Police Appreciation Sunday

Summer is for visiting family. And since the church is supposed to be one big family – albeit with many different personalities and a few crazy cousins – this summer my family has made a goal of visiting a different church every week. That’s how we were invited to Richmond Corner Baptist Church’s Police Appreciation Sunday this weekend and discovered the moving story of Lewiston Officer David R. Payne, who was ambushed and shot to death by someone he was trying to help thirty years ago this week.

#MeToo

#MeToo

It shouldn’t happen, but it does. To remain silent is to take the side of the abuser, rather than the victim of abuse. What am I talking about? Sexual harassment, assault and abuse in the church. Maybe those three last words don’t come as a surprise, considering the swell of abuse claims against priests in the past decade. But many incidents of church abuse are never reported.

Guest Post: How I found my mind after I lost it

Today’s Faith Notes’ guest post comes from midcoast Maine writer and editor Carlene Hill Byron, a valued friend who writes about the church and mental illness. Let us listen as we learn to love each other well:

You know you’ve lost your mind when you can’t believe what you know is true.

For several years, doctors in a new city had been trying to manage my bipolar disorder with new medicines. In my old hometown, I’d taken one medicine “as needed” for a dozen years. Now, they were testing one drug on top of another, with generally awful results.

True love gives

I once read, that while most non-profit, charitable-type organizations begin with an honest effort to help others, a turning-point frequently comes at which they shift from their original purpose towards self-sustenance. That is, they exist to keep themselves in existence.

Amid heartbreak, a cry for justice

It is a terrible time, when you have to talk to your children about what to do if they are confronted with a shooter. When you discover that another depraved, hate-fueled attack has shattered lives again, here in Florida or in a Nigerian village or the battered towns of Syria.