolate cake.

Once I saw Joy in the street.
She was at the parade.
There was glitter in the air
And a father hugged his son.
Joy cried happy tears.

And I have seen Joy on the loose,
Running to keep up with you as you go.
Did you know that Joy is looking for you?

I know that your heart hurts,
And that you’re not sure if you like yourself.
I know that this world is scary
And I know that love can feel fleeting.
But Joy told me to tell you—she’s at the door.
She delights in who you are.
She’s inviting you to dance.
I pray and pray you’ll let her in.
I pray, and pray, and pray.

Prayer by Sarah Are | A Sanctified Art LLC | sanctifiedart.org


While the sky is still dark,
I slip sock feet into tennis shoes and go for
a walk.
Step by step
I ask my deepest questions,
While the sky lets go of its deepest dark blue.

Am I doing enough?
Ink to indigo.
Does my brother know how much I love him?
Indigo to navy.
Will my friends keep showing up?
Navy to royal blue.
Will we ever know peace?
Royal blue to gold.

And after a while, my pilgrimage must end,
So I turn apologetic feet toward home
And walk my repentance back toward the sun.
And once again, while I stand in sock feet and
tennis shoes,
God takes my breath away.
For once again,
The sky’s deepest void is now a watercolor
of light.

And I am reminded
That like the sky,
God touches everything.
And I am reminded,
That like the sky,
Nothing is so broken that it can’t be
painted gold.

In the morning light, there is peace.

Prayer by Sarah Are | A Sanctified Art LLC | sanctifiedart.org