The Journey We Share

This week Rachel and I made the drive to Austin, Texas to visit our kids and bring our youngest, Kiran, home to Wichita for the summer.

Soon after arriving, we celebrated Kiran’s birthday at our favorite Asian diners. Gifts were exchanged: a Grateful Dead poster left behind by a friend, a pair of well-loved vegan Doc Martens, and a Wichita Pride flag. The gifts themselves were modest, but the laughter, stories, and time together were priceless.

On Tuesday evening, after grabbing what may be the best vegan bacon cheeseburger anywhere, Rowan took us to a DHC show (IYKYK). As the wind picked up from the east, dark clouds gathered overhead. By the time we finished the last of the tater tots and headed toward the venue, the rain was coming down in sheets.

The weather did not stop a few dozen people from gathering for a charity concert in a dark garage. Between sets, we stood beneath the shelter of a metal patio roof while rain drummed overhead. We talked. We listened. I watched young people who cared deeply about one another, their community, and the causes they support.

More than anything, it was a joy to see our children becoming who they are. Thoughtful. Compassionate. Creative. Full of ideas, passions, questions, and dreams.
We left before the final band took the stage, grateful for the adventure and thankful for the journey we share together.

Family is not always easy. There are family members we choose and family members we do not. Every family carries its own stories, challenges, disappointments, and joys. Yet one of God’s greatest gifts is the opportunity to belong to one another and to grow together over time.

As I reflected on the drive home, I found myself thinking about the many ways this is true of the church as well.

The church is a family, not because we all think alike or share the same experiences, but because God has brought us together. Over time we learn one another’s stories. We celebrate birthdays and graduations. We grieve losses. We support one another through challenges. We watch children grow into adults and adults discover new callings. We rejoice as people become more fully who God created them to be.

One of the greatest blessings of ministry is having a front-row seat to that transformation.

This summer we journey through scriptures from Genesis and Matthew in our worship series, On the Way, may we trust God in the midst of change, promise, uncertainty, and becoming. And May hear God calling us all into new life as individuals, and as a family of faith.

See you in church!

Grace and peace,
Pastor Kevin

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On the Way

As summer arrives, many of us begin thinking about journeys. Vacations. Road trips. Time away with family. There is something about this season that invites movement, adventure, and the possibility of discovering something new along the way.

Some of my fondest memories are of long family car trips across the country with my brother. Back in those days, before smartphones and GPS, preparing for a trip meant stopping by the AAA office to pick up a TripTik, those spiral-bound map booklets filled with highlighted routes, driving instructions, roadside attractions, restaurants, and places to stop and explore along the journey.

My mom would hand those maps to us in the back seat to help pass the time. Every hundred miles or so, she would mark the map with a number. Each number meant there was a small surprise waiting to be opened along the road. Maybe it was a puzzle book, a travel game, or some little activity to keep us occupied for the next stretch of highway. Looking back, I realize the gifts were not just about entertainment. They reminded us that the journey itself mattered. There was joy to discover along the way.
That memory has inspired our summer sermon series, “On the Way.”

Throughout the summer, we will journey through stories from Genesis and the Gospel of Matthew. Each Sunday will invite us to open another gift from scripture. Some passages will comfort us. Others may challenge us. Some stories may leave us wrestling with difficult questions. Yet through them all, we will be reminded that God continues to travel with us.

Faith is not simply a destination we arrive at someday. It is not a finish line or a static achievement. Faith is an ongoing journey of transformation, growth, change, and becoming as we continue learning what it means to live as the people God created us to be.
The good news is that we do not travel alone. God meets us on the road, accompanies us through every season of life, and continues to shape us along the way.

I look forward to taking this journey with you this summer.

See you in church!

Peace, Love, and Grace,
Pastor Kevin

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Happy Birthday Church!

As we head into Memorial Day weekend, Pentecost can easily get lost among graduations, family gatherings, backyard barbecues, and the unofficial beginning of summer. But in the time of the apostles, Pentecost was one of the great celebrations of the Jewish faith — an ancient harvest festival, a commemoration of God giving the Law to Moses, and a time when Jews from across the diaspora gathered together in Jerusalem.

And it is into that crowded and expectant city that the Spirit arrives.

Meanwhile, the disciples are gathered behind closed doors. I imagine they are still grieving and trying to make sense of all that had happened — still processing the loss of their teacher, their rabbi, their friend. And then suddenly, wind and flame fill the room. The Spirit literally blows them out of their seats and into the streets.

That is why Christians celebrate Pentecost as the birthday of the church.

Henri Nouwen writes, “Without Pentecost the Christ-event — the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus — remains imprisoned in history as something to remember, think about and reflect on. The Spirit of Jesus comes to dwell within us, so that we can become living Christs here and now.”

