The Wednesday Post


            As of today, I am now the pastor of the Richmond United Methodist Church in Bangor, PA.  This first Wednesday Post in that capacity is directed primarily at the membership of that church.  I will get back to my more usual ruminations about live and living as a Christian as the weeks progress.  For now, please enjoy some of the simple issues that pastors encounter when going to a church that is new to them.  

            This morning I spent some time at the Richmond UMC going over basic issues and taking a look at the Sanctuary and figuring out how we are going to do worship in the current conditions of COVID-19.  While Richmond UMC has had three worship services in June, the church I pastored up until yesterday has yet to open, so I needed to figure out how I can conduct worship and especially how we can share in Holy Communion and stay within the guidelines for the virus.

            We will be supplying individual wafers and juice containers for each person who comes to worship on Sunday.  People in worship will actually help to bless their own elements and then serve them to themselves, or serve others in their own family.  It will be different, but it will also help to bring us closer to God knowing that God is present with us. 

            One of the things I hope to bring to Richmond UMC is a time of witnessing where we have seen God working.  I hope to make that a regular part of our Pastoral Prayer time.  I will mention this on Sunday, but I saw God working last week at the service at Richmond UMC.  When Rachel and Tim were going through their confirmation liturgy, Pastor Ed asked the parents to read letters they had written to their children.  What an amazing time and an amazing witness to God and to the grace God extends to us all.

            I share Pastor Ed’s joy in being able to confirm Rachel and Tim.  I also share the joy within the church family that two bright and talented Young Adults have declared Jesus Christ as their Lord and their Savior. 

            I must admit that I was confirmed many, many years ago, but it was much more recent that I actually lived out that declaration.  Jesus was always my Savior, but looking back, it took me a long time to come to grips with the idea of Jesus as Lord.

            You may catch a glimpse of my story if you come to worship this Sunday at Richmond UMC.  I will introduce myself, and the best way I think I can do that is to relate just some of my call story. 

            I look forward to meeting everyone who is able to come to worship, and I will try to be in touch with members of Richmond UMC who are not able, or who don’t feel quite comfortable coming to worship yet.


Pastor Peter  

The Wednesday Post – 6/24/20


            I am sitting in my new “office at home”, not totally unpacked, but getting there.  For us, especially this time, moving was not so easy.  We ended up needing to move material from our parsonage, our “church” home into our retirement home.  Unfortunately, the retirement home was pretty full on its own.  So we are now in the process of the inevitable “downsizing” that truly needs to happen.

            As part of the move, things change, and can become a challenge.  Today I took my wife over to Bethlehem, PA for an eye-doctor appointment.  It is only about 20 minutes away from where we live now, but over 3 hours from where we used to live.  While waiting (of course, because of COVID-19 I couldn’t go in with her) I went to a grocery store called Wegmans.  I purchased some beer (yes, even United Methodists occasionally imbibe) and groceries.  Wegmans is a bit odd, you have to pay for the beer separately from the groceries.

            I arrived home to an e-mail from my credit card company notifying me of potential fraud involving the purchases at Wegmans.   Even though I submitted a change of address to the credit card company, it turns out they don’t account for it until a government database affirms it.  So, to them, two purchases 3 hours away might seem like fraud. 

            I tried calling and, unfortunately for me, dialed 800 instead of 888, and got a very strange site trying to sell me all kinds of garbage.  I got upset, and it took a while for me to recognize my dumb mistake.  I wasted a few minutes of a supervisor’s time at the bank because of it.

            But then I got the correct number and called.  I just wanted to let them know that the purchases were not fraudulent.  They insisted on all kinds of security measures.  Maybe you have had to go through the same kind of thing.  They wanted to send me a text with a code to verify my identity.  I gave them my cell number, which has been my cell for over 20 years.  They said they couldn’t use that number for identity verification.  Was there another phone number?  I said no.  this is my only phone number.  I ended up spending over ½ an hour without ever succeeding in getting anywhere.  It was one of those days.

