Showing posts with label church. Show all posts
Showing posts with label church. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 9, 2025

so many choices... but i chose asbury

I wanted to try out a new venue for me...

Johnson High School, once attended by my niece Emily and nephew Jason...

as it had a 5:30 PM event that was holiday-themed and promised music...

billed as a "Winter Spectacular"!!!

There was also another new venue for me...

Hesse Elementary School, once attended by my nephew Damon...

as it had a 6 PM event which promised several stories in one show...

billed as "Folk Tales"!!!

Then the date for the annual meeting for the members of Asbury Memorial and Wesley Oak had been announced at the beginning of December.

No time had been announced, just the date.

That would again be on Tina Tuesday, a day I reserve for fun.

I hoped the meeting by ZOOM would either be early enough for one of the other events, or late enough to not interfere with either.

Instead, the time was set at 6:30 PM.

That meant both of the new events at the new venues were out.

As a member, my choice would have to be with the church. 

As it was, I was a little late to the ZOOM.

The link sent yesterday had not worked, so I had to check my email to see if a new one had been sent today; yes, of course, there was a late change.

Still, I was there, as can be seen here.

I'm in the top row, second from the left, right next to Rev. Billy.

I was right in time for the report on 'Property', that spoke of the deal the church got on the solar panels installed on the roof.

It also mentioned the need for work on the windows that face Henry Street.

No one mentioned the elevator that had been on last year's agenda.

As the meeting was drawing to a close, I brought up the topic; that led to a lively discussion with Roy Hill of the Finances committee and Tim Steinhauser, with the upshot being that the reason driving its need had been - movement of theatrical props and set pieces from the second floor - had been resolved.

That was because the cost had doubled for the elevator to be retro-fitted to this historic old building.

Good to know!

I also found out the church finances have been bolstered, both by Miss Virginia Holliday's gift ($190 K) and judicious investing of $500 K with Charles Schwab.

Good to know that, too!

All the staff received nice raises and we have a new assistant minister position which is costing about $50,000. 

In fact, the majority of the church's expenses seem to be payroll.

I had not realized that before.

Apparently, it was good that I was there, along with 57 others.

Right place, right time.

i thank You, God.  

Sunday, September 21, 2025

asbury bananas?

Perhaps Banana Ball fever has swept into Reverend Billy Hester's brain.
The title of today's sermon was "Savannah Banana Theology".
Prior to his taking the stage to deliver his message, various members of the choir came up and, literally, played ball in the sanctuary.
Yes, they did!
We had Nick wielding a tennis racket to knock the pitched balls into the crowd, with the promise of a reward for all who caught one of the balls!
Tim was the man in the top hat and tails, three of the older women were in lieu of the Banana Nanas, and there was even a catcher in case Nick missed the pitch.
The choir loft resembled the bleachers over at Grayson Stadium, with a plethora of baseball jerseys and ballcaps on parade!
What a motley crew they were!
(smile!)
The sermon was all about getting folks as excited about coming to church as they were to be going to the circus of a Bananas game.
(Or to a Party Animals game, or a Firefighters game, or a Tailgaters game - they all play by the rules Jesse Cole first introduced to the world about 7 years ago.)
Reverend Billy and Cheri have spent a lot of time in New York City this summer, as they have for the past two years, now that they have their first grandson.
My guess is Billy's been getting an earful about Banana Ball selling out Yankee Stadium on the 12th.
The capacity there is 46,537... and it had been sold out for months for that one game that wasn't even baseball.
So, why was he looking into so many empty seats in the sanctuary?
After all, if folks were showing up in droves to find joy at the baseball diamond, why wouldn't they come to Asbury Memorial to find joy, too?
I was actually surprised by the sermon.
I could tell that Reverend Billy was serious.
He even seemed to get a little emotional about the pews not being full.
Well, I can't speak for others whose presence has been lacking the past couple of years, but I can certainly address why I haven't been there.
Ever since Asbury Memorial Church started mixing politics in with the messages, I've not been comfortable being in the congregation.
I can hear about politics anywhere, and everywhere, else.
I do not come to the church to hear about that topic.
I come to the church to fell better about the world and that's been harder to do for the last two years.
The activists in the congregation have muddied the safe space with the stuff they are slinging.
I keep waiting for Billy to straighten them out about the function of the church, but perhaps I am the one who has missed being part of that change.
I do hope this shift to being a so-called "justice ministry" will change soon.
Until then, I may be watching the service on youtube more often. 
I would have liked to be there in person today for this one, though.
All of my photos were taken from the video of the service.
I had promised Dawn I'd be in Georgetown today, and so I was, to help her and The Koz prep for BYOP.
I'll try to talk with Billy sometime soon about my discomfort with the direction that Asbury has been taking.
I wonder what he'll say?

