GPUMC Lenten Devotions - 2026

Easter Sunday, April 5, 2026

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Christ the Lord Is Risen Today – UMH 302

Christ the Lord is risen today, Alleluia!

Earth and heaven in chorus say, Alleluia!

Raise your joys and triumphs high, Alleluia!

Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply, Alleluia!

Love's redeeming work is done, Alleluia!

Fought the fight, the battle won, Alleluia!

Death in vain forbids him rise, Alleluia!

Christ has opened paradise, Alleluia!

Lives again our glorious King, Alleluia!

Where, O death, is now thy sting? Alleluia!

Once he died our souls to save, Alleluia!

Where's thy victory, boasting grave? Alleluia!

Soar we now where Christ has led, Alleluia!

Following our exalted Head, Alleluia!

Made like him, like him we rise, Alleluia!

Ours the cross, the grave, the skies, Alleluia!

Hail the Lord of earth and heaven, Alleluia!

Praise to thee by both be given, Alleluia!

Thee we greet triumphant now, Alleluia!

Hail the Resurrection, thou, Alleluia!

King of glory, soul of bliss, Alleluia!

Everlasting life is this, Alleluia!

Thee to know, thy power to prove, Alleluia!

Thus to sing, and thus to love, Alleluia!

Charles Wesley

Holy Saturday, April 4, 2026

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Family Ties

Read: 1 Kings 19:11-12

My family’s roots stretch back to the East Coast, where four brothers began their journeys. The two oldest stayed connected to that part of the country through their high school and college years, eventually building successful careers as college professors—one in business, the other in pediatrics.

Peter and I, the younger pair, became the Midwesterners. We built our lives in the Central time zone, shaped by the steadiness and groundedness that the Midwest seems to cultivate. Peter remained in Northwest Indiana, and over the years we grew closer—especially after our mother passed away in 2021 and we were entrusted together as co-executors of her estate.

During that same season, Peter entered a difficult divorce, complete with the emotional turbulence that so often accompanies such transitions. Two of his sons distanced themselves, while his daughter stayed connected. In the midst of it all, I found myself stepping in—sometimes by circumstance, sometimes by a calling. I was present when one of the hardest moments came to a head, and from that point forward I stayed close, listening without judgment, offering steadiness, and walking with him as he rebuilt his life. Today he is moving forward with courage, navigating both challenges and new opportunities.

But the deeper story—the one that reveals God’s quiet, surprising grace—is the bond between Peter and our daughter, Katrina. She lives in Mt. Pleasant, and from childhood she has been his favorite niece, just as he has always been her favorite uncle. Their connection has never been forced; it simply was, and it endured.

Peter is a straight shooter—emotionally, spiritually, and even literally, as a skilled marksman and conservationist through Ducks Unlimited. Katrina’s faith expression differs from his, yet somehow they meet on common ground, finding mutual respect and genuine family affection. Throughout his difficult season, her steady presence became a lifeline—an anchor of encouragement, compassion, and family loyalty.

The Lord works in ways we often don’t anticipate. Sometimes His grace arrives not through grand gestures, but through the quiet constancy of a niece who calls, listens, and loves. Their bond is a reminder that family ties, when nurtured by God’s Spirit, can become sources of healing and hope far beyond our understanding.

Dave DeWitt

Good Friday, April 3, 2026

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Finding Joy in Sorrow

Jeremiah 31:13 says, I will turn their mourning into gladness; I will give them comfort and joy instead of sorrow.

I heard this passage in a broadcast today and discovered the meaning of it. We have experienced several deaths of loved ones recently. Most significant to me, of course, was the loss of my father in October, after watching him struggle to be healed all Summer. Our family lived in a state of frustration while multiple medical teams failed to come up with a diagnosis. We spent months in prayers, discussions, treatments, surgeries, and diagnostic tests too numerous to count until he was in too much pain to continue the fight. The day after he passed the doctor called with a diagnosis – metastatic cancer of the urothelial system. (I only note this for the curious who don’t like to be left in a state of perplexity.)

So, as you can imagine, we spent the entire Summer and Fall already grieving for the man he was just prior to the onset of this journey. He was strong and tough and busy, busy, busy. He cared for the yard, planted a large garden, made their meals, did the shopping, was rebuilding a tractor out in the barn, going to sporting events for the great-grandchildren, planning which car shows to attend... A man who was nowhere close to death – at least not on the outside.

Then came the funeral, and it was amazing. It was a wonderful tribute to a very much-loved man of the community who worked so very hard his whole life and served others in many ways. It was one of those services you walk away from feeling good about, even in your grief. He was nearly 89 years old, yet rather than a sparsely filled funeral home, it was packed! They were running out of space to park vehicles that were heading to the cemetery. The luncheon afterward filled the church basement! There were so many stories and laughter and love shared about my father that it pushed that pain and grief aside and brought us joy. We knew that he had touched several lives beyond our personal family network and left a legacy in many others’ lives as well. That is how God’s presence turns our mourning into gladness, and our sorrow into joy.

Now that I recognize it, I can place it into many scenarios. The daughters whose father was not very present in their lives, but who saw a whole different man in the stories of the people who knew him from work whom he had helped along the way. It took their bitterness away and gave them peace instead. The many young friends of my son, who said they’d be in a bad place if Evan hadn’t spoken to them and helped them turn from a dark path. I knew he was a solid Christian, but I didn’t know he was doing that. It was amazing!

