Pastor's Devotions by Tim Harris

Those of us who live in the northern half of the United States know that the weather in the month of April can be quite unpredictable. One day we can be in the 70’s wearing shorts and short sleeves, the next day we’re back to our winter gear. This week has been a case in point. Just a few days ago, here in New Jersey, it was in the 70’s and really began to feel as if summer was on its way. Yesterday, just a couple of days later, it was chilly to the point that I had to wear a sweatshirt, winter jacket, hat, and gloves to walk our dog.  Thankfully we didn’t have snow as did some of our friends in the Midwest!   This is why, here in New Jersey, we don’t normally plant flowers until around Mother’s Day.  We don’t want our flowers to die from an unexpected frost, which can easily happen in the unpredictable month of April. We might say, we need to expect that unexpected and unpredictable weather  just may take place, lest we are caught off guard and end up with a bed full of dead flowers. 

This week I’ve had to take care of some business with the New Jersey Motor Vehicle Commission (MVC). (Yes, you can begin to feel sorry for me now!) Without getting into all the details of all the going back and forth to MVC this past week, I returned this morning, about 30 minutes before they opened to find that there were already about 50 people on the line that I needed to get on. That’s when the waiting began.  I first I had to wait until the MVC opened. I then had to wait until it was my turn to be let into the building. Once I was in, I had to wait on a line to give the woman behind the desk my cell phone number. I was then told to leave and wait for a text message that would tell me when to come back, so that I could enter the building again and wait for my number to be called.  In essence, I waited and waited so that I could be called back to wait again!  If you know me, you know waiting is not my strong point.  But to wait so that I can be told to wait some more is really beyon

I’ve become convinced that our dog Sadie is able to tell time—or, at the very least she has a very good sense of time. When I was laid up at home recovering from both back surgery and COVID, I noticed that after breakfast Sadie would take her place in the family room and for the rest of the morning and much of the afternoon, she would sleep. Every so often she might get up and go to a different spot, but she would rarely try to interact with me. However, somewhere between 2:00 p.m. and 2:30 p.m. she would come over to me or to someone else who was in the house and begin to beg to go outside for her afternoon walk. It was like she suddenly came alive. It was as if she knew what time it was.    This week I’ve been going to my office on a more regular schedule. What I noticed is that, when I come home at lunchtime, Sadie doesn’t even get up to greet me. It’s as if she knows it is too early for her afternoon walk.  But when I come home later in the day, there she is, sitting by the gate th

After being quarantined with COVID for about 17 days, yesterday I was finally able to leave my home. It was a good feeling to be able to step outside without the fear of infecting someone else with the virus that had me sick for almost three weeks. And I’m very excited to be able to be in church this weekend for our Easter services.  You might say, I feel like I’ve experienced a resurrection of a sort. As I wrote about last week, it’s no fun being stuck at home unable to do the things you want to do and go the places you want to or even need to go. Being able to come out of quarantine is in some way like being resurrected to new life! At least that’s how I feel.   I know that may be a bit of an exaggeration. But it’s an appropriate one considering what this weekend is all about.  The scriptures describe for us how on Friday Jesus’ body was shut up in a tomb that was sealed with a giant stone. There was no way in the world that Jesus was going to be able to get out of that tomb—at least