Review of June Readings

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Rinker Buck, Life on the Mississippi: An Epic American Adventure 

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(New York: Avid Reader Press, 2022), 397 pages including index and an essay on sources titled “Acknowledgments). Audible Book by Simon & Schuster Audio, read by Jason Culp and is 15 hours and 21 minutes long.

This isn’t the first Life on the Mississippi I’ve read. I read another one. You probably heard about it. Mark Twain’s book with the same title which I read decades ago. Buck gives credit to Twain’s work,. Published later in his life, Twain elived his younger years as a pilot on the Mississippi as he traveled once again down the river.

Buck also gives credit to Harlan Hubbard’s Shantyboat: A River Way of Life. When I lived in Michigan, a neighbor had a copy of that book in his “Shack” on Cedar Creek. Whenever we were out at there, if I had a few free minutes, I’d pull it down and read. Hubbard and his wife journeyed down the Mississippi in the 1940s. Another mention in the book are the paintings of George Caleb Bringham. This reminded me of seeing his collection in a show at The Met in 2015. Visons of this show, titled: “Navigating the West George Caleb Bingham and the River,” ran through my head as I read.  Yes, I enjoyed Buck’s story and all his tangents. The book begins with the building of his boat. We then travel with him down the rivers. He launches on the Monongahela River, south of Pittsburgh. At Pittsburgh, he picks up the Ohio River, and floats it West to the Mississippi. From there, he makes his way down the Big Muddy to New Orleans. 

As Buck takes the reader down river, we learn about his own life. He’s a pilot who as a teenager, with his brother, flew across country. He also reenacted a wagon train journey along the Oregon Trail. We also learn of his mother’s recent death at an old age. The hours on the water give him much time to ponder her life and what she instilled into her children.

Lessons from the River

But this book isn’t just about personal stuff. Throughout the journey, we learn about the history of this great inland waterway. Buck introduces us to the flatboat, which were first floated down the river in the late 18th Century. By the early 19th Century, it was an industry. Farmers in Ohio, Kentucky and Tennessee built  boats. They load them with produce (or bourbon, the liquid form of corn) and floated to New Orleans. There, they often sold their boats for lumber, often for more than they had in them, before making their way overland back home. 

Buck doesn’t shy away from the negative side of life along the river. I never knew the river’s role in the Trail of Tears. Many of the Native Americans from the lower reaches of the Tennessee River were floated on flatboats from their homeland to a location along the Mississippi. There, they debarked overland to the new Indian Territories.

However, I did know the role the river played in moving slaves south to the cotton and sugar plantations along the Mississippi in the 1840s and 50s. By this time, the flatboats had mostly given way to the steamboats. Having chattel slaves on the boats showed America the ugly side of slavery, as depicted in Harriett Beecher Stow’s novel, Uncle Tom’s Cabin. Stow spent time along the river earlier in her marriage, giving her an insight into the ugly side of our nation. Today, huge barges carry grain to the port of New Orleans and shuttle coal between mines and mills along the Ohio. And a series of locks and dams control the river’s depth and make navigation possible year around.   

In addition to learning about the river, we also gain insight into Buck’s crew. They frequently turn over as various members came aboard as others returned to their homes and jobs. Some came back for multiple sections, but many just serve a week or two aboard The Patience. Mostly, the crew got along, but there were also some tensions which comes upon living on a tight wooden boat he built for the trip. His boat also had a motor, which would be necessary these days as he had to maneuver around large formations of barges. Telling the story of leaving the Ohio for the Mississippi is exciting. He had to dodged huge fleets of barrages on the three rivers.

Overall Review

This is one of the books I listened to on Audible, but also checked out a hard copy from the library so I could check things and see the maps and photos. While I enjoyed the book, it seemed to me Buck spent more time discussing the Ohio River than the Mississippi. The latter is now less wild and has been engineered into more of a straightaway with rock banks protecting the channel. While he dug into the history in places like Natchez, the reader gained less insights into other places like Vicksburg and Memphis.  Despite this, I enjoyed the trip.

Jonathan T. Pennington, The Sermon on the Mount and Human Flourishing: A Theological Commentary 

(Grand Rapids, MI: Baker Academic, 2017), 236 pages including index, footnotes, and sources.

Between February and mid-June, , I preached 17 sermons on the Sermon of the Mount. In addition to three commentaries on Matthew (Doug Hare, Robert Gundry, and Fredrick Dale Bruner), I depended heavily on this theological commentary.  While preaching, I mostly read the commentary sections of the book. Afterwards, I went back and read the opening chapters, which I found enlightening. 

Pennington’s thesis is that there was a conversation in Second Temple Judaism between the Hebrew people and the Greco-Roman world. This makes sense. The Jewish community was dispersed throughout the region during this time. Furthermore, those living in what had been ancient Israel were under the control of the Greeks and then the Romans.

Matthew wrote in Greek. Pennington follows his use of language and ties it to Greek philosophy. Jesus (and the Bible), like the Greeks are interested in how humans might flourish. The Sermon on the Mount begins with the beatitudes, which is often translated as “Blessed be the,” but the word there could also be translated as “Flourishing.” It’s a word with no good English equivalent. He suggests that Jesus, like the Greek philosophers, desire humans to flourish. Of course, there are other aspects to Jesus teachings. This includes his focus on our relationship to God and the eschatology found within in the Sermon. Pennington also links the sermon to the rest of Matthew’s gospel.

The Sermon also falls within the genre of Hebrew wisdom literature. Pennington suggests this conversation between philosophy informs Jesus’ teaching. 

I enjoyed this book and while I spent 17 weeks focusing on Jesus’ great sermon, I feel I could spend many more weeks digging deeper into it. 

Carrie Fountain, The Life 

 (New York: Penguin Poets, 2022), 91 pages. 

I enjoyed Fountain’s presentation at Calvin’s Festival of Faith and Writing and picked up this book at the Festival. I was also enamored with her when she complimented me on the sound of my voice as she signed her book. It doesn’t take much to impress me. But I am also impressed with this book and look forward to reading more of her poetry.  At the Festival, Fountain said she attempts to write a poem every day. “Most are not good, at least at first,” she admitted. . In time she returns to some of those poems and craft into a work to be published. 

These poems are tender. Most deal with her children and a few with her husband and family. She captures the essence of life at different intervals which makes for fascinating reading. Furthermore, her poems also bring in a dialogue with the divine, who gives us life and this world to enjoy.  

We Always Stand Under God

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Jeff Garrison
Mayberry and Bluemont Churches
July 5, 2026
2 Chronicles 7:12-22

Sermon recorded at Mayberry on Thursday, July 2, 2026

At the beginning of worship: 

Yesterday marked the 250th anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence. Those who signed that paper took a big risk. Breaking away from the Great Britain, they chanced being charged with treason. Not only did they risk their necks in a noose, but many jeopardized their businesses and fortunes.

But they had a dream. It wasn’t a perfect dream as they only called for independence for themselves and those like them. The Africans who made up a significant part of the colonies at the time, especially from Maryland south, were overlooked, even though one of the first killed at the Boston Massacre, often cited as the beginning of the Revolution, was African American.[1] Nor did they call for independence for Native Americans. In fact, over the next hundred years, their descendants and our ancestors would rob more land belonging to the native population. But their dream lived on. In time, and after more wars, those who were overlooked in the initial declaration begin to find freedom. 

One of the things we gleam from scripture is that all of us have flaws. There’s only been one perfect person, Jesus Christ. Even the great figures of scripture, like the founders of our nation, struggled to live a virtuous life. And we struggle, yet we must hold virtues as goals and strive to obtain them. Doing so, we help build a stronger and more just community. 

Before reading the Scriptures:

I’m stepping away from our journey through the Ten Commandments this Sunday as its Independence Day weekend. I want us to look at a passage from 2 Chronicles 7, which comes just after celebration dedicating Solomon’s temple. There is one verse in this passage, verse 14, often cited out-of-context, by those who consider themselves Christian Nationalist or Chrisitan Reconstructionist.[2] I want us to look at the entire passage, to see what it said to Solomon and what we might learn from it.

Let me say a bit about this book. Chronicles originally consisted of one volume, titled “The Events of the Days” by an unnamed “Chronicler.” When the Hebrew Bible was translated into the Greek, in the Septuagint, the book was split into two. Later, five centuries after Jesus, the book received its current name from Jerome, who translated the Hebrew and Greek texts into Latin.[3]His translation, known as the Vulgate, continued to be used for nearly 1500 years within the Roman Catholic Church.  

Let me also point out we find a similar passage in 1st Kings.[4]Revisionist history isn’t anything new. We find it even in the Biblical story. The two books of the Chronicles repeat a lot of is said in four books consisting of 1st and 2nd Samuel and 1st and 2nd King. I confess I tend to prefer those four books than the Chronicles, for the later seems to try to clean things up a little too neatly. In Kings we learn of Solomons warts and all, especially later in his life as his foreign marriages brings idolatry into Israel, resulting in the divided kingdom. The split of the kingdoms exists in Chronicles, but they say nothing about Solomon’s sins. He stands as the ideal king: wise, loaded with gold, riches, and honored by all. 

While Chronicles doesn’t blame Solomon for the divided kingdom, it does provide us the warning Solomon received as we’ll see today.[5] Let’s look at this passage:

Read 2nd Chronicles 7:12-22

The hoopla of the temple’s dedication has come to an end. The vision of the temple had first been held by King David, who felt it wasn’t right to live in a fine palace while God’s visual presence remained in a tent. But God didn’t give David the opportunity to build the temple, even though he raised the money so that his son could take on the project.[6]

After David, Solomon built the temple and had a week of celebration as it opened. But the celebration is now done, the cleanup has begun. I image Solomon, exhausted, falls into his bed. Sometime at night, God visits. 

We’re not told this was a dream, but it could have been. It’s night. Solomon appears to have been alone. And we’re not given any descriptions of the Lord. So, a dream seems a likely explanation as to how this occurred. 