I believe you too have seen this if you reflect upon funerals you have attended. God brings these people to us to tell their stories, to bring us the comfort and joy our loved one brought to them.

Debbie Smith

Maundy Thursday, April 2, 2026

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… but I Can’t Place the Face

Read: James 1:22-25

Are you ever surprised by what you see in the mirror?

I know I am – especially since I stopped wearing glasses a couple of years ago.

Photographs are even more problematic. They can show me what I look like from an angle or point of view that I could never have on my own – and they can be even more surprising than the mirror, if you ask me.

“Is that really what I look like?” I’ve thought that many times as I looked through someone else’s pictures.

James tells us that if we’re not serious about our faith, we’re like someone who looks in the mirror and forgets what he saw once he goes away. Apparently I’m guilty of that, from a physical mirror standpoint, anyway.

What I think James is really getting at, though, is that we are all created in God’s image, and the Bible acts as the mirror to reveal what we really look like, not what we would like to think we do.

It doesn’t really matter much what my hair looks like (or doesn’t, if you know what I mean). It’s much more important that I remember I’m supposed to look like my Father. As David might put it, I’m supposed to live and love like Jesus.

Prayer: Father, help me to remember that I’m supposed to reflect Your Light, Your Grace, Your Love so that when people see me, they give praise to You. May the Holy Spirit work in me to make me more like Jesus every day. In His blessed Name, Amen

Charlie van Becelaere

Wednesday, April 1, 2026

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Leave Your Land

Read: Genesis 12:1-4a

The LORD said to Abram, “Leave your land, your family, and your father’s household for the land that I will show you. I will make of you a great nation and will bless you. I will make your name respected, and you will be a blessing” – Genesis 12:1-2, CEB

“Leave your land…” The first words of Genesis 12 immediately catch our attention. In the aftermath of the Tower of Babel, God chooses to covenant with Abram. God does so, because it is God’s choice. Abram is unaware of this call until it occurs. He has lived his life without any inkling of such a possibility. For the people of Abram’s time, you were born in your family’s land. You lived in your family’s land. You died and were buried in your family’s land. But God is a God of new opportunities. God is a God of change. And here now, God is calling Abram to a new land, a land where his descendant would live to become a great nation and be a blessing to others. It seems almost too good to be true, except for the “having to leave my family and my family’s land” part. That may be difficult. Also, Sarah, his wife, doesn’t know anything about this yet. This will lead to an interesting dinner conversation.

And, this may be important, too. They’re old, and they’re childless. When their family and friends look at them, they don’t exactly see “future” in them.

But here’s the thing… God sees the future in them and through them, and that, my friends, is enough. So, it begs the question: What does God see in us that we can’t see yet? How might a future blessing be unfolding among us and through us? When God calls, will we be able to say “Yes” like Abram and Sarah?

Prayer: God of new possibilities, God of new ways, may we never trap ourselves in the status quo. Give us a vision to see the future blessings that you will be unleashing through us. Give us the courage to trust you and your holy way, even when You call us into new experiences, new learnings, and new places. In Jesus’ name we pray, Amen.

Rev. David Eardley

Tuesday, March 31, 2026

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Sharing Grace and Compassion

“But thanks be to God, who in Christ always leads us in triumphal procession and through us spreads the fragrance of the knowledge of him everywhere.” – 2 Corinthians 2:14

Over the last 18 months we have been the recipients of abundant prayer and support through Kathy's medical journey. In both the love of our GPUMC family, other friends, and a network of medical professionals who have cared for her, I truly feel we have been the luckiest people on the planet.

I hope we can spread that same spirit going forward to those of you who have challenging journeys.

Prayer: I offer this prayer to thank each and every person who has shared a kind word or any expression of support. It meant more than you might imagine.
Please help me to share that grace and compassion going forward in all aspects of my life.
In Jesus's name I pray. Amen.

Greg Gardner

Monday, March 30, 2026

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Spreading Cheer

“A cheerful heart is good medicine.” – Proverbs 17:22

Our church has a group of ladies who are the United Methodist Women Cheer Committee. You might be wondering how our committee works. There is no special training needed, just a loving heart. We are a unique ministry that sends cards and makes visits to those who are shut-in and home-bound or may have an extended illness. We also like to recognize birthdays or special events.

This ministry became even more special when one group member (Cathy Cupples) said she would design and make custom cards for us to send. They are spectacular cards.

For Valentine’s Day we prepare Valentine Cheer Bags for church family shut-ins and for the residents of Boulevard Temple Continuing Care Center in Detroit. Our Sunday School children help us in spreading cheer by making loving messages to include in the Cheer Bags. The content of the bags ranges from sweet and savory treats to room decor and hand cream.

These cheer bags brighten their day and remind them they are cared for and not forgotten. A brief visit when the bag is delivered is like sunshine on these cold, winter days. A good thought to keep in mind when you can’t find the sunshine, is to be the sunshine.

Cheerfulness is not only therapeutic for the recipient but also the giver. Mark Twain said: “The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer someone else up.” A cheerful heart makes you a better person and helps you live a life of Christian service. You may not be a doctor, minister, or a therapist but with a cheerful heart you can be like good medicine.

We welcome anyone to join our group of Cheer Spreaders.

Prayer: Heavenly Father keep us mindful of the amazing opportunities you have given us to brighten someone’s life with a small act of cheer. I follow the example of Jesus when I serve others. Amen.