            Probably the hardest thing for me to do was to admit my own dumb mistake.  I had expressed annoyance and surprise that any credit card company would force people to listen to 5 or 6 offers for things I could never use just to talk to someone.  After the mistake was recognized, I had to readily admit it was ME!

            I ended up with over an hour of my time dedicated to trying to straighten out an issue that never got straightened out. 

            Sometimes we just have to let go.  I don’t plan on using the card as much as I have in the past.  I can adjust.  But, maybe a note to the CEO of the company pointing out the problems encountered with their security measures for someone who has just moved might just enable them to tweak their system to avoid this kind of thing again.

            Who knows?  Maybe he will listen!!

Blessings Pastor Peter

The Wednesday Post – 6/17/20, delayed until 6/23/20

Sorry for anyone wanting to read the Wednesday Post. Had serious internet issues with accessing WordPress, but now everything is good. Here is last week’s post. (I will be posting tomorrow!!)


            I am writing this from my home in Warren County, NJ.  It has been an incredibly hectic few days for us.  We had to prepare our “part-time” home to suddenly become a full-time residence.  And we had to make space for all the “stuff” from the fulltime residence along with all the “stuff” from our part-timing living.  We are just now realizing what that convergence really means.

            This is being posted a little late.  Our furniture arrived yesterday morning, along with many, many boxes of stuff.  While my desk was in the position it is now, yesterday about 11:00, I couldn’t actually get to it because of all the “stuff” in front of it.  So it took a while to get things straightened out enough to be able to actually sit here and compose this post.

            Moving ain’t much fun.  I think most United Methodist Pastors, and their spouses can attest to that statement.  But we will get through it.  We had our first home-cooked meal this evening, (as opposed to ordering take-out from a restaurant.)  We have been living mostly on take-out for the past three or four days.  When you pack up all of the pots and pans, and all of the utensils used in cooking, it makes it really tough to prepare a meal.  And then there was the idea that we had spend most of the last two weeks trying to eat up all of the food we had in our refrigerator and freezer.  So when we arrived here, there literally wasn’t a whole lot to eat.  Sure we had cereal, but not a whole lot else.

            The moving truck left around 10:30 AM yesterday.  We have spend more than 24 hours in our home, as our only home, our only place of residence, and our only place to “be”.

            The last trip north from EHT to Warren County was a bit nostalgic.  We have been making this trip for the last 9 ½ years.  From Pitman, NJ, Dennisville NJ, and from EHT.  Every move took us a little farther away from our retirement home.  And now we will have no reason, except maybe occasional trips to see friends.  But the regular routine of driving up every 2 or 3 weeks is now in the past.  It means, for us, 6 hours of travel that we will no longer be doing.  A real change in our lives.

            I think that is what it means to grow.  To accept the changes, the new things that God brings us.  It isn’t that we are glad to give up our former things.  Saying good by to good friends is painful.  But if we are to continue our journey with God, continue to answer God’s call on our lives, things will change.  Things will be different.  Even our perspectives will change.  That is, I believe, a true sign of God working in us and on us. 

            I already miss so many friends from EHT.  But I know that I will have new friends, and I will strengthen my relationships with some existing friends who are now much nearer to us.

            Thank God for new things, no matter where in our lives they arise.


Pastor Peter  

The Wednesday Post – 6/10/20


            This is the last “Wednesday Post” I will write as the Pastor of the Asbury United Methodist Church in Egg Harbor Twp, NJ.  I will continue to write it, but it won’t be available on the Asbury UMC Facebook page anymore. 

            A few people have mentioned that I will be starting a new chapter in my life.  That is true.  I will soon reside in the township of Harmony, NJ, where Lori Jo (my wife) and I will sincerely attempt to live in harmony!!  Different location, different church to pastor, and even a different Annual Conference to deal with.  Definitely looking like a new chapter, if not a new book!

            But somethings still persist.  I have colleagues who are anxious to retire.  One friend could tell me exactly how many more Communion services she would conduct until she retires, and she won’t retire for another year. 

