By Ward Shope Rinsing my hair of shampoo at 5:30 in the morning, the phone rang to urgently call me...
Sermons
i am n – An Opportunity to Grow
…but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, 4 and endurance produces character, and character produces hope… (Romans...
A Generosity of the Spirit
By Ward Shope I will never be a philanthropist – at least not in the usual sense of the word. ...
Acquainted with Death
By Charlotte Gleason Robert Frost once wrote, “I have been acquainted with the night / I have walked out in...
What Our Friend Ashley Taught Me
By Todd Hill A few years ago, our family decided to join the Fort Washington Swim Club. Little did I...
My Family’s Story
By Ward Shope Several months ago, I sat speaking to my 91-year-old mother about family history. Over the years, I’ve...
Labor Day Reflections
By Ward Shope There seem to be two extreme reactions to work: those who avoid it, and those who adore...
Giving from Weakness
By Sandy Elder The last few months have been challenging for me. I like to be active, I like to...
On My Own
By Ward Shope Recently, in consecutive church membership interviews, Kevin and I addressed the question, “Why should a believer officially...
Time in the New (School) Year
By Jane Highley The new year beckons many of us. The new school year, that is. For many people in...
Send in the Clouds
By Debbie Shope The clouds in New Hampshire have a fearsome beauty. The mountains themselves are magnificent and formidable, of...
Serving in Easton
By Karis and Chloe A couple of weeks ago, a group including both Jr. High and Sr. High youth traveled...
Where Am I Looking?
By Ward Shope Rinsing my hair of shampoo at 5:30 in the morning, the phone rang to urgently call me...
i am n – An Opportunity to Grow
…but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, 4 and endurance produces character, and character produces hope… (Romans...
A Generosity of the Spirit
By Ward Shope I will never be a philanthropist – at least not in the usual sense of the word. ...
Acquainted with Death
By Charlotte Gleason Robert Frost once wrote, “I have been acquainted with the night / I have walked out in...
What Our Friend Ashley Taught Me
By Todd Hill A few years ago, our family decided to join the Fort Washington Swim Club. Little did I...
My Family’s Story
By Ward Shope Several months ago, I sat speaking to my 91-year-old mother about family history. Over the years, I’ve...
Labor Day Reflections
By Ward Shope There seem to be two extreme reactions to work: those who avoid it, and those who adore...
Giving from Weakness
By Sandy Elder The last few months have been challenging for me. I like to be active, I like to...
On My Own
By Ward Shope Recently, in consecutive church membership interviews, Kevin and I addressed the question, “Why should a believer officially...
Time in the New (School) Year
By Jane Highley The new year beckons many of us. The new school year, that is. For many people in...
Send in the Clouds
By Debbie Shope The clouds in New Hampshire have a fearsome beauty. The mountains themselves are magnificent and formidable, of...
Serving in Easton
By Karis and Chloe A couple of weeks ago, a group including both Jr. High and Sr. High youth traveled...