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Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Meditation on this Sunday's Gospel
by Kristin Berkey-Abbott

This week's meditation comes a bit early, because I'm soon off to Lutheridge for the Create-in-Me retreat!

The readings for Sunday, May 3, 2009:

First Reading: Acts 4:5-12

Psalm: Psalm 23

Second Reading: 1 John 3:16-24

Gospel: John 10:11-18

In this week's Gospel, we see one of the most persistent metaphors for Jesus: Jesus as shepherd. Even in these non-agricultural days, we understand this image, probably because it has been so widely used during 2000 years of Christianity.

It's interesting to think about the other side of this metaphor. If Jesus is the shepherd, who are the sheep? We are, of course. Those of us who haven't grown up around sheep probably think of them as delightful, fuzzy creatures. But they're not. They're big and smelly and not especially bright--that's why they need a shepherd. On my bleak days, calling humans sheep seems like an apt metaphor. We tend not to act in our self-interest. We tend to stand in place with a blank look on our faces. If no one comes along to guide us, we'll just stand there, blinking. If we get knocked over, we need someone to pick us up. I could go on and on like this, but I'll let you Google the word sheep and consider all the poetic possibilities.

What I found most interesting about this passage which is so familiar is verse 16: "I have other sheep that do not belong to this fold. I must bring them also, and they will listen to my voice. So there will be one flock, one shepherd."

I'm of two minds about this passage. I read it with the knowledge of all that has happened in the last two thousand years, and all the ways that this kind of Biblical language has been used coercively and hurtfully to imply that only Christians are the ones with the Truth. I'm aware of the disastrous actions that can follow that kind of belief.

But this larger vision of Jesus does interest me. It interests me because it's in the Gospel of John, which was the last Gospel written. Earlier Gospels don't have this same kind of expansive vision, this vision of Jesus as the shepherd of all people. Is it there because of the spread of Christianity that the writer who composed the Gospel of John had seen? I'm fascinated by the differences in the Gospels.

As a poet, I'm also interested in the power of this metaphor. Here we are in a world where few of us have seen a sheep, and yet, this metaphor still speaks to us. Most of us are likely moved by the idea of a shepherd who would sacrifice all to save one sheep. You find a similar narrative in many romantic love stories--how desperately we want to believe that someone can love us that completely.

That's the Good News of the Gospels: we are loved that completely. Someone believes that we're worthy of that effort. We will not be sacrificed for the good of the flock. The Good Shepherd will sacrifice all for the individual sheep. We can rest secure in that knowledge.

Sunday, April 26, 2009



Saturday, April 25, 2009

SERMON ON PSALM 4 April 29th 2009
Answer me when I call, O God of my right!You gave me room when I was in distress.Be gracious to me, and hear my prayer.How long, you people, shall my honor suffer shame?How long will you love vain words, and seek after lies?3But know that the LORD has set apart the faithful for himself;the LORD hears when I call to him. When you are disturbed, do not sin;ponder it on your beds, and be silent. Offer right sacrifices,and put your trust in the LORD.There are many who say, "O that we might see some good!Let the light of your face shine on us, O LORD!" You have put gladness in my heart more than when their grain and wine abound. I will both lie down and sleep in peace;for you alone, O LORD, make me lie down in safety.

I’m all for our weekly psalm when it raises the issue of a good night’s sleep.
And I say that there is nothing better for a good night’s sleep than waking up one morning discovering a poisonous snake on your bedroom floor. Don’t look for that little nugget in the psalm – it isn’t there, rather it happened to me. But the psalm will have something to say about it before we are done.

Sometime in the 1940’s or 50’s the Brown Tree Snake slithered its way as a stowaway on some ship to the beautiful island of Guam and then with no natural enemies present did what snakes do best – it multiplied and ate everything that it could find and fit into its mouth. Current estimates are that there are 13,000 of these slithering six foot climbing pests per square mile on Guam and I am here to tell you that it only takes one to test the strength of your heart early in the morning.

With two weeks left on the island, where Piper and were both stationed during the early 1990’s, Piper got up to take a shower while I slept on. Christian, not yet two, was asleep next to me. All of a sudden our stray and somewhat attitudinal cat walked into the room an went ballistic. He began growling and hissing and attacking Piper’s bathrobe that lay on the floor. Still half asleep and the room nearly dark, I lifted up the robe and beheld a 3 foot agitated brown tree snake keeping a close eye on me. I screamed for Piper who dashed out of the shower grabbed Christian and then returned for the cat, who was determined to face off against this threat to our home even though the snake was likely already delighted to see that cat was on the menu for breakfast. I yelled to Piper to find me a weapon, anything, while the snake seemed even more agitated that we had removed the cat from the room. Piper returned with a mop and I proceeded to attack the snake like I was hitting for the fences. Enough adrenalin was coursing through my body at this point that I shattered the broom against the wall and proceeded to pummel the snake until it was very very dead. Needless to say, I didn’t sleep that well until we left the island for home. It appeared that the snake had climbed up to the roof and then came down one of the exhaust vents and into the house. At night from then on I wandered around checking every dark corner. It was far worse than the time I found a living scorpion in the closet of an apartment that I shared with two roommates in Orlando and spent the next dozen nights with a flashlight checking every closet before I went to bed armed with a pair of scissors. Could you imagine lying in bed at night wondering if that tickle on your foot was just your imagination or something far worse…?

As I said, I’m all for our weekly psalm when it raises the issue of a good night’s sleep.
We’re not talking pills here or natural supplements, or a nice cup of decaff herbal tea or warm milk. Nope. Counting sheep. Not necessary.
The psalmist declares that he or she will lie down and sleep in peace.
Now that is something to ponder.
Well on this Sunday when we will participate in the Rite of Healing I think that we recognize that an awful lot can keep us up at night. Not only health issues, but fear and anxiety – or a dose of good old fashion worry. The brokenness of our lives or other people’s lives. How many parents in this room have stayed up at night waiting for their children to come home?

I am not naive enough to suggest that a perfect faith leads to a perfect night’s sleep, even if there was such a thing as a perfect faith. But here’s the thing: What the psalmist invites us to do is to face the question of our distress and trust in God rather than in fear, to turn to God rather than fall prey to sin; to allow the triumph of God’s joy to rule in our hearts, rather than our own uncertainty.