            I guess my last Communion prior to retiring was last Sunday.  Before the CORONA-19 virus, we also celebrated Communion during Dinner Church, the second Wednesday of each month.  I really never thought about how many Communion services I would be involved with. Maybe because I will continue to serve Communion with my next church.  I almost said my “new” church, but it isn’t really new, except to me.

            My message this Sunday, and the first Sunday in July as well, will focus on call.  My call, but also your call.  You see, I believe God calls each one of us to a ministry of some kind.  Pastors, especially those who are ordained, commit their lives to serving God by leading a local church.  That is the call God has put on my life, and that is why I will continue to serve God as God has called me to do. 

            I have mentioned to a few people that I believe I retired at the end of June, 2008.  That is when I quit my position at Rowan University and began my first year as a full-time pastor.  I do believe I stopped working then.  I can joke that I haven’t done a lick of work in the past 12 years.  Instead, what I have done is ministry.  And ministry, to me, isn’t work.  So, the circumstances have changed, but the call, and my commitment to it, have not.

            I have been truly blessed to be the pastor of the Asbury UMC in EHT, and I pray that I will be equally blessed as the pastor of the Richmond UMC in Bangor, PA.  I also believe that my presence has, at least in some way, been a blessing to some of the folks at Asbury.  I pray that is true.

            Thank you, Asbury UMC, for you love, your laughter, your caring and your spirit.  God is with you, and I know you will continue to do great things!

            I will be writing the Wednesday Post after I leave as the Pastor of the Asbury United Methodist Church in EHT.  After July, I will no longer post these on the Asbury UMC Facebook Page, but will post them on my blog:


Pastor Peter  

The Wednesday Post – 6/3/20


            The wide-spread protests against police brutality remind me, in some ways, of the riots of the middle 1960s, which would include the riots in Watts section of Los Angeles.  That neighborhood never really recovered, even to this day.  Fortunately, many current protests are not as violent, and tend to consist of people of a variety of races and ethnic roots.  A former President of the United States, a Republican and a conservative voiced his dismay concerning the incident and the deeper roots of similar incidents scattered across our nation.  The response has been overwhelming, and focused on one specific action by one specific police officer.  What I have not seen in any of the coverage over this situation is any kind of a sense of sorrow or regret for what happened.

            It seems that in our society today, no matter how much we mess up, no matter how blatant an action is, no one will accept responsibility.  What we seem to do is to create a justification instead of an explanation.

            One of my jobs in the corporate world before I went into the ministry was with a large publishing firm.  The division I worked for built and maintained computer-based programs that enabled another division to put together a huge publication used by travel agents.  The book was big and complex and so was the software designed to publish it.  And my group was in charge of the software.  My client wasn’t happy with some upgrades.  The CEO of that division called my CEO and complained.  So, my CEO called me into his office and proceeded to lambast me for creating such poor software.  Instead of trying to defend myself, I took an approach that agreed with my boss.  I said something like “if I had heard from our client what you heard, I would be as mad as you are.”  He stopped, looked at me and realized that maybe there was another perspective.  After about an hour of explanations about how the client had expected things they never asked for, he had another conversation with his counterpart.

            I didn’t try to defend myself.  There was no point.  My boss was justifiably upset.  But he had only heard one side of the story. 

            When things blow up, and people get defensive and try to justify something that, in the light of day, is truly unjustifiable, we end up hurting not only the small group involved, but the entire group of which the individuals are only a small minority.

            A friend of mine recently retired from the Bergen County Police Department.  He is pretty conservative.  But he lamented the fact that one policeman has sparked such outrage against, what at times seems to be all other policemen. 

            For me, that is the most unfortunate part.  It is pretty clear that this single person was in the wrong.  Yet people seem bent on trying to defend him.  He deserves a fair trial, which may be very difficult to provide.   Then he can defend himself in any way he sees fit. 

            It is when we seek to defend the actions of people who seem to have committed indefensible actions that we need to step back and realize that there may be another perspective. At the moment, we need to focus on insuring justice.  When the path to justice seems to have roadblocks put up by the very people charged with insuring justice, the necessary trust in our legal system breaks down.