Pat Deck

Palm Sunday, March 29, 2026

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A Place of Joy

One evening, my eight-year-old daughter Lula had two of her closest friends over for dinner. The three third-grade girls were sitting around our kitchen table, giggling and going back and forth about Messi vs. Ronaldo…very serious opinions being shared. My six-year-old, Majid, was also at the table, listening and trying to chime in as much as he could.

As they continued their conversation, I called out from the other room that after dinner I’d need to take the girls home.

Right on cue:
“Nooooo!”
“We want to keep playing!”
“Can we just stay later?”
“Pleeeease!!”

I told them it was already kind of late and that Lula and Majid had church in the morning.

One of the friends announced, “church is boring” and the other friend added, “I don’t like going to church.”

There was a brief, quiet pause at the table. Followed by Lula proudly announcing to her friends, “Our church is really fun!”

Majid then added, “Yeah, we even have a church garden with Farmer Don!”

Lula continued, “All our Sunday School teachers let us play games. And during third-grade Bible class, Ms Emily would hang out on the floor with us. We have so much fun.”

Majid jumped back in “Our pastor even tells sports jokes during church and everyone laughs!”

Both friends were listening intently. One of them replied, “My church is not like that.”

The other friend then asked Lula, “Can we come with you to church sometime?” Second friend excitedly adds, “Yeah, I want to go to your church too!”

Lula’s response was simple: “Everyone is welcome!”

Majid then proudly wrapped up the conversation with, “Oh you guys…and guess what?! After Sunday School we get COOKIES!!”

Listening from the other room, my heart swelled. In that moment, I reflected on how incredibly blessed we are to be part of a church family that embraces children so fully…where faith is taught with laughter, where learning happens with games and sometimes on the floor beside caring teachers, where a church garden with Farmer Don becomes holy ground, and where even sports jokes from the pulpit remind kids that church is a place of joy.

God’s work is so often most visible in the quiet, ordinary moments. It shows up in the patience of Sunday School teachers, the dedication of volunteers, the creativity of those who build youth programs, and the warmth of a congregation that says, “Everyone is welcome.”

This Lent, I am deeply grateful for a church family that nurtures young faith so intentionally. I am grateful that youth are encouraged to feel God’s love being lived out through games, gardens, cookies, kindness, and community. I am grateful that our church is truly a place of belonging and that my children want to proudly share that with their friends.

Ashley Deeb

Saturday, March 28, 2026

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A Son’s Love, Part II

“He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart, yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.” Ecclesiastes 3:11

Over the following months I asked about our sordid family history. From her prodigious quantity of photo albums, I began posting and rotating photos – many unfamiliar – onto a corkboard next to her head. I discovered a cache of farm animal photos, close-ups of cows, a horse, her beloved Belgian dog. I learned that during WWII, my grandfather purchased a farm. My mother didn’t like the farm, the chickens, the horse that galloped to the far end of the meadow as she approached. Being out of town made it difficult for her to visit her friends.

In October, I strung colored lights around her double window. Significantly, we could turn off all the room lights, leaving the soft glow of the colored lights, by which I would read after she fell asleep. By November, Hospice joined in. They liked my mother because she could carry on a conversation.

December: her interactions became fewer, being present, but saying little. I had kept a spiral tablet on which I recorded the days’ events and conversations. One night she abruptly sat up, looked at me straight in the eyes, her pupils black, haunting. “I need four more cows,” she exclaimed, before falling back asleep. Having recorded her usual conversations, I thought she might be losing her way.

A few days later as the staff changed her gown and bedding, at nearly 6:30 am, mother, sitting upright looked me in the eye, a message to give her privacy. Stepping into the nearby bath, I puttered a little; ran hot water over a washcloth. Staff walked behind me into the hallway. I moved to the foot of the bed. She preferred having her feet exposed while sleeping. I wiped her feet with the warm washcloth. Perhaps this was my apology for hanging around.

I sat facing her near the bed. Her head moved slightly, and she died. In those few moments I understood we were a part of something bigger.

One of the aides entered with mother’s morning tea. “She’s dead,” I said to the aide, incredulous, because she had been there only a short time earlier.

My need to record this mundane account stems from “I need four more cows,” mentioned four days earlier. My mother died on December 22, 2010, the date of my brother’s birthday. There is more: Mother’s funeral was December 28, which was her birthday. During her funeral we appropriately sang, “Happy Birthday.” Though not consciously aware, at that time, the “something bigger” evidenced in the position on the calendar of her death and funeral: December 25, three days after she died, and three days before her funeral-birthday. Father, Son and Holy Spirit brought us two together in reconciliation, forgiveness and love.

Michael Calligan

Friday, March 27, 2026

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A Son’s Love, Part I

“He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart, yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.” Ecclesiastes 3:11

It is January 2010. My mother lived in Florida. We had drifted apart; we sometimes spoke over the phone. She had told me about her Pulmonary Fibrosis.

One day, a neighbor of my mother’s called me saying that she and other neighbors had been feeding my mother, and that she had become thin and fragile. I flew to Florida to investigate. It was true: My mother moved about her home dragging the long, clear hose connected to an oxygen concentrator. I asked how much longer she thought she would live. “A year,” she said, without hesitation.

My brother and I returned to bring her back to Michigan in May. We packed the few items she wanted to keep in a rental truck, and her Buick. My brother who lives in Oregon was openly concerned I could not take care of her properly. I offered to escort her to Oregon.