This encounter provides God’s answer to Solomon prayer in the previous chapter. Standing before the people at the altar, Solomon gave thanks and praise to God. Then he turned to future needs, praying for God to answer the prayers of his people when they are in distress from drought, pestilence, or enemies.[7] God answers, claiming the place of the temple as one he chose, not Solomon. Then God claims to be the one who brings drought, locust, and pestilence upon the people. In other words, this isn’t a random happening to Israel, but a punishment.[8]

Next, we come to verse 14, which I suggest often gets pulled out of context as it’s applied to our nation. This passage is addressed to Solomon and God provides a way out of ancient Israel’s distress. The people must humble themselves, pray and seek God, and change their wicked ways. If all that happens, God promises to hear from heaven and intervene on behalf of the people. This promise made to the nation of Israel, which ceased to exist shortly after Solomon’s death. The kingdom split into two, the northern kingdom of Israel and southern kingdom of Judah. 

God further promises to maintain a king on David’s throne, that God’s name will forever be associated with the temple. Here, we get the sense of the Davidic kingdom being a forerunner of the coming kingdom in which the Messiah eternally assumes David’s throne. We celebrate this at Christmas, with Jesus born in David’s city of Bethlehem… 

Today, the promise is for the church, who worships the Jesus, the King who reigns on David’s throne. We always stand under God, whether or not we acknowledge it.

Next, God warns Solomon against three things: turning away from God, forsaking God’s commandments, especially the commandment against idolatry. In a statement that almost foreshadows the Babylonian exile, God tells Solomon he’ll “pluck up his people” and abandon the temple. At this point, God points out that others may ask what happened to God’s people. They will now serve as a visible proverb of what happens to those who turn away from God. 

There is one thing we should learn from this passage which reinforces my last two sermons on the First and the SecondCommandments. While God answers the prayers, God reminds Solomon who’s in charge. The king stands under God’s watch. While Solomon’s work in building the temple is explementary, the glory of the site belongs to God. Earlier in Chronicles, we learn Solomon’s skill at commerce. He forged ties to surrounding nations. He trades and imports things Israel lacked. Gold and silver and bronze and wood from the mountains of Lebanon.[9]God gave Solomon the ability to build the temple, but the temple belongs to the God who gave Solomon the ability, not to Solomon. 

This warning belongs to everyone. Glory belongs to God, not to us. We must be careful building monuments to ourselves. 

Perhaps the best epitaph on any of our gravestones would simply read, he or she “trusted in the Lord and was a good neighbor.” In the end, it’s about God and others, not about us. That was a message to Solomon and it’s this passage’s message to us. Pride in ourselves and even our country can get us in trouble. When we do great things, we need to thank God for the ability and the opportunity. Humility, which seemed to be in short supply in Solomon’s case as in our world today, needs to be nurtured. It’ll bring us closer to God and help us live in a noble manner while strengthening our communities.  Amen. 


[1]See https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crispus_Attucks.  Attucks is believed to be both Native American and African descent.  

[2] For more on this, see this essay by Russell Moore: https://www.russellmoore.com/2016/01/14/2-chronicles-714-isnt-about-american-politics/

[3] Mark A Throntviet, “1 Chronicles,” in The New Interpreters Study Bible: New Revised Standard Version with the Apocrypha (Nashville: Abingdon Press, 2003), 571.  

[4] 1 Kings 9:1-9. For differences between Chronicles and Kings, see Sara Japhet, I & II Chronicles: The Old Testament Library (London, 1993, Louisville, KY, Westminster/John Knox Press, 1993), 613-614. 

[5] Solomon’s life in Chronicles ends after he ruled 40 years. Then he “went to sleep with his ancestors.” 2 Chronicles 8:30-31. The blame for the split rests on Solmon’s son Rehoboam

[6] See 1 Chronicles 22:6-9 and 29:1-9.

[7] Solomon’s prayer is found in 2 Chronicles 6:12-42.

[8] Japhet, 615. 

[9] See 2 Chronicles 1:14-2:16.

Festival of Faith and Writing and My April Trip to Michigan

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I’m delayed in finishing up this post on part two of my trip to Michigan for Calvin University’s Festival of Faith and Writing. To read part 1, click here. Sorry, but I didn’t take many photos at the Festival.

Friday, April 17, 2026 

Barbara Brown Taylor speaking at the Festival of faith & writing
Barbara Brown Taylor speaking at the end of the Conference

On Thursday morning I first attended a discussion between Robin Kimmerer and Kyle Meyaard-Schaap, moderated by Debra Rienstra. I’VE read all of Kimmerer’s books and have just finished Meyaard-Schaap’s book, Following Jesus in a Warming World.  I also read Rienstra’s weekly Refugia newsletter. The conversation started with an interesting twist. Kimmerer expressed curiosity as to why she was invited to a conference about faith. Not thinking of herself as a faith writer, she expressed interest into why so many Christians seem drawn to her work. Meyaard-Schaap responded that Christians long for a deeper story than we sometimes are fed, and that the Old Testament is essentially an indigenous story. Kimmerer is Native American. 

The 45-minute conversation provided many insights which ranged for what we think about the human body, to the land we inhabit, and to how fear is not sustainable. Everyone agreed in the need theologians to address the ecological crisis.

My second morning session was a conversation between Laurie Halse Anderson and Ayana Mathic titled “Rewriting the Record: Literature, Memory, and the Histories We Inherit.”  Deb Van Denen moderated the conversation. 

My next lecture was by Kiki Petrosing, titled Spell, Ceremony, Miracle: The Literary Narrative of a Lapsed Catholic.” I was especially interested in hearing her conversation having read two of her books of poetry, Bright: A Memoir, and White Blood: A Lyric of Virginia.  I also learned more of her relationship to her mentor, Gregory Orr, as both have tragedy in their past. 

At lunch, I took part of a writing circle focusing on memoir. Courtney Ellis, who along with her husband, pastors a Presbyterian Church in California, led the discussion.  Most of the lunch hour focused on the mechanics of memoir writing, drawing heavily on Annie Dillard and Anne Lamont.  She reminded us of the difficulty of publishing memoirs unless we were able provide a different hook to make our story even more interesting.  This “hook,” can help us create a framework. She also reminded us how we can’t write everything and must make decisions as to what we should cut. As a preacher, she thinks about her stories from the pulpit and won’t include anything which she would feel uncomfortable saying in a sermon. She also encouraged us to write within a community (writing group) to get helpful critique. 

After lunch, I attended the most straightforward “how-to” lecture of the conference. Margot Stenbuck, an editor and author of A Grown Woman’s Guide to Online Dating,” talked about how to pitch non-fiction books. While her outline was straight and organized, with details about the cover letter and what to say not to say, she tied it all together referring to clips from the movie “Hitch.” In a humorous manner, she presented finding a publisher (or editor) akin to finding a spouse.

My closing lecture was Ross Gay, a poet, who describes himself as a student of joy. He mostly drew on his work, Why I Garden, which sold out, but I did come home with another of his book of poetry, Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude.  His readings were enjoyable, but I didn’t take many notes. However, I did appreciate a side comment made between poems as to his indebtedness to Amy Leech’s work. I recently read another of her books and reviewed it here

Saturday, April 18, 2026

I began the final day of the conference sitting in on a discussion between Ross Gay, whom I heard the evening before, and his friend Patrick Rosal.  Not only delightful, but the conversation showed their genuine friendship for each other. They play basketball together but now live far apart so they appreciated the festival bringing them together. Throughout the conversation they told stories about the other and spent a lot of time laughing and causing us to laugh. 

Next, I attended a conversation with Barbara Brown Taylor, an Episcopal priest and college professor. Back in the 1990s, as Taylor began her ascent as one of the great preachers of the generation, I spent a week with her and 12 other preachers in San Francisco. A lot has changed since then as she left the church for the college classroom. For much of this presentation, she talked being “a free-range preacher.”  While she no longer a pastor of a congregation, she still gets invited to preach in churches all over the nation.  She joked about this new role, comparing herself as the babysitter who brings with her a dart board and steel darts.  The other thing which impressed me is how she still draws and relies on her mentor from seminary, the late Fred Craddock.  She mentioned him several times including his saying, “you’re a preacher. You hold the camera; you don’t get in front of it.” 

At lunch, I was with the second meeting of the memoir writing group. Courtney Ellis began with an exercise. We had to give two sentences of a scene from our story. Then, each of us had to ask questions based on those two sentences, to help the writer draw deeper into the story.  After this exercise, she provided a few closing insights into publishing and the role of social media. 

After lunch, I attended a conversation titled “Witnessing What’s There: Writing and Attention in a Wounded World” which featured Daniel Jose’ Camaco and Alejendra Oliva with Alisa Tigchelaar moderating.  The conversation centered around their work as activist writers in a conflicted world of immigration. Then I attended Christine Byl’s talk titled Place and Landscape as Character. Living between Montana and Alaska, Bly has written about her work building trails and living in remote areas. 

The closing plenary lecture featured Barbara Brown Taylor. As always, she was amazing as she spoke about the power of words. As she often does, nature played a role in her insights. She also drew from her recent book, Holy Envy, in which she writes about engagements with students from other faiths through her teachings. Part of her talk she included in a recent Substack post

After leaving the conference, driving back to the hotel and thinking about dinner, I spied Red Lobster. For some reason, I recalled a day of Christmas shopping with my daughter twenty years earlier.  At this point in her life, people thought she was Dakota Fanning, the child music star. Twice that morning, in stores, people had told her she looked like the star. Then, at lunch at Red Lobster, the waitress fawned all over her, again, thinking she was Dakota Fanning. I’m not sure what came over me, but I suggested she sign a napkin Dakota and leave it on the table. While I thought it would be a good joke, my daughter conscience wouldn’t allow it. I pulled in for a late dinner, recalling the events of twenty years earlier, before heading back to the hotel. 