            Let us pray for our country, our legal system, for those charged with upholding the legal system, and most of all, let us pray for “justice for all”.   

            I will be writing the Wednesday Post after I leave as the Pastor of the Asbury United Methodist Church in EHT.  After July, I will no longer post these on the Asbury UMC Facebook Page, but will post them on my blog:


Pastor Peter  

The Wednesday Post – 5/20/20


            I have a friend who is going through a difficult time in their life and they said to me at one point, “No matter what I do, it seems to always be the wrong thing.  I never know what the best action is for me in any situation.”

            I think we all can share that perspective a bit.   OK we are supposed to wear masks.  It makes sense.  If someone actually has the virus, and doesn’t know it using a mask will definitely cut down transmission.  That is true.  And if we wash our hands (often??) that helps too.

            But how often is “often”?  Do we wear masks as we drive in our car, with the windows shut?  Should we don a mask if we open the windows?

            I normally don’t wear a mask until I arrive at Shoprite or maybe Walgreens, if I need to go inside.  Is that being too “blasé”?

            In the end, we don’t really know, so for most of us, it makes sense to err on the side of caution, and always wear the mask whenever we enter any space where other people might be.  For me, that still doesn’t include walking my dog around the neighborhood.

            Yet, other folks don’t treat the mask issue with the same urgency.  Standing on line to enter Ace Hardware (only 5 customers permitted in the store at a time) one lady ahead of me had her mask on, but not covering either her nose or mouth.  In the end, probably not a real issue, but it made me think.

            Our leaders on the town, county, state and federal level have many decisions to make that aren’t so easy.  There is a tension.  On one hand, we need to keep people safe, so keeping the social distancing in force, and the stay-at-home order in force makes perfect sense.  Except, for the economic consequences.  Opening some things up would ease the economic downside, but then will likely expose higher numbers of people to the virus, resulting in additional deaths.

            Very tough decisions.  And, in some way, there really isn’t a correct, or right decision.  Any expert will likely admit that all of their expectations involve guesswork.  We really don’t know what will happen if we do something, or if we don’t do something. 

            Our Bishop has stated that even if the Governor of New Jersey lifts the ban on gatherings, he may not lift his recommendation about avoiding gatherings.  He has stated that he doesn’t want any action of any United Methodist Church in our Conference to result in the exposure of any person to the virus. 

            No matter what decisions are made, they will affect people’s lives.  Let us continue to pray for all of our leaders during this very difficult time.  And may they be guided by the love and grace of our Lord, Jesus Christ.

            I will be writing the Wednesday Post after I leave as the Pastor of the Asbury United Methodist Church in EHT.  After July, I will no longer post these on the Asbury UMC Facebook Page, but will post them on my blog:


Pastor Peter  

The Wednesday Post


            My wife, Lori Jo, just returned from the Asbury UMC Cemetery where she banded five week-old bluebirds in one of our two bluebird houses.  I think she may put a picture of one banded bird in our weekly newsletter.  The birth of 5 bluebirds reminds me that life seems to be going on all around us.  The bluebirds don’t seem to recognize what is happening to their human neighbors. 

            In the past month, at least three people I know pretty well (most of them pastors) have gotten married.  Their choice was to wait until this whole COVID-19 passed into history, and then put on a big celebration, or get married with only a few people (less than 10!!) present.  All of them chose to get married during the pandemic.  And who can blame them? 

            And, yes, there are people passing on.  Around here, the ones I know of were not related to COVID-19.  They may have been unable to be with their loved ones if they were in a hospital or a nursing home. 

            A couple of people are struggling with their relationships, some are struggling mightily.

            Life goes on.  Even during a Pandemic.

            I think, for the most part, that is the good news.

            Life does go on.

            And our lives go on.  Our Church goes on, and our mission, to be the light of Christ in the world, needs to go on.

            Maybe not in exactly the same way, but it needs to go on.

            We can’t go over to Atlantic City and feed the homeless.  But we can donate to the Food Bank, and we can pray for them.  We can pray for those on the front lines in this “war” with a deadly virus. 