… I found a place for her to stay in Michigan. After visiting several nursing homes observing how the staff treated the residents, one stood out above the rest. The rooms were small; a few had a connecting door to a second room. The choice was rooms 44 and 45. They were very cozy with a TV in one room, viewed a short distance to the adjoining. Settled in, we sat facing one another closely; mother said: “I prayed for 30 years that we might become close again…finally, I gave up. But here you are.”

I was not a religious man, but I was moved by her straightforward comment. I realized my early retirement, rather than being a disappointment, was somehow arranged for this moment.

I was born for this.

Michael Calligan

Thursday, March 26, 2026

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Let There Be Light

“You are the light of the world. A city on top of a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a basket. Instead, they put it on a lampstand and it shines on all who are in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before people, so they can see the good things you do and praise your Father who is in heaven.” – Matthew 5:14-16

Sunday’s service was about (salt and) light. Pastor David spoke about this in his message. The choir sang an anthem entitled “Let it Shine!” and the lyrics of the hymns included words like “this little light of mine” and “It only takes a spark to keep a fire going…”

Last week our church hosted almost 20 unhoused women for dinner, conversation, a cozy bed, and breakfast before heading back to Cass Community Center. This ministry and its outreach offer support to homeless women in transition who are seeking new futures. While one week is not a huge amount of time, it does require intense planning and preparation in order for it to be successful. On Tuesday of last week, the power went out at 1 AM and quickly the church was COLD. There was a flurry of “Plan B” discussion. Memorial Church, scheduled to bring in dinner that evening, graciously offered to host dinner at their church but could not host guests overnight due to the fire Marshall’s restrictions. We knew that something would need to be in place by 4 PM in the event the power did not come on. There was no alternate plan and we prayed fiercely for answers. God responded. Power WAS restored by 4:00 and we were able to host our guests for dinner and overnight as planned.

Admittedly we worried our “light would be hidden under a basket”…we feared our plans would be ruined. But, God had our backs – and as the lights and heat came on we rejoiced and gave thanks that we could carry on. After a brief setback, we “lifted our lights” …so they could continue to shine. While our week offered comfort and hopefully peace for our guests, we as God’s children, realized the privilege of helping others. It was our time to shine that light – and thankfully we could do that.

Marcia Wright

Wednesday, March 25, 2026

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Joy in Spite of it All

Read: James 1:2-6

It’s interesting how different the experience of Shelter Week can be from year to year – or from day to day, for that matter. Sometimes our guests are very quiet. Sometimes they’re friendly and outgoing (I remember playing cards for hours with one lady a few years ago). Sometimes you almost don’t even know they’re there. This year we seemed to have a pretty friendly, talkative group.

Heidi and I spent Monday night at the church – fortunately for everyone, after the power had been restored and the building was getting warm again – and it was, as always, a night to remember.

There was a small group of ladies gathered near the fireplace, talking about everything and anything. It was such fun to hear them express the joy they were experiencing. One lady came in from the hallway and exclaimed that there were books on the children’s bookshelf out there that she had read as a child. Dr. Seuss was lovingly remembered by the whole group.
Then one of the ladies by the fire remarked how she loved watching the flames – the way they move and change shape and color. Another replied how watching the water was the same – always changing, always giving you something new to see.
There were also earnest conversations about spiritual matters, about dealing with their pastor, about dealing with other folks in their church. (There was even a special prayer area set aside in the parlor near the bay window where one lady spent a lot of time on her knees and with her Bible.)

Listening to the ladies at Shelter Week sharing their joy gave me joy too – and when I stopped to think about their living situations, it was all the more amazing.
It made it blindingly obvious that Joy comes from the Lord, not from our circumstances. As David wrote in Psalm 30:4-5:

Sing praises to the Lord, O you his saints, and give thanks to his holy name.
For his anger is but for a moment, and his favor is for a lifetime.
Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning.

What a blessing to see these ladies living out their morning joy throughout the day and night.

Prayer: Father, thank You for Your abundant blessings of Love, Grace, Peace, and Joy. May we live in the light of all You have given us, and all You continue to give us. Amen.

Charlie van Becelaere

Tuesday, March 24, 2026

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Miracles In My Life

Remember the wonders he has performed, his miracles, and the rulings he has given. – Psalm 105:5

In about two weeks I will become a grandmother. I am blessed to be able to be in South Carolina and share the last weeks of my daughter’s pregnancy with her. Every time I see her I am reminded of what a miracle childbirth is. Then this morning I read Beth’s devotion about the solar eclipse. I was lucky enough to be in Cleveland and witness it from atop a 12-story building. The simultaneous sunrise and sunset during the total blackout window was amazing and I remember thinking what a miracle the solar cycle is. But every day there are miracles in my life. The daffodils are blooming outside my window. Yesterday I “attended” church with my friends from 500 miles away thanks to the miracle of live streaming. Last week my grandnephew, who was born 15 weeks early, went home as a perfectly healthy baby, thanks to the miracle of modern medicine.

I have been watching “The Chosen.” One of the themes of the series is the miracles Jesus performs as a way for his disciples and others to understand who He is. The miracles Jesus performed were big ones, bringing sight to the blind, feeding the multitudes, walking on water, and raising the dead. We don’t see miracles like these in our daily lives, but I propose we experience miracles every day. I hope to always see them as just that and feel blessed and appreciative of the gift they are.