Sunday, April 19, 2026 

Sunday morning, I attended The Church of the Master, which has over the years done incredible work with worship. I have attended this church many times, going back before living in Michigan. Several times when staying with Jack Stewart, we’d attend church there. The last time, they’d just called a woman from Scotland as pastor, and I really enjoyed her sermon. This church also an incredible group of congregants who were the intelligentsia within the Christian Reformed Church. But this time, the preaching wasn’t overly impressive. But I enjoyed other parts of the service. The most unique thing was the detailed bulletin that didn’t name any of the clergy participating. 

After church, I headed to Hastings. While I waited to meet my friend Bob for lunch, I walked along the riverwalk which runs where the old Michigan Central Line used to be. There, along the Thornapple River, was a series of monuments consisting of pages from a children’s book about an owl in Central Park in New York City. At each stop, there was a place for those walking to stop and read. This new feature was dedicated to Jane Arnold, a former 1st Grade teacher from Hastings who was a member of the church when I served this community. I had heard but forgotten that she had died. 

Bob at Cedar Creek
Bob at Cedar Creek

After lunch, Bob and I headed down to Pierce Cedar Creek, where we hiked back in the woods by Cedar Creek, where I had walked and skied or snowshoed many times when I lived in Hastings. The leaves on trees were just beginning to unfurl, allowing the flowers along the ground to put on a display. I estimated nature here is about two weeks behind what where it’s at in the Virginia Mountains. 

Swamp marigold amongst skunk cabbage
Swamp marigold amongst skunk cabbage

It’s always a joy to be in the woods with Bob as his botanical knowledge far exceeds mine. We looked at the small flowers blooming before the forest canopy closed in and shaded the ground. The swamp marigolds amongst the skunk cabbage in the lowlands were especially beautiful. 

That night, we had decided to eat ice cream for dinner at the new Culvers in town. We stayed up late talking. 

Cedar Creek

Monday, April 20, 2026

Jim paddling a canoe in winter
Nim paddling in the bow in winter

On Monday, I met Jim, my winter canoe partner, for breakfast at Richies. It was good to be served by Sandy, who still waits on tables there, and to see a lot of old regulars from when I lived in town. After lunch, I meet with the other Jim, who was my assistant at the church when I was there. He doesn’t get out much these days as he cares for his wife and depends on a walker or cane to get around. 

Afterwards, I called the finance manager at First Presbyterian Church. Nancy lost her husband a little over a year ago from a heart attack just a month after he’d retired. She had planned to retire a year earlier but stayed on a second year to have a place to go and to let the church minister to her in her grief. I had talked to her after Dave’s death, and wrote to her, but hadn’t seen her since I left Hastings. Nancy now plans to retire after the books close this year. 

author standing by his portrait
Standing by my portriat

I dropped by the church to see her, which seemed odd as this was the first time I had been in the church since I left in the summer of 2014. I had called Nancy, the church’s finance manager, to see if I could visit. She seemed delighted and had some time before a 1 PM finance meeting. Nancy has been the finance director for the past 25 years, including all the time I was at the church. She had planned to retire a year earlier, but then her husband who had just retired, died from a massive heart attack. I talked to her afterwards and wrote to her, but had not seen her since that tragic event and wanted to drop by. Nancy insisted on showing me my “full-sized” portrait on a hallway in the church. We talked about old times and how she was doing without Dave, along with what her kids (and grandkids) are doing.  She introduced me to their pastor (the second one since I left). I stayed long enough to greet those on the finance committee, all who were in the church when I was the pastor. 

When I left the church, I stopped for a quick lunch and then drove to South Bend. I picked dinner as I knew I would be boarding the train after the dining car closed. Next, I dropped the rental car off at Enterprise and had them give me a lift back to the train station.  A little after nine, I boarded the train and headed east, running through the towns and cities below Lake Erie. I slept. I don’t even remember stopping in Cleveland. 

Tuesday, April 21, 2026

Selie by train
Selfie by train in Cumberland MD

I woke up early in the morning, just before we pulled into Pittsburgh, watching another familiar area as the train ran along the Ohio River and then over the Allegheny and into the Steel City.  I noticed a bicyclist getting on the train at the stop in Pittsburgh. It was 4:30 AM. Soon, I was back asleep, but at breakfast I talked to the bicyclist who’d just completed the C&O Canal and the Great Allegheny Passage train, which brother and I had done last May. This was his fourth ride on the trail and now headed back to his home to Washington, DC. 

Breakfast became an interesting place to meet folks. There was an attorney who worked for the District Attorney in Austin, Texas. Another woman had spent the past six years taking care of her sister in Salt Lake City, Utah. She decided to buy a rail pass and was heading to Miami.  After a stop in Washington, I boarded the Southern Crescent for the last leg of my ride through the Virginia Countryside. Sitting next to me was a guy named Brandon, heading to Charlotte to see his brother who was in a traveling theater group. Brandon lives in Narobi, Kenya and works as an attorney for the United Nations.  I enjoyed our conversation.  I arrived back in Danville, from where I started a week earlier, a little after 11 PM. 

The Second Commandment

Title slide with photos of Mayberry & Bluemont Churches

Jeff Garrison
Mayberry & Bluemont Churches
Exodus 20:4-6, Deuteronomy 4
June 28, 2026

This version of the sermon recorded on Friday, June 26, 2026 at Bluemont.

At the beginning of worship:

This has been a long and hard week. Thursday, I had an all-Commissioner meeting of Presbytery in Roanoke. I arose up early to get the trash out before driving up to the Star City. When I opened my email, I learned that Loren, the interim pastor between Stewart’s retirement and my coming, lost her husband. 


While in Roanoke, I planned to visit Peggy Slate in the hospital. Peggy ran the Higher Ground Retreat Center, just north of Bluemont. She also kept Wild Goose on track. I texted her daughter to let her and her father know my plans. In the middle of my meeting, I received a text saying Peggy’s kidneys failed and was moving to hospice at noon. 

Then about 2:30, I received another text saying she died, not long after arriving at hospice. I left the meeting and spent time with her husband Guydell and children.

Then, after I got home, Barbara Wagonner texted that Mel Condit, a recent new member at Mayberry, died. For the past several months, Mel battled cancer. He was released from the hospital just a few days earlier. A wonderful addition to our church and community, Mel will be missed. 

I’m older than Loren’s husband, the same age as Peggy, and a bit younger than Mel. Thursday, it hit hard. Our time on earth is short; life is precious. We should make the best of it, and should comfort one another during times of grief. 

Before reading the Scripture:

Last week, we looked at the first commandment which excludes all other gods. Today, we’ll look at the second commandment which forbids any physical representation of either another god or the one true God. At Sinai, the idea of no idols showed a radical departure from the norm. At this time, everyone used art to depict deities. Israel stood alone and offered a new way of looking at God. 

There is only one holy God who must not be depicted in artwork. This doesn’t mean that art is bad; it’s just not to be used to depict the one beyond our comprehension. Instead of knowing God through paintings or sculpture, we meet God in scripture. Even objects in church—from the Bible on the pulpit to fancy windows—must not be worshipped.[1]

In their deliverance from Egypt, Israel encountered the living God, whose reality can be described, and then only partially, with language.[2]  

Today’s text is from Exodus 20, verses 4-6, and Deuteronomy 4:15-20, where we’re given more reasons to have no idols. 

Read Exodus 20:4-6, Deuteronomy 4:15-20

A salty old sailor sat through a sermon at the Seaman’s mission. The preacher went on and on with the dos and don’ts of the Ten Commandments, visibly shaking the old seaman. “What’s the matter,” his buddy asked. “Well,” he said pondering, “at least I ain’t made no graven images.”

God, in the Second Commandment, goes to great lengths to stress the importance of not having idol in any form. Whether it comes from the heavens, the earth or the waters, idols are off-limits. God is creator, not a creature. God is the artist, not the subject of art and therefore is not to be portrayed in artwork, which draws upon the created world. The Almighty refuses to be objectified. If we objectify God, we then assume we can handle God. 

We might wonder why God gets so upset over idols. After all, why would a a great and powerful God be threaten by us worship of something less than himself? Yet, idolatry is always more a reflection on us than upon God; God isn’t threatened by our misguided actions. God has the power over all other make-believe gods and there is no danger of him losing his position as the Creator and the Sustainer of the world. Instead of God taking this personally and being upset, God’s concern is our well-being. 

As Bob Dylan sings, “you’re gonna have to serve somebody.”[3] In a study on the Ten Commandments, the authors note: 

“modernity did not succeed in killing the gods, rather it succeeded in fostering rampant superstition. Modern people like to think that as we become more educated, liberal, enlightened, the less we need to worship gods. No. We appear to have been created to worship…[4]  

We’re created restless, with a longing, an emptiness. We’re created with this desire that we try to fill. God created us this way so that we might see the need to have him fill our restless desire to worship something beyond ourselves. But God wants us to come freely, which means that we will also be tempted to create our own substitute for God. All of us have this desire for fulfillment; idolatry is when we try to satisfy it with something that is less than God.[5]   

Joy Davidson, who would later marry C. S. Lewis, wrote a commentary on the Ten Commandments titled, Smoke on the Mountain. Addressing this commandment, she said“idolatry lies not in the idol, but in the worshipper.” 

The horror of idols is that they’re impotent, they’re without power, and they can give us nothing. Instead, idols rob us of the power we have within ourselves and from God through the Holy Spirit.[6]Certainly our idolatry have become more sophisticated. We gave up on Aaron’s golden calf and miniature statues of Artemis which endeared the Ephesians.[7] But are we putting our trust in God, or in something else? What is it that we worship? What do we do with our desire to connect to something beyond ourselves? Do we go to God or to something less that has only enough power to rob us of a relationship to the living God?

Let’s ask ourselves? What are our Golden Calves today? What keeps us from fully enjoying God? When I look at the walls in my office, I see the various token representations of my accomplishments. I feel proud and might think to myself, “I’ve done some neat things.” Some of you have accomplished a lot more. But when I think, “Gee Jeff, you’re good,” those mementos become first cousins to that sacred cow of Sinai. What is it that we value the most? 

