“My daddy is in jail.”

It is an honor to be with you this morning.

Doesn’t matter if you are watching on-line or here in the Sanctuary, we are happy that you joined us.

Will you join me in prayer?

Father of us all, we thank you for the privilege of worshipping this morning. Over the next few minutes, touch our hearts. Amen

I truly am honored to be with you.

When I have this opportunity to pinch-hit in the pulpit, I always offer some disclaimers.

First, I’m no expert on anything. My wife can affirm that.

Second, I’m no theologian or Biblical scholar.

And finally, while I did complete the process to become a certified lay speaker, I’m sure if leaders for the district and conference checked carefully, they might find that my credentials need renewal.

Despite those disclaimers let’s get started.

On the afternoon of Monday, June 15, I was in Trinity Hall. I was quietly putting away chairs and tables from a Saturday afternoon event.

At some point, I took a break, and checked my phone.

I saw I had a missed call. The person had left a voice mail.

That’s when I learned your pastor, Mark, was looking for a substitute, a pinch hitter for this morning.

My mind slipped back into my years in public education and as a student too. When the regular teacher was out for a day, sometimes good students took on a different persona. Depending upon their skills, often a substitute teacher could have a challenging day.

So, I accepted Mark’s invitation, and with some regret, I promise to behave.

Today is Father’s Day.

At Trinity on Father’s Day, the men have a tradition of wearing Hawaiian shirts. Years ago, one of our usher teams brought in this practice. In truth, its been fun. But for the benefit of your eyes, I opted to spare you the vision of an old guy in a flamboyant Hawaiian shirt.

In preparing for this morning, I pondered multiple scripture options related to fathers. As you know, the Bible has many stories linked to fathers.

I considered Abraham. I thought about the father of the Prodigal Son, and even Mary’s husband, Joseph.

But for some reason, I was drawn to Proverbs Chapter 4 verses 1-15. I think my pull was the multiple references to wisdom.

The movie The Shooter is too violent for me to recommend that you watch it. However, there is a memorable scene in the film about wisdom.

Two of the characters, who are in a bit of hot water, meet with an elderly man who is known for his expertise as a gunsmith.

This expert looks at his two guests and says to them, “You boys come along way, what you looking for?”

One of the guest’s replies: “wisdom.”

With no hesitation, the gunsmith responds, “You come to the wrong place.”

I’m not sure about you, but often in my attempts to deal with this crazy world of ours, I find that I need wisdom.

I wonder where do you go to get wisdom today?

Do you sit at your computer and ask AI your wisdom question?

Do you phone a friend?

In looking for your much needed wisdom, might you do some in depth research?

Or, do you still come to this Sanctuary on Sunday mornings to find the wisdom you need?

Years ago, my search for wisdom would take me to my father or to my father-in-law. Even though their growing up environments were very different, their experiences in life had made them wise. I knew these cherished men would be able to guide me.

Today, I have a very predictable wisdom routine. I start my day by reading the daily devotional in the Upper Room. That quiet time also includes a long prayer connected to my lengthy prayer list.

Yet, I can tell you— nothing else related to the day ahead of me starts until my devotion and prayer time is completed.

Somedays, I find wisdom in the words from strangers who have written those devotionals and live on the other side of the world.

Other days, the scripture reading pushes me to carefully think about the life lessons available from these verses.

Part of what drew me to our scripture reading this morning from Chapter Four of Proverbs were the references to wisdom.

Additionally, from those fifteen verses, I’m drawn to these words: listen, insight, teaching, heart, paths, and evildoers.

The author makes it clear that if you gain wisdom you also need to pickup some insight.

How many times in your life has your insight come from reliving a challenging moment through your rearview mirror? In that reflection, do you ever silently say to yourself, I wish I had responded differently?

Our lives take us down many paths. The scripture warns us that evildoers can be along the way. We are advised not to go down that path to turn away.

Despite those warnings, that wisdom, that insight, some of us fall in with the evildoers. Why is that?

In his book Somebody Told Me, author, Rick Bragg, writes about America. The book is based upon articles that he wrote as a reporter for the New York Times. Mr. Bragg won a Pulitzer Prize for his work. Included in the book are several articles related to the tragic mass shootings that have plagued America.

One of the saddest of these shootings is about Mitchell Johnson and Andrew Golden. When these two opened fire on their school, Mitchell was fourteen and Andrew eleven.

Everyone wants to know how can a fourteen year old and an eleven year old do such a thing? Where did the shooters go wrong? Did these troubled individuals go wrong because they had no wisdom, no insight, no one to guide them in their lives?