It is intriguing that The Psalmist declares that by trusting in God we can lie down in peace and the very gift that Jesus delivers to the disciples in Luke’s Gospel this morning is the gift of his peace, but they struggle with it. Their fear and doubt go hand in hand. Look, we’re no different. By and large, we possess serious issues of trust when it comes to our faith. I am not saying that we shouldn’t care about the things that keep us up at night – the things that birth our fear and anxiety. But there is a difference between not caring about them and letting them consume us. There is a difference between facing the reality of our lives alone and in faith believing that whatever we face in our lives we face with God beside us.

It says in to Paul’s letter to the Philippians: The Lord is near. 6Do not worry about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. 7And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Last Sunday I spoke about what it was like for a 15 year old to witness the deterioration of his parent’s marriage ending with his father leaving. Another thing that might keep one up at night is the knowledge that after a painful four months in which one learned to blame, to be clouded by bitterness, even to hate, that the subject of those feelings would be returning. Coming back to work things out. Make another go of it. My first inclination was to fold my arms in defiance. He might be coming back, but he would be my father on my terms. When I was ready. My rules.

I wish that I could tell you that that very night I gave it all to Jesus, the pain and the fear and the doubt and slept in peace for the first time in nearly 9 months, but few things are that neat and tidy. To begin with, Jesus and I weren’t exactly on speaking terms at that point. Both the Psalm and the Gospel reflect the mixed bag of our faith journey – how faith and doubt as unlikely cousins as there ever will be, seem to be together far too often in us. The patience of God to receive our faith and doubt, our refusal to trust, even our muteness when we know that our hearts should be crying out to Him, is amazing t me. But just as Jesus trusts disciples full of both faith and doubt, themselves, with the task of telling the story of God’s grace, God accepts us as we are and is always at the task of inviting us deeper into his peace, his rest, his joy, until at last that day comes or not for each of us. God is faithful, even as we struggle to be in our own faith.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Sunday April 29th
Through Affirmation of Baptism
Did you know that our Sunday weekly attendance is up 5% this year for the period of Jan 1st through Palm Sunday?

Ash Wednesday attendance was the highest since 2006.
Maundy Thursday attendance was up 41% over last year and was the highest in at least 4 years.
Easter attendance this year was up 8% over last year.
The Sunday after Easter was up 42% over last year and is the highest in at least 4 years.

Now the eleven disciples went to Galilee, to the mountain to which Jesus had directed them. When they saw him, they worshiped him; but some doubted. And Jesus came and said to them, "All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything that I have commanded you. And remember, I am with you always, to the end of the age."
This Sunday after the Second Service
Special Congregational Meeting
What is "Natural Church Development"?

A tool, an approach, an opportunity!

Natural Church Development (NCD) is an approach to church growth that strives to release the growth potential which God has put into every church. Our goal in using the NCD resources at Trinity is to grow our church in several ways:
Growth in the number of people in our faith family (disciples)
Growth in the quality of our worship and activities
Growth in the satisfaction of those participating in the life of the congregation
Growth in the enthusiasm within our church
Growth in inviting others to share Christ's love

As a tool it assesses eight quality characteristics:
The NCD tool assesses:
Empowering Leadership
Gifts Oriented Ministry
Passionate Spirituality
Effective (functional) Structures
Inspiring Worship
Need Oriented (contextual) Evangelism
Holistic Small Groups
Loving Relationships

The tool identifies the characteristic that if improved will have the most impact (called the maximum leverage point). After a special survey is taken and scored by the ELCA we meet with our coach who will assist our Church Health TEAM in developing a plan to work through our maximum leverage point and implement plans to improve it. 30 active and involved people are being randomly selected to participate in the survey which will take place on Saturday May 2nd.
Fill out poll on this Sunday's worship slip
Trinity's church council is preparing to set our summer worship schedule
and would like your input.

Summer is from June 7th through September 6th.
On Pentecost, May 31st, which is our Confirmation Sunday, there will be a single service at 10:45AM

I believe that Trinity will be more likely to connect and reach out to others if our summer worship is held at:

1. 8AM and 10:45AM (Two services)
2. 10AM (One service)
3. 9AM and 10:45AM (Two services)
4. 10:45AM (One service)
5. 10:45AM and 5:30PM (Two services)

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Meditation on This Week's Gospel
by Kristin Berkey-Abbott

The readings for Sunday, April 26, 2009:

First Reading: Acts 3:12-19

Psalm: Psalm 4

Second Reading: 1 John 3:1-7

Gospel: Luke 24:36b-48

In this week's Gospel, we have another post-Resurrection appearance story, and what an odd story it is. In the post-Resurrection stories, Jesus has taken on supernatural capacities that he didn't really demonstrate before his crucifixion. Here, he suddenly appears (a few verses earlier, he has vanished after eating).

The disciples quite logically assume that they're seeing a ghost. Their senses, rooted in the rational world, can't make sense of what they're seeing and hearing. Those of us who spend our secular lives surrounded by people who are disdainful of the mystical might find ourselves more sympathetic to their plight.

Perhaps we've felt the same way. It's not hard to accept the pre-Resurrection stories of Jesus, at least most of them. We're not unaccustomed to hearing about humans who can do almost superhuman things: human rights crusaders, charismatic politicians, the fabulous doctor that we'd hate to lose. Just think of Martin Luther King, Mother Theresa, Desmond Tutu, and Aung San Suu Kyi, and all those other people who might make us feel inadequate for just living normal lives. Some times, we lump Jesus in with those kinds of people, and we forget about the spiritual side of the Gospel. Even when Jesus performs spectacular miracles, they don't seem outside the range of possibility in our current day and age.

But these post-Resurrection stories don't let us dance away from Jesus' identity. We might know of someone who has been declared dead, maybe for a few minutes, and returned with stories of white lights and floating above one's body. But to die and lie in a tomb for 3 days and then come back to life? So far, no human has ever done that.

I like how these post-Resurrection stories, shrouded as they may be in mystery, are also still rooted in the earthy body-ness of Jesus. Jesus appears to people, and then he asks for food, which he eats. This evidence shows that he's not a ghost or a spiritual presence; doubters can't explain the post-Resurrection sightings with this claim. Jesus is still God Incarnate. His body still needs all the things our bodies need: food, liquid, sleep, a bath.