Prayer: Gracious God, thank you for the miracles in our lives, the big ones and the small ones. Help us to see them as reminders of your divine power and to strengthen our faith in your plan for all.

Cathy Lorenz
(Editor’s note: This devotion was written last year during Lent, apparently on March 24^th)

Monday, March 23, 2026

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Our Haiti Legacy

It’s been 10 years since a group of us from GPUMC flew to Haiti for a second time. We helped build classrooms at the Harry Brakeman school in the city of Petit-Goave, some 25 miles from the epicenter of a devastating 2010 earthquake.

That return trip provided a huge sense of achievement. The foundation we had built two years earlier was now supporting active classrooms, thanks to follow-up work by visiting crews like ours. We left knowing that the nearly completed rooms we had worked on would soon be ready for use.

Even then, though, we saw signs of a country unraveling. On the Friday before we left, the driver of our van had to dodge chaos in Port-Au-Prince. A runoff election for president was postponed two days before it was scheduled to take place. Citizens, suspecting a rigged vote, took to the streets in protest.

Since then, the country has been the scene of assassination and anarchy. Some 90 percent of the capital is reportedly controlled by gangs.
All of which has left me wondering: Is there anything left to show for our efforts? Not surprisingly, an AI response through Google said the Harry Brakeman school had closed.

Then came a much better report. Dan Hart, our former associate pastor and leader of our trips, checked with an actual human and learned the school is still open.
The news put a flood of memories in a much different light.

That anxious ride through the streets of Port-Au-Prince led us to a Methodist guest house, where we spent our final night in Haiti.

“Does our work do any good?” I asked its director after dinner.
“Yes,” he said, without hesitation. “As bad as things are, they would be much worse without groups like yours.”

Things are now much worse. Yet the Harry Brakeman school still stands, providing education – and hope.

In my mind, that makes our work, the financial support of GPUMC members, and the labor of our fellow Haitian construction workers – Joel, Serge, Maxo, Simon, Edym, Jean-Pierre, Samuel, Emmanuel, and others – more valuable than they were a decade ago.

“Therefore, my beloved brothers and sisters, be steadfast, immovable, always excelling in the work of the Lord because you know that in the Lord your labor is not in vain.” – 1 Corinthians 15:58

Dave Versical

Sunday, March 22, 2026

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Clap

I've always enjoyed poetry. As a young girl, I would collect some favorites and tape them to my bedroom wall. I always felt a connection to the poet and either the simple or more complex words that were put down on paper.

Each year at school, we would have a book fair given by Scholastic Books. [I'm sure many of you remember those!] My mother brought home a book for herself.
I loved the title of it: 'Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle... and Other Modern Day Verse'. Great, right?

Well, I gave my mother, what I felt was ample time to read it, then, me being 8 snatched it and began to read. My father discovered I had it in my room. We began reading them together. Then, as we continued turning pages, we came across, what I remember as a wonderful and beautifully written poem, penned by Marcie Hans in 1965.

Its context reveals truth about man-made over God-made. It shows a comparison over contrast depicted with the two elements. Obviously, written in 1965, we were on the cusp of space voyage with NASA.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I do:

Fueled

Fueled
by a million
man-made
wings of fire –
the rocket tore a tunnel
through the sky –
and everybody cheered.

Fueled
only by a thought from God –
the seedling
urged its way
through the thickness of black –
and as it pierced
the heavy ceiling of the soil –
and launched itself
up into outer space
no
one
even
clapped.

Bravo!
Cathy Cupples

“I planted the seeds in your hearts and Apollos watered it, but it was God who made it grow.” – 1 Corinthians 3:6-9

“The kingdom of God is as if man should scatter seed on the ground...the seed sprouts and grows – he knows not how.” – Mark 4:26-29

Saturday, March 21, 2026

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Be the light

“You are the light of the world. A city built on a hill cannot be hid. People do not light a lamp and put it under the bushel basket; rather, they put it on the lampstand, and it gives light to all in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father in heaven.” – Matthew 5: 14-16

One of my grandson’s favorite Christmas gifts this year was a headlamp from his uncle David. When you turn on the headlamp in a dark room, you can see! It’s like magic for a three-year-old.

Several Christmases ago, Bob gave headlamps to everyone in the family which means that there is almost always one at the ready if you need it. I keep one next to sewing machine so it’s available when I have to clean and oil its innards and another next to my bed. We really are headlamp geeks in this family!

There have been so many times when those goofy headlamps have saved the day. They literally are shining a light in the darkness, which makes the darkness a whole lot less scary.

I thought of them today as I listened to David’s sermon about salt and light. Light pierces the darkness. Light shows the way. Jesus calls on us to allow ourselves to be the light, to positively influence the world by acting out our faith every day.

Being the light means that our deeds matter, that we are serving as role models, if you will, for anyone who is watching what we say and do. The message from scripture is to be proud of our Christian beliefs and act like it every day. By acting out our faith, we will influence others to the values of Jesus.

Prayer: Lord, help me remember that, if I want to live and love like Jesus, I must be mindful about all that I say and do. Help me to lead a life that is built on the values of Jesus

Joan Richardson

Friday, March 20, 2026

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A Prayerful Face

Read: Psalm 27: 7-8

“My heart says of you, ‘Seek His Face!’ Your face, Lord, I will seek.” – Psalm 27: 8

Whenever I pray and direct my prayers to Jesus, I try to see a recognizable face of Jesus to make my prayer experience a little more personal and intimate. I can’t. If I’m praying to God the Father, I’m comfortable praying to God as Spirit. No need to see a face.