Friday, August 15, 2025

thrice to the wooded areas we go!

As I told Sherrill Milnes before the show tonight, this is the third time this year that I've been treated to this musical!
The first had been at the same venue as yesterday's SVF13 event, but only middle-school kids were involved.
The second time was at Tybee, less than a month ago.
Good thing I love "Into The Woods"!!!
Mind, I'm not saying that the musical in its entirety was reproduced this time, as that was certainly not the case.
Oh, far from that!
However, of the fourteen songs presented, five were from that one Stephen Sondheim creation.
Impressive!
The First Presbyterian Church was the host site for tonight's "Once Upon A Time: Fairy Tales Come Alive", with the front bedecked with flowers and greenery galore.
'Twas truly lovely!
I had not yet placed the purple cloth bands on the first five rows of pews for the premium patrons before that photo.
I ended up being the volunteer in charge, as Kim left about 20 minutes into our shift.
That was all fine, though, as everyone knew the drill by this time!
After all, there is just one more show before the grand finale party, so we've all become quite familiar with each other and the routine.
The big differences have been with the venue layout and the location of the bathrooms.
The show tonight also had children in attendance, though certainly not as many as there had been at the school venue last night.
How wonderful that there have been $15 tickets to encourage families to come!
Any who were there for the opera would have been treated again to two songs from "Cinderella", the classic they would have known well!
This arrangement was a bit different, though.
Peter Lake sang his part of "Do I Love You Because You're Beautiful"...
then the two stepsisters stepped in with their Lament...
before Ashley Nunez sang her portion of the duet with Peter.
Very nice!
Later, there was a fabulous interaction between Eric Ĺ ebek and James Williams III when their songs as Shrek ("Who I'd Be") and the Shadow Man ("Friends On The Other Side") played off each other.
Of course I just ate all of that up!
I wonder how many of the folks there knew both of those musicals?
Not that I knew all of these fairy tales.
The lone numbers from "Falstaff" and "Rusalka" threw me, but I recognized those from "The Magic Flute" as well as "Hansel And Gretel". 
Nice to have some music I'd not heard! 
 
Thankfully, we were rain-free, too, except for a slight drizzle as folks were slowly heading out afterward to their cars.
That was good!
The last time Savannah VOICE had a festival event here had been in 2019 and there had been pouring rain before and after.
I'm so glad Joan Silver got me involved with ushering for opera!
These two weeks have been glorious!
I understand why John Suchower would go to Europe every summer to follow the trail of operas being performed.
He certainly wasn't going to get that here, back in the 80's and 90's.
Thank you, Sherrill and Maria, for bringing your dream to life in Savannah.

Sunday, August 10, 2025

before - and after - at oldest church

This time, "Voices In Sacred Song" was at First Baptist Church, which has been here on Chippewa Square for 200 years.

I was the first SVF13 volunteer to show up and happened to catch the singers in mufti.

That's Benjamin Sokol, Henry Drangel, James Wright III, Jason Lambros, Lavonya Johnson, Ina Torres O'Ryan, Ashley Nunez, and Samantha Talora, left to right.

That was just before 4 PM.

Flash forward to about twenty past 6 PM.

The last vibrations of Handel's "Hallelujah" still linger from the 103-year-old organ.