In this week's Gospel, Jesus again shows us a useful way of inhabiting our human bodies. He shows his scars, which might lead to some exchanging of stories, if the disciples didn't already know the story of how he got them. He shares food with them. He reminds them of their higher destiny and calls them to greater things.

Jesus is still here, reminding us of his scars and of the capacity to overcome those things that scar us. Jesus is still here, waiting to share a meal with us. Jesus is still here, reminding us that we are witnesses, that we are called to a far greater destiny than our tiny imaginations can envision.

Monday, April 20, 2009


Following Each Service, this Sunday April 29th.

To vote on allowing Trinity's council to modify the 2009 Trinity Annual Budget for the expressed purpose of hiring Jacob Smitter as our Minister of Music for Praise, a position that he has been serving as interim for the past 13 weeks.

Details on the amount of the modification and other important information will be made available at the meeting as will ballots for the vote.

So far we have received 22 additional pledges back - the increase in giving that these pledges represent would go to help to off-set the increase in the budget that this position would require. We know that a number of you feel strongly about the positive impact that our renewed music program is having and have not yet had the opportunity to deliver your pledges. To have your pledge counted as part of our presentation on Sunday, please contact Pastor Keith, Ron McCoy or SAM in the office and we will ensure that a form is filled out for you. Of course, you could always stop by the office and fill out a pledge form there as well.

At the meeting following the 10:45AM service there will be pizza avalable for $1 a slice. At the close of that meeting we will be making a presentation about Natural Church Development, a ministry planning tool that we will shortly be implementing.

Sunday April 29th 8AM and 10:45AM

Piper. Lisa, and Denise

Sunday, April 19, 2009

A dozen years ago or so Piper went north to attend her sister’s wedding taking Christian with her, leaving Thomas and I back in Gettysburg for some Father-son bonding. My only job that weekend was to register Christian for soccer (and keep an eye on Thomas, of course.) The youth soccer program in town was absolutely huge – a half dozen fields all in use all day on any given Saturday with hundreds of parents and grandparents, neighbors and friends, lined up all along the side lines shouting and cheering and blowing air horns – that sort of thing. So, in the midst of such chaos and with Thomas in tow, I went to the registration building, which was a school auditorium, and got in line. When my turn came to fill out the mountains of paper work, I turned my head to remind Thomas, who was only two at the time, to stay close. By the time I had signed the last page and worked out the cramp in my hand, the “spidey-sense” that God gives to young fathers was tingling. I whipped my head this way and that way to see where Thomas had gotten to – but he was gone. And when I say gone, I mean nowhere in sight. I searched the auditorium. I searched the stage and backstage. I wandered out in to the chaos running from field to field, all six of them. Nothing. I ran to the parking lot field with cars entering and exiting and my heart skipped more beats than I could count. Still nothing. I ran along the highway next to the fields, scared out of my mind. Not there either.(Notice that I am telling this story when Piper is away on a retreat). By now I was in total panic. I had lost my son. Just about the time I was going to begin to start shouting his name until every single man, woman or child there stopped what they were doing and helped me look for him, he came skipping down the path that led to the auditorium. “Hi, Dad,” he said. “I found the playground.” I didn’t know whether I should fall on my knees and thank God or scoop up my son and cry tears of joy until my face ran dry or find a mirror and count the grey hairs that surely must be springing up like daffodils in springtime.

Where was Thomas? He had gone to look for the playground. I had my answer.
But on this Sunday, as our thoughts turn to another Thomas, that answer remains elusive.
Ten disciples locked in a room, but where was Thomas? Maybe out looking for the playground, but that is doubtful.

We have to be curious, don’t we? Ten disciples all locked in a room – for fear for their very lives. Deadbolt thrown closed. Maybe there is a little peep hole with a piece of fabric covering it so that when they hear a knock someone can carefully, ever so carefully walk up to the door and lift the piece of fabric and sneak a peek on who is there. We shouldn’t blame them. Their leader, Jesus, had just been executed three days prior. And not just executed, but crucified, branded an enemy of the state. Nailed by his feet and by his hands. A spear thrust into his side until it likely pierced his heart. Mocked, humiliated. The people riled up into bloodlust by jealous religious authorities. Who knows when the knock on the door would come for them? Who knows if there were crosses already waiting with their names on them. If there was the same bloodthirsty mob right outside their hideout yelling “crucify them – all of them!” Who knows? So the ten disciples were huddled, locked in, hiding, waiting, in fear. But not Thomas. No. He was off somewhere else. No hiding for him as far as we know. No huddling behind a locked door. He was not paralyzed by fear as far as we know. He was merely not there. And by not being there he missed Jesus’ return appearance. And thank God for that. Yes, you heard me right. If Thomas was there, then this story loses something very important. We lose something very important.

The rest of the disciples get to see the holes in the hands and the hole in Jesus’ side. The rest of the disciples receive their mission and the Holy Spirit (this is John’s version of Pentecost). They get to receive the greeting of Peace.And Thomas gets to hear about it. At this point he doesn’t call them liars or accuse them of suffering from mass hallucination, instead he focuses on himself. "Unless I see the mark of the nails in his hands, and put my finger in the mark of the nails and my hand in his side, I will not believe." That’s what he thinks it will take for him to believe.

And we’re thinking – what chutzpah!Since when do we get to make the rules?
Since when do we get to dictate the terms of our own faith?
We think – if Jesus gives in to Thomas, then what’s to prevent any of us from asking for our own terms: “Hey Jesus, unless you heal my friend, I will not believe.” “Hey Jesus, unless I get this job, I will not believe.” “Hey Jesus, unless everything starts going right in my life, I mean like right now, I will not believe.” Where will it end? Thomas doesn’t care.

Then Thomas gets to think about this for an entire week. Most folks miss this point. He throws the proverbial gauntlet down at Jesus’ feet (of course, Jesus wasn’t there at the time) and then gets an entire week to think about it. And that week is why you and I are so lucky that Thomas was missing from that locked room the first time that Jesus shows up. That week, that week that must have been filled with questions and lingering doubts (after all he saw Jesus die on the cross); wonder and awe, fear, yet the very possibility of faith - that week, I imagine, describes most of us at one time or another, or even more likely, people that we know.
Where was Thomas that week? Well, dollars to doughnuts it wasn’t spent wandering around looking for the playground. Much more likely it was spent walking slowly on the razor’s edge between faith and doubt.

