St. Andrew United Methodist Church
Monday, May 25, 2020
Open Minds. Open Hearts. Open Doors.


         From the Sr. Associate Pastor’s


Keeper of the Springs There was a quiet forest dweller who lived high above an Austrian village along the eastern slope of the Alps. The old gentleman had been hired many years ago by an earlier town council to clear away the debris of leaves and branches from the pristine springs up in the mountain ravines. These springs fed the pool from which the town gathered its water supply.

With consistency, the old man patrolled the surrounding hills, removed dead leaves and branches, and cleared away the dirt, dead animals, and silt that otherwise would clog and contaminate the fresh supply of water. In time, the village prospered and became a popular vacation spot for tourists. The mill wheels ran day and night, farmlands were irrigated, the water was unpolluted, the village healthy, and it was picture postcard beautiful.

Years passed. At one small town council meeting to review the budget, one member noticed the salary figure paid to the obscure “keeper-of-the springs. “ The treasurer questioned the expense and asked “Who is this old man? Who hired him? Is he productive?” The treasurer paused, then went on, “For all we know, this stranger up in the hills might be dead. He isn’t needed any longer.” So by a unanimous voice vote the council did away with the old man’s services.

For several weeks nothing happened…all seemed to continue as it had been. Then came autumn, leaves were dropping, small branches snapped off, silt began to fall into the springs, and the flow began to slow. One householder noticed a slight yellowish-brown tint in the water. In a few days the gathering pool showed more dark water. In another week, a slime began covering some sections of the canal banks… then an odor was detected. The mill wheels ground to a halt, tourists disappeared, children began to get sick.

Quickly, the embarrassed town council called a special meeting. They realized their error. They voted to re -hire the old keeper of the springs and within several weeks the sparkling river of life cleared up…mill wheels turned again, tourists came back, children stopped being sick, and a renewed life returned to this Alpine village! 

And what was the name of the old “Keeper-of-Springs”? Well, according to this story which has been told and retold in many versions, if you were to research the town records you will find his name possibly recorded as: Integrity, love, character, sound doctrine, prayer, Jesus, Joshua, perseverance, solid homes-- -well, you get the idea. And now that you know, you can put most anything foundational in as the keeper of your springs. We, personally, as well as the people we lead all are in need of the Keeper Of The Springs!

In His Service

Terry and Mary 






From the Associate Pastor’s Desk

My mom recently had a Face Time call with my sister and two nephews, Sam and Zachary. Sam is eight and Zachary is four. As my mom and sister caught up over the call, my nephews would join in here and there while playing.

In the middle of the Face Time call, my youngest nephew, Zachary, came running in to he room where my sister was and with a lot of emotion and outrage said, “Sam took my license away!!” Apparently the boys were pretending that they were driving to a concert. I don’t know what exactly Sam’s role was to take away Zachary’s pretend license...or what Zachary did to have it revoked (though this kid does go fast and hard on his Hot Wheels!). But Zachary was not having it. He was outraged and upset.

Sam quickly piped in from the other room that he had just imagined it would be best to take away Zachary’s license. He apparently said this with a good amount of confidence and authority. So you’ve got to give the kid credit for asserting his role as big brother!


My sister calmly asked if they might be able to imagine a different way the story might continue as they played together, and there was a visible relief and excitement in Zachary’s face as he ran off to rejoin Sam and envision a new script for their playtime story.


Again and again throughout the Old and New Testament, we see God throughout humanity’s story using a holy creativity to rescue, repair, redeem, and make a way. Seemingly out of nothing. Seemingly when we think there is no other way to turn or direction to go-this is what we claim in the resurrection of Jesus and what we celebrate in Easter. Eastertide is the fifty (yes, fifty!) day season we lean into in the church following Easter Sunday until Pentecost Sunday. As we lean into the Eastertide season, where might God give you a holy imagination to connect with your neighbors in a new way in our current socially distanced reality? How might holy imagination come upon you to bring you closer to Jesus, imagining a new and whole path where you thought there was no turn left to take? Through the grace of God and the redemptive love of God, can you use your imagination?


Peace and Grace,

Rev. Beth+