How much of that “why” is linked to these findings:

According to a report from the US Census Bureau: In 2023, nearly one in four children in America aged 0‒17 years, totaling about 19 million, were living in a household without their biological, step, or adoptive father, mostly with their mother (85% of cases). In fact, living in a single-parent households with a father absent is the second most common U.S. living arrangement, and the proportion of these households has doubled since 1970 (US Census Bureau, 2023). 

That’s right, I said 19 million with no father in the household.

Let me be clear. As a retired educator, I saw how challenging parenting can be in all circumstances. I worked with many gifted single parents. Yet, I wonder how much better life might be for those 19 million children if there was a reliable, steady father in their lives.

And yes, I know that all fathers aren’t perfect.

Even when fathers are reliable, loyal, and steady in their support of their children and families, they can be challenged.

In the Bible, let’s go back for a moment and think about Abraham, and the father of the Prodigal Son, and Joseph.

To be truthful with you, I struggle with God directing Abraham to sacrifice his son Isaac. Yes, I know God tests us. Thank goodness for the angel’s intervention, but I can’t begin to imagine the emotional scarring for Abraham and Isaac.

And to continue that truthfulness, I struggle with the story of the Prodigal Son. I think my struggle with this scripture is because I know there were many times in my life where I disappointed my father. I let him down.

I know there was never a moment in my life when my father let me down—his heart was too good. Perhaps, my father learned from the good heart of the father of the Prodigal Son.

And speaking of good hearts, what about Joseph?

Engaged to Mary. Out of the blue, he learns that she is expecting a child. The angel of the Lord comes to Joseph in a dream telling him to continue to stand by Mary. What trust Joseph must have had in his heart to comply and remain loyal.

When I think about Abraham, and the father of the Prodigal Son, and Joseph, I want to know who taught them to be reliable, steady, and loyal? Where did they receive this wisdom?

For thirty one years, I worked in the public schools of Virginia. Initially, teaching was at the core of my daily work. Yes, I have lots of stories swirling around my old noggin’.

But, I have never forgotten one day during lunch duty in the cafeteria at Lakeside Elementary School. I sat down with a class of second graders. They were waiting for their teacher to pick them up.

One student, who was new to our school, moved closer to me and said clearly “my daddy is in jail.”

I’ve had students confide and say lots of things to me, but that was the first time for “my daddy is in jail.”

Let’s think back to those 19 million children with no father in the home. How many of those children have a “daddy in jail?”

I think we know the answer.

According to the Sentencing Project, 2.7 million children have a parent serving time in prison or jail on any given day, and over 5.2 million have had an incarcerated parent at some point during their lives.

At this point, you might be thinking, hey Bill, can you lightened up a bit?

And the answer is yes.

Why wasn’t one Father’s Day gift better than the other? It was a tie!

Where do dads go to dance on Father’s Day? Golf clubs.

What’s a groundbreaking Father’s Day gift to give to your dad? A shovel.

That was a pitiful attempt at humor.

Maybe, you were distracted from “My daddy is in jail” for a few seconds.

Despite that brief interruption, that challenge, those 19 million children without a father aren’t going to disappear from our communities, our states, and our country.

Perhaps, you have enjoyed some of the documentaries created by American filmmaker, Ken Burns. In the editing room where Mr. Burns and his team work, there is a sign that states “It’s complicated.”

Marriage, having children, and parenthood are complicated.

It takes quite a commitment to work through the ups and downs of marriage, having children, and parenthood.

In a few days, I’ll turn seventy-three. I often wonder how my wife and I made it through raising our three children.

One constant in my reflections is our teamwork.

Our commitment to see each other through never wavered.

Yes, it was challenging, demanding, and frustrating.

But, we survived because of that teamwork.
Somewhere along the way, without us realizing it, the wisdom, the insight, the teaching, the listening from Proverbs Chapter Four was with us.

And that included those aggravating, heart wrenching moments when a wrong path or an “evildoer” interrupted the flow of life for our children.

I have no idea where that young man is today who confided in me— “my daddy is in jail.”

I hope that young man’s father was able to return to his son.

With the grace of God, I hope that wisdom, insights, listening, and teaching reconnected their lives.
And if in that journey, a wrong path or “evildoers” appeared for the father and son, I hope that the path and the “evildoers” were quickly overpowered and sent on their way by the collective bond found in wisdom, insights, listening, and teaching.

The Steep Canyon Rangers are a successful bluegrass band from Asheville, North Carolina. Through the lyrics of their songs, their songwriters convey some memorable stories.

When I think about those 19 million children, I’m reminded of a song by the Steep Canyon Rangers titled “Hard Luck Kid.”

These words spoke to my old heart:

“He was looking to me with eyes so tired, so young, saying, “Can’t you see I’m worth just as much as anyone?” Give me just one chance, a little grace, and let me in, a little grace for the hard luck kid.”

