Ginter Park Presbyterian Church

Last summer, as my five sisters and I gathered to see my father through his final days, without spouses, children and various pets to distract us, I roused D...

The thing about Lent is the low notes. OK, it’s probably not THE thing, especially since I don’t mean low notes in a spiritual context - the depths of one’s ...

Last Lecture Series, 2003 - Ann's Explanation: Every year for the last 12 years at UVA, undergraduate students invite three professors to give their “Last Le...

We scrolled all the way down to check: “Telling Our Stories” posted its first entry in December of 2012. As the 20-teens come to an end, we might be shy of a...

Two Christmases ago, my 26-year job had just ended. Last Christmas, I was fresh into a heart condition diagnosis. This Christmas, I’m thinking about Mary. My...

I had a college professor who proclaimed himself to be an Anglophilophobe: a person who fears people who love England. God knows there were plenty of Angloph...

“Serve each other according to the gift each person has received, as faithful stewards of God’s diverse gifts.” 1 Peter 4:10 Fall is upon us. Kids are back ...

I want to know, serve, and love my new church - its history, its traditions, its governance, its people. Mostly its people. I am grateful for the opportuniti...

"Love was His meaning." Dame Julian of Norwich When John and I were weighing our decision to move from Atlanta to Richmond to be near our daughter and son-i...

Recently elected elders, Class of 2022, have been encouraged to make statements to the Ginter Park Presbyterian Church congregation that will reveal somethin...

Seven years ago I was the mother of a baby and a toddler. We live in a neighborhood where the average home costs twice the median home price for the Richmond...

Hi, I’m Diane Estep. I’ve been at GPPC since B.C. - that’s Before Carla. I’m a member now and this will be my second time on the Session. I’m caring for my g...

In reading many of the Psalms, I’ve been struck by the characterization of God as “rock”. In general, the image from the many references to this metaphor (my...

When I was asked to serve as an Elder for GPPC it was an obvious answer, Yes. A few years ago, 2 weeks before I retired from 38 years of banking, I had a hea...

Jess Cook was ordained as a minister of word and sacrament by the Presbytery of the James on June 29, 2019. Despite a very busy week, Jess sat for an intervi...

I don’t think I will ever hear the story of Mary at the tomb in the same way again. Writer Sarah Bessey, dear friend of Rachel Held Evans, read from the Gosp...

Waking up can be hard to do...but it is the only way to move forward in life. My awakening has been gradual. It began in my early years. I have always been p...

IF I WERE A LEAF If I were a leaf, I would stir in springtime and work my way through stem, still curled and tight. Expectant, I would rest and relish sun so...

On the farm, the expectation was that you would see wildlife every day. Mice were ubiquitous, in and outside the house. The mice attracted the occasional str...

Charles Cornwell served as our beloved associate pastor during the mid-1980s. He heard the call to Presbyterian ministry while well-ensconced in a career as ...