Ginter Park Presbyterian Church

There was some real energy for titling this piece “2016 Did Not Totally Suck”. Then Carla pointed us to comments from Wendell Berry, made...

My dad and I drove down to High Point, North Carolina, a couple years ago. We were going to take a look at a pipe organ in a Methodist...

As GPPC embarks upon a new round of self-examination in terms of its future, I am reminded of an earlier time in its life of which I was...

Some months ago I heard a contemporary praise song which had “We love you, Lord” as part of a refrain. It struck me then as shallow and...

Since moving back to Richmond after almost 20 years away, I’ve been surprised at the frequent and visceral flashbacks to my childhood and...

Being part of GPPC is being connected. This means being connected to God, your church family, the community garden, world missions, the...

This past Sunday’s emphasis on Global Mission and Peacekeeping started a chain of reflections for Glenna Finnicum, and she offered us the...

Remember the beginning of the school year when you’d be asked to tell or write how you spent your summer? And everyone groaned. Why is...

On July 14 my twin sister, Terry Pomeroy, died suddenly while snorkeling in Hawaii. We had just returned from a wonderful 11- day trip to...

A grouchy church member complained to the pastor of another church, “I just don’t get anything out of our worship services so I quit...

I’m willing to take most anything as a sign from God. It’s just up to me to recognize it and then (the hard part) interpret it. This...

I’m a very happily married – 29 years – woman with six children.   My family is everything to me, and our lives circle around doing...

I am a recently retired Earth and Environmental Science high school teacher, having taught super young people at Hermitage HS on Parham...

I have been reading poetry in the mornings – not something I commonly do in life. A collection of poetry and prose entitled While Still...

2001-ish, I sat in on a class for Unitarian inquirers – folks exploring the possibility of joining a local congregation. My being a...

When I was younger I used to believe that if I covered my eyes when I was scared I could keep myself safe. As long as I didn’t “see” the...

Now it came to pass that as the time of vacation drew near, a certain member of the church bethought him of cool streams where fish were...

The phrase “come and sing about love” has become a mantra for the musical Godspell. Writer Steven Schwartz tells a story of how the...

My dad was born a hundred years ago this May in Virginia’s rural Prince Edward County. The stories he told when I was a kid tended toward...

PEOPLE!  Everywhere.  The streets were teeming with people, motorbikes, and cars.  People selling merchandise.  Bikes whizzing by in and...