Pentecost is the celebration of Christ’s Spirit alive and active in the world through ordinary people. It is the moment fearful disciples become courageous witnesses. The moment grief gives way to purpose. The moment the church is born.

And that same Spirit is still at work among us.

This Sunday we will celebrate Pentecost together and give thanks for the gift of the Spirit that continues to guide the ministry and mission of the church. Whether you are reading this at home before worship or sitting in the sanctuary this Sunday morning, I hope you will join us in praying once again: Come, Holy Spirit.

See you in church!

Peace, love, and grace,

Pastor Kevin

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The Church at Its Best

Over the past few weeks, our congregation has experienced a season of profound loss. We have said goodbye to beloved members of our church family: Bill, Susan, Carolyn, Nancy, and Carol. We continue to hold their families, friends, and all who loved them in our prayers.

Grief is not something that passes quickly. The loss of those we love leaves an ache that lingers, and their absence is felt deeply, not only in the lives of their families, but in the life of this congregation as well. These were beloved disciples whose presence helped shape our community, and we give thanks for the witness of their lives even as we mourn their deaths.

And yet, in moments like these, I am reminded that this is also when the church is often at its very best.

Again and again over these past weeks, I have witnessed this congregation surrounding those who mourn with compassion, kindness, prayer, and presence. The church becomes what it is called to be: a sacred and holy space where grief can be shared honestly, where stories are remembered tenderly, and where we bear witness to the promise of resurrection in Christ.

I have been especially grateful for the many hands and hearts that have helped care for these families. Our Heartstrings ministry has served with extraordinary generosity, preparing receptions, providing beautiful table settings, offering food, hospitality, and warm presence after each service. Though this has been an especially busy season, they continue to rise to the occasion with grace and compassion. Again and again, families have shared how deeply meaningful this ministry has been in their time of sorrow.

I am grateful as well for the ushers who welcomed people into the building with kindness, for the musicians who helped lead us through worship and remembrance, and for our staff who have worked many extra hours behind the scenes preparing for these services with care and dedication.

These acts of love are more than simple gestures of kindness. They are signs of the gospel lived out in community. They are reminders that even in the midst of sorrow and grief, we proclaim a greater truth: that in Christ, death does not have the final word. We celebrate the promise of eternal life and the assurance that love does not cease in death. It continues in the lives of those who remember, those who care, and those who show up for one another again and again when they are needed most.

It is a privilege to serve alongside such a compassionate and faithful community. Your care for one another bears witness to the love first shared with us through the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus Christ.

Please continue to hold these families in your prayers in the days and weeks ahead. And know that I continue to hold all of you in gratitude and prayer as well.

See you in church!

Peace, Grace, and Love,

Pastor Kevin

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Tears and Alleluias

This week, I had the sacred privilege of sitting at the bedside of a beloved member of our congregation.

She had been in the hospital for nearly a week after a long journey with cancer. Life support had been removed. When I entered the room, she lay peacefully—her eyes open but unresponsive, her breathing slow and irregular, with long pauses in between. Nurses and physicians call this “active dying,” the body’s natural process of gently letting go.

I was a holy moment – a sacred space.

Family and friends gathered around her, sharing stories of her remarkable life, comforting one another, taking turns sitting at her side. There were tears, of course. But there was also laughter. There was gratitude. There was love — deep, abiding love that filled the room. And I am convinced that, in some way beyond our understanding, she knew she was surrounded by it.

We prayed together. We commended her into God’s care. And in that moment, the veil between heaven and earth felt thin. The Spirit was present — tender, steady, and sure.

It was a blessing to be there.

In these past weeks, we have said goodbye to too many of our beloved siblings in Christ: Bill, Susan, Carolyn, and Carol. We mourn their loss, and we grieve alongside those who loved them most. Grief is real, and it runs deep.
And yet, as people of the resurrection, we do not grieve without hope.

We give thanks for their lives — for the love they shared, the faith they lived, and the ways they shaped us as a community. And we hold fast to the promise that death does not have the final word.

Christ assures Mary, and all those who mourn, “I am the resurrection and the life. Those who believe in me, even though they die, will live, and everyone who lives and believes in me will never die.” (John 11:25-26)
This is the truth that carries us. Even in the face of death, loss, and grief, we are a people of hope. Even at the grave, we dare to sing: Alleluia. Alleluia. Alleluia.

So I invite you, church, to continue being the body of Christ for one another. Hold those who are grieving not only in your prayers, but in your presence. Make the call. Send the card. Bring the meal. Sit and listen. Share the stories.

Because the love we share in Christ is stronger than death. And the hope we hold is grounded in the promise that nothing—not even death—can separate us from the love of God.

See you in church.

Peace, Love, and Grace,
Pastor Kevin

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