Philadelphia is full of beautiful old churches. And I love going inside them. One such church is
Old St. George's Methodist, the oldest Methodist church in America and “the church that moved the bridge.”
At Old St. George’s gift shop I bought a copy of The Journal of Joseph Pilmore. Pilmore was the first pastor of St. George's and a lesser known Methodist leader after the Wesley brothers, Whitefield, and Asbury, to name a few. This is an excerpt from an entry dated Monday, June 27th, 1770.
“As we returned in the evening, I was surprised to see such an amazing quantity of little Insects (called fireflies) darting through the air, and sparkling with their little lights as if they would shew forth their praise of him who is the brightness of the Father’s glory and the express image of his person.”
I hope to write about some of the experiences of the summer now that I actually have time to think about them. But until then, I played around with movable type today and figured out how to change my sidebar. Here it goes...
Blogs
-Cory (cousin, illustrator, brother, explorer in the woods, life-time best friend, etc.)
-Dan Cruver (my former youth pastor)
-Derick Scudder (was in Philadelphia with me)
-Joel (my bearded friend from camp)
-Josh Harris (I don't know him, I just read his books)
-Liz (knows Greek and Hebrew)
-Cate (my only sister not related to me)
Links
-Camp Good News (a camp ministry I can really support; where I worked last summer)
-Desiring God (preaching I love to hear, books I love to read)
-Portland Studios (where Cory and a bunch of other great people work)
-Urban Imperative ("come to the city, minister to the world")
-The Bible (The English Standard Version)
Before I leave Philadelphia this Monday, I will be preaching at Bethel Chapel Church this Sunday night at 6:00pm. Please pray with me that God will make His Word weigh heavily on my heart so that I have a passion to articulate the Gospel.
I will miss all of you up here...can't wait to see all of you back home.