Our accomplishments, our diplomas, our homes, our jobs, our cars and boats and motorcycles, our families? These good things can also be substitutes for God. God wants us to enjoy the finer things in creation, but he alone should be the object of our devotion. Akin to how one spouse will covet a devoted relationship from the other, so God desires our devotion. 

God provides a reason for such a relationship. If we, who have been chosen by God, worship something else, we’re cursed. Yet God offers even more abundant blessings if we keep it.

Let’s talk about this curse. We may think it unfair God’s wrath is not only experienced by the idolater. It extends to his or her offspring for three to four generations. Yet, if idolaters share the wrong message with their children, how will they hear? The message of the idol will be carried on within the family for generations and the barrier they built between them and God will continue. 

Psychologically, this curse plays out in the family systems of alcoholics and drug addicts. There are books written about the phenomena, such as Adult Children of Alcoholics.[8] Someone who is a dependent upon some substance is essentially an idolater. The substance becomes their God. And within their family, because of how people live with and around them, the abuser’s family carries the curse with them. 

John Calvin suggests the curse is not so much the result of God inflicting it, as the absence of God, which allows it to continue.[9]The curse continues until someone says “enough” and invites God back into their life. 

Now, consider the promised blessings. Idolatry brings a curse, but the blessing of faithfulness stands in sharp contrast. The curse continues for three or four generations, the blessing to the thousandth generation. God’s mercy overwhelms his wrath. Surely the Psalmists got it right when he proclaimed, “the Lord is gracious and merciful, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love.”[10] As human beings, we tend to be overly concerned with the wrath of God and the possibility of punishment. We forget how much greater God’s capacity to love is when compared to his anger. John Calvin, in his sermon on the Second Commandment proclaimed that it is “almost against God’s nature” to punish.[11]

God’s love is much greater than we can imagine, hence the reference to a 1000 blessed generations. Think about this. Biblical standards set a generation at 40 years. A 1000 generations would be 40,000 years, which would mean that we’re not yet at the 10% mark for the blessings bestowed on those like Joshua and Caleb who were faithful during the Exodus. The blessings from that era continue!

Surely this commandment means that we are not to depict God in any creaturely way.  But as Christians, we acknowledge that 1400 years after the commandments, God came to us as a man. In other words, God himself chose to relate to us in a way we can understand. Yet, interestingly, we’re not given a physical description of Jesus. The mystery of what God looks like continues! Instead, we’re told that we will meet him when we reach out to someone in need and that we’ll feel his presence when two or more are gathered in his name.[12] God’s incarnation in Jesus Christ doesn’t mean we are allowed to worship a picture of Jesus, even if we had one. But the incarnation gives us a better understanding of the nature of the God we worship and adore. 

Through Christ, we can have even a more personal relationship with God, which is what God longs for and we need. We can’t have this relationship with a piece of art; nor can we have such relationship with a god who’s nothing more than a projection of our own wants and needs. We can only have such a relationship with the living God. Only such a God can offer us salvation and ever lasting life.   

Let me now say something about religious art. This is one of the areas we live out our faith in tension. Our devotion is to be to God, revealed through Jesus Christ. We all have crosses, Bibles, pictures supposedly representing Jesus, but none of these are to be worshipped even though sometimes, if used right, can help us focus more on God. 

In Reformed Churches, if you go back in history 150 years, you’d be surprised to find no pictures of Jesus and no crosses. If the sanctuary had stained glass, it was only decorative; they’d be no pictures of anyone in it. Over the past century and a half, we’ve back off such a strong prohibition against these types of art. However, we should remember no picture representing Jesus is accurate and be on guard that such art does not become a focus of our worship. For the God we worship transcends our abilities to create. And only a God who transcends our limited view has the power to be useful.

Think seriously about how you depict God. Make sure the God you worship isn’t some false god, but the God revealed in his Word, who has the power to create and to save. Amen.

This sermon was edited from a sermon preached in Hastings, Michigan in 2007.


[1] Daniel D. Patrick, The Ten Commandments: Interpretation, Resources for the Use of Scripture in the Church Louisville, KY: WJKP, 2000), 56. 

[2] Duane L. Christensen, Deuteronomy 1:1-21:9, Word Biblical Commentary (Nashville: Thomas Nelson, 2001), 114.

[3] Bob Dylan, “Gotta Serve Somebody” (1979)

[4] Stanley Hauerwas and William Willimon, The Truth about God: The Ten Commandments in Christian Life (Nashville: Abingdon, 1999), 36.

[5] cf, Ronald Rolheiser, The Holy Longing: The Search for A Christian Spirituality (NY: Doubleday, 1999), 3-5.

[6] Joy Davidman, Smoke on the Mountain: An Interpretation of the Ten Commandments in terms of today (London: Hodder and Stoughton, 1963), 38-39.

[7] Acts 19:23ff.

[8] Janet Geringer Woititz, Ed.D., Adult Children of Alcoholics (Deerfield Beach, FL: Health Communications, 1983, 1990).

[9] cf, John Calvin, Institutes, II, vii, 18-20.

[10] Psalm 145:8.  Variations of this theme is found throughout the Old Testament.

[11] John Calvin, Sermons on the Ten Commandments, Benjamin W. Farley, translator. (Grand Rapids, Baker, 1980), 78.

[12] See Matthew 18:20, 25:40.

My Thoughts on Christian Nationalism

Christian Nationalism title slide with two photos: of a cross and a flag

This year we have added a new item to worship titled “A Minute for Theology.”  The congregation gets to ask me questions about theology or the church, and I try to provide a brief explanation. This past week, I tackled a couple questions on Christian Nationalism. What it is, they they’ve only recently heard of it, and if we’re a part of such a movement. Expanding from the notes I made, this is my answer. 

My answer:  Let me answer the last phrase of the question first. No, I do not consider us a part of the Christian Nationalist movement. Speaking for myself, I certainly don’t consider myself a Chrisitan Nationalist. Personally, I think the movement verges on heresy. I see it as an attempt to usurp the Christian faith for political agenda. The Christian faith is built upon a vision from Jesus to bring people of all nations and races together.  As Paul writes, there is no longer Greek or Jew, slave or free, male or female, for we are all to be one in Christ Jesus.[1]

America has often held contrasting ideals. Think of the wonderful words of the Declaration of Independence about freedom and equality. Those elegant words were written by a slaveholder and signed by slaveholders. 

In religion, there is the enlightenment belief which acknowledges the importance of religion. But the Founders of our nation shunned the European notion of a state religion. Enshrined in our Constitution is a clause that the government shall not infringe on our right to worship as we choose and there shall be a separation between church and state. The second ideal in contrast to the first comes from John’s gospel. In America, this became prominent during the First and Second Great Awakening. It’s that Jesus is the only way.[2]  As a nation, we’ve tried to hold these two ideals in tension. But there have always been dissenters who insists they are right while other views have no value.  Such people fail to show the grace a graceful God calls us to show to others.

Let me give you an example. Around the nation’s centennial in 1876, a movement arose to enshrine within the constitution an amendment declaring America as a Christian nation. It didn’t pass. While some Christians supported it, others saw the problem with the amendment and rose up in opposition. 

As followers of Jesus, our ultimate loyalty is to always remains with him and not with a nation, which is a human construct.  Nations come and go.  This doesn’t mean we should not strive to be good citizens of the earthly nation in which we live. However, our first loyalty, our primary citizenship, is to God’s Kingdom. We’re still called to work hard within our nation so that it and the people within it may prosper.  As Jeremiah told those in Jerusalem who were exiled to Babylon,” seek the welfare of the city in which you live.”[3]

Those who claim to be Christian Nationalist see our nation as exclusively Christian. Those who are not Christians are pushed to the side. To find support for such a ideal, they must go back to the Old Testament model of Israel as God’s chosen people. But such a nation ceased to exist in 587 BC, when Babylon defeated them and took many of them off into exile. After exile, the nation seldom lived independently but generally existed under the authority of foreign powers. Even modern Israel is not a nation as set forth by Moses and the prophets, but a secular construct.  While we can learn from the Old Testament, there is nothing in the New Testament about Christians running the government. Instead, in places like Romans 13, you find a lot about us living under the government of a foreign power. 

The New Covenant, established by Christ, expands this idea of the chosen people to include people of every nation and race. This goes back to God’s intention as all people are created in God’s image.[4] As followers of the man for Galilee, we must resist movements like Christian Nationalist who attempt to divide the world up into the chosen (their nation or those who believe like them) and all others. 

While we are to work hard for our nation and those who live within it, we also live with a vision of a new kingdom,. This kingdom began with Jesus, And we’ll belong to this kingdom long after the nations of earth cease to exist. 

Jimmy Hendrix said, “When the power of love overcomes the love of power, we will have peace.” That may be a little simplistic, but we also find truth here. The power of love is to what Jesus calls us. The love of power seems to me to be what Christian nationalist desire. Jesus warns us about desiring earthly power.  That’s a key tenet of the Sermon on the Mount, from which I’ve recently preached 17 sermons. The state has the power of the sword. Jesus also told the disciples that those who live by the sword shall die by the sword.[5]

While the church shouldn’t take a prominent role in the government, as individual followers of Christ we should use our faith to make decisions at the ballot box. And if elected, by serving in the government. But even then, we are called to work for the benefit of all Americans regardless of their faith or lack of faith..  The idea our nation primary  serves a particular religious sect goes against the founding principles of our country. And for Christians, it goes against the teachings of Jesus. 


[1] Galatians 3:29.

[2] John 14:6.

[3] Jeremiah 29:7. 

[4] Genesis 1:27. 

[5]h Matthew 26:52.