For me, what drives my need to see a face of Jesus in my prayers is a Biblical teaching that Jesus is fully human and fully divine. I seek a face for that fully human nature. I haven’t found that face yet, but I keep seeking.

When you pray, do you seek or see a face to converse with? If not, then who or what do you see or sense in prayer?

Prayer: Lord, I seek your face in personal prayer with you. I know I will see your face in the course of time, but a reassuring glimpse now would be a true comfort on my journey until then. Amen.

Mike Bernhardt

Prayer Focus: Seeking Jesus in my prayers.

Thursday, March 19, 2026

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The Gift of Memories

"I consider the days of old, and remember the years of long ago." – Psalm 77:5

It was one of those gorgeous summer nights. Lake St. Clair spread out like a rumpled satin sheet gleaming in the moonlight under diamond chips of stars set in a black velvet sky. It was around midnight, and my husband Kelly couldn't sleep. I suggested we walk down to our patio which fronts the lake and sit awhile taking in the peace and splendor of the evening, watching the lights from the freighters and other boats as they crisscrossed the water. We were about ten years into our marriage at this point and Kelly's health was steadily deteriorating. He began to avoid socializing and seemed to find comfort in sometimes sitting by the lake with me when no one else was around.

We had a wonderful time. We talked about everything – how we met, our first "real" date (on Valentine's Day and one day before I formally joined GPUMC). Our crazy, last minute, thrown together wedding; the reception we had the following summer in the mountains of Pennsylvania. A family cruise we had taken. We talked about friends and family members that had passed away and the fun times we had experienced with those who were living. We talked about sailing and fishing – favorite pastimes for both of us. We relived the happy times we had shared – volunteering at the Great Lakes Maritime Center, weekend trips, buying our first home, then our second. All the crazy pranks he pulled on me; Kelly was quite the comedian and I was quite the easy mark for all his gags.

Suddenly I looked up at the sky and was a bit alarmed. It looked weird – and the color was rapidly changing to a slate gray – I thought maybe a major storm was brewing. Then the truth hit me – we had stayed up and talked all night! It hadn't occurred to us to look at a watch and concern ourselves with the time. The gray faded and dawn began to break – and it was a breathtaking dawn – with whorls of deep coral streaking across a robin's egg blue sky.

I was to recall that night many times during those first long years that stretched out before me after Kelly's death four years later. What a wonderful blessing that after ten years of marriage, we were still so in love and had so much to share that we stayed up all night reminiscing against the backdrop of that beautiful night and blissful dawn! I believe it was yet another of God's many mercies that I was gifted with such a lovely memory to comfort me during the difficult time to come!

Prayer: Dear Lord, help us to see that Your blessings are not just gifts received at specific points in time, but are continuous through memory of them and the comfort and faith in Your goodness they inspire. Amen.

Joyce Reynolds

Prayer Focus: Those who have recently lost a spouse.

Wednesday, March 18, 2026

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An Ode to Oliver and Cooper
(Things Our Little Ones Teach Us)

Read: Psalm 139:13-16, 1 Corinthians 12:4-12

I always say God knew what He was doing by sending me Oliver first.
I had no idea what I was doing, but he brought a sense of peace to everything we did.

Oliver has never been a stereotypical boy in the way of scaling walls or jumping in muddy puddles.
His protection and love are gentle.

I’ve had the privilege of watching him become a big brother twice, and the way he cares for his people is so natural, instinctive, and kind.

Through loving Oliver, I’m reminded that society doesn’t decide who we are. God creates us to be exactly who we are. And living that out with certainty – especially when it looks different than expected – shows courage and strength.

Cooper is only two, so you could say we’re still getting to know each other. Who knows who Cooper will become as he grows. Of course, who we are as toddlers is not who we are at 12 or 20 or beyond.

But today, he is enthusiastic and alive, and along for any ride. He wants to be present. He never wants to miss a thing. And dare I say, he is a stereotypical boy – usually climbing a wall or a piece of furniture.

But through his siblings, he is learning a gentle kind of love and kindness.

Through loving Cooper, I’m reminded that God’s love comes in endless forms – quiet and loud, steady and wild, gentle and bold.

And through loving Oliver and Cooper, I’m reminded that no two hearts are the same –
yet each one reflects God in its own way.
In their quiet gentleness and joyful energy, I see again and again that we are all created with purpose, and called to love one another with tender, serving hearts

Emily Bianchi

Tuesday, March 17, 2026

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Patience and Gratitude

Romans 15:5 states: “Now the God of patience and of comfort grant you to be of the same mind…”

My recent foot surgery taught me a great deal about patience, relying on the help of others, and finding gratitude in these moments.

I am an independent person, hate asking for help, and like to establish my own timelines. Boy, did I learn how important it is to have friends and loved ones who rally to support you! My sister put her life on hold for over a week to wait on me. Wonderful meals were delivered by friends and family. I had to be non-weight bearing for four weeks. THAT was a challenge. There are so many tiny aspects to life that require the use of both feet. Thankfully my home is all on one level. I used a knee scooter to navigate and these factors made a huge difference. But when it came to leaving my home, it was a production to navigate one step down into the garage or front porch-and then reverse it when I returned home. I had to rely on family or friends to take me places until I could drive. Once I had clearance to use my foot in a boot, it was much easier and I felt full of gratitude for the simplicity of that “step” (no pun intended) toward normalcy. Another four weeks and I could wear shoes again and walk fairly well. I am now in physical therapy and feeling stronger every day.