            One thing I miss is praying as a community.

            I miss lifting up those on our hearts, I miss hearing the stories of when we saw God, but mostly I miss communal prayer with all of you.  I have seen some of my colleagues going on line and praying.  For me, that is a little strange because if I post something like that on Facebook, I really don’t know when anyone will see it.

            This Wednesday Post will be available by 5:30 on Wednesday, May 13th.  But, some folks don’t have access to the digital version, and so will get the print version later, sometime towards the end of the week.

            I would like to try and set up a “meeting”, a time when we can connect digitally, or just on the phone, so we can all hear each other and communicate with each other, just to pray.  I will try to start our prayer time this Sunday afternoon.

            Look for the announcement.  I will call everyone who can’t connect digitally

                        And, yes, this thought came to me as I wrote this post.  Thanks God.

Blessings Pastor Peter

The Wednesday Post – 5/6/20


            It is May, but it really doesn’t feel a whole lot different than April, or even March.  I am longing for days in the mid 70’s and nights in the upper 50’s.  Maybe we will have a few before we get into deep Summer!

            This social distancing and staying home hasn’t affected me as much as it has others.  I realize that because I work out of my home, my parsonage, that what I do has changed quite a bit, but where I do it really hasn’t.  I talked to my daughter who has two teenagers.  She and her husband are working out of the house, and the kids are doing “distance learning” out in Colorado.  The school administration just announced that “regular” school will not resume until September (their last day is scheduled for the end of May).  They are struggling because they simply aren’t used to trying to do work individually all in the same house, at the same time.

            Lori Jo is still going over to Zion to work in the office, so our routine really hasn’t changed.  But I do miss interacting with the people of Asbury UMC, both Sunday worship and even the meetings that occasionally happened, with Trustees, Council and PPR. 

            I realize I do miss the interaction, especially when I preach.  Jim Baker who gave the message on 4/26 said it was strange for him to stand in the pulpit and look out and only see three people.  It is very different.  But what I think I miss most is the greeting.  I normally walk around and interact with just about everyone.  There is the “Larry hand-bump”, a few hugs, interrupting EJ’s gaming, saying good morning to everyone and the importance of passing the peace.  Wishing peace and grace to each person there is a wonderful gift that God gives me.  And I miss that gift of fellowship and the exchange of well wishes.

            Many years ago I was in sales, I sold items to libraries.  At the end of the quarter, and especially the end of the year, when I was living alone, I would go for an entire week working out of my home office, never interacting with another human being.  Towards the end of one of those weeks, I actually went out to a convenience store and bought a cup of coffee.  I didn’t need the coffee, I had some at home.  I went to the store just to experience a brief interaction with another person.

            We will get back to than more “normal” kind of life, but there is the continuing tension between needing to stay safe and healthy, and getting the economy moving, at least a little more than it is.  I continue to remain on the side of safety, but am very concerned about people who have been out of work for 6 or 7 weeks, and counting!

            If you are someone who has been severely impacted by the stay-at-home order, let us know.  We can help, to some extent.  If you haven’t been seriously impacted, I want to encourage you to consider taking a portion of the stimulus money you have, or will, receive and donate some of it, or maybe all of it, to people in need.  Asbury has a Community Needs Fund and we continue to provide funds to the local Food Bank. 

            Caring for others, especially in a time of uncertainty, is what Jesus calls us to do.


Pastor Peter  

The Wednesday Post – 4/29/20


            This week I am on vacation.  I wasn’t going to take a vacation because of what is going on in the country, and the need to keep up with “virtual” worship.  But my Spiritual Director urged me to take the time off.  I realized that I am working just as hard, but just in different ways.  So Lori Jo and I put together a newsletter for this week, and we pre-recorded the worship service, and got Jim Baker to deliver the message.  Didn’t he do a great job??!!

            So… even taking a week off during this Pandemic is different.