Two Houses, Two Builders, Jesus Conclusion to the Sermon on the Mount

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Jeff Garrison
Mayberry and Bluemont Churches
June 14, 2026
Matthew 7:24-8:1

Sermon recorded at Bluemont on Friday, June 12, 2026

At the Beginning of Worship:  

Beginning next Sunday, we’ll start a journey through the Ten Commandments. Ever since the movie with Charlton Heston as Moses came out back when my parents were dating, there have been attempts to have the tablets displayed in courthouses and schools. But just knowing the 10 Commandments doesn’t make us better people.[1] Instead, we need to understand what they mean and integrate them into our lives. As the prophet Jeremiah suggests, we need God to write his law on our hearts.[2] It’s my hope we will gain some insight into how the law should be applied in our lives today. 

But before I jump back into the Old Testament, we’ll finish our review of Jesus’ greatest sermon, the Sermon on the Mount. In a way, this has been Jesus’ sermon on the 10 Commandments, as he reinterprets the law to a new standard. We all come up short. When Jesus finishes this sermon, we understand we can’t do it ourselves; we’re totally dependent upon God’s grace.   

Before reading the Scripture:

Today’s scripture completes the Sermon on the Mount. I’ll read from Matthew 7: 24 through 8:1. 

Let me give you a bit of insight into the Greek used by Matthew here. Jesus draws from both the Old Testament and the virtue tradition coming out of Greek philosophy.[3] In this passage Jesus contrasts the wise and foolish man. In the Greek, the wise man is one who is virtuous. The foolish one is a moros, from which we get the English word, “Moron.”[4] (You may remember that tidbit.) 

A second thing. The last word in the Greek within this sermon is “great.” Throughout the sermon, Jesus encouraged his listeners to strive for righteousness, not greatness. And the ending “great” refers not to an achievement, but to the fall of those who have not built a life with Christ as a foundation.[5] There is a warning here. As Jesus reminded us earlier in the sermon, we’re to first seek the kingdom of God and his righteousness.[6]

READ MATTHEW 7:24-8:1

Did you ever think we’d get to the end of Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount? We’ve been working our way through this passage since the first of February, with a break on Palm Sunday and Easter, and a few Sundays I’ve been away. For those counting, this is my 17th sermon on these three chapters!  

Let me say a bit about the Sermon on the Mount. It’s not a sermon in the fashion we typically think. Instead of standing at a pulpit or on a stage or up on a rock and waving his hands as he expounds upon scripture, Jesus sits. Most likely the crowd stood. Having your audience stand is an old trick which assures everyone stays awake. Sitting down while teaching and preaching was the preferred method for rabbis, as well as Greek philosophers of the time. So, Jesus sits as a rabbi, or a teacher, and instructs his disciples and those in the crowd how they should live.

As we have seen over the past few months, Jesus upsets the apple cart. In the Beatitudes, he speaks of a great reversal: of how the last will be first, of the meek inheriting the earth. He admonishes the crowd to strive for heavenly treasure instead of worldly wealth. He reminds them our valuables will increases our fears as we worry about theft, rust, and rot. 

Throughout this sermon, Jesus raises the bar. No longer can his followers take the Ten Commandments literally, checking off each item as having been observed, and patting themselves on their backs for getting a passing grade. For Jesus tells us that hate is equivalent to murder, lust can be as dangerous as adultery. Jesus also warns his followers about the danger of misleading new converts, how they must watch out for false teachers, and how they should pray privately and not for show. 

By this point in Jesus’ address, he’s managed to offend just about everyone. As they stand on that hill, surrounding Jesus while swatting flies and fanning themselves, they realize Jesus isn’t letting anyone off easily. The rich and powerful are offended. The religious and political leaders are offended. Even the pious, those who dedicated their lives to keeping the commandments are offended. You’d think the crowds would have thinned out, but that’s not the case. They stick around because Jesus teaches with authority. Matthew here drops a hint of what’s to come. At the end of Matthew’s gospel, Jesus proclaims, “All authority on heaven and on earth has been given to me.”[7] The crowds witnessed his authority on the mountain.

Yet, I expect most are unsure of their ability to meet the mark, and Jesus heightens their tension when he acknowledges that not everyone who calls his name will enter the kingdom of heaven. For Jesus, having a saving faith is more than just knowing the right religious language. As we saw two weeks ago, Jesus even warns, in words which send fear into the hearts of any preacher who listens, that some who do great things in his name will find the door to paradise closed. 

A saving faith requires action; a saving faith requires us to take his words to heart and strive to do God’s will. Yes, Jesus wants us to be good. Yes, Jesus wants us to bear fruit. But our good deeds and fruit bearing must be done in accordance with the will of God and not be based upon our egoistic desire to do something great… 

To explain this, Jesus tells a parable about the building of a house. Two guys set out to build a house and, from all we know, both are built equally well. We assume that from the outside, both houses appear solid. To find fault in the one house, you must look at the foundation. 

This isn’t the story of the three little pigs—where two of them become barbeque for the wolf because they use inferior building materials. We assume both builders employ the best construction practices. They select only good and straight lumber. They both use architectural grade shingles. But there’s a difference. One takes the time to set his foundation upon rock. The other guy builds on sand. Maybe he justified this as saving money on excavation. Or maybe he built on a beach to have a great view. Image both guys building equally nice homes. The only difference is that one can withstand the onslaught of a flood while the other crumbles as we’ve seen video in news reports of houses around Cape Hatteras tumbling into the sea.

This parable reminds us of the story of Noah. Noah, a faithful man, listened to God and followed instructions. He found himself safe during the storm in which all others drown.[8] Noah trusted in God, not in the long-term weather forecasts, or even in his ability to save himself. He listened to God. After all, it wasn’t his idea to build a boat. By listening to God, he accomplished far more than he could have on his own.

One thing we should gleam from this parable is the fact the storm came. Both the wise and the foolish experienced the onslaught of the storm. Jesus echoes what he said earlier about how God makes the sun rise and the rain fall on the just and unjust.[9]There is a message here for us. Matthew’s audience, as we see in the opening Beatitudes, probably faced persecution. By recalling this parable, he reminds his readers to be prepared, to have a good foundation in Christ so that when things become difficult, they will persevere. 

To do the will of God is not just hearing God call; to do the will of God is not just an understanding of our duty to our creator; to do God’s will requires that we internalize Jesus’ words. We must make Jesus and his teaching the rule of our lives. The question, “What would Jesus do?” which has become somewhat of a cliché, should become for us an internal compass, directing our lives in a manner that will bring him, and not us, glory.

To do the will of God is not necessarily to do what is popular. In fact, it’s likely to result in unpopular behavior. Think about old Noah—his wife and neighbors complain about that piece of junk he’s constructing out in the backyard. Doing God’s will is not going to help us be seen as “cool.” It may even mean going against what is considered politically correct from any perspective—conservative and progressive. Doing the will of God means we will not base our decision on what would make us popular with our peers, but on what kind of actions honor and glorify God…

So, why should we seek and do the will of God, especially if it’s going to force us to look beyond our self-interest and cost us in social standing? Why shouldn’t we just seek the easy way, to go along with the crowds and to do what is expedient? Why not just take the wide road, the interstate of popularity? It’s the sure way to success according to worldly standards. Why? Because in the end, what others think about us as well as what we’ve accomplished and accumulated on this planet will not manner. In the end, all that will matter is whether we’ll hear the words echoed from later in Matthew’s gospel, “Well done, good and faithful servant.”[10]

Peter was right when Jesus asked him and the other disciples if they wanted to join the crowds who were abandoning him. Peter said, “Lord, where else can we go? Only you have the words of eternal life.”[11]

There were two houses. One withstood the storm; the other fell and great was its fall. So ends Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount. Jesus presents a clear alternative. Follow me and seek to do God’s will and you will persevere through the storms of life and find the door to paradise open. Or don’t follow me and seek to fulfill your own desires and the storms will overwhelm you and the door to paradise will remain locked. Which will it be? Will we seek the kingdom of God? If so, we must seek to do and live in accordance with God’s will. Amen.   


[1] For my take on the 10 Commandments, see https://fromarockyhillside.com/2024/06/27/thoughts-on-the-ten-commandments/

[2] Jeremiah 31:33. 

[3] Most likely, Jesus did speak Greek, but Aramaic. But when translated into the Greek, Matthew uses key Greek terms. 

[4] Jonathan T. Pennington, The Sermon on the Mount and Human Flourishing: A Theological Commentary (Grand Rapids, MI: Baker Academic, 2017), 280.

[5] Fredrick Dale Buner, The Christbook: Matthew 1-12 (1990: Grand Rapids, MI Eerdmans, 2004), 361. 

[6] Matthew 6:33. See https://fromarockyhillside.com/2026/05/03/dont-worry/

[7] Matthew 28:18.

[8] Genesis 9. 

[9] Matthew 5:45. See https://fromarockyhillside.com/2026/03/22/turning-the-other-cheek-and-loving-our-enemies/

[10] Matthew 25:21, 23. 

[11] John 6:68-69

Review of May Readings

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I have been away on vacation and will try to get back around soon and catch up with folks. I’ll tell you more about my travels later, but let me catch up on my readings…

Karen Russell, The Antidote A Novel 

Cover photo of the Antidote

(New York: Alfred P. Knopf, 2025), 422 pages, some photos and notes. (Audible, 16 hours and 55 minutes). 

This novel is set in Uz, Nebraska in 1935, at the height of the Dust Bowl. The story takes place between two well-known events, the Black Sunday dust storm and the flooding of the Republican River. The town of Uz is fictional, borrowed from the home of Job in the Bible. The book of Job comes up frequently in the novel as the people in this town struggle and many leave in response to the drought and dust. Job ends with God speaking through a whirlwind. In The Antidote, near the end, a tornado sweeps through Oletsky’s property. While God doesn’t speak from the storm, the message is clear. 