Out of those 19 million children, you, me, we, us know there are going to be some “hard luck kids” in our paths.

Kids that are “tired,” who just need a “chance,” just a little “grace.”

Proverbs Chapter 4 verse 4 states: “Let your heart hold fast my words.”

Abraham, and the father of the Prodigal Son, and Joseph had hearts that held fast to wisdom, insights, listening, teaching, and grace.

In our daily living when we encounter one of those 19 million children aren’t God and Jesus going to be counting on our hearts to hold fast to wisdom, insights, listening, teaching, and grace?

When that day confronts you, me, we, us will our hearts be ready to respond?

Benediction:
I hope you have a good Father’s Day.
I recall that all my father wanted on Father’s Day was a good nap.
I hope you have a good week too.
And, I hope our hearts will hold fast to the wisdom from Proverbs.
Now go in peace.

Note from author: On Sunday, June 21, 2026, I had the privilege of pinch hitting for the pastor at St. Andrew’s United Methodist Church in Henrico County, Virginia.

(Photo Bill Pike)

The new Steep Canyon Rangers’ album, Next Act: “we can order it for you.”

(Photo taken of album cover by Bill Pike)

Dear Steep Canyon Rangers,

Sadly, I was not able to attend your May 28 and 29 concerts at the Sierra Nevada Brewing Company Amphitheater in Mill River, North Carolina.

I had a tiny distraction to deal with here in Richmond, Virginia. Our youngest daughter’s wedding was scheduled for Saturday, May 30.

No matter what I tried, neither my wife nor daughter could be persuaded to let me attend either show. Even though, I was just the lowly father of the bride, I guess from a distance or up close the optics didn’t look good for such an escape. Maybe next year.

Congratulations on the release of your new album—Next Act.

I’m one of those old guys who hasn’t returned to vinyl. I prefer having a CD in my hands as opposed to all that digital downloading stuff.

I made a short drive into Richmond to my usually reliable independent record store to purchase Next Act.

Sadly, they did not even have a bin divider with Steep Canyon Rangers printed on it.

In the bin labeled S, much to my dismay they did not have a copy of your new album. They did have a copy of your excellent live album—Live At Greenfield Lake. I already own a copy of this album.

I made another check through the S bin, and rechecked the latest releases section at the front of the store, but no Next Act was present. I questioned an employee about the album, and he simply said, “we can order it for you.”

The Eddie Haskel in me, or maybe that should be the Ernest T. Bass in me wanted to say: “ I can order it too, but I was trying to support your store, you know my local independent record store.”

So, I thought I would try our local Barnes and Noble. They have a small section featuring recordings.

At Barnes and Noble, a nice young lady checked to see if Next Act was in the store, and of course, it wasn’t. And she too said, “we can order it for you.” By that time, the Eddie Haskell and Ernest T. Bass had died in me—no snarky comment.

A few days later, I ordered the CD from The Steep Canyon Rangers’ website. It arrived in the US Mail on Thursday, June 11.

At our church on Friday, June 12, while setting up Trinity Hall for a Saturday evening event, I listened to Next Act.


In some of the preliminary reading I did about the album, I read that instrumentally the recording marked a return to the band’s bluegrass roots. No drum set for Mike Ashworth, and no banjo-caster for Graham Sharp on this recording.

This back to the basics has happened with other bands too.

While mostly overlooked, the Beach Boys attempted to move away from the complexities of Pet Sounds and Smile with their Wild Honey album.

The Beatles made a similar push with the Get Back sessions. This was a significant step away from the legendary Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band and to some extent The White Album. However, the shelved Get Back sessions did eventually birth the magnificent Abbey Road.

For the Steep Canyon Rangers, I think Next Act is a winner. There are no clunker songs on the album. I know this because the songs from this recording stuck what’s left of my memory bank.

This album pivots off of the the band’s multiple strengths.

No doubt they are gifted players, masters of their instruments. Their playing can be fiery hot, or deftly simple and pretty.

Mandolin player and harmony singer, Mike Guggino, is an example of this. At times on these recordings, his fingers sear the fretboard of his mandolin.

I’ve always loved their harmonies. But a extra dimension is added to the band with four lead vocalist in Aaron, Graham, Barrett, and Mike. Barrett and Mike are at their best with “Some Days” and “Babylon Stone.”
I continue to be impressed with the band’s songwriters. Aaron Burdett and Graham Sharp are good storytellers. They have a gift for weaving the past and the present into their lyrics. Their stories reflect what feels like real people, real lives—people that you might encounter in any town in America. I like what I hear in the realness of these heartfelt words.