Now our line-up has Benjamin Sokol, Ryan Lustgarten, Ashley Nunez, Henry Drangel, James Wright III, Jason Lambros, Lavonya Johnson, Ina Torres O'Ryan, and Samantha Talora.

That means we started with 8 singers and now have 9.

What gives?

Ryan Lustgarten wasn't there for the rehearsal and used a tablet for the two songs he performed; in solidarity, Samantha Talora also used a tablet for their duet.

Very nice, y'all!!!

I did love singing "Hallelujah" with everyone at the end, too.

That's a long-standing tradition at these free gospel concerts.

The best part is watching Sherrill Milnes as he enthusiastically conducts it!

Very nice!!! 

Wednesday, July 30, 2025

at the movies with cc-east!

That's my acronym for Compassion Christian-East!
I was talking about acronyms earlier with Ivan and Peyton.
They were unfamiliar with the word, but they've go it now!
(smile!
Tonight was the last screening in their "At The Movies" summer series.
We only got 4 weeks this year, instead of 6, but it's been a good bunch.
It's been me, Smitty, and Mary these past two movies, as Tony's family has preferred pool time while the two kids are here.
They've missed two sports-themed films.
Tonight's feature was "Forrest Gump", so the marquee talked about 'running', and 'showing up', and 'loving'.
All are definitely words that describe the character played by Tom Hanks!
The film clips we saw concentrated on the love line between 'Forrest' and 'Jenny', but with intersections of 'Bubba', 'Lt. Dan', and, towards the end, their son.
The message was about showing grace toward others, even through simple gestures.
The first was when 'Jenny', as a child on the school bus, said to newcomer 'Forrest': "You can sit here if you want."
The second was when 'Bubba', as a fellow soldier on the bus off to the battle zone in Vietnam, said to late entry 'Forrest': "You can sit here if you want."
Small things truly do carry much weight.
My favorite thing, though, was all the letter-writing that 'Forrest' did.
"Love in the mail," that's what I call it. 
(smile!)
The unspoken message in tonight's sermon was about accepting others as they were, differences and all, just as Jesus did to those in his life.
In particular, this film was about accepting someone with mental and physical handicaps because, as with last week's film, we are all stronger together.
Last Wednesday CC-E gave us "Remember The Titans", a biographical sports story about two football coaches, one black (Denzel Washington) and one white (Will Patton), at a small school in Virginia that was having a serious problem with racial bias.
The year was 1971, the same year that Savannah had problems with that same issue in our schools, as the school zones had been redrawn by the politicians to allow for more diversity in all of the public schools.
I was in middle school and got beat up and kicked on the ground by a group of black students from Savannah High.
Why had they done that?
Simply because I was white and didn't make it to safety inside in time.
Mama kept me out of class for a week, sending me back with Mace in my pocket.
Fortunately, I never had to use it.
Anyway, back to the movie: the school had the black coach take over the football team, and his task was to turn them into a blended force.
He did so by assigning them to rooms together while training, making sure each pair consisted of one white and one black, and thereby ensuring they would have to get to know each other one on one, not as a group.
That made the difference.
Prejudice cannot live outside a nameless, faceless, group.
The guys all found they were stronger together, that their diversity unified them.
What a great message!
Diversity is what unifies us...
as it did for the hobbits, elves, dwarves, and wizards in the first movie...
as it did for the differently-talented people in the second movie...
as it did for the blacks and whites in the movie about the Titans...
as it did for all who interacted with the slow boy from Alabama.
Our differences make us whole.
 
i thank You, God, for this series of sermons and movies.
A fresh perspective always is a benefit.
Time with family is, too. 

