Mark Hayes Peacock – blogs

Another preaching date has been added to my schedule, this one a return to St.Peter’s Lutheran congregation in Luck, Wisconsin. Today’s Osceola Sun has an article about my coming story reading at the St.Croix Falls Public Library. I’m grateful to the Sun’s editor, Suzanne Lindgren, for her consistent and generosity coverage me. I knew Suzie first as a teen age member of the St.Croix Falls United Methodist congregation I pastored. My first year there (I think it was) she was named Homecoming Queen and she’s done a nice job as the Sun’s editor. The sheer amount of news she manages to produce each week says she works very hard and on top of that she’s the mother of a small child. Kudos to Suzie!

 

My baby brother Greg and his wife, Bunny (aka Doctor Bunny) have been in town the past 24 hours. We “caught up” until late last night, but you know, when you get to be my age, it’s possible you’ll never see each other again. That’s a reality for anyone at any age, of course, but when you get older it’s something you think about when you’ve not seen someone in awhile. We had a nice family lunch today at the Watershed Cafe here in Osceola. I think everyone enjoyed our time together.

I did this morning’s service at Osceola United Methodist Church and things went very well. Their numbers are up and there is a positive spirit about the place, all of which are good to see. They feel good about themselves and I am grateful to God for that.

 

I come away, of course, with the realization that there was much more I could have thrown into the message, things I’d thought about in the wee hours of the morning, things given me perhaps by God but that didn’t get mentioned. When that happens I figure the Lord didn’t need them to be said and I remind myself that the Holy Spirit is in charge. I do wish, however, I’d thrown in a “commercial” for the book reading I’m doing on September 21st at the St.Croix Falls Public Library. I’m hoping for a good turnout then and for books to sell.

I was at St.Peter’s Lutheran Church again today and things went very well. I feel among friends. Elder son, Aaron, left yesterday for Oregon, where he plays today at a very large festival celebrating the eclipse. He–as “Ocelot”–is among the advertised music people there especially for dance. Aaron and his wife, Berta, were here with us for two days before he had another festival up near Ashland, Wisconsin. They are back next weekend and the plan is to have a family get-together at daughter Britta’s in Wyoming, Minnesota. Aaron and Berta return to Portugal on Labor Day. It has been good to see them and to spend time with them.

This coming week is an easier week than the past several weeks have been. We head toward our 49th wedding anniversary next weekend–almost impossible to believe that durability, considering the number of people who were betting against our success years ago, as well as the times we thought we had hit the end of the road. Still, convincing Marina to join her life with mine was the best decision I’ve ever made. (Not that she needed much convincing.) Thanks be to God!

Today I took the morning service at St.Peter’s Lutheran Church in Luck, WI. This is a small LCMC congregation with good people. Turnout was small; sometimes we go for quality, rather than quantity. St.Peter’s receives me well and I feel very welcome. Next week I’m there again and it will be Holy Communion, which has a format that is quite different than the formats I’m used to. I just need to find my way in the thicket of options in their “green book”. The congregation is gifted with a good musician, Sherry, and with Tommy Thompson, Balsam Lake’s police chief in real life but a man who can step in to read scripture in public with understanding and authority. I can tell you from experience elsewhere, this is a blessing for St.Peter’s!

Yesterday I was able to be present for the baptism of Caleb Yeonjun Kim, the infant son of the Korean pastors at the Upper St.Croix Parish. Rev. Tim Berlew did the baptism and Holy Communion services. He’s from Wauwatosa United Methodist and has an easy, graceful manner that went over well. Pastor Kookho has a “fun” sense of humor, which  I think serves him well in congregations that have to pay attention because of his accented English. The place was full and it was great to experience that again in the space that I’d been accustomed to seeing full when I pastored in St.Croix Falls. The occasion’s four-congregation choir sounded good, too. There was lunch downstairs, with one dish featuring Korean noodles in a light sauce. I had the opportunity to greet many people and many faces of people whose names I have yet to learn but whom I’ve seen during the time I guest pastored in those four congregations. And I even sold a book! Overall, I’m glad I could be present for this fine event. The timing was right; I’m booked to guest preach the next couple of Sundays.

I dropped a note to Luck Library’s Librarian, Jill Glover and, after apologizing for forgetting to give her the book I’d promised for the library, I said, “Thanks for setting up this reading. We had a good time.”

Jill responded, “So glad to hear it. The folks at the Museum said it was a successful program. Thanks for offering to do it for our community!”

I read “Little Red Hoodie” to a great group of guys who meet at the Luck Library/Museum. We had a good time, some laughs during the story reading, and a fine discussion afterwards. It’s no secret that we also solved most of the world’s problems in our talking after the reading. It was good for me re-connect with several people I knew a few years ago, as well as with a man for whom I’d done his father’s  funeral. They bought some books, which does help the cause and which I appreciate. May they enjoy all of the stories in the book!

Today marked the end of weekly guest preaching for the Upper St.Croix Parish, which consists of the United Methodist Churches in Grantsburg, Atlas, Wolf Creek and St.Croix Falls. As many of you know, I pastored Wolf Creek and St.Croix Falls for 11 years. It has been good to return and to be so well received. I believe the Lord has helped me with the messages; now, I need only to prepare something each week for the Tuesday Devotional message at Good Samaritan Care Center-St.Croix Valley, where I serve as one of the chaplains.

Today saw more people at Wolf Creek and at St.Croix Falls than on the previous Sundays I’ve been there. There were enough people today that St.Croix Falls didn’t feel quite so forlorn.

I expect to be called for guest preaching at Taylors Falls United Methodist Church during August and September.

I have the next story brewing. It’s set in dry, dusty Fort Thomas, Arizona and it has horses, child brides, harvests, Indians and prejudice. Our police chief read “The Eye of the Beholder” this morning and I have all the police and arrest details captured well. So, there is one story ready for the next Kindle book, with three to go before publication. Ole!

Following services at Central and Atlas United Methodist Churches last Sunday, Marina and I headed to Dancing Dragonfly Vineyards for Joan Solum’s 80th birthday party. We’d not been to this nice facility before and, aside from the noise generated by high ceilings and hard surfaces, we found it to be a nice place for a large venue. Such places are difficult to find around here. Dresser’s Pizzeria catered the food, which was up to its usual good standards.

I did speak about Joan and called her a person of integrity and generosity. Integrity? The story I told went back to 1997 when I was first appointed to the St.Croix Falls/Wolf Creek charge. The St.Croix Falls church’s cleaning lady–I’ll call her Phyllis, just because–wanted a raise (at least I think that was the issue) and Joan was the only woman at the table while the topic got brainstormed. One idea was to give her the raise but cut her hours (the budget was thin). Another idea was to have Phyllis clean upstairs every other week and downstairs weekly–cut the time, in other words. Someone else wanted to work a tax angle that would save the church money. One slick idea after another got tossed out for discussion. Finally, Joan spoke: “We need to do the right thing for Phyllis,” she said. “We need to do the Christian thing.” All the men at the table sat shame-faced; Joan was right. Phyllis got her raise but left soon after to cut down her weekly workload.

Further, anytime I’d go into the laundry Jim and Joan owned in town, Joan would be there, folding someone’s laundry–a bit of extra service for customers. She was a worker, too.

Did I mention that Dragonfly’s “Cha Cha” red wine was quite good?