But this isn’t just a health report. It’s taking stock of my blessings, too. Sure, this whole process was inconvenient and sometimes uncomfortable – but the love and support I would never have known otherwise was overwhelming. How lucky I am to have a community of caring people in my life! The physical help, the emotional cheering for recovery, and the prayers all contributed to this beautiful awareness. We can live our lives day to day without much thought to what fills our souls with joy, gratitude – until we are faced with a challenge. So, when we find ourselves facing a speed bump on this road of life, let’s pause and allow ourselves to feel the love of God and his angels on Earth, and take stock in what really matters. In this season of Lent and the preparation for Easter, I am thankful for all that fills my life with love and peace.

Marcia Wright

Monday, March 16, 2026

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Called Back

Read Psalm 25:4-5

David and I took a trip to Ludington last Fall with the dogs. It’s a charming little town with beautiful views of Lake Michigan and its dunes. We were looking for somewhere that we could let our dogs, Jax and Scout, off-leash for some doggie fun time, and were directed about 20 miles out of town to Nordhouse Dunes Wilderness Area.

There were some great hiking trails that ended up at the Lake Michigan shoreline. The hike was through a lovely forested area, and Scout had a wonderful time leaping around and sniffing everything. He especially liked tearing through the woods off the path and rooting through the underbrush searching for critters. Jax, older and wiser, stayed by our side and followed the trail, but Scout would completely disappear for a while when he caught a scent that interested him. We would call for him repeatedly, and eventually he seemed to always find his way back, even though the route was often circuitous.

Our Christian journey can be similar. Sometimes we follow the path, but often we stray and need to be called back. If we listen carefully, God will always find a way to remind us of our true mission of living out the Gospel of Jesus and bring us back to the righteous path.

Prayer: Heavenly Father, thank you for your many blessings including those pets we love. Help us to follow your way of light and love even when we lose our way. Amen.

Sue DeWitt

Sunday, March 15, 2026

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“Blest Be the Tie That Binds”

Our family joined GPUMC in 1985. We immediately joined the choir and made friends with Heidi and Charlie Van Becelaere and Dave and Sue DeWitt. The next Sunday Lisa Thomas asked if I knew how to make lasagna. I said of course. She then asked if I coule make it for 100!

Thus began the lifelong friendships we have cherished. Our children were close in age but attended different schools. They bonded together and their friendships continue to be an important part of their lives.

We started camping together the week after school started and 38 years later, we are still camping on that weekend with more friends and grandchildren. We supported Lisa as she helped organize the first trip to Lake Louise some 35 years ago. Heidi and Charlie shepherded our children through years of youth group helping to guide them through middle and high school. Dave Thomas was always there with support and a smile during all our activities. The ladies were part of the girl crew that painted the hallways, office, pastor and associate pastor’s offices, and the Wesley Room so that new flooring could be laid after the new sanctuary was built.

We have vacationed together, attend work camps, VIM trips, and other church activities. Exploring frying turkeys, homemade corn dogs, angel food cake, wedge salad, and other culinary delights were not only tasty but fun. We have supported each other through toilet training, school activities, illnesses, and crisis involving our children, the passing of our parents, and continue to celebrate our love for each other.

I became ill this past May and had a stay at the hospital, the first in 42 years that shocked us all. Naturally, my beloved Fred, sister Nancy, our boys, daughters-in-law, and grandchildren came to my aid with support, house cleaning, and meals through July. My greatest gift was without asking Lisa stepped in with her nursing skills so that Fred could go back to work and she assisted with steps and showers, treats and compassion. Sue came with our favorite tuna sandwiches and spent time with me sharing stories and listening to my story. She also babysat me when I could not be alone. Heidi and Charlie shared homemade Angel Food Cake made by their daughter-in-law, Mariam, and brought communion. Heidi confessed the real reason they came over was to “see my face.”

We do not see each other as regularly as we used to since our children got married and some grandchildren arrived to take up our time. For sure when the time arises and we need each other we are still there. There have been many blessings since becoming part of this church and I am grateful for these special friends. We would have never met if it were not for attending this church.

Lynn Van de Putte

Saturday, March 14, 2026

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And it was good.

"God blessed them, and God said to them, “Be fruitful and multiply and fill the Earth and subdue it and have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the air and over every living thing that moves upon the Earth. – Genesis 1:28

My joke about Genesis, Chapter 1: If God didn't create humans until the sixth day, who was there on days one through five taking notes? I'll let the theologians investigate that while I just enjoy the beauty of the language, its epic sweep, the parsing of the entire universe into just a few component parts – and of course the eternal contrast between darkness and light.

Although the whole first chapter is a good read, this verse really speaks to me about some of the greatest challenges to humans on planet Earth. When you consider how we have poisoned parts of the planet, packed more punch into hurricanes and wildfires by warming the oceans, and failed to completely corral COVID 19 and its variants (not to mention measles), we might reasonably argue humans have "dominion," i.e., the power to affect "every living thing," but as I recall looking over the complete elimination of New Orleans neighborhoods by Katrina, or seeing the destruction of the Palisades Fire, it would be a stretch to say we have "subdued" the natural world around us.

