by The Rev. Dr. Christy Thomas, Pastor, First UMC, Krum, www.thekrumchurch.com
As July gave way to August this past summer, misery ruled. Searing days, sagging plants, dripping people, closed doors. It always is that way, yet seems to flatten us more each year.
Smell the air now. It’s different. We might even ponder the possibility of sweaters and open windows. Such a paradox! As nature prepares to sleep for winter, people here in the Denton area wake from our summer hibernation, stretch our limbs, step outside and find new life.
New life, new schools, new friends, new routines. And an ancient, unchanging God? I wonder sometimes if we have such trouble connecting with God because we think there is no change in God’s mind. We see it as static, unmoving, even removed from these cycles.
But why would God be changeless when everything in the world we know never stays the same? Sit perfectly still for one minute. Feel your heart beat. Count your breaths. Notice where your hands and feet rest. Check that tenseness in your shoulder muscles. Hear the silence, which itself is full of sounds.
In that one minute, everything changed. Cells died, others were born. Blood moved, digestion progressed. The earth rotated; newborn babies tasted air for the first time; the aged breathed their very last. Lovers kissed, children played, food was savored. Fights broke out, someone starved, and another was murdered. The unethical cheated; the honest mourned. Tides progressed, water evaporated, electrical storms exploded with energy, rivers ran, rain fell, and new stars were born.
All in this minute of silence. Not one thing stayed the same.
God holds this ever-changing world in a mysterious way you and I cannot see or understand. But it happens, and it is part of the nature of God to celebrate change, to create the movements of seasons and the cycle of life and death, to rejoice at the hope of reconciliation and to know sorrow at hateful separation.
This God, unchanging in power and love, but celebrating the change in the created world, whispers to us in our silence. “Be still, my restless one. Be still; know that I am God. Fear not, for I am with you. I will not leave you. An uncertain, ever-changing world finds its stability in Me. Come, find your own center here. I am your rock, your hiding place. Take shelter under My wings.”
New life: found in the changeless and ever changing God. It waits for you to awake, taste it, and make it your own.

television say “Hi Dad!” It’s always “Hi Mom!” We tend to hang on people’s last words. I’m told that soldiers on the battlefield who have been wounded and are about to die, the most frequent last word is “Mother.” The bond we have with our mothers lasts for a lifetime and therefore we are quick to honor and show love for our mothers.