The phrase “Doubting Thomas” is so much a part of our lexicon – but the man through whom that moniker is birthed is getting a raw deal. We need to know that sometimes our journey will take detours into lonely and unexpected complications; where shadows of doubt dwell. And we need to know that at the end of the detour that Jesus is waiting for us with holes in his hands and holes in his feet and a hole in his side offering his very flesh for us to see, to touch, to poke. Whatever it takes. He’s not offended.

Look I was 15 years old when my parent’s marriage hit the proverbial wall and they fell out of love. I wasn’t just angry at God – the very notion of a loving God seemed ludicrous. If their loved died, then anyone’s love could die, even God’s. I felt that God had set the rules - that love was a forever thing – and then in one painful night when Dad walked out, God took from me everything that made sense in my world. At least Thomas gave Jesus an ultimatum, I wasn’t even on speaking terms with him.

Maybe you or someone you love has had similar issues with God. Perhaps still does. Still do. Anger. Doubt. Disappointment. Confusion. Fear. It’s all there in the journey for us or for others we know and love. But here’s the thing: Jesus did not die on the cross so that these things ultimately blind us to the gift of grace that he won for us on that cross. Jesus did not die on the cross only to allow our doubt claim the victory.

We read: Then he said to Thomas, "Put your finger here and see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it in my side. Do not doubt but believe.” The power of the resurrection is more powerful than our doubts. Jesus who gave up everything for us at the cross, still humbly gives faith to heal our doubts and faith to make whole our brokenness. Whatever our faith needs, Jesus will still provide – his hands, his feet, his side, his life, his all.
Thanks be to God who receives our faith as it is and stands ready to enrich it as we have need for every trial. Amen.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Exclusive photographs!
Jeff and Maddox "bond"

Janean looking remarkably joyous after an emergency "C" (must be the baby snuggling!)
The paparazzi found them!

Thursday, April 16, 2009


SUNDAY APRIL 26th at either service

If you haven't informed SAM in the office of your intentions to join Trinity - please do so quickly so we can be prepared on the 26th.

Named a Harry S Truman Scholarship Finalist as she prepares to graduate FSU and join the Teach For America Corps in Baltimore, MD.
Recently profiled on FSU's website (check it out here)
In between graduation and her teaching work, Amanda will be heading back to Spain as part of FSU's Alternate Break Corps work with BASIDA (She was the director of the ABC this past year) to work with those suffering from AIDS/HIV. As you may remember she made this trip two years ago and it profoundly impacted her life.
Amanda will be providing some of the entertainment at Trinity's annual Mother-Daughter Banquet this year and special offerings to help defray the cost of her mission trip to Spain will be collected there and at worship the following Sunday. As a reminder, tickets for the Mother-Daughter Banquet to be held FRIDAY MAY 8TH are on sale now after each service or just track down Earline LaCroix.
Amanda is the the daughter of Lisa Montalchi who sings in our choir and regularly serves as assisting minister and participates in many of our ministries and is the grand daughter of Elsie Montalchi, who likes to share stories of her wonderful grandchildren during our after-worship coffee hours.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Join us this Sunday in the Trinity Parking Lot from 7:30AM until after the second service coffee hour and give the gift of life!

For those not yet communing or new to communing. For all children attending we ask that at least one responsible adult active in the child's faith formation attend along with the child.
SUNDAY APRIL 26th at 9:30AM
RSVP to Pastor Keith or SAM in the office
or on your worship slip
Meet in the sanctuary
The Hickman Family Checks In!
Dear Pastor Keith and friends at Trinity,
We wanted to wish you all a happy and blessed Easter.

Although Stephanie, Austin, and I have found a worship home with a style that appeals to all of our varied backgrounds, Stephanie and I wish to thank you all for helping with all the "new beginnings" of our life. The Trinity family was there as a first church for Stephanie, Austin, and I to begin our worship together. You were there when we began our lives together and our wedding vows. Again, when Pastor Robb was on vacation in late January, Pastor Keith visited us in the hospital when we added a new family member, Nathan, who decided to show up a few weeks early and cause some concern. Through prayer and God's grace, most of our concern was unnecessary, as Nathan turned out to be just fine, and now outweighs most babies who were born around his original due date in March. We deeply appreciate the place Pastor Keith and Trinity have held in our life with many of our own "new beginnings" and wanted to "Thank you" sincerely for the special place you have filled in our lives.

Sincerely, Stephen and Stephanie Hickman, Austin and Nathan.
This Sunday April 19, 2009 at both the 8AM and 10:45M services . With Holy Communion.
In this liturgy, all liturgical music is set to familiar hymn tunes and will be introduced by soloists/choir to assist in the congregation in their singing. Pastor Keith will be preaching on John 20:19–31 (commonly known as the "Doubting Thomas" story) and will be pondering the week between Thomas receiving the news of Christ's resurrection and Christ's appearance to him. The text ignores this time, but we won't because we probably live in the same reality.
Dedicated Singer Goes into Labor During Easter Cantata
Janean and Jeff Baumal are proud parents of MADDOX WILSON BAUMAL who decided to come into the world 7 weeks early... on April 13th at 4:39pm, the day after Janean began her labor during the Easter Cantata Service. Maddox weighed in at 4 lbs and 7 oz and 32 centimeters or about 18" according to proud Papa Jeff. Janean had an emergency C section and will be going home shortly, but Maddox will remain for awhile yet until his lungs are stronger.
Both appreciate the many prayers, especially these past few days. Pastor Keith will confirm the rumor that Maddox is "as cute as a button" though at nearly 4 1/2 pounds he much larger than any button that Pastor Keith has ever seen.
Trinity's Walking Program Begins on Pentecost

In many ways, Pentecost marks the beginning of the church, a movement spread in its early days by people walking out into the world in small groups to spread the Good News. What a great time to start our walking program! Our goal will be to walk an additional 2,000 steps a day for at least 6 weeks.

For just $5.00, you'll get a pedometer and a meditation journal which will give you inspirational Bible verses and a place to mark your progress. We may plan some group walks, but you can certainly walk on your own.