Edie Brickell and Steve Martin lend support on a couple songs. Both performers easily blend into the structure of each song. That’s not surprising considering Miss Brickell and Mr. Martin have histories with the band.

Perhaps not a first, but the Ranger’s gifted fiddle player, Nicky Sanders, puts in some nice piano playing on “Hard Luck Kid.”

Even though I miss his creative and well-timed drum work, Mike Ashworth contributes dobro, guitar, banjo, and some quiet percussion to the recording along with vocals. He is also credited in sharing production work with the group. This is a testament to his talent.

Despite my frustration in securing a copy of the album, my only other complaint is there is no photo of the band anywhere on the CD packaging. Perhaps, the record label, Yep Roc, was saving pennies.

I would like to see the Steep Canyon Rangers in concert again. I’m curious to see if Mike Ashworth will be set up behind a drum kit.

While bluegrass purists are probably dismayed about the drums being a part of the Steep Canyon Rangers, I think Mr. Ashworth’s drumming added a nice punch and texture to the band.

Hope your summer tour goes well.

Thanks for recording and releasing Next Act.

I know this was your fifteenth studio album, and I hope there are fifteen more in the future.

For my rapidly aging, non-musician ears, you gentlemen, the Steep Canyon Rangers, are required listening.

“Long may you run.”

Bill Pike
Richmond, Virginia

Annual Conference: Methodists in Harrisonburg, Virginia

From June 17-20, Methodist from across Virginia hunkered down at the Atlantic Union Bank Center for the 244th Annual Conference in Harrisonburg, Virginia.

Methodist are pretty tame. I doubt if they needed extra security at the Atlantic Union Bank Center.

Occasionally, Methodist do get riled up on a social issue.

Related to Methodist clergy to be able to perform same sex marriages, it felt like the Methodist church took a million years to make a decision.

Even when common ground was found and changes were made, some congregations weren’t happy and left the denomination.

At this year’s annual conference, Bishop Sue Haupert Johnson will preside. Bishop Sue has a tough job.

Her job is not much different from being the superintendent of schools for a large school system. On some days, no matter what a bishop or superintendent tries, they can’t please everyone.

As a life long Methodist, I’ve attended a few annual conferences. The agenda for the gathering is grounded in reports, voting related to conference business, worship services, and opportunities to learn from fellow Methodist across Virginia.

Worrier that I am, I worry that we Methodists are still too resistant to change. At times, I sense we are trapped in the “that’s the way we’ve always done it’ mindset.

Hanging on to that mentality in the future won’t be helpful to Methodist churches.

In the Winter 2026 issue of the William and Mary alumni magazine, I read an interesting article about Will Payne, a 2001 graduate of the school. (Article written by Jeremy Norman)

The article covers many things that Mr. Payne has been involved since graduating.

At this stage of his life, Mr. Payne is heading up Squabble State Hard Cider and Spirits in Bristol, Virginia. This is a 68 acre agritourism destination.

At the core of Mr. Payne’s work are two dedications—“a drive to build things that matter and an unwavering belief in the potential of people.”

Those two givens are not dissimilar to church thinking—build opportunities for people to participate in programs that matter and utilizing the untapped potential of people.

For years, church attendance and participation has been in decline. Mr. Payne’s investments in southwest Virginia, an area that has struggled economically caused him to rethink what was before him.
He did not focus on that “decline.” Instead, he shifted his thinking to “opportunity” and believing that the region could be “reimagined.”

The keys to “reimagining” were linked to building relationships, understanding the region’s “undervalued assets” and wrestling with how “outdated perceptions limited the region’s potential.”

Reimagining churches could pivot off this template too. Developing new relationships, identifying a church’s “undervalued assets,” and understanding how “perceptions” of a church can limit its future are essential for church leaders and their congregations to consider.

Mr. Payne also learned quite a bit in the reimagining of the farm that was purchased and redeveloped. He stated that “farming teaches humility, weather, pests, disease. If it can go sideways, it will.”

Churches know about humility too. But I wonder if we truly understand humility?

How much of churches going “sideways” was caused by our inability to embrace Mr. Payne’s thinking—“honoring a region’s past and building its future are not opposing ideas.” Going forward can churches find a compatible balance between the two?

In his pursuit to make Squabble State a regional destination, Mr. Payne believes this—“Give people more than a reason to stop. Give them a reason to come back. That’s how you become a destination.”

For churches this means if a new family stops in on a Sunday morning for a visit, then what the church offers that Sunday morning must be compelling enough to make them want to come back. For a church staff and its congregation, that means from the pulpit to the last pew everyone must be at their very best every Sunday— not occasionally.

I hope annual conference went well.

