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Amy Jacks Dean

I March With Them

I March With Them

After a few people asked why I was going to participate in the Women’s March on Charlotte, and why was it called a "March for Women" as opposed to a "March for All", I decided that I needed to respond. So I have taken portions of emails I wrote in response to those questions and turned them into this blog post. I am very well aware that everyone that marched will answer the question differently. I can only tell my story.  -Amy

Praying for Peace

Praying for Peace

Today is the International Day of Peace. 

And now chaos has come to our own Queen City here in Charlotte, NC. But it didn't just arrive 24 hours ago. It's been brewing here like it brews everywhere. Yesterday it just became clear and plain for all to see. 

And so, when we don't know what else to do, we gather. 

Bringing Us Together

Bringing Us Together

Let us commit ourselves to get to know each other more and more - to share our lives together in this place we call Church. Thanks be to God for Taryn and all of the Greene Family for helping to bring us together.

Be at Peace

Be at Peace

From Amy Jacks Dean, Co-Pastor Park Road Baptist Church:

This Sunday, as we do every Sunday, I will share with the Park Road congregation our Assurance of Pardon:

"You are loved. You are forgiven. BE AT PEACE."

But how in the world can we be at Peace after watching the videos of the shooting of black members of our human family, followed by anger boiling into a rage that lets loose a random retaliation killing of innocent police officers?

God, forgive us. And God help us.

As a preparation for worship this Sunday, perhaps we can all start ahead of time praying our Prayer of Confession for Sunday:

"We live in the shadow of peace, O God, but too often we face the shadow and not the light. We pray for peace today because we know we are not a whole people without it. Forgive us our warring madness, our abuse of power, and our disregard of the rights of others. Lift from us the burden of the need always to be in control. Teach us the ways of mutual love for all people. Help us to give peace a chance. Amen."

— Paul B. Robinson

Have a Blessed Doubt

Have a Blessed Doubt

I went to our Deacons’ meeting and some Sunday School classes one Sunday morning and said, “Tell me what you doubt about God.” This is what they told me.

State of the Church - 2015

State of the Church - 2015

 

Recently, as a matter of fact it was just yesterday morning at Caribou Coffee, when Russ and I were meeting with some recent visitors - a young couple with a young child – and they said, “We have a few questions for you.” I just love that. They had done their homework about us: visited, gone to the website, read a few blogs, and now they came with questions. Their leading question was so good: “Where do you see your church in the next 5-10 years?” What a great question. In the next 5-10 years, their son will be in middle school and then high school. We sat back in our chairs a bit to answer carefully. 

 

My response to Governor McCrory:  "Fear not."

My response to Governor McCrory: "Fear not."

It takes work to overcome our fears. Daily, persistent, intentional WORK. You have to decide not to be afraid. You have to take deep breaths, utter phrases that are filled with Truth rather than propaganda over and over to yourself, and then push yourself to press through the fear and decide to live life to the fullest.

5 Stars for our Child Development Center

5 Stars for our Child Development Center

We will take those 5 Stars and celebrate! But the number of stars will never fully show what it takes to care for children. That takes love and can only truly be measured by the heart. Our CDC has heart.

Fear Will Not Keep Us Away

Fear Will Not Keep Us Away

Tomorrow we will gather. As usual. We need to be gathering more. Not less. In Charleston, in a church, the people gathered for Bible study and for prayer. They will keep gathering - and so will we. 

Nostalgia, gratitude, and the most important job I've ever had

Nostalgia, gratitude, and the most important job I've ever had

It is the job of all parents to teach their children about faith. And those who are members of churches have chosen to tackle that job in community,.  I believe that is the best decision you could have made. And I wonder, when your children graduate, will you be able to list all these things in which your children have participated that have helped to guide and mold them into faithful disciples? I hope so. Parenting is the most important job you will ever have.

He is Risen!   So What?

He is Risen! So What?

 I can’t think of a better Easter message than to decide to accept all people as children of God.  Period.  God is the God of all.  That is the Easter message.  But are we ready to go from Easter service living like we believe it?

Thanks be to God for People who Knit and Sew and Crochet

Thanks be to God for People who Knit and Sew and Crochet

They knit, they crochet, they sew. And in so-doing, they are bringing healing, hope and comfort to those who grieve and those who are sick. They bring peace to those who are lonely or afraid. Their prayers are in their handiwork.

The Warmth of Ash Wednesday on a Frigid Night

The Warmth of Ash Wednesday on a Frigid Night

Why can’t I ever remember that it doesn’t matter how many people show up? It’s not about our work or our effort. It is really about creating space for people to draw closer to God. Ahhh, that’s right. It’s about God.

Sighs Too Deep for Words

Trying to reconcile the biblical verse with the desperate plea of a dying man makes my head hurt – and my heart ache.  How can we make sense of the frustrations and anger and feelings of helplessness that accompany each new report of another life unnecessarily lost?

Perhaps you feel the same?   I know lots of people have doubts and questions about a world where these things can occur.  And do occur – over and over.  So I offer these thoughts. I wish they were solutions.  But all I have are thoughts, ponderings, and a struggle to understand –  on those difficult days when it’s hard to sigh; when you can’t breathe.

By Amy Jacks Dean