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ALL SAINTS DAY? by Pastor Ken Rickett
Among my many experiences were four summers during my college and seminary years in which I served as a summer youth minister. Each summer was spent in a different congregation,...
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TRUE COLOR
Some time ago I stood at the grave of a friend at Anderson Memorial Park, close to I-69. It was a brisk, early fall, day; clear, sunny, a bit chilly and beautiful. ...
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PUMPKINS & FROST
It’s that time of year again, when I think about this poem: WHEN the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock, And you hear the kyouck...
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PORCUPINE PEOPLE
He walked in through the doors from the narthex of the church, where I had just started working as Music Director, and he looked grumpier than usual. “Oh, GOOD.” I thought…sarcastically....
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CHESTNUTS by Pastor Ken Rickett
A BLOG BY PASTOR KEN RICKETT One of the joys of the so-called “golden years” is the recall of childhood memories. That being said, it is usually true (for me,...
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REMEMBER WHO YOU WERE
She was as colorful a person as you would like to meet; my first piano teacher, Mrs. Beardsley. With a smoker’s cough, low voice, and a pink living room (I especially remember...
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SALT, LIGHT, JUKEBOX
It’s no secret one of my favorite places to hang out after a rehearsal, performance, church, or to write and work (while eating and drinking) is SCAMPY’S ANNEX. For those of you not from...
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JUST BEHAVE
One day, when I was out for a neighborhood walk, I noticed two boys and an adult walking along the street. One of the young boys had a bike which he...
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24601
24601: That is the number the prison gives to identify the man known as Jean Valjean, the protagonist in the book and musical, LES MISERABLES. 24601. The number is not only given for...
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I KNOW IT BY HEART
I was a small boy who could barely read when my mother began instilling in my little brain the idea of memorizing things: phone numbers, addresses, scripture, poems. She was an advocate...