And as clergy and their congregations begin another church year maybe some of these observations about Will Payne from his peers can be put to use toward reimagining our churches:

“Will is a problem solver, a uniter, and a natural servant leader.”

“Will has been successful mainly because he listens. Most people talk more frequently than they listen, and they believe they can persuade people to agree. Will approaches things differently. He allows people the space to express themselves, and then finds common ground.”

If the Methodist church in Virginia expects to impact the future of the communities it serves, the church will need to think differently.

Maybe E. B. White said it best: “The only sense that is common in the long run, is the sense of change – and we all instinctively avoid it.”

Methodist, we can no longer avoid change.

(Photo Bill Pike)

Last rites for a dying pump

The sound I could hear coming from the Trinity Hall Mechanical Room wasn’t a happy one.

For sure, circulating pumps make noise when they are working. But these sounds were beyond the normal whirring of a motor that was working properly.

I could hear metal vibrating and bearings that were thinking to themselves—“I’ve grown weary of this same predictable redundancy day after day, I’m ready to check out.”

Eventually, the I’m not happy sound was annoying staff members who could hear something, but they weren’t quite sure what that sound was.

Our associate pastor asked, “What is that sound?”

I responded, “A pump in need of its last rites.”

So, I asked our HVAC company to stop by to offer an assessment of the ailing pump.

Their assessment was bleak.

The pump needed to be placed in mechanical hospice.

This highly reliable and well-built pump had been circulating chilled water during the often brutal Richmond summers since July 1987. The pump kept people in the Trinity Hall wing of the building from melting on those unbearable summer days.

The estimated cost for the pump’s funeral was close to $13,800. The pump alone was nearly $8,000.

I protested the high cost of that funeral to the estimator. I asked him to sharpen his pencil. He obliged this request. The price reduced almost a thousand dollars.


There was no way that our current budget could afford the funeral cost for a new pump. The harsh winter had been rough on our HVAC systems and budget.

I pushed back.

I thought to myself.

I appreciate the almost forty years of loyalty from this pump.

In this fast-paced, every changing world, I sense that loyalty is becoming a scarce commodity.

I asked if the loyal pump could be rebuilt?

Our lead HVAC technician said that was a possibility.

So with a bit more investigation, we determined that we could shutdown the pump and still keep that section of the building cool.

Late on Thursday afternoon, I pulled down on the arm of the singular circuit for that pump. In a matter of seconds the pump was quiet.

On Friday morning, another technician stopped by to remove the pump. This was no easy task. The pump is bulky, heavy, and in a tight location. Eventually, the technician won.

The pump was transported to Roy’s Electric. For over seventy five years, Roy’s has developed a reliable reputation for assessing old pumps and determining if they are salvageable and able to be rebuilt. This $90.00 assessment will hopefully give us a positive answer to rebuild the pump.

If the pump can be rebuilt with new parts and quality hands on assembly, the cost to bring it back to life is $3,000.

My fingers are crossed that the pump can be rebuilt. Our church budget will appreciate the difference in price.

Keeping an eye on the daily workings of a church is not much different from keeping a daily eye on the workings of our own bodies. Just as mechanical rooms are complicated—so are our human bodies.

We never know when our bodies might opt to have a difficult conversation with us.

I’m sure God and Jesus hear difficult prayers everyday from people around the world.

These people are reaching out because a loved one might be nearing the end.

Clearly, human beings are a lot different from mechanical room HVAC pumps. A pump can be replaced, or maybe rebuilt.

That’s not always the case for human beings. Sometimes, doctors with lots of dignity, grace, and respect must tell families— I’m sorry, but we have no other options.

If I’m lucky before the end of June, I’ll turn seventy-three.

I think how fortunate I’ve been. I wonder how many more birthdays I might have in me?

Despite my efforts to take care of myself, I wonder when will my luck run out?

Today at church, I had a long conversation with a friend who had lost his wife to cancer. Despite this devastating loss, he found comfort in a recent research breakthrough for the type of cancer she battled. That breakthrough was a ray of hope for the future.

Isaiah 41:10 states: “Don’t be afraid, for I am with you. Don’t be discouraged, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will hold you up with My victorious right hand.”

In her book, “The Wings of Hope: Survivor,” Lailah Gifty Akita wrote: “Hope is hanging on to the promises of God.”

Doesn’t matter if you’re dealing with a weary old HVAC pump, or the frailty of human life, sometimes, the only hope we have is “hanging on to the promises of God.”

The dying pump (Photo Bill Pike)

Wedding Day Saturday, May 30, 2026: A Toast

(Photo Bill Pike)

Before, I start, how about this weather. Since Thursday, we’ve had spectacular weather.

I was told to keep this short, no goofy humor, no preachiness, and above all don’t embarrass us.