Sunday, February 2, 2025

J.U.S.T. isn't my cup of tea

Well, as I said earlier, I hung out at Asbury Memorial Church for the J.U.S.T. meeting, as that's an organization I'd heard about for several years since the pandemic.
The purpose of the meeting was to drum up interest in the group, as well as teach participants about advocacy for a cause.
So, what does that acronym stand for?
Justice Unites Savannah Together.
According to their website, J.U.S.T. is an interfaith group which actively works with local government to improve situations for Savannah's citizens.
It began in 2019, and has taken on four projects since then.
As explained in the primer today, there are several steps that a group needs to take when advocating for change. 
First, determine which problem needs to be resolved.
For that step, specificity is key.
Next, determine which department of the government can resolve the issue.
Then, organize a campaign to inform that department of the problem, to postulate a possible solution, and carry through with contact.
Last, be sure to have a timeline for resolution of the problem.
For example, don't say that veterans need more housing.
Specify which veterans, specify how many veterans, specify where such housing would best be located... and so on.
I was actually surprised at how many novices there were at this informational meeting.
I was even more surprised that so many of them were within ten years of my age.
This was their first time being an advocate?
Really?
I've advocated for research funding for the American Chemical Society as well as for the Alpha Chi Sigma professional chemistry fraternity. 
I've advocated for new national marine sanctuaries as well as support for those already established by the National Marine Sanctuaries Foundation.
I've advocated for One Hundred Miles and for Georgia Conservancy, two organizations that protect Georgia's coast and all life within it.
I've advocated for removal of dyes in children's food, removal of heavy metals in chocolate, and other food issues for Consumer Reports.
I've advocated for better services for senior citizens, including better staffing for government offices that service Social Security and Medicare, via the AARP Advocacy group.
For most of those nonprofit organizations, I have been actively letter-writing and calling elected politicians for better than twenty years.
In addition, I'm Fliss of the Nerdfighters at Kiva, helping to lend financial support, via microloans, to people in other countries trying to better the lives of their families and their commuities.
To date, I've helped fifty-three people enrich their homelands in fifty countries, including the United States of America.
I think I just may have this advocacy thing down pat.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

the three magi in Savannah



An Imam, A Minister & A Rabbi Come to Services...

That was the title from the Congregation Mickve Israel's website for the event yesterday. As that organization was the host of the event, they were certainly welcome to call it whatever they pleased. I know the rabbi there is known for his sense of humor, and that is a very good trait for a man of the cloth to have, regardless of the religion served.

I prefer to regard the event as the coming of The Magi.
Now, before you think I'm referring to the beings mentioned in the Old Testament of the Bible, let me set you straight.
Those "three" Magi (the actual number varies in different translations) were men who studied the stars to gain understanding of the human condition.
These three Magi are men who study religious documents and science in search of a better understanding of the human condition.
Their messages of hope and capability and community are both timeless and timely. Here in the United States of America, where everyone has a guaranteed right to the pursuit of happiness, the race card is repeatedly misplayed of late. Specifically, ever since President Obama - a black man - was elected, a rift has erupted, creating an informal civil war fought on streets and city blocks, in boardrooms and in classrooms, out in public and behind closed doors, between family members and among strangers.
In the last year, there have been repeated incidents in which young black men have been killed by white policemen. The media, in all of its forms, have stoked the madness to a fever pitch across the nation.
Of course, people forget that the media - and I include print, internet, radio, and television versions - is a for-profit business, first and foremost, dependent upon advertising dollars to feed its hordes of "news" gatherers. Advertisers only pay if there is an audience present, so the media tends to report only those choice bits of a story which will create controversy.
What matter is the story is accurate? They can always issue a correction the next day, right?

The problem arises when the majority of people who give heed to the media believe the tales being told are the entire truth.
That is exactly what has been occurring of late, with misinformed groups reacting violently toward businesses and organizations which are not at fault, looting and burning and destroying the livelihoods of many.

This Tri-Faith Service and Discussion has arrived right on time to help lead the good people of this town back from the brink of despair.
The real shame is how few people were in attendance.
The real shame is this is the third year of this annual event and the media said nothing about the event. Not in the newspaper, not on the radio, not on the television, not on the internet. I know this lack of acknowledgement to be true: I have actively searched for any word of this interfaith event for the past four days and found not even a single mention of it.
If not for the bulletin from the church I attend, I would not have known of it and would have missed it, as I have for the past two years.
I am blessed to have been present.
I was even moved to tears a time or two during the service and, later, during the post-lunch question and answer session.
Truly, I was blessed.

