Ginter Park Presbyterian Church

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...

A friend of mine lovingly describes how he met his wife. He was at church choir practice, and a member of the alto section tripped and...

In First Thessalonians, Paul admonishes us to “pray without ceasing.” I have my own set of problems with some of Paul’s assertions, often...

This starts with me sneaking into church. Not in 1981, when I snuck back into church after a 10-year absence. This was two Sundays ago,...

The year in blogspeak: God spoke to me directly and clearly. I would have preferred a ‘yes’ to my ‘no’, but experiencing physically the...

A simple story of telling the most amazing story: To conclude our Lovefeast, the choir joins the congregation, the congregation becomes...

Does anything say “white male” more perfectly and ironically than a choral setting of the Magnificat? This question popped into my head...

I have loved being an intern with this congregation! I have learned more already than I ever expected and have been a part of several...

When I was asked if there might be some reflections I could share with you after my recent race, the New York City Marathon, I had some ideas running (pun intended) around my head. A few hours after I began writing that piece, the world changed. The City of Light went dark. I spent the better part of Saturday morning trying to share my reflections on the different neighborhoods of New York, my recent experience in the Social Security Administration office and how we all belon

Somewhere in the depths of my computer storage I have a picture of my daughter at 5 or 6 years old walking by herself down our street and...

Have you ever tried to dig a hole to China? When I was a kid, I spent a lot of time at the beach and every now and again I’d try to dig...

Melinda Mottley was well into the draft of “her story” when Margaret Sydnor’s account of teaching in the city’s public schools appeared...

Longtime GPPC member Margaret Sydnor (shown with husband Jim in the mid-1980s) recently shared a rich and unblinking ten-page memoir of...

“Well, my story makes me feel rather small” was one of the first things I blurted out in response to Carla’s request for us each to...

I was talking with a fellow Eagle Scout last night. We were both feeling saddened by what should have been a heart-warming image we saw on Facebook: boys and their dad dressed in scout uniforms. But the uniforms were not Boy Scouts of America uniforms; they were uniforms of the newly-formed Trail Life scouting program. Now, I have watched the BSA’s discernment surrounding homosexuality with great interest and a fair amount of sympathy. I loved my ten-plus years in the scoutin