Nice try.

I’d like to start by thanking everyone for being here this evening.

Over the last few days, we had family and friends arrive from London, England, Hawaii, California, Texas, Tennessee, Illinois, Georgia, Massachusetts, New York, Maryland, North Carolina, and Virginia.

We are honored to have you with us.

But in truth, my most heartfelt thanks goes to those who opted not to attend—bless your hearts.

We are deeply appreciative of our friends, Bill and Cabell Longan for helping Elizabeth and Jackson reserve the Commonwealth Club.

Thanks for every staff member at the Commonwealth Club and our wedding coordinators.

Appreciate the staff and volunteers at Trinity United Methodist Church for their help too.

Thanks to those “dangerous” steel magnolias who hosted bridal showers in North Carolina and Virginia, and the bridal luncheon yesterday.

We also want to thank the Cates and Phipps families for their gracious hospitality at the rehearsal dinner.

The whole evening was delightful—delicious food, connecting conversations, and heartfelt toasts to honor Jackson and Elizabeth.

We look forward to being with you at more family gatherings in the future.

That thanks goes also to some special heavenly guests Ken and Liz, Bill and Louise, Susan and Larry, and two of my uncles Harry and Ralph who adored Elizabeth.

I’ve been thinking about this day for a long time.

I have determined that weddings are not about fathers.

Weddings are all about the mother of the bride or groom.

Our family has been exceptionally lucky to have my wife to be our leader for these events.

Her command center was the kitchen table. All of the lists, notes, and orders were developed there.

Betsy, I love and thank you for all of this.

The words—“Just Chill William” are engrained in what remains of my gnat size brain.

Perhaps that might make a good two-sided t-shirt. On the front “Just Chill William” and on the back a rendering of William in a block of ice with the words “William Is Frozen.”

For a wedding, fathers lose their “Miranda” rights.

George Banks played by Steve Martin in the remake of the movie Father of the Bride showed us that.

I will spare you my George Banks inspired “flipping out” grievances.

Relatives and friends offered me advice related to the wedding.

My sister-in-law, Abby, told me to stock up my basement office with survival supplies and stay down there until a couple days before the wedding.

At one point, I told my college pal, Dan Callow, I’d like to pull a Forrest Gump, and start running away. But in true Dan wisdom, he told me that would be too easy.

So, Jackson, every father prays that his daughter will not end up with Mr. Wrong.

I guess the good Lord was listening, because I think for Elizabeth you are Mr. Right.

I say that for lots of reasons. But over these last couple of years, I’ve seen and admired your quiet endurance and resilience.

And in the ups and downs of that endurance and resilience, I’ve witnessed your love and respect for Elizabeth.

Jackson, we love you and welcome you to our family.

Elizabeth, where do I start?

Quite honestly, I thought at one point during your senior year of high school that I would be faced with two options.

At that time, you and your mother “loved” each other so much that I thought I’d be visiting one of you in prison and the other at the cemetery.

I’m thankful that eventually “love” intervened and persevered.

Jackson, I’m sorry, but the shopping gene that Elizabeth possesses is from the Cloud side of the family.

That is countered by her stubbornness which has long been linked to an unmuted gene from the Pike family.

Elizabeth, I want you to know that I love your endurance and resilience too. I’ve seen that at work in your personal and professional life, and I’ve seen this with your love and respect for Jackson.

The March 2026 issue of Southern Living Magazine has an article titled “She’s Got Game.” The article focuses on six Southern women who have impacted women’s basketball “both on and off the court.”

One of those women is Kara Lawson. She is the coach of Duke University women’s team.

A 2022 video of Coach Lawson talking to her Duke players gained much attention through social media.

Here is part of what Coach Lawson said to her players:

“We all wait in life for things to get easier. Most people think that it’s going to get easier. Life is gonna get easier, basketball’s gonna get easier, school is gonna get easier—it never gets easier. What happens is you become someone that handles hard stuff better.”

Elizabeth and Jackson, I know you know that marriage isn’t easy, but through your experiences with each other you will learn to handle the hard stuff better.

Handling that hard stuff better is grounded in what might be a dying word—loyalty.

Your love and loyalty to each other won’t make life easier.

But your love and loyalty for each other can carry a marriage for a long, long, long time.

Years ago, at Lakeside Elementary School, one of the young teachers on our faculty was engaged.

From her wedding invitation, I cut out and saved these words from the Song of Solomon Chapter 3 verse 4: “I found the one who loves my soul.”

To Elizabeth and Jackson, it is clear to me and everyone here that you “found and love each others souls.”

We pray that love will sustain you and your souls for forever.

All the best!