Reverend Hester provided the first sermonette. As is his habit, he led with a humorous story about a would-be farmer who sees a message of "P C" and interprets it to mean "Preach Church". However, he was not a very good minister, leading one in his congregation to suggest that perhaps the letters meant "Plant Corn"?
"Pray Constantly" is the most helpful interpretation of the anagram. If we are praying, we are searching for answers outside of ourselves, seeking help from God and all in this universe, choosing to continue to hope.

Rabbi Haas was next. He had led the introductory part of the Tri-Faith Service and, 'up at bat' again, he kept his sermonette brief. He spoke of the prayer in which God is thanked for "bringing bread from the ground". But God doesn't do that, as we know. We have been given the tools of intelligence and creativity needed for planting crops and transforming flour into the staff of life. Those are God-given tools and we must be mindful to use those abilities to solve problems.

Imam 'Ali kept his sermonette shortest of all. His message was simple: One Creator, One Creation (female, not male), One Community. We are all related and have a responsibility toward each other and for each other.

Hope.
Capability.
Community.

I took the above photograph. Rabbi Robert Haas, of the Congregation Mickve Israel, had already removed his stole by the time I approached the three to ask their permission. Reverend Billy Hester, of Asbury Memorial United Methodist Church, welcomed me onto the platform and introduced me to the others. Imam Maajid 'Ali, of the Masjid Jihad Mosque, greeted me warmly and beamed as I snapped the photo.
I am so grateful to these three men for reaching out to the people of Savannah.
To them, I have one message.
Keep preaching, even if only the choir shows up.
The choir always needs practice.
And sometimes, just sometimes, those choirmembers may even sing the song where others may hear it...

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Miss Asbury


Joe Hunnicutt.

Harold Wiley.

Nell Hagins.

When my (then) husband and I first started attending Asbury Memorial United Methodist Church in 2005, they were the three ElderBerries who welcomed us in. Sure, everyone was friendly, but these three went that extra step to personally greet us every time we came.
Joe died in 2009. A World War II veteran, like my stepdad, he was 93 years old. Sadly, his poor health had neccessitated his move into a nursing home, so he wasn't able to make it to the church very often for the last few years of his life. Still, his loss was deeply felt by those of us who knew him.
Harold, also a WWII veteran, died in 2011. He was 88 years young, still passing out hugs in his role as greeter at the church. Those hugs, and his genuine smile while bestowing them, have been missed.


Now, Nell has left, too.
Today, the church held a Celebration of her Life, to acknowledge the many contributions she made to keeping the faith, and the church itself, alive.
You see, at one point, not so very long ago, the church was dying.
Twenty-five members, most elderly, were all that were left. Enter Reverend Billy Hester in 1993, splitting his Sundays between two churches of roughly the same size and age group. With the assistance of the ElderBerries (get it?), he helped turn Asbury Memorial into a shining beacon once more.
Nell's light was a big part of that effort. Whether it was handling the office duties, constructing clown dolls as one of the Busy Bees, or greeting all comers, Nell was a regular Gal Friday.
Not that those were her only areas of activity. I knew her as part of the Hospitality Team in the kitchen, which is where she recruited me into an active role. How better to get to know people than to be serving alongside them?
She was also present at some of the Shekinah Spiral meetings. Those are for women only, encouraging bonding through frank - and confidential - discussions. That was a safe place for me to try to work through the loss of Mama.
Today, all of those groups are still going strong, providing not only spiritual support to the women of the church, but also financial support through the organized sale of personalized clown dolls and theatre tickets for the many productions performed here.
I am glad I was there for this tribute today at the church.
I just wish more of the new folks had known her.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

dunn deal


Our old friend Gladys Dunn attended church services one particular Sunday. The sermon seemed to go on forever, and
many in the congregation fell asleep. After the service finally ended, Gladys walked up to a very sleepy-looking gentleman. In an attempt to be sociable, Gladys extended her hand in greeting, and said "Hello, I'm Gladys Dunn."
To which the gentleman replied, "You're not the only one!"