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Rev. Dr. Beverly Jones: Still a United Methodist after all these years

I was born and reared a Methodist; was in Sunday worship from before I was born; was baptized after I came into the world; went to kindergarten and Sunday school in childhood, UMYF and choir as a youth.  My family never pushed church or religion.  It was just a part of our lives; a part of who we were.  We prayed at meals, we talked about life and faith, and sat together in the pew on Sundays.  Quietly and without fanfare we grew in our relationship with God, with each other and with those beyond our family circle.  It was all a part of being family, of being Christian, of being Methodist.

But there is more.And, it is simply this.The United Methodist Church has provided a place for me to continue to grow in the love of God. It has given me a place in the world to engage my faith and to serve others.In our day and age, we often take the “institutional church” for granted and often belittle it for lack of relevance, its slowness to change or the cumbersome way it goes about being churc…

They never met in life, but their mission work together helps those in need

Article originally posted on UMC Connections
By Sam Hodges*
The Rev. Don Woolley and the late Willie Tichenor never met. Yet the stories of these two United Methodists have become intertwined, with clear and growing results in Christian mission. Woolley is a mop-haired chemical engineer-turned pastor in Mobile, Ala., who believes The United Methodist Church must rediscover John Wesley’s practice of taking Christian witness beyond the church walls, including to the poorest neighborhoods. “We’re here today because he did and we’re failing today because we don’t,” said Woolley, an elder in the Alabama-West Florida Annual (regional) Conference. Tichenor died in 2006, at age 19, of osteosarcoma, a form of bone cancer. The Dallas youth lived life to the full, relishing sports, music, drama — and mission trips. Even in the middle of chemotherapy, he traveled to Juarez, Mexico with others from Dallas’ Highland Park United Methodist Church to help build homes. “Willie was a little bit of a han…

Rev Larry Hollon: Why UMC

My father was an itinerant oilfield worker. From my earliest memory we moved from town to town following the oil rigs to new locations. By my calculation we moved about every six months until I was thirteen.
As a result of this nomadic lifestyle it was difficult to make friends and get connected to the small towns where we took up temporary residence. We were outsiders. It was during this time that I first heard the phrase “oilfield trash.”
I was too young to understand its meaning until I was a teenager, but when I realized how we were viewed it was humiliating.
Despite this, there was another piece of the story that makes me thankful and it may have been a reason for my deafness to the way we were perceived.
In every dusty, little oilfield town where we located there was a Methodist Church. (This was before the merger that created The United Methodist Church.)And those churches offered vacation church school and Boy Scouts and youth activities that gave me continuity and a safe pl…