To make sure you get your kit, be sure to sign up with Kristin, Basi, or Lisa by May 17, since we have to place our order two weeks before Pentecost. If you'd like to order a kit for family, coworkers, or friends, we'd be happy to handle those orders too.
Meditation on this Sunday's Gospel
by Kristin Berkey-Abbott

The readings for Sunday, April 19, 2009:

First Reading: Acts 4:32-35

Psalm: Psalm 133

Second Reading: 1 John 1:1--2:2

Gospel: John 20:19-31

This week's Gospel returns us to the familiar story of Thomas, who will always be known as Doubting Thomas, no matter what else he did or accomplished. One of the bloggers at RevGalBlogPals posts, "You have to love him (while being glad that we're not all branded for centuries on account of one aspect of our characters; you can so imagine it...'She's a bit of a panicking Kathryn, you know...')"; I would forever be Fretful Kristin, I'm afraid.

And yet, what I love about the Gospels most is that we get to see humans interacting with the Divine, in all of our human weaknesses. Particularly in the last few weeks, we've seen humans betray and deny and doubt--but God can work with us.

If you were choosing a group of people most unlikely to start and spread a lasting worldwide movement, it might be these disciples. They have very little in the way of prestige, connections, wealth, networking skills, marketing smarts, or anything else you might look for if you were calling modern disciples. And yet, Jesus transformed them.

Perhaps it should not surprise us. The Old Testament, too, is full of stories of lackluster humans unlikely to succeed: mumblers and cheats, bumblers and the unwise. God can use anyone, even murderers.How does this happen? The story of Thomas gives us a vivid metaphor. When we thrust our hands into the wounds of Jesus, we're transformed. Perhaps that metaphor is too gory for your tastes, and yet, it speaks to the truth of our God. We have a God who wants to know us in all our gooey messiness. We have a God who knows all our strengths and all our weaknesses, and still, this God desires closeness with us. And what's more, this God invites us to a similar intimacy. Jesus doesn't say, "Here I am, look at me and believe." No, Jesus offers his wounds and invites Thomas to touch him.

Jesus will spend the next several weeks eating with the disciples, breathing on them, and being with them physically one last time. Then he sends them out to transform the wounded world.

We, too, are called to lay our holy hands on the wounds of the world and to heal those wounds. It's not enough to just declare the Good News of Easter. We are called to participate in the ongoing redemption of creation. We know creation intimately, and we know which wounds we are most capable of healing. Some of us will work on environmental issues, some of us will make sure that the poor are fed and clothed, some of us will work with criminals and the unjustly accused, and more of us will help children.

In the coming weeks, be alert to the recurring theme of the breath of Jesus and the breath of God. You have the breath of the Divine on you too.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

I got a call yesterday – someone wanted to know what the holiest day of the year was for Christians. And it only confirmed that to me that we are a people obsessed with trivia and poll-taking. What’s the holiest day of the year for Christians? Any votes for Christmas Eve or Christmas Day? How about Ash Wednesday? Pentecost? Maundy Thursday? Good Friday? Easter Sunday? Any Sunday that we gather around Word and Sacrament? Where would your vote be cast – the Holiest Day of the Year for Christians.

Well, it got me thinking, which, I suppose, made the question worthwhile after all.
I’m thinking: you know there is no Easter without Good Friday.
Plain as day - There is no Easter without Good Friday.

Sure there would still be cards and eggs and a spike in the sales of vinegar and egg dye. Hams and Turkeys and the various ingredients for green bean casserole would fill shopping carts in amazing numbers. Sure the Easter lily industry would still sell millions of the white fragrant flowers and don’t forget to throw in some hyacinths and tulips and a bunch of daisies here and there. Oh, and those yellow marshmallow chicks – we don’t want to forget those - I’m sure they would continue to reproduce by the millions and fly off the shelves just in time to grace Easter baskets fighting for room next to chocolate bunnies, and all sorts of things made out of malted milk chocolate and the many flavors of jelly beans.

To the casual observer it might seem like Easter with egg hunts and special clothes that look extra nice and lots of company and all that food hardly would hiccup if Good Friday never happened.

But we know the truth. The honest and passionate truth: There is no Easter without Good Friday.

Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James, and Salome are not bringing spices to the tomb to anoint Jesus unless Jesus is dead – and they know that he is dead because they watched him die on the cross – observing his pain, agony, and final cry, his final breath. On Good Friday. Without death there is no resurrection and without the cross there is no empty tomb. Without the cry and pain of loss, without the darkness of apparent defeat, there is no awe, no wonder, no joy. No Easter.

This was brought home to me this Good Friday.
We have prepared to hold Stations of the Cross at our Prayer Labyrinth and when I arrived just before noon it was obvious that some unknown person or persons had either late Wednesday or Thursday evening stomped on hundreds of the tiles crushing them into broken shards. An amazing number of people have walked our prayer labyrinth over the past year – for many it was holy space – a place where they could spend intentional time with God – walking the path together in prayer. In Advent when we lit it with candles, complete strangers would come up to see what was going on and through what could only be called the coaxing of the Holy Spirit found themselves drawn to undertake the walk, spending time in the power and presence of God. But here it was approaching the hour of noon when darkness covered the land and our Lord hung on the cross and here in this time and this place the clouds rolled in upon us masking the hundreds of broken tiles in shadow. So a decision had to be made. We certainly couldn’t replace all of the broken tiles in time – that would take hours. So we left the labyrinth broken and let folks walk it as it was. Despoiled, maimed, desecrated, abused, vandalized. Some how it seemed appropriate to just leave it that way for Good Friday Stations of the Cross. There was a certain holiness in its brokenness.

There is no Easter without Good Friday.

Mary and Mary and Salome go to the tomb only to learn that Jesus is not there. Not that his body isn’t there, but Jesus is not there. He has been raised, the angel tells them. And their response? Terror. Amazement. Fleeing feet and silent lips. The power of the resurrection had overcome them. It crashed against them like a violent sea. The magnitude of what joyful truth they had just been entrusted with weighed upon their hearts and minds until it overcame them completely.
They had lived through Good Friday.
They had watched Jesus die.
The saw the empty tomb and received the good news of his resurrection.
They understood what it meant for them and for the other disciples and for the world.
Christ is risen!

