
At Morning Prayer on this day, the second reading is from St. Paul's Second Letter to the Church at Corinth. St. Paul holds out hope for us:
Pastor Linda
Sunrise on the Marsh offers random thoughts on God's mercies which are new every morning. This blog is an ongoing journal of the formation of The Episcopal Church of Our Savior at Honey Creek.



On Tuesday of this week I went to see the new film "We Are Marshall." I had an emotional investment in this true story because some of my family members graduated from Marshall University in Huntington, West Virginia. I also lived in that general vicinity for many years. I remember that the football team preferred to be called "The Thundering Herd" but their record of wins versus losses was such that some of us called them "The Blundering Herd."
In the Episcopal calendar, December 28 is the day we remember the innocent children who were slaughtered by King Herod in his attempt to destroy the baby Jesus. This day is hard to remember for two reasons: first, it is difficult for us to get our minds around the fact that someone would feel threatened by innocent babies under the age of two and would kill them, so we bury that cruel side of human nature deep within our consciousness; second, this day is tucked between Christmas and New Year's and often slips by unnoticed just because of its place on the calendar. Signs by their very nature point to something beyond themselves. If they are well done, signs offer a quick way to head in the right direction, or to spare us from heading in the wrong direction. Just think of the many times you have been driving along I-95 looking for the right exit. When you see the sign you might breathe a quick sigh of relief. "Whew. I'm on the right road."

When you see the signs pointing to The Episcopal Church of Our Savior at Honey Creek, they will be pointing you to the building and grounds. But they will be pointing to something beyond that. These signs will be pointing to the fact that "The Episcopal Church Welcomes You" and that this particular manifestation of the Episcopal Church happens to be gathering at Honey Creek. The Episcopal Church of Our Savior at Honey Creek will point you to God as revealed in Our Savior Jesus Christ.
Pastor Linda
The Rev. Linda McCloud
Founding Pastor
The Episcopal Church of Our Savior at Honey Creek
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Today in the Episcopal Church we experience a phenomenon that occurs once every seven years. Today we get to have a mood swing about which no one complains.
It's almost Christmas, which means that we are almost at the end of Advent. This means that soon Sweet Baby Jesus will be placed in the manger in creches all around the world. We have been waiting for this. The empty manger is awkward. And where are the Wise Men? They are nowhere in sight just yet.
Forming community in small groups is for me a high priority at The Episcopal Church of Our Savior at Honey Creek. This is a way to live out the value of "Relationships and Hospitality." Right away I would like us to begin forming "Foyer Groups" to meet once a month either at a restaurant or in each others' homes for a light meal and a time of conversation and prayer. We cannot work together effectively unless we know each other. Getting to know each other is the best way to learn to respect each other. When we respect each other we learn to celebrate the ways in which we are alike and the ways in which we are different. If there are major differences, reconciliation is in order.
Do you ever wish that some morning you would wake up to the headline, "Peace Breaks Out In The Middle East" or "Family Settles Estate In Peace"? We long for peace, and at this time of year the contrast between peace and war comes into sharp relief. It's on our minds. It's in that worried look on our faces. Some of us even want "to buy the world a Coke and live in harmony." Globalization and instant images of events around the world make us more aware that we are not living in peaceful times.
Experienced mountain climbers would answer, "because they are there." I think they downplay their excitement so the rest of us won't envy their sheer exhiliaration of seeing the world from a whole new perspective. We hear from time to time that persons with physical handicaps climb mountains. I am totally impressed with their courage and resolve. They deserve to breathe that rarified air.
Today is the Third Sunday of Advent, sometime known as "Rose Sunday" or "Gaudete Sunday." Our reading from Paul's letter to the Philippians says, "Rejoice (Gaudete) in the Lord always; again I will say, Rejoice." Today we rejoice in the anticipation of celebrating Christmas, which is only a week away. Today we get to lighten up a bit and light a pink candle in the Advent wreath. Today behind the altar where I will celebrate Holy Eucharist, there are beautiful roses out of someone's yard.
As a part of winding down my time of serving St. Margaret of Scotland Episcopal Church in Moultrie, Georgia, I sent out a newsletter this week listing our remaining service times and activities together. I ended the newsletter by quoting Shakespeare: "Parting is such sweet sorrow." Then I went home and started packing books and trinkets that I have not been able to give up from one move to the next.
In August 2004 I had the privilege of taking a class called "The Palestine of Jesus" at St. George's College in Jerusalem. Our group of nine toured most of Israel in a three-week period. We carried our Bibles, Prayer Books, and water bottles out to places such as Bethlehem, Cana, Mt. Tabor, Capernaum, and Caesarea Philippi. We would open our Bibles and our professor would teach about what had happened in each place. We also spent several days in Nazareth and surrounding areas. One trip to the Holy Land is not enough for me. I want very much to go back and revisit what I saw and explore what I missed. 

I admit that I am not the world's most innovative shopper. In fact, I can be relied on with boring regularity to buy the same gift for each of my family members year after year. The feedback I get is that they love it. They long for it each year. If it doesn't show up, they protest. Yes, protest. One year I switched off from my traditional gift and sent candy from a little shop on River Street in Savannah. This did not go over.
Nine out of ten fitness experts agree that exercising daily is a good idea. If we are physically able, it is advised that we get out and go for a run or for a walk. If we don't do that, someday we might wish we were able to get out and go for a walk. 

“The Episcopal Church of Our Savior at Honey Creek” is a mouthful, and by the time I finish saying the title, the person to whom I am speaking might have forgotten the first part. So, I have been referring to the new church as “Our Savior Honey Creek.” Sometimes I simply say “Our Savior” when differentiating between this and other churches.

Some time ago I treated myself to a delicious 974-page book – 1,000 Places To See Before You Die, A Traveler’s Life List by Patricia Schultz (New York: Workman Publishing, 2003).
As I read this book I felt a little sad for Ms. Schultz, because she did not mention The Georgia Episcopal Conference Center at Honey Creek. Evidently she has never visited there, or else her book would be called 1,001 Places To See Before You Die.
The Episcopal Church also loves St. Andrew. He was an Apostle of Jesus Christ who according to tradition gave his life for the cause of Christ, so Andrew gets a "red letter day" on our church calendar.
If you say "critters" to Georgia Episcopalians, chances are they will say "Honey Creek Camp and Conference Center." That is where many of us go to spend time with God, and as a bonus we might spot a family of raccoons, or four baby armadillos, or a painted bunting. We love regrouping and telling what we saw. Once on a bicycle ride at about dusk I saw a small fawn, which at first I took to be a large dog.
Transition is never easy. There is an emotional component to which we must pay attention. Moving from one location to another means more than just packing up our worldly possessions. For a time we live in both places, which means that we are not really resident in either. This is happening to me right now. St. Margaret of Scotland Episcopal Church in Moultrie, Georgia, which I now serve, is preparing for my transition to be Pastor of The Episcopal Church of Our Savior at Honey Creek in Waverly. I am phasing out here, but I am working hard to make sure I leave everything just right so that the work can carry on smoothly. I have a big "to do" list of projects which I am working on.
Thanksgiving is only the beginning of the season in which rich foods are so readily available. It could make your arteries gurgle just thinking about it. One sure antidote is physical exercise, so I think it’s worth a couple of more miles of walking or running for a big piece of Grandmother’s pumpkin pie.
or maybe you have lived here all your life so far and find your community changing. Please consider getting in on the ground floor of a really good thing -- a new Episcopal Church.