Note from the author: A few minutes after 4:30 p.m. on Saturday, May 30, 2026, I had the honor and privilege of walking our youngest daughter down the church aisle and to the altar for the wedding ceremony. On behalf of her mother and me, I handed her over to Jackson. Long may they endure.

Cedarfield Devotional: “do whatever he tells you”

I’m honored to be with you this afternoon.

Perhaps, we’ll learn a little bit more about each other over the next hour.

That’s right.

I was told to fill up an hour.

Just kidding. I don’t want you to be late for dinner.

Let’s see if I can do better with the humor.

Perhaps, you recall the comedian, Red Skelton.

I can remember watching his show on television.

Here is some humor from Mr. Skelton:

All men make mistakes, but married men find out about them sooner.

There are three signs of old age—loss of memory—I forget the other two.

I put on a lot of weight. I was only six and half pounds when I was born.

I married Miss Right. I just didn’t know her first name was Always.

I asked my wife where she wanted to go for our anniversary. She said, “Somewhere I haven’t been in a long time.” I suggested the kitchen.

There is nothing like a bit of humor to distract us from the challenges that might be whirling around us.

During his career, Red Skelton knew it was important for him to help people to laugh.

Mr. Skelton said this: “I personally believe that each of us was put here for a purpose — to build not to destroy. If I can make people smile, then I have served my purpose for God.”

Do you ever wonder what God was thinking when he brought his son, Jesus, into the world?

What was God’s purpose for sending us Jesus?

Was it to frighten us?

Teach us?

Make us think?

Was it to nudge us to understand our purpose in this challenging and complicated world?

Maybe you are familiar with John Chapter 2 verses 1-12.

This is the wedding in Galilee where Jesus changes water into wine. Let’s read through that scripture passage.

Jesus Changes Water Into Wine


 On the third day a wedding took place at Cana in Galilee. Jesus’ mother was there. Jesus and his disciples had also been invited to the wedding.

When the wine was gone, Jesus’ mother said to him, “They have no more wine.”


 “Woman, why do you involve me?” Jesus replied. “My hour has not yet come.”


His mother said to the servants, “Do whatever he tells you.”


Nearby stood six stone water jars, the kind used by the Jews for ceremonial washing, each holding from twenty to thirty gallons.


Jesus said to the servants, “Fill the jars with water”; so they filled them to the brim.


Then he told them, “Now draw some out and take it to the master of the banquet.”


They did so, and the master of the banquet tasted the water that had been turned into wine.


He did not realize where it had come from, though the servants who had drawn the water knew.


Then he called the bridegroom aside and said, “Everyone brings out the choice wine first and then the cheaper wine after the guests have had too much to drink; but you have saved the best till now.”


 What Jesus did here in Cana of Galilee was the first of the signs through which he revealed his glory; and his disciples believed in him.


 After this he went down to Capernaum with his mother and brothers and his disciples. There they stayed for a few days.

In this setting where we are today, I always have a disclaimer, I’m no Biblical scholar or theologian.
I’m just a below average knucklehead who is still trying to figure out why the good Lord put me here.

So with water to wine story, I’m drawn immediately to the presence of Jesus’ mother, Mary.

She notes that the wedding has a little challenge—they have run out of wine.

I wonder if Mary is thinking to herself— I know how to resolve this dilemma, I’ll get my son to work some of his magic.

Maybe it’s just me, but I sense a bit of terseness in Jesus’ response to Mary—“Woman, why do you involve me?” Jesus replied. “My hour has not yet come.”

Despite that response, Mary says to the servants— “Do whatever he tells you.”

For me, Mary’s response is an indication that she knows that Jesus will not let his mother down.

This past weekend, I was invited to a wedding.

The wedding was for our youngest daughter.

Perhaps, you have watched the remake of the movie, Father of the Bride. This movie starring Steve Martin as George Banks, the father of the bride, clearly illustrates that for a wedding fathers have no rights—their “Miranda” rights are removed.

There is a scene in the movie where George Banks experiences a meltdown—a humorous meltdown. George’s meltdown is grounded in his minimal input for his daughter’s wedding.

Planning for our daughter’s wedding took almost a year.

During that time frame, I could identify with George Banks.

For example, I still do not understand why an invitation to our daughter’s wedding was mailed to our house. I knew she was getting married.

Why did we waste a whopping 78 cents to officially notify us? I filed it with my long list of “fathers have no wedding rights grievances.”

Subsequently, any attempted whine from me about the planning of our daughter’s wedding was met with this frequent rebuttal from my wife: “just chill William.”

Indirectly, “just chill William” is similar to Mary’s instructions to the servants—“do whatever he tells you.”

In the end, for our daughter’s wedding, I did what I was told to do.

