From the Reverend’s Desk

By Reverend Eric Gates

April is here and we have moved into spring. I appreciate all of our active church members and participating regular visitors who have made commitments to place Central Christian Church in their top 3 of “to-do’s” in their weekly routine. Whether it’s supporting the church in their attendance at Sunday worship, joining a Bible study group, financial support of the church, or volunteering in various service roles, it’s so amazing to see how much people care about their spiritual home. I very much appreciate the hard work of the active members of my church, and if you’ve been “inactive,” I challenge you to look in the mirror and ask yourself what obstacle(s) you’ve put in your own way which prevents you from getting back in the game and renewing your support of Central Christian Church. If you’re telling others this is “your church,” you really should make an effort “to be of use” to the church. The church needs you. God is calling you “to be of use.”

by Marge Piercy

The people I love the best
jump into work head first
without dallying in the shallows
and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.
They seem to become natives of that element,
the black sleek heads of seals
bouncing like half-submerged balls.
I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart,
who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience,
who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward,
who do what has to be done, again and again.
I want to be with people who submerge
in the task, who go into the fields to harvest
and work in a row and pass the bags along,
who are not parlor generals and field deserters
but move in a common rhythm
when the food must come in or the fire be put out.
The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done
has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.
Greek amphoras for wine or oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums
but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries for water to carry
and a person for work that is real.