I watched, just minutes ago, the ground outside my window turn white as hail filled the air. A white covering just appearing, blanketing everything with a thin layer of icy pellets. Now, the sun is shining spring-bright. All the greens and leaf-yellows of new growth on the trees and bushes...
By Richard McElroy-- What do I see? Baby chicks hatching! Hot brown grass, screaming, thirsty for want of water...summer chores awaiting...and thinking about meeting my four brothers and sisters. What will I see? It’s been almost two years since my younger sister, my two older brothers...
By Richard McElroy-- I’ve been running my pick-up for years now. It came my way used, with only 18,000 miles on it, some twenty year ago. The age and dings show, but nothing takes away from the heart of the engine and easy power-wheelbarrow-way it gets things done. ...
By Richard McElroy -- I know it’s been a while since we’ve seen one another, but know you are loved, thought about and prayed for often. We all are in the Father’s hands. Whole-hearted! That’s been on my mind and stirring my heart lately. What does it mean...
By Richard McElroy -- Susan and I are so thankful to call GPBC home and you our faith family. In a world where so many tugs and wounds damage every form of community, it’s such a comfort, such an assuring truth, to know that we are loved unconditionally by Jesus and made a part of His...
By Richard McElroy -- These last few weeks have been so bright and shiny. Now we’re into gray, wet and cooler days. People have cheered both, enjoying the best of the heat and the restorative return of the rain. When I look back over our last month and a half together, I’ve seen...
By Richard McElroy -- I am so thankful for you, my Church family. As I slide into the routines of January (work, home, and life), I look forward to the constant rhythm of our gathering together, worshiping Jesus and sharing our lives. I don’t know about you, but the days seem to be coming...
By Richard McElroy -- Past the heart of summer and onto the August calendar flip, time pushes on with a rush, rush, rush. I am so happy we take time to pause as a faith community and head to Barton Park, to camp. There’s a pause and time to gather together. The pace slows down and easy...