Russell tells the story of Uz through several characters. There is Harp Oletsky, a bachelor farmer whose crop seems immune to the dust storm destroying everyone else’s fields. Harp lives with his niece, Asphodel Oletsky, an orphan high schooler, who loves basketball.   In town, there is a Prairie Witch, later identified as Antonina Rossi. She can take memories from people, saving them from their unpleasant past. The Sheriff uses her skills at the jail, which in time we learn is a means to cover up misconduct. Her talents allow people to forget the past and avoid being haunted by their deeds.  Another important character is Cleo Allfrey, an African American woman sent by the government to photograph the disaster on the plains. When her camera is stolen, she buys another which has special abilities she only learns after the film is developed. The camera captures views from the past. And finally, we have Harp’s scarecrow and the Sheriff’s cat. Both observe and become involve in that which happens

During the months in which the novel takes place, the Uz girls’ basketball team, even after their coach leaves, wins the state championship.  The sheriff is in a political race. He thinks he has the election in hand because he solved a serial killing of women in Nebraska, one in which the killer places a rabbit foot on the victim’s body. But then, the killings continue and the man convicted of the murders sits on death row with people wondering if he was guilty. 

When circumstances bring together Harp, the prairie witch, the photographer, and his niece, things come to a head. They learn not only the truth of the evil sheriff, but also of their past. Harp retrieves his father’s memories, long stored with an old witch of another town. Learning the truth of his past bothers him. He knows how his family who were forced out of Poland by the Germans in the late 19th Century, But now he’s haunted for they did the same thing, taking land from Native Americans. They also learn of modern racial tensions with African Americans.  Harp envisions a new society addressing the evils of the past. Of course, this vision almost leads to Harp’s murder by those who want to hold on to a mythological view of pioneer families taming the wilderness. 

This is a great book which I almost gave up on because of the supernatural elements in the story. I’m glad I stuck with it. Russell uses language beautifully. Her work raises questions as to how we remember the past and what role it plays in the present. She also provides insight into racism. In an age in which we want to sanctify the past mythologies, she reminds us of that we’d like to forget, and the loss it will be if the past can be whitewashed.  There are other themes, too, within the novel including how people handle loss and face difficulties.  I recommend it and hope to discuss the book with others who have read it. 

For those interested in a non-fiction book on the Dust Bowl, I highly recommend Timothy Egan’s The Worst Hard Time: The Untold Story of Those Who Survived the Great American Dust Bowl.

Erik Larson, The Splendid and the Vile: A Saga of Churchill, Family, and Defiance During the Blitz 

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(Crown: New York, 2020), 584 pages with sources and index.

May 1940 was the worse time to be asked to convene a new government. The nation was at war. British soldiers sent to Norway to fight against the German invaders needed to be extracted. The British Expeditionary Force in Europe faced a German onslaught through the Low Countries, as they attempted to outflanking the French and British armies.  And it kept going downhill as France fell back and many, but not all, of the British soldiers on France soil found themselves with their backs to the sea at Dunkirk. And then France surrendered and the United Kingdom had to deal with their large and modern navy in the hands of the Germans. Shortly after France fell, the bombings began. Tragedy filled Winston Churchill’s first year as Prime Minister.

Larson focuses on this year in his usual detailed style, drawing on the life not only of Churchill, but others around him. We learn about the capable men, such as Lord Beaverbrook, whom he recruited to increase aircraft production. We also learn about his enemies such as Herman Goring, the head of the German Luftwaffe and Rudolf Hess, who attempted an unusual means of diplomacy.  

The reader is also drawn into Churchill’s family and personal life. We learn about struggle with personal finances, his unique relationship with his wife, and the struggle with his children. Churchill had many weird habits such as regular baths from which he worked as the bathroom became crowded with advisors and secretaries. Like Stalin, he also seemed unable to sleep till long after midnight. He enjoyed good food and drink, but he also felt a connection to the people of the nation. Often, after a major bombing, Churchill visited the burning cities and connected with those suffering. This endeared him to the nation. 

Of course, Churchill needed rest and a respite from the trials he faced as a leader in war. Friends stepped in to provide him with various retreats, such as Chequers, which became his home away from home on weekends. 

The reader also learns of Churchill’s hope throughout this dark period that America would enter the war.  He kept in constant contact with American diplomats in Britain, as well President Roosevelt. But America, at this time, attempted to remain in isolation. Congress tied Roosevelt hands. The American President struggled to gain approval to provide Great Britain with old and obsolete navy destroyers through what would become the Lend-Lease act. Of course, that would change in December 1941, with the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. But in 1940 and most of 1941, no one saw the attack on the horizon.  While that attack brought America into the war, the German attack on Russia in June of 1941 helped reduce the pressure on the British Isles. 

This book provides an interesting history lesson, reminding Americans World War 2 started over two years before Pearl Harbor. The book should also provide thoughtful readers a warning of the danger of American isolationism. 

Kyle Meyaard Schaap, Following Jesus in a Warming World: A Christian Call to Climate Action 

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(Downers Grove, IL: Intervarsity Press, 2023), 200 pages including notes. 

I heard Meyaard-Schaap at the Festival of Faith and Writing at Calvin University in April and picked up his book right afterwards.  Coming from a conservative Christian background, he takes on the evangelical wing of Protestantism for ignoring the issues of environmentalism. He even challenges this attitude as failing to live up to their “pro-life” rhetoric.  

Much of the book involves Meyaard-Schaap recalling the “Big Story” of scripture. Moving from Genesis to Revelation, he interprets the Bible as God’s love story for the world. He challenges, with scripture, those who believe God will destroy this world and create a new one. As he points out the passage at the end of Revelation about a new heaven and earth should be translated as a restored heaven and earth. The word used here isn’t the same word we might use for a newly built house. Instead, John in Revelation uses kainos, a word implying that God doesn’t start over but restores his masterpiece (page 59). Just as the world is transformed, so will we. We see this promise in Paul as well as in Revelation. 

Another area of scripture which Meyaard-Schaap focuses is on the meaning of “good news.” He makes the case that Jesus’ message of hope is for the poor in the world, who face the blunt of challenges with climate change. This is true in our own country as the poor often live in the most dangerous places such as next to freeways with exhaust or by chemical plants which spews pollution. But such a crisis becomes greater by those living in places where sea level rise creates a life-threatening challenge. This is another reason for us to be concerned about the environment and pollution. 

In addition to providing reasons for Jesus’ followers to be concerned over climate change, Meyaard-Schaap provides ways that individuals and groups of Christianns can become involved in the debate. He encourages others to join in telling stories of the dangers and of redemption. Finally, he encourages us to be joyful even amidst the tragedy around us. After all, God loves this world and those of us in it, which is indeed good news. 

Tony Horwitz, Midnight Rising: John Brown and the Raid that Sparked the Civil War 

Book cover for Midnight Rising
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(New York: Henry Holt, 2011), 365 pages including notes, indexes, and photos. (Audible, 11 hours and 5 minutes). 

This book sat on on my TBR pile for a while. Reading Horwitz’s wife book on his death brought the book back to my attention. Unlike most of Horwitz’s books I’ve read, this book is void of humor. The books I’ve read by Horwitz (Confederates in the AtticOne for the Road, A Voyage Long and Strange: Rediscovering the New World, and Spying on the South: An Odyssey Across the American Divide), he travels to learn about history and places. While the subject matter may not be very funny, his encounters as he travels can be funny and delightful. With Midnight Rising, he sticks to writing straight history as an academic exploring what some suggest is America’s first homegrown terrorist and others saw as a well-meaning but misguided fighter to end slavery. 

John Brown was a complicated man.  Coming from a strict Calvinist background, he broke with his father’s pacifist views and later moved to Kansas just for the purpose of fighting the spread of slavery. Steeped in the Old Testament stories, he saw himself as a modern-day Gideon, leading a small group of freedmen and slaves to strike a blow against the slave economy of the South. I was amazed Brown had pondered his vision of an insurrection starting in Harpers Ferry, Virginia (now West Virginia) for so long. He even discussed his plan with many other people including Frederick Douglass. While Douglass desired an end to slavery, he felt Brown’s plan foolish and refused to join him. 

But Brown and his sons were gained some support, both from northern abolitionists who financed his operation and a few followers who joined in the raid. They set up in a house in Maryland, north of the city and scouted out the city and countryside before they began their campaign. Many of those who joined Brown knew they would likely give their lives to the cause. Ironically, within Harpers Ferry lived many free blacks. The first death at the railroad bridge at the beginning of the raid was a free black who worked for the railroad.  Brown was able to surprise Harpers Ferry, but the raid began to quickly fall apart as townsfolks took up arms and fought back. Brown and most of his men found themselves pinned down in a firehouse. Their capture came when a contingent of Marines under the command of Robert E. Lee rushed the building. Wounded, Brown was tried while resting on a cot in the courtroom.  Brown and several of his men were executed for their role in the attempted rebellion in nearby Charlestown.  Before his death, Brown predicted the upcoming war between slaveholding and free states, which erupted in 1861. 

This book provides a good study into Brown’s plans and the fatal attack in 1859 in Harpers Ferry.  The next time I visit the town, I will have a better understanding of what happened there so long ago. While the fire house still stands, much of the industrial machinery was removed during the Civil War, leaving the sleepy town without evidence of its industrial past. 

Pentecost, The Right Path, and a Paddle Down the Missinaibi

Title slide with photo of Mayberry and Bluemont Churches

Jeff Garrison
Mayberry & Bluemont Churches
May 24, 2026
Matthew 7:13-14

Sermon recorded at Bluemont on Thursday, May 21, 2026

Theology minute on “Pentecost” 

Bird nest in arms of a cross decorated for Pentecost
Bird nest in arms of a cross decorated for Pentecost at Bluemont Presbyterian Church.

Today is Pentecost. As a theology minute, and before we get to the sermon, let’s reflect on the meaning of Pentecost. The word comes from the Greek for 50. Depending on how you count it, Pentecost is 50 days after Easter. Most of us would count 49 days, so close enough. In some English traditions the day is also known as Whitsunday, referring to the white robes of baptism often performed on this day. 

Pentecost is the day the Holy Spirit descended as in a flame on the faithful who had gathered in Jerusalem, giving the disciples the spirit and the power to begin the church. From a standpoint of the church, the day is perhaps third in importance to our theology, behind Good Friday and Easter.[1] However, it often gets overlooked since many years it falls after Memorial Day, when people take off for vacations. 