So I read this passage of Genesis as a grant of stewardship, that is, both power and responsibility. We are capable to subdue or to nurture. Our stewardship gives us choices to create as well as to destroy. We should make those choices carefully, because:
"God saw everything that he had made, and indeed, it was very good." – Genesis 1:31

Bob Rossbach

Friday, March 13, 2026

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He Ain't Heavy... He's My Brother

"I was a stranger and you invited me in…" – Matthew 25:35-40

"... provide the poor wanderer with shelter..." – Isaiah 58:6-7

"you shall open wide your hand to your brother, to the needy and to the poor in your land..." – Deuteronomy 15:11

Billy and Bobby, both my brothers, one older, one younger than me. I have one more brother, Mike, the youngest of the boys.

We were all ball players. And pretty good ones, if I say so myself. Mike even got drafted into the minor league of the Oakland A's. Billy had a great arm and was a catcher. Bobby and I were like Trammel & Whitaker (of the Tigers). I was at 2nd base, and Bob was a shortstop. Mike was a catcher.

There was a five-year spread between Bill and Mike. That meant we sometimes were never on the same teams playing together. But that never stopped us from playing ball when we didn't have a game. We all loved the sport.

Billy, or as we called him, 'Bubba,' was a gentle soul. Very considerate of others. Loved being around people. Rarely complained.

Bobby, or as we referred to him, 'Bob-Slob,' was the prankster. He had a great sense of humor and was always keeping us in stitches.

Mike, or 'Oink' as we called him, was the charmer. He got away with a lot from our parents.

OK, in fairness, I was known as 'Slim'. I followed the traits of Bill, always lending a hand and talking with others. Loved listening to stories and passing them on.

After high school, Bill got caught up in a mess of drug use. And sadly, Bob became an alcoholic.

Mike and I went onto college and later marriage, children....

Bill developed some mental illness in his 20's. And with that he became a different person. But we know the medication had a lot to do with his anger and frustrations. It was hard for him to keep a job. Eventually, he became homeless, by his own choosing.

With Bob's alcoholism there was no reprieve. Sadly, one day in his 20's he was involved in a car accident that killed the other driver in the on-coming car. He was sent to prison for two and a half years for vehicular manslaughter. He never drove again. After his release, he found work as a carpenter. But the battle of alcoholism was too much for him to handle. He stopped working and became homeless, by his own choosing as well.

Having two of my brothers, my dear brothers, homeless was extremely difficult. As a family, we all tried to 'pitch in' where we could. Most times the offers were not accepted. Their pride got in the way. But, that never stopped us. I always knew they were never alone. God was with them always.

In 2014, we received that awful early call that Bob had died in his sleep, frozen to death. He was 53. That was a very painful time for me and our family.

2022, Bill was in the hospital for sepsis and an array of other ailments. He died a few days later. He was 64.

I miss my brothers every day. I think fondly of our great times growing up, throwing rolled-up socks at each other or playing ball in a nearby field. But, I know they both are with our Lord and Savior. That gives me tremendous comfort.

Over the years, I realize I have learned a lot from those two in their passing. The way they lived, the choices they both made. It has not gone unnoticed. My faith has grown even stronger.

I (and Cathy) just finished with our 2nd time volunteering with Shelter Week here at GPUMC. Being with these 20 or so women, I discovered I can remember Billy and Bobby without associating who they were to their homelessness. These women – both years – gave me the much needed courage to face that both of them will never be forgotten.

God rest your souls Bubba and Slob. Glory be to God.

Jim Cupples

Thursday, March 12, 2026

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Delivering Groceries

Read: Matthew 25:34-40 and UMH 481 (the Prayer of St. Francis)

I remember hearing those words: Heidi was talking with Paul Blunden, saying, “Charlie is retired now, he can help you.”

Ah, the joys of being volunteered.

In almost no time at all, though, any resentment moved through reluctance to affirmation; and so my adventure began.

Most weeks I get to deliver GPUMC’s groceries to Immanuel UMC in Eastpointe for their food pantry, and I now look forward to this very important part of my week. Generally I pull up and before I can close my door, there are my three new friends, Beth, Jean, and Gaye, pushing their carts out of the church and right toward my car. Hearing “Hi, Charlie,” and “see you next week, Charlie” makes my day.

Some weeks (like the week after Christmas) my load is kind of scanty, and I feel a bit embarrassed. I try to apologize for the small amount, but my apology is generally brushed off. “Something is better than nothing,” is a common refrain; and I can’t count how many times I’ve been told, “We couldn’t do this without you.” (That ‘you’ means all those in our congregation who donate the food and the gift cards, it certainly doesn’t just mean me.) Like the folks at Immanuel, we spend our money to help fill their pantry, but then they spend their time and effort to empty it again – reaching out and feeding ‘the least of these, our brothers and sisters’ who are in need.

It really is a simple thing, loading those groceries into my car and delivering them to Immanuel – at least that’s what I thought it would be until I was actually doing it.

When I get out of my car and help with the unloading, when I see the carts full of groceries headed into the church, I realize that I’m not just delivering groceries, I’m delivering Love. Thank you for giving me so much Love to deliver!

Prayer: Thank you, Father, for allowing us to be your hands, carrying groceries and Love to our brothers and sisters in Jesus’ name. Amen.

Charlie van Becelaere