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What I have always called, “the best day/the worst day” actually began the night before. It was when I was a sophomore, majoring in music performance, at the state university...
What I have always called, “the best day/the worst day” actually began the night before. It was when I was a sophomore, majoring in music performance, at the state university...
A BLOG By Pastor Ken Rickett John 20: 24-29 Now Thomas, called Didymus, one of the Twelve, was not with the Disciples when Jesus came. So the other Disciples told...
Mrs. G. has become one of my favorite teachers, in memory. I was seven or eight-years-old when I stepped into her class, at Jason Lee Elementary, she stole my “creative” heart. ...
The older I get (and I mark one more journey around the sun this week) the more I notice (irritatingly) how many mirrors we have in our home. In my...
One lunchtime, during my college days, I was seated in my favorite corner of my favorite neighborhood café, around the corner from the school, when a friend of mine walked...
A BLOG by Pastor Ken Rickett John 5: 1-9 Some time later came one of the Jewish feast days and Jesus went up to Jerusalem. There is in Jerusalem, near...
Our home is like a beautiful “storage room”, we have a lot of stuff. But I can point to each item of mine and tell you the story behind it, and...
So, I grew up in church. We went to Highland Church of God in Kennewick, Washington – every time the door was open. Dad sang in , and directed the choir....
I am missing Marge and Tom in different ways and at different times, each passing year. The grieving doesn’t lessen, it just changes. Marge and Tom are known to me...
A BLOG by Pastor Ken Rickett “Behold I make all things new. . . “ I find myself intrigued, awed, and appreciative of Rick’s series on a “Hokey Pokey Lent”:...