There is no Easter without Good Friday.
There is no life without death, no grace without sacrifice.
Christ paid on both accounts for us and for all.
In the waters of Baptism we proclaim that we die to sin and rise to newness of life. That we enter the waters with Christ and rise with him to eternal life.
Our lives are bound to his through God’s free gift of grace.

This Easter is the first Easter that some friends of mine will celebrate without their daughter. Samantha died after a courageous battle with cancer that had just refused to let her go. It stole a year of her life and then returned to steal her leg. It stole precious time and eventually a few months ago, her body just could not fight one more day and she died at home among those that she loved. Some might say that the cancer stole her life, but we know better. Just as there is no Easter without Good Friday, we know that Good Friday is not the end of the story, either. The clouds and stifling darkness and the painful silence do not get the last word. Just as there is no Easter without the cross we know that that very cross brings life, births a hope stronger than death. We know what the two Marys know and Salome, too. The words of the Angels ring in our hearts, and are received in awe and wonder in our very souls: “You are looking for Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified. He has been raised; he is not here.”
He is not here. He is not here!
There is not Easter without Good Friday, but today, Easter has come!
Amen! Alleluia! Amen!

the 8AM Service

Rehearses for

Our young people learn the story of Easter

Friday, April 10, 2009



Continuously from NOON to 3PM

The Sanctuary will be open for prayer and Reflection

The Service of Tenebrae
in the Sanctuary
The word `Tenebrae’ means darkness. The service has been adapted over the centuries from an early monastic practice of extinguishing candles while reading from scripture. In contemporary practice various number of candles are used. We will be using eight. Seven of the candles are purple, the color of Lent, the eight candle is the large white Christ candle.
The Passion According to John, the ancient gospel narrative for this day provides the readings.
In John’s Gospel, especially, Jesus’ death is seen as his glorification. Rather than “mourning” the dying or dead Jesus on Good Friday, the cross is acclaimed as the sign of the world’s redemption. The procession of the cross and the adoration of Christ become the primary symbolic action of this day. We offer reverence to the one who lifted up from the earth, draws all people to himself. This service does not end in darkness and sadness, as if the assembly were re-enacting the death of Christ. Rather, the liturgy ends with Christ exalted on the cross, an image from John’s Gospel.

Thursday, April 09, 2009

Maundy Thursday Worship
Voluntary Washing of Feet
(or Hands for those who who are not able to particpate in the footwashing)
Holy Communion
Stripping of the Altar
Powerful Music
A More Powerful Spirit!
We have not come today to mourn Jesus.
We are not here to dwell on his betrayal which we know will come this night.
We are not here to dwell on mobs with swords, torches and clubs or the flash of steel or severed ears. Of friends, disciples, running away in fear worried more about their own lives than the life of Jesus. No. We are not here to dwell on fervent prayers in an olive grove or sweat like blood or sleeping disciples who can’t seem to stay awake. We have not come to dwell on Jesus’ doubt, though we may in time dwell on our own.

We are not here to dwell on the meal in the Upper Room, on the betraying hand that shares the bread broken and shared, the body of Christ, or on the blood, on the cup of the New Covenant. We have not come tonight to focus on those things, as important as they are.
We have not come tonight to mourn the moment of the Last Supper, the final meal shared between Jesus and his disciples. No.

With a name like Maundy Thursday, we may think what we hear in the name is something like “mourning” you know – expressing grief at a death. Tonight isn’t about grief – it is about the commandment of Jesus. Maundy Thursday takes its name not from ‘mourning” but from the Latin word “mandatum” which means “new commandment.” Maundy Thursday is not about mourning, grief and loss – it is about a commandment from Jesus. A new commandment. The last commandment delivered at the most opportune of times.

So we need to pay attention.

Hear the words of Jesus:
I give you a new commandment, that you love one another. Just as I have loved you, you also should love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.

Let those words hold you captive for a moment:
I give you a new commandment, that you love one another. Just as I have loved you, you also should love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.

Jessie sat in her wheelchair with an afghan on her lap – you know, one of those colorful ones made up of dozens and dozens of small squares connected together, made with great care and patience. The afghan draped from her lap to the floor. “Do you like my hair?” she said. And indeed, her hair had that “just back from the beauty parlor” look about it. “It’s lovely,” I said. “My daughter does it for me,” she quickly added. “And my nails, too.” Her hands, old and delicate, sported carefully manicured and polished nails. “Let me look at you,” she said. Jessie kept chatting, always trying to keep my attention away from her feet, which she had lost to diabetes. The afghan hid this from view and never left her lap when she was around other people. “Do you like my hair,” she said again. “Yes,” I said, “It’s lovely.”

Because today is about the commandment to love, today is also about feet.
In John’s Gospel the story indicates that there is a meal, but we get no further description of it.
What we do get is well over a dozen verses about the washing of feet.
And a New Commandment.
Love one another.
As Jesus has loved us, we are to love one another.
That's how people will know that we are Jesus' disciples: We love one another.

What does that love look like?
If we were going to paint a picture of that love – they say a picture is worth a thousand words - what would that picture look like?

For Jesus, that picture is framed by water, dirty feet and a towel.
That is the paradigm - the picture we commit to memory - the act from which all of our acts of love are given birth - the mother of all of our love for one another: Jesus on his knees holding a pair of dirty feet and gently splashing the water and drying with a towel. The perfect picture of the love that we are called to imitate today is holding someone’s feet in our hands and washing them.

But how do we take this picture, this humble act, this idea of becoming the servant of servants, and make it our own?

Jessie lived in a room on the medical floor. Each Sunday the interested residents would be gathered from the medical floor, most of them in wheelchairs, and brought to the community room for a worship service. Jessie was always ready on time, her hair perfect, her nails just so, with her afghan on her lap and a string of pearls around her neck. A volunteer, herself as old as the residents, played old hymns on the piano as they arrived, a prelude of memories: Amazing Grace and Trust and Obey, Beautiful Savior and In the Garden and so many more. In the Garden was their favorite, number one in their songbook for weeks and years beyond counting. As the first chords of the song plinked from the old piano, volunteers began to go from one resident to the other wheeling them in their wheel chairs, dancing in time to the music and encouraging everyone to sing. Jessie’s face, like so many others in the room, lit up as a young man carefully danced her around the floor, wheels going this way, then that. Slowly her hands left the afghan wrapping around a memory, her eyes closing, lost in the moment.

