These Far Blue Hills

blue_ridge_mountainsWe drove the back roads, leaving the frenzy of the freeway to those who were in a hurry to get where they were going. The wild country spread out all around us. The trees, robed in that many-shaded green of new leaves, cast cool shadows over the road, damp from the morning dew. A deer stood motionless at the tree line, ready to run for cover if we so much as sneezed in her direction. The day was young, and it belonged to us, and the road was a thin, gray ribbon, calling us away.
In the distance, the mountains rose gracefully up out of the earth to lie across the horizon, forming an impossibly blue line against the pale morning sky. I wondered what lay behind them. “One of these days,” I said to my husband, who loves an adventure as much as I, “we need to keep on riding right over the top of those far, blue hills, and see what lies on the other side.” “More blue hills.” he replied. I knew what he meant. Always, for me, there would be more hills to climb, more valleys to walk, more oceans to cross.
There are people who are perfectly happy staying right where they are, content to never leave the familiar comfort of their own back yards, never feeling the pull of the distant hills. But, there are others, like me, who have the wanderlust – whose eyes are ever drawn to new horizons, who yearn to head out to those hazy mountains, always wondering what lies on the other side.
God has created us both: travelers and homebodies, pilgrims and settlers. Both are needed to keep the balance of things; to keep the rhythm of life going, though time and circumstance may change us; a homebody sells everything he owns and hits the road; a traveler comes to roost, never to leave her nest again. But, whether on the road or in a rocking chair, know that you are always home, safe in the heart of God, your constant companion, who meets you wherever you are.
Blessings on your summer, Pastor Barb <><
The Lord will keep your going out and your coming in,
from this time forth and forevermore. Psalm 121:8

Hear Ye! Hear Ye! Kingdom Rock Is The Place To Be!

Make your way to Zion’s 2013 Vacation Bible School for a fun-filled week with Surprising Adventures as we learn how to

Stand Strong for God!

June 10th – June 14th
9:00 a.m. – Noon
Classes available for: Pre-K thru 8th grade.
(Pre-K must be 4 by September 1st and
potty trained)

Register using this form or you can pick up a form in the Narthex.

This year the 6th, 7th, and 8th graders will be traveling offsite to provide a helping hand and open heart in our community. They will Stand Strong for God by helping at the Faith Equestrian Center.
They will need to wear long pants and closed toe shoes.

We are still in need of some items for VBS. If you would like to donate any of the following, it would be greatly appreciated.

Magazines Play Dough
Wrapping Paper Tubes Paper Towel Tubes
Outside balls Glue
Hula Hoops Permanent Markers
Jump Ropes Koolaid/Lemonade Mix
(pre-sweetened preferably)

Please make plans to join us on Friday Night at the Annual VBS Hot Dog Supper. The VBS children and staff will be showing off their talents with a collaboration of the fun things they learned at Kingdom Rock. The meal will be served from 6-7pm and the program will begin at 7:00pm.

If you have any questions or would like to volunteer in any way, please contact Amber Hall at 663-7357.

Thanks, and we can’t wait to Stand Strong for God with YOU!!!

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The Bugle Call

The service was over. The drive to the cemetery was brief. We stood at the graveside to lay to rest a man who was dear to our hearts. A Navy man, we honored him with a military funeral. The young men in full dress uniforms stood discretely in the background while we commended our loved one into the hands of the Lord. Then, they moved forward, stepping in time, to fold and place the flag in the hands of his widow. The casket was lowered into the fresh-turned earth, 21 guns saluted his life, and the bugle began to play. We stood in silence as the pure, clear notes of Taps floated up, up, and over the live oaks.

According to Jari Villanueva at the Taps Bugler website, Taps began as a revision of the bugle call for Lights Out played at the end of the soldier’s day. General Daniel Butterfield felt the tune was too formal, and in July of 1862, he worked with his bugler to change the notes more to his liking. When those haunting notes sounded over the fields, the buglers in other units liked it so much they began to play the new tune as well. In 1891, the U.S. Army officially adopted the new tune, making Taps the official bugle call for military funerals. There is a stained glass window commemorating the first sounding of Taps at a military funeral in The Chapel of the Centurion at Fort Monroe, Virginia.

Few melodies have the power to move the human heart as deeply as the sound of Taps being played by bugle as evening approaches. It is a beautiful tune, made the more meaningful when you know the words:

Day is done,
Gone the sun
From the lakes
From the hills
From the sky.
All is well,
Safely rest.
God is nigh.

Too often, we let the worries of this world rob us of our peace. When the lights go out, the troubles of the day come crowding in, leaving little room for sleep, and night is not our friend. Taps is a gentle reminder to trust that no matter what may happen to us in this life, God is in charge, and will turn it into something good. What better way to end the day, to end a life, than to lay yourself down with the blessed assurance that you can rest easy, knowing that all is well and God is nigh?

This Memorial Day, take a moment at 3:00 p.m. to remember our fallen military heroes, and in the silence of your own heart, let the familiar tune of Taps sing a lullaby for your soul, and give you God’s peace. Have a blessed Memorial Day!

Pastor Barb <><

I will both lie down, and sleep in peace; for you alone, O LORD, make me lie down in safety. Psalm 4:8