Spring Grove spirit

small town church and Paper Mill
St. Paul’s Lutheran Church, left. Paper Mill, right. Baptized and confirmed at St. Paul’s. Made great Summer College-job money for two Summers at “The Mill”.
small town Catholic Church
This tiny Catholic Church is directly across from my Grandparent’s row home. After your Great Grandmother Evelyn died, your Great Aunt Jennifer sold the row home, in the late 1990’s.

There are three Churches on Main Street: Lutheran, Catholic, and Methodist.

Your Grandfather never went to Church. Sunday morning was the only opportunity to sleep in. And he deservedly took it.

Don’t recall your “Spring Grove” Great Grandparents ever attending Church. In contrast, your Great Grandmother who lived in Hanover (where i was born) taught Sunday School and reportedly was devoted to her Methodist Church in Hanover. Your “Hanover” Great Grandmother never had a husband that i met. To this day the story is a mystery.

In writing this, it’s a flashback to how absent formal religion was in my life.

We never said Grace before dinner. Never.

We never volunteered for community service. Never.

This seemed typical and i never felt like something was missing.

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Avoiding spiritual trauma

Spring Grove, PA
My Grandparent’s row home, directly across from the Ford dealership. My Aunt sold it in 1996, after my Grandmother passed away.

The most spiritual people are the ones who are irrationally passionate about being spiritual.

To feel anxiety and discontent, for them, would be trauma to their spirit.

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Happy Birthday Aunt Jennifer

Happy Birthday Aunt Jennifer.

My Aunt Jennifer’s birthday is today.

She may never read this, but that isn’t stopping me from thinking about her and hoping she has her best birthday ever.

Some people say it stinks to get old.

I guess it could if you let it.

Don’t you think getting old is one of the greatest gifts God bestows on us?

I do.

Carpe diem, jeff noel 🙂