            Of course, you may ask, where would we go on “vacation”!  For us, it is a kind of “stay-cation”, but we did have to drive nearly three hours to “stay” at our other home.  We are in Harmony, Warren County, NJ.  We had planned on doing some “fun” things this week.  But all State Parks are closed.  So is a recreational facility connected to the Merrill Creek Reservoir.  So, there was no place for us to go for a hike.  And the weather…. Let me tell you about the pretty lousy weather we had this week.  Lots of rain, and lots of cooler, or even cold, temperatures.  Not very inviting.  So, we ended up working on our house.  And there is, unfortunately, still lots of stuff to do.  Plus, the “regular” stuff, like mowing the acre of grass we have.  I have never been so cold mowing the lawn!!

            In between all that, we took a drive across the river, (the Delaware River is the western border of our township up here.)  What beautiful country.  There aren’t a whole lot of towns, or even hamlets.  Couple of bigger towns, but otherwise the countryside is pretty much farmland.  But it really is beautiful.  We went out on a rather gray day, but even then the grass was a deep green, some of the flowering trees were just coming out, and we drove and we drove. 

            We ended up having a pretty late lunch back in NJ.  We know a place, a very small place that sells hamburgers and ice cream with maybe 6 small tables inside.  I remembered the name of the place, and found it on the Web.  I ordered a couple of cheeseburgers and fries.  We picked them up on our way home.  (They now have a Pick-up window, that I don’t remember before.)  By the time we god home, I was starved.  A bit of confession – I eat maybe one hamburger a year.  Too much saturated fat.  But that cheeseburger (even more saturated fat) was soooo good.  Yes, and so were the fries (yeh, even more fat.)

            A drive in the country and a cheeseburger with fries.  Maybe not the most exciting part of what we used to think of as a vacation.  But for us, this vacation, something very special.  Maybe, when all of this Pandemic is history, just maybe we may all have a better appreciation of the small things in life.

            I do.


Pastor Peter  

The Wednesday Post – 4/22/20


            I was supposed to be in West Virginia doing what is called a 5-Day Academy for Spiritual Formation this week.  Then Lori Jo and I were going to take a week off, and spend time in West Virginia and western Pennsylvania.  I would have a vacation.  Of course, all of that is now canceled.  And I thought that I would need to be here every Sunday to make sure there is some sort of worship up on Facebook and Youtube. 

            Then I talked with my Spiritual Director and he urged me to take the time off anyway.  It is true, there is actually now more for me to do.  We are doing a newsletter that started after the Social Distancing began.  So, I will be taking a week off beginning the end of this week.  Which means I won’t be here on Sunday! 

            Jim Baker is filling in for me as the Preacher.  I am really happy to have Jim able to deliver a message.  It really isn’t much of a step beyond what he already does nearly every Sunday introducing the Old Testament lesson.  This gives Jim an opportunity to grow a little, and deliver a sermon for Sunday worship.  For me, it is a joy to see growth in leadership within Asbury.

            And that is what I want to concentrate on now.  Amid the anxiety, the mounting death toll in our state from the COVID-19 Pandemic, there is still joy. 

            I experienced joy when my family got together via computer to wish my 5-year-old granddaughter a Happy Birthday.  I got to see my 2-year-old grandson jumping around and rolling on the rug.  I also saw my much more “mature” almost 16-year-old granddaughter and 13-year-old grandson.  Oh, yeh, all my kids were there too!  What joy!  We should have done this years ago, but we didn’t.  It took this kind of social “lock-down” to enable us to realize what a gift we can get just by being able to see each other in real time.

            Other people seem to be finding relaxation in walking.  I have been walking my dog around my neighborhood for nearly 6 years.  Most of the time I might wave to a couple of people, and I have met the three other people who regularly walk their dogs.  In the last month I have met a bunch more people.  I am doing what I have always done, but they are out walking, either because they now work from home, or because they are no longer working.  There is always a down side.  But the up side is that I see more of my neighbors, and get to at least say “Hi” from a distance.

            Even when the clouds seem deep and dark, we can still find joy.  Maybe just in the little things.  There is joy to be found!  Go and look!


Pastor Peter