Many people wear red on Pentecost as we recall the flames of the Spirit. In most Presbyterian Churches, and in our denominational seal, you’ll find two flames. They represent the flames of the Spirit in the Old and the New Testament. The Old Testament flame was God’s encounter with Moses at the Burning Bush which didn’t burn. In the New Testament, it’s the coming on the Spirit. 

In the Jewish world of the first century, this was a time for pilgrimages to Jerusalem. If you couldn’t make it for Passover, when the Mediterranean Sea was rougher, you’d come for Pentecost or, as it is known in the Old Testament, the Feast of Weeks, a harvest festival.  

As we heard earlier in our reading from Acts 2, Jews throughout the Roman World gathered in the holy city on this day. The empowering of the church encouraged incredible preaching in languages people understood, allowing them to carry back the good news to all corners of the empire. God works in mysterious yet incredible ways. 

Before reading the Scripture:

Today, we’ll begin the ending of Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount. Last week, we saw how Jesus provided those listening to the sermon how they might live a notable life which helped not only them, but the world around them, to flourish. Jesus now moves to his closing in which he gives three eschatology or “end times” warnings to insist those listening to him take his teachings seriously.[2]  All three of Jesus’ warnings contrast two different concepts: gates, prophets, and houses. We’ll look at each set individually, starting today and in my next two sermons.  

Jesus began the sermon with the beatitudes which sounds mellow. Then, in a way, the center of the sermon which we finished last week, focuses on expanding the beatitudes into helpful ways we might be more Christ-like.[3] Now, at the end, he warns us to be careful. A good life is not just obeying the law in a manner others may praise. A good life means we strive for righteous, not just in our deeds, but also in our hearts. That latter part is more difficult.


Read Matthew 7:13-14

Missinabi River canoe trip, 1992
On the Missinaibi

In the summer of 1992, I paddled the Missinaibi River in northern Ontario. The river ends at the James Bay in the sub-arctic region of Canada.  About halfway through the trip, the river slips off the Canadian Shield, a large granite base which stretches from just north of the Great Lakes to the sub-arctic. Where the river comes off the shield, a series of waterfalls and dangerous rapids requires two long portages. The first, at Thunderhouse Falls, is a mile long. The second, around some difficult rapids, is two and a quarter mile hike through a bog. It was a workout.  

Thunderhouse Falls is up there with Niagara. You don’t try to run it. The river, which has been two to three hundred yards wide narrows down into a slot between the rock that in places is less than ten yards across. If you hike up to the edge and to look down, it’s scary to see the force of the water. It’s also so noisy you must yell to talk to someone next to you. It’s so noisy you don’t even hear the buzz of mosquitoes feasting on your exposed skin. 

Thunderhouse Falls

Thankfully, during this trip, the guy who helped me arrange for shuttles and stuff, sat me down with a map and pointed out this rapid and a problem which existed on the map. The map showed the portage trail on the east side of the river, but it was on the west side. Making it even more dangerous for those who didn’t know this, they would have to ferry back across the river at a point where the flow accelerates. A little mistake could easily pull you past the point of no return and you’d be sweep down a mile long rock crushing gorge with a series of good-sized waterfalls. 

The guide suggested after we passed a small easily identified rapid a mile upstream, we hug the west or left bank and carefully look for the trail.[4] We did and didn’t have any problems other than sore shoulders from lugging the canoe and gear overland. I later learned that over a dozen years the misguided map was in circulation, ten paddlers died in the river. 

Had the guide not given us the clues needed, I don’t know what would have happened. Like with Jesus’ teachings in our text today, we must find the right gate and travel on the right path. Moses and a generation later, Joshua, called the Hebrew people to decide between life and death.[5] Jesus issues a similar challenge to those who listen to him preach. The passage today calls us to seek the narrow gate and the hard road. 

But it’s tempting to enter the wide gate and the easy road. But that journey will end in destruction. Think of getting caught in the current on the Missinaibi and drawn down the roaring river toward Thunderhouse Falls. Once the current catches you, it’s hard to make it out before it’s too late. 

With this warning from Jesus, we could be tempted to throw our hands up in resignation. After all, it appears Jesus suggests most people don’t take his path and are bound for damnation. But with these warnings, as he’s done throughout the Sermon on the Mount, Jesus offers practical and not dogmatic advice.[6] He’s not saying, look at all the people bound for perdition. Instead, he encourages us to take the right path. 

We don’t know who or how many are saved. Instead, this passage challenges the idea that we should make our determination on what is right or wrong based on an opinion poll. Don’t strive to be in the majority. Think about this. Jesus may be calling us to join the “moral minority.”[7] Just because everyone else is on a particular path doesn’t mean it’s the right way.

And, the right path isn’t easy. We’ve seen this throughout Jesus’ teachings here. Jesus wants us to follow him, and we know the direction of his travels. Jesus’ path led to Golgotha. His path took him to the cross. Jesus willingly gave up a life he loved for us. And we’re called to be willing to give up our own lives for others. As the hymn The Old Rugged Cross goes, to lay down the trophies of this life for a cross for which we, one day, can exchange for a crown. 

Jesus, at the end of the Sermon on the Mount, calls us to a conversion. We’re to make him our Lord,[8] and be willing to live for him. For, as Peter would later claim in John’s gospel, only Jesus has the words of eternal life.[9] The wide and easy road may look appealing, but that’s not where our Savior leads. Often, we want to take the easy way, along with everyone else, but such a path is not where we’re called as followers of Jesus. The life of discipleship requires us to make Jesus our Lord and to commitment ourselves, day after day, to follow him and not the crowd. 

One of the problems with an over emphasis on making the decision to follow Jesus is that it sounds as if all you must do is confess your sins and invite him into your heart and then your set. But that’s not scriptural. Think about the Hebrew people. When they crossed the Sea, they experienced salvation from the Egyptian army, but still had the wilderness to cross and would spend 40 years there. The Apostle Paul encourages us to work out our “own salvation with fear and trembling,” but Paul also goes on to remind us that God also works within us to make our own work possible.[10]

The gate represents our decision to accept Jesus as Lord. The road represents the ongoing journey, which we struggle throughout our lives as we move closer toward the eternal kingdom. This struggle, as we’ve seen throughout the Sermon on the Mount, involves not just external piety. Obeying the letter of the law, as demonstrated by the Pharisees of Jesus’ day, could be done. But Jesus desires a deeper change within our hearts, as he pointed out repeatedly in the Sermon on the Mount.[11] Our call and our only hope for salvation is to follow him through the tight gate and down the narrow and hard road. Amen.  

photo of Jeff Garrison in the pulpit at Mayberry Presbyterian Church
The video of the sermon shows me in something other than red, today I was wearing red!

[1] I place Pentecost before Christmas because without the church, we’d not even have a reason to celebrate Jesus’ birth. Besides, only two of the Gospels recall Jesus’ birth. Good Friday offers us salvation; Easter provides us with a future hope. These two realities, transmitted to the world through the church, starts on Pentecost.

[2] Douglas R. A. Hare, Matthew: Interpretation, a Commentary for Teaching and Preaching (Louisville, KY, JKP, 1993), 81. 

[3] See https://fromarockyhillside.com/2026/05/17/asking-god-and-the-golden-rule/

[4] There were no good guidebooks to the river in 1992.  Hap Wilson has since published Missinaibi: Journey to the Northern Sky (Erin, Ontario: Boston Mills Press, 2004). Wilson mentioned the deaths at Thunderhouse Falls due to the mistaken map. 

[5] Deuteronomy 30:15-20 and Joshua 24:15.

[6] Hare, 82.

[7] Frederick Dale Bruner, The Christbook: Matthew 1-12 (1990, Grand Rapids, MI: Eerdmans, 2004), 350

[8] Bruner, 349. 

[9] John 6:68.

[10] Philippians 2:3-4.

[11] Jonathan T. Pennington, The Sermon on the Mount and Human Flourishing: A Theological Commentary (Grand Rapids, Baker Academics, 2017), 274. 

Memories of Walnut Hills and Fort Hell

Title slide featuring my 1st grade photo and a photo of Ft. Hell in 1864
My day and siblings on Easter Sunday 1964
House on Bishop Street. My dad with the three kids: Left to right: Warren, Sharon, me

We moved to Walnut Hills in the fall of 1963. It was in town but there were no real hills. Someone may have had a walnut tree, I don’t remember any. I do remember pines and sycamores and sweet gums. The latter’s hard spikey fruit served as make-believe hand grenades in the battles we reenacted.  

Walnut Hills was in the city of Petersburg, but still partly country when we moved there. I attended first grade at Walnut Hills Elementary school and would occasionally walk home from the school to our house on Bishop Street. Petersburg’s suburbs were expanding outward. While a nice working class neighborhood, we were not as rich as those who lived in the big homes along Sycamore Street. Yet it was a good place to be a kid.

Behind our house was an alley; across it was another row of houses and the last street which was named for my brother Warren. Behind those houses, woods stretched all the way back to Carter Road This road’s name came from one of the battles during the Siege of Petersburg which lasted for nine months from the summer of 1864 to the spring of 1865. On Saturdays, my friends and I played Johnny Reb in these woods, covering the same terrain our ancestors fought over a hundred years earlier during that final bloody year of that rich folk war. 

Fort Hell in 1864-65
Fort Hell 100 years earlier. From the internet

At the second Crater Road turn off into our subdivision sat a genuine civil war fort operated as a private museum. Folks who attended church with us owned it, but I don’t remember their name. However, I’ll never forget the name of the fort. Known as Fort Hell, its real name was Fort Sedgwick. When my uncle Frank came to visit, he asked me why they called it Fort Hell. “’cause they really gave the Yankees hell,” I proudly proclaimed. I only vaguely remember saying that, and maybe I don’t really remember saying it at all. Instead, I remember it because Frank kept reminding me of it right up to the time of his death some 15 years ago. 

