Join us for our first Summer Music Camp!
Open to the community, participants will learn the foundations of rhythm, singing, and harmony using sacred music. After feel free to invite your friends and family to hear your children sing in our worship service the following Sunday.
Registration can be completed online via email at:
"As often as we fall away, we ought to recall the memory of our baptism and fortify our minds with it, that we may always be sure and confident of the forgiveness of sins." (Calvin, Institutes, 4, xv, 3)
Please join us as we celebrate the promises of God and the forgiveness of sins at our Baptismal Renewal Service, 6:30pm at Sandhills Presbyterian Church!
We will also enjoy a soup, salad, and bread dinner at 5:30. This has been a wonderful way to begin the season of Lent. We look forward to food, fellowship and worship!
For the apparent disorder
of the broken woods there are
reasons enough, although
we do not know them all
or their pattern, but by reasons
is disorder ordered, and so
we trust and live and love
this place whose belongings we are.
The woodland has no creed
except for the presumptive fact
that the pattern of its breaking
involves also, given tie,
the pattern of its healing.
The wind of the fall is here.
It is everywhere. It moves
Every leaf of every
Tree. It is the only motion
of the river. Green leaves
Grow weary of their color.
Now evening too is in the air.
The bright hawks of the day subside.
The owls waken.
Small creatures die because
Larger creatures are hungry.
How superior to this
human confusion of greed
and creed, blood and fire.
Upon a bank I sat, a child made seer
Of one small primrose flowering in my mind.
Better than wealth it is, I said, to find
One small page of Truth's manuscript made clear.
I looked at Christ transfigured without fear--
The light was very beautiful and kind,
And where the Holy Ghost in flame had signed
I read it through the lenses of a tear.
And then my sight grew dim, I could not see
The primrose that had lighted me to Heaven,
And there was but the shadow of a tree
Ghostly among the stars. The years that pass
Like tired soldiers nevermore have given
Moments to see wonders in the grass.