For some, the washing of feet becomes the washing of hair or manicuring nails or crocheting an afghan or helping someone dance early on Sunday mornings. How we love as Jesus loves will likely be different for each of us, yet also the same – born of the unconditional love, humble and gracious, that was done one night long ago in an Upper Room on a night forever remembered.
I give you a new commandment, that you love one another. Just as I have loved you, you also should love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another."

By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Thrivent Financial for Lutherans is sponsoring this event for families with children…

Activity: Teach your Kids to Share Day
Date: Friday, April 24, 2009
Time: 5:30pm
Place: Young at Art Museum-Davie, FL
Contact to register: www.thrivent.com/shareday or call: 800-236-3736

Join them for an interactive event that brings families with kids ages 6-10 together for fun and learning. Explore unique ways your kids can share, save and spend.

For $10 per family, enjoy dinner, workshops and hands-on activities. Each child will receive a Share/Save/Spend Piggy Bank.
There will be a special congregational meeting after each worship service on Sunday April 26th.
As was indicated in the announcing letter that went out to everyone, the purpose of this meeting is to give the congregation the opportunity to authorize an increase in the 2009 budget to allow the church council to hire our Director of Worship for Praise, Jacob Smitter, on an ongoing basis. He currently serves in an interim position as authorized by church council for the period of Feb 1st through April 26th. The council has constitutional limits on how much it can approve unbudgeted expenses.

If you did not receive the letter and its accompanying pledge card (to indicate if you are willing to commit to an increase in your weekly giving to take on a portion of the increase to the budget for this purpose) please contact SAM in the office immediately.

For those who want to eat some pizza and stick around, Trinity's Natural Church Development Team (NCD Team) will give a brief briefing after the second service meeting on our participation in NCD which is set to begin on SAT May 2nd.
Hi everybody,
We've taken a little break from our Zumba class for Spring Break and Easter. Also, I was out of town for a week with Kate at St. Jude's Children's in Memphis. But we're starting up again. In the next few weeks there will be some more fitness options. We are working on it. In the meantime, make sure to complete your health ministry survey. We have some exciting things planned to help you get or stay active and healthy. Tell your friends and co-workers. All are welcome and the classes are free.

Some of you shared that you wanted yoga and Kristin said she will be interested in teaching it. Yoga will be on the same night starting in May. Half the class will be Zumba, for the cardio and the the second part of the class will help you to increases your flexibility as well as to relax and
learn ways to release your stress.

Come to Zumba on April 16, 2009, 7pm check in time. Remember to eat a snack or a light dinner one hour before class so that you have the energy you need to get through the class and at the same time not feel to full and weighed down. I'll see you there.

Blessings, Basi
Kristin's Meditation on This Sunday's Gospel
by Kristin Berkey-Abbott

The readings for Sunday, April 12, 2009:

First Reading: Acts 10:34-43

First Reading (Alt.): Isaiah 25:6-9

Psalm: Psalm 118:1-2, 14-24

Second Reading: 1 Corinthians 15:1-11

Second Reading (Alt.): Acts 10:34-43

Gospel: Mark 16:1-8

Gospel (Alt.): John 20:1-18

Finally we move through Holy Week to Easter Sunday. At last, our Lenten pilgrimage draws to a close.

But perhaps you still linger back at Ash Wednesday. Perhaps you find the Good Friday texts more evocative than the Easter texts. It's interesting how our emotional lives aren't always in sync with the liturgical seasons or the Lectionary.

This year might be particularly tough with so many of us out of work, and those of us who remain employed in fear of losing our jobs. This year might be the year that the anniversary of a death of a loved one falls right smack on Easter day. This year might be the year that someone we love faces a tough medical diagnosis. The world offers so many impediments to our joy.

The stories we hear during Holy Week remind us of how to move from lives that have been reduced to ash back to lives full of resurrection. This year, the Maundy Thursday story speaks to me, perhaps because I've just read Barbara Brown Taylor's An Altar in the World: A Geography of Faith.

She observes, as many theologians have, that the teachings of Jesus revolve around the things we do, not the things we believe. The Apostle's Creed and the Nicene Creed came much later in Christianity. Long before we had creeds, we had Jesus saying, "Do this. Now do this. Now do this." We are to feed the hungry, care for the sick, protect the widows and orphans. Taylor comments on the Last Supper: "With all the conceptual truths in the universe at his disposal, he did not give something to think about together when he was gone. Instead, he gave them concrete things to do--specific ways of being together in their bodies--that would go on teaching them what they needed to know when he was no longer around to teach them himself" (43). We have "embodied sacraments of bread, wine, water, and feet" (44).

I have an atheist friend who says she envies me my belief. I argue that my beliefs come because of my practice, and that she could enter into spiritual practices, and she would be a different person in a year. She proclaims not to believe me, but she also refuses to try my experiment. Marcus Borg, in The Heart of Christianity, says "We become what we do" (192). Holy Week reminds us of what we are called to do.

We are called to break bread together, to drink wine together. We are called to invite the outcast to supper with us. We are called to care for each other's bodies--not to sexualize them or mock them or brutalize them, but to wash them tenderly. Thus fortified, we are called to announce that the Kingdom of God is breaking out among us in the world in which we live, and we are called to demand justice for the oppressed.

Of course, Holy Week reminds us of the risk. Jesus was crucified--that was a capital punishment reserved for those who were considered a threat to the state, people who would foment rebellion, for example. The world does not often respond kindly to the call for social justice.

But Easter promises us that our efforts will not be in vain. N. T. Wright's book, Surprised by Hope: Rethinking Heaven, the Resurrection, and the Mission of the Church, is a great Easter text (I've underlined something on almost every page), and Wright says forcefully, " . . . what you do in the Lord is not in vain. You are not oiling the wheels of a machine that's about to roll over a cliff" (208). We may not understand how God will transform the world. We may not be able to believe that bleakness will be defeated. But Easter shows us God's promise that death is not the final answer.

Spring reminds us that nature commits to resurrection. Easter reminds us of God's promise of resurrection. Now is the time for us to rekindle our resurrection selves.