I later learned that it wasn’t a Southern fort after all, but a part of the Union siege line and at the time was the largest inland artillery battery in the country. In the summer of ’66, after three years of roaming those woods, we moved back to North Carolina. We moved just the nick of time. As we left, workers busied themselves cutting down trees and laying out roads through the woods. The people who owned Fort Hell sold it to developers. Soon, the bomb proofed shelters dug by hand a 100 years earlier faced down bulldozers leaving the ground. The place became a strip mall. By the time we left, the woods in Walnut Hills ceased to exist.

Kids and young families filled Walnut Hills in the mid-1960s. I enjoyed my time there. It was a great place to spend a few years, and it still haunts me. Just a month or so ago, in Ronald White’s biography of Josiah Lawrence Chamberlain, I learned his severe wound occurred along the Jerusalem Road (I think that’s now Crater Road) near Fort Hell. 

Uncle Frank on a tractor around 2010
Uncle Frank around 2010

Check out other posts about my time in Petersburg

Moving to Petersburg

My Great Grandma’s funeral in 1964

Thanksgiving Day and hunting

Remembering George

Title slide with photo of George Gorgan

Last Wednesday we held the funeral for George Grogan at Norris Funeral Home in Stuart. His burial at the Oakwood Cemetery in Martinsville. I was asked if I would make my remarks available, so I’m posting them here. George grew up in Martinsville, where after a stint in the Army, worked for the Post Office. After retiring, he moved up on the mountain and became a beloved member or our community. The location of the funeral in Stuart made it easier for friends from both Martinsville and Meadows of Dan to attend.

The Eulogy: Memories of George

George Grogan
George obituary photo by Norris Funeral Homes

We lost a good man. George came from a small family. Having no children of his own, George Grogan loved and doted on his nephew and niece, Trip and Elizabeth. He gave them other names, “Dude” and “Sug.” He taught them to swim and ride a bike. George took the two of them to the beach and to the pool in the summer. In the winter, he took them sledding. Instead of building traditional snowmen they’d fashioned dinosaurs and dragons and use food coloring to make them more life-like. (There must have been a little bit of Calvin, as in Calvin and Hobbes, in George). He taught Elizabeth how to drive in Oakwood Cemetery, where we will intern his body this afternoon.

As Trip recalls, he was the best uncle anyone could ask for. After all, how could you go wrong with an uncle who joked his Christmas present for you made the list of the top ten most dangerous toys that year! Or when helping Liz with a leaf collection for school, they collected 32 instead of the minimum requirement of 10, far overachieving the rest of the class. Or who took you to all the top movies as they were released. 

George almost always arrived at Mayberry Presbyterian Church before or as I arrived on Sunday morning. He’d bring with him a delicious dish for the brunch after church—sometimes a sweet dish but often some kind of grits. I joked with him about the need to spice up his grits with jalapenos. “No,” he firmly insisted. But he did relent enough to make grits with pimentos the next week.   

One Sunday, I brought jalapenos poppers: peppers stuffed with cream cheese and wrapped in bacon. I planned to egg on George. The joke was on me. He wasn’t in church that Sunday. It turned out this was one of his stays at New River Valley Hospital. I wrapped up two of the poppers in foil and took them up to George at the hospital that afternoon. “Get those out of here,” he laughed as he rose up from bed and pointed to the door. A nurse gladly took them off George’s hands.   

While I couldn’t tease George into exploring spicy food, he was a wonderful cook. And while George may have seemed set in his ways, he was open to change. As a mail carrier who walked throughout the city of Martinsville, George had a great dislike of dogs. They were his nemeses. I don’t know what it is about dogs, but their DNA seems to contain a distrust of mail carriers. 

But after he retired, someone needed a volunteer to dog sit a Lab. George, wanting to be helpful, agreed, and fell in love with the dog. From then on, he always had a dog. The last, which also shows his humor, being Knucklehead. It took me a while to realize that was the dog’s name, not just what he was called. 

Another area in which George held firm was politics. As one friend said, George was one of five people in Patrick County who would admit to being a Democrat. And there was that bumper sticker which left no question as to where he stood. But that aside, Geoge was always civil even to those with whom he disagreed. He never condemned others. George showed us how to be respectful in a world filled with hate. We need more people like George in our world. 

Chicken George sign

George enjoyed joking around and having a good laugh. Who else would relish in nicknames like “Chicken George,” as the sign Mike Gillette made which he proudly displayed on his house. George always had a flock of chickens. Mike also made a sign that read “Chicken Crossings.” Motorist didn’t always abide by the sign as George lost several chickens to traffic on DeHart Road. 

Trinity, a longtime friend , confided to George about leaving a pot of water on the stove. The water boiled, leaving a ruined dry pot. Geroge reassured Trinity that it won’t get any better with age. Charlie runs the kitchen at Poor Farmers. George started his day with coffee and a sausage biscuit from there. Charlie shared a story about George making her an origami ring out of a dollar bill . Then he proposed with it. 

George enjoyed walking the hills around Marby Mill and Rocky Knob with his dog and always appreciated running into friends. Beth Ford tells about how she could never remember his dog’s name. They’d met up on a trail and she called the pooch, Bull Shirt, which bought laughter to George. 

Beth also told me about working the polls in Meadows of Dan and how George would always stop by mid-day on election day with a treat he’d whipped up in the kitchen. He acknowledged and thanked them for their hard work and a long day that starts before sunrise and ends long after sunset. 

This past election, just a few weeks ago, George came in to vote. Exhausted and not doing well, he still wanted to do his civic duty. Beth said they were willing to take a folder with a ballot inside to his car, but he insisted on coming in. He then sat down to catch his breath, smiling at everyone. He allowed her to bring over a ballot. After he voted, he said, “Thank you so much for this.” And those were the last words she heard from her friend. 

Bob Potter tells about running into George at the Dollar General. He was heading into the store with a plate of cream puffs he’d made to give to the cashier on her birthday. 

George was always present to help with Pancake Days and VFW spaghetti dinners. He was up early to grab coffee at Poor Farmer’s Market and to exercise with the morning stretch class. George was laid back and really wanted what is best for our community. 

He was also a caring and nurturing man. He loved his mother so much that on his birthday, he’d send her flowers to thank her for giving him life. And in her later years, after she was confined to a wheelchair, he took care of her. He also helped take care of his older sister during her last days. And even while he was sick during the last months of his life, George took things in stride. 

George's garden
George’s garden. George wasn’t up to doing work here this spring, but he did have his onions in.
George's home
George’s home seems quiet without the clucking of chickens

There’s a lot more that could be said about George. He was an incredible gardener and often supplied fresh flowers for Mayberry Church or brought extra produce to share. I encourage you to share your stories of George with each other today, to honor this gentle giant of a man. 

We will miss him. The best way we can honor George is to learn from his demeanor, to care for others, and to jump in and help our communities thrive. 


Be like George button
Through the effort of Barbara Wagoner, Be Like George buttons will soon be available at Mayberry Church and in the Meadows of Dan community.

Homily for George Gorgan’s Funeral

For my homily this afternoon, I want us to look at the 23rd Psalm, a hymn of confidence which acknowledges the hurt and the pain in our world. But it also reminds us of God’s presence in times of trouble. Listen, as I read the Psalm from the King James Version. 

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to life down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters. he restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou annointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. 

The author of the Psalm, credited to be the shepherd king David, knew from experience God supplied his needs. He experienced first-hand God’s mercy. Using rich metaphor’s, God is compared to a shepherd who leads his flock to fresh green grass and still waters where the sheep might be able to get a drink. George was a shepherd to his chickens, caring tenderly for them. 

Just as the grass and the water restores the bodies of the sheep after a long trek through the desert, the Psalmist experienced such nourishment from God after treks through the desert of life. The God who restored his soul is the same God who restores our souls. Like a good shepherd, God revitalizes our lives when everything seems hopelessly chaotic. God as our companion can transform every situation.

Now this does not mean there is no hurt to be felt in the world. The Psalmist recognizes the deep dark valleys we must cross. A shepherd, experienced at leading his flock up through canyons and gorges, knows of the importance of being there beside his sheep. Where the trail narrows and the cliffs rise steeply on both side, danger lurks behind every bend. But the sheep remember yesterday’s taste of fresh grass and clear water, and trusting the shepherd, move forward in the face of danger.

Likewise, George experienced much trouble over the last few years as his medical challenges grew. George knew his time was short. I saw him last Thursday. He remained in bed and acknowledged the end was near but was okay with it. He trusted his Savior. I saw him again on Monday. He seemed to be doing better. He remained at peace, Although his energy remained low, at times he laughed at something said. His dog, Knucklehead, remained at his feet. At this point the decision was made that he’d be moved into hospice, which happened later that evening. 

In the Psalm, an interesting stylistic shift occurs in the third verse. God is no longer spoken of in the third person as in the beginning of the Psalm. The author realizes during journeys through the valley of the shadow of death that God, like a shepherd, has become more real and more present. Instead of saying, “God is with me,” the Psalmist addresses God in the first-person present tense: “I fear no evil for you are with me.” The author admits, at times like this, he hurts and is afraid, but God is so close that he can address God intimately.

Having acknowledged God’s deeds in the past, the green grass and the still waters which provide of nourishment for our bodies and souls and having experienced God’s presence in a time of trouble, the Psalmist concluded this song with a statement of confidence in God’s future. “Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.”

We can be comforted in God, not because of any myth which denies the existence of pain, but because God promises to be present with us when we suffer. God the Father, having experienced the death of his Son Jesus Christ, knows our pain and promises to be there with us. God the Son, as a man named Jesus, experienced death and knew what George experienced last week as he left this life. Jesus promised we would never be alone. God’s spirit is here with us, just as God’s spirit was present with George, as they moved him to hospice where he would die a day later.  

God’s presence can help us cherish our memories and come to terms with George’s death. Amen. 


George on the back row on Pentecost 2025
George, at his place on the back row at Mayberry Church, Pentecost Sunday 2025. Thanks to Beth Almond Ford for sharing this photo.

To view George Grogan’s obituary at Norris Funeral Services, click here.