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

by Pastor Keith
This service that includes the washing of feet and the stripping of the altar.
We do not "act out" or "demonstrate" the washing of feet.
It is not done "symbolically" here.
We do it.
Feet are washed.
We have two chairs and two basins and a bunch of white fluffy towels.
We will wash feet (for those who desire to participate).
Socks or sandals - no stockings, please.

We will wash feet.
That's the collective "we."
You start in the chair with someone washing your feet and then when they are done, they hand you the towel and then you wash the next person's feet and so on.

We will wash feet.

We read:
During supper Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things into his hands, and that he had come from God and was going to God, got up from the table, took off his outer robe, and tied a towel around himself. Then he poured water into a basin and began to wash the disciples' feet and to wipe them with the towel that was tied around him. He came to Simon Peter, who said to him, "Lord, are you going to wash my feet?" Jesus answered, "You do not know now what I am doing, but later you will understand." Peter said to him, "You will never wash my feet." Jesus answered, "Unless I wash you, you have no share with me." Simon Peter said to him, "Lord, not my feet only but also my hands and my head!"

After he had washed their feet, had put on his robe, and had returned to the table, he said to them, "Do you know what I have done to you? You call me Teacher and Lord" and you are right, for that is what I am. So if I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another's feet. For I have set you an example, that you also should do as I have done to you. Very truly, I tell you, servants are not greater than their master, nor are messengers greater than the one who sent them. If you know these things, you are blessed if you do them.

So, what was Jesus trying to do here?
Did the disciples' feet stink so bad that Jesus took matters into his own hands?

Was the lowest of the slaves of the house off that night bowling or watching Dancing with the Stars and so Jesus had to step in and lend a hand?
Did Jesus lose a bet?
Was he raising money for charity?
Was he a cleanliness freak?

In John's Gospel (the only one that records the washing of feet) the night of the last supper is about Jesus' final teaching, his prayer, and the washing of feet. And with the washing of feet comes the New Commandment:
Maundy = Mandatum = Latin for New Commandment
We do not call it "Last Supper Thursday"
The Last Picture Show
The Last Kiss.
The Last Betrayal
The Last Bath
We call it “Maundy Thursday.”
The Thursday of the New Commandment.

Of course, there's eating, but it is a much different "last supper" than you or I are used to. Jesus dips some bread in wine and gives it to the one who was to betray him. Judas gets it and then leaves the scene.
He takes the bread with him. Judas.
The story indicates that there is a meal, but we get no further description of it.
What we do get is well over a dozen verses about the washing of feet.
And a New Commandment.

Love one another.
As Jesus has loved us, we are to love one another.
That's how people will know that we are Jesus' disciples: We love one another.

What does that love look like?
If we were going to paint a picture of that love – they say a picture is worth a thousand words - what would that picture look like?
That picture of love – the love of Jesus?

It could look like the Son of God kneeling at each disciple, holding 12 pairs of dirty feet, one after the other, in his hands, pouring water upon them and drying them with a towel. Mary, sister of Lazarus, had used her hair, Jesus we understand did not see this as a viable option for him.

Let’s put that picture in our Mind – Jesus kneeling beside each disciple – their dirty feet in his hands, pouring water on them and drying them with a towel.
That is the paradigm - the picture we commit to memory - the act from which all of our acts of love are given birth - the mother of all of our love for one another: Jesus on his knees holding a pair of dirty feet and gently splashing the water and drying with a towel.
What’s the perfect picture of the love that Jesus’ bears for us?
On Thursday it will be Jesus washing feet. Tomorrow it will be Jesus hanging on the cross.

Love one another, Jesus tells us. Wash one another’s feet.
Hold feet in your hand. Be humble. Serve. Give. Care. Love.

It's so often the little things:
Those people who during the sharing of the peace go first to complete strangers - those people who invite those strangers to coffee hour and actually talk with them.
The people who make time for the questions of children, especially the ones about God.
People whose own "internal radar" seeks out the lost, the hurting, the broken, the unlovable and see Christ in them. The people who seek to dwell daily in the love of Christ - the waters of life filling them, enriching them, blessing them to be a blessing for others. People willing to touch the "untouchables."

“Do you know what I have done to you? You call me Teacher and Lord and you are right, for that is what I am. So if I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another's feet. For I have set you an example, that you also should do as I have done to you. Very truly, I tell you, servants are not greater than their master, nor are messengers greater than the one who sent them. If you know these things, you are blessed if you do them.”

Monday, April 06, 2009

A new addition to the Butterfly Garden this past week -

Dedication of all new memorial stones/gardens is pending.
FROM THE Florida-Bahamas Synod (ELCA) BLOG:
Guyana Travel Opportunity
Do you like to do crafts with children?
Read with children?
Visit families?
Repair, repaint, and fix up homes?
Be a friend and companion?
Then please join us June 30th-July 10th on a trip to our Companion Synod: Guyana.

Requirements: Participants must be 18 years of age, in good health. You will need a current passport and up to date immunizations before departure date.For more information, please contact Chris Klafs @ 727-934-1480 or jaybird_89@hotmail.com

Please keep our brothers and sisters of Guyana in your prayers.
Noon to 3PM
Stations of the Cross at Trinity's Prayer Labyrinth (continuously and self-guided)
Sanctuary open for prayer and reflection
Service of Tenebrae (shadows) in the sanctuary



Noon and 7:30PM

Holy Communion

Foot Washing

Stripping of the Altar at 7:30 Service

(Thanks to Sarah for this picture, one of the many pictures for our Maundy Thursday bulletin covers!)

Friday, April 03, 2009

8AM Procession with Palms
Reading of the Passion Gospel

10:45AM "Cry of the Whole Congregation" Dramatic Passion Presentation

Palm Branches and Palm Crosses will be distributed at each service.

Thursday, April 02, 2009

Trinity brought 42 men, women and children to the BOLD Justice Community Action Event held tonight at ST Mark's Catholic Church. Community leaders present said "Yes" to support our solutions for Affordable Rental Housing, earmarking the first look for the jobs created by the county's share of the stimulus money for county residents only for the first 30 days of each contract, allowing Broward's Workforce One Centers to be able to fix minor flags in unemployment records to speed delivery of much needed money, and heard an update on Affordable Dental Care in Broward County. Over 1,500 people from BOLD Justice's 28 member congregations turned out in total. Trinity's Justice Ministry Network members played keys roles in the evenings festivities.