Mary says to the servants “do whatever he tells you.”

In my almost seventy three years of living, I wonder if I’ve complied with those words.

Have I been able to do whatever Jesus tells me to do?

When you look back at your lives, have you been able to do whatever Jesus has told you to do?

A few years ago, I began the process to become a local licensed pastor in the Virginia Conference for the United Methodist Church.

At the time, I received exceptional support from Trinity’s senior pastor, Larry Lenow, and my mentor, Katie Gooch, the director of the Pace Center on the campus of Virginia Commonwealth University.

That initial support nudged me along, but I became frustrated with the process. I became mired in attempting to understand and respond to the multiple layers of work ahead of me.

So, I bailed out. I quit. I did not do what I felt like Jesus had told me to do.

What might have happened at that wedding in Galilee if the servants had not responded to “do whatever he tells you to do?”

I don’t think Jesus is looking for us to turn water into wine.
However, there are times in our daily living when he needs us to do our part and help people.

At Trinity, we attempt to do our part by helping people through our mission work. Goochland Cares, the Tuckahoe YMCA, the Park at Oak Grove-Bellemeade, the food pantries at Belmont, Sherbourne, and Welborne, the recent United Women In Faith collection for UMCOR care kits, an upcoming youth mission trip to serve people in need in western North Carolina, and the upcoming Joy Circle are examples of “do whatever he tells you to do.”

In case, we didn’t notice, there is another important part of the “water to wine” scripture.

This is the first time that his disciples encounter Jesus performing a miracle. With this conversion of liquids, their journey as believers and followers truly begins.

Being a believer, a follower isn’t always easy.

Sometimes, believers and followers of Jesus are faced with making difficult decisions.

Even Jesus, and his mother, Mary, had to make difficult decisions in their lives.

“Do whatever he tells you to do” impacted them.

How difficult it must have been for Mary to “believe” and trust God with her unexpected pregnancy.

How difficult it must have been for Jesus to “believe” and trust God knowing that Jesus was to die on the cross.

Every month, a copy of Southern Living magazine is delivered to our house. My first read in the magazine is the Rick Bragg column. I look forward to Mr. Bragg’s writing because he usually makes me laugh.
At one time during his career, Mr. Bragg was an accomplished newspaper reporter. In 1996, Mr. Bragg earned a Pulitzer Prize for his work at the New York Times.

Mr. Bragg’s book “Somebody Told Me” is a collection of newspaper articles he has written.

In late October 1994, Mr. Bragg wrote a series of articles about Susan Smith. You might recall that Mrs. Smith was the mother who claimed that her car had been hijacked with her two sons remaining in the car as the hijacker stole the car and drove off.

Howard Wells was the sheriff in Union, South Carolina. In the end, it was Sheriff Wells who was able to get Susan Smith to confess. There was no hijacker and stealing of her boys. Mrs. Smith with her boys in the car drove her car into a local lake where they drowned.

Suspicious of Mrs. Smith from the start, Sheriff Wells who describes himself as “I’m not a smart fellow” was smart enough to know that he had to build a rapport, a trust with Mrs. Smith.

Sheriff Wells’ patience and understanding in working with Mrs. Smith allowed him to tell a lie to catch her.

Sheriff Wells admits “I had a problem telling the lie, but if that’s what it takes, I’d do it again.”(Bragg)

I wonder how Jesus would respond to Sheriff Wells’ “lie?”

How does “do whatever he tells you to do” apply in this set of circumstances?

At the wedding Jesus responded to a plea for help from his mother.

Even though, Jesus might have expressed some initial reluctance to his Mother’s request— he followed through and converted the water to wine.

And yes, Sheriff Wells didn’t like telling the “lie”, but deep inside his soul he knew he had to try this tactic for the sake of those two drowned boys. Sheriff Wells did what his soul, his conscience told him to do to solve a horrible, horrible tragedy.

Remember, Red Skelton stated that he believes each of us was “put here for a purpose.”

The real question for you, me, we, us is will we have the courage “to do whatever he tells us to do” when we are called to help someone?

Let us pray: Father of us all, help us to be better “ to do whatever you tell us to do” to help the people we encounter in our complicated world. Amen

(Photo Bill Pike)

The Uncle I Never Met

Every Memorial Day, I think about the uncle I never met—Charlie Boyd Pike, Jr.

Boyd was the oldest of the eleven children in the Pike family.

According to family records, Boyd enlisted in the United States Navy on October 9,1941. Seven months later, on May 7, 1942, Boyd was declared missing in action. Boyd was a Fireman Third Class on the Navy destroyer the USS Simms. The Simms was attacked by Japanese war planes and sunk in the Coral Sea.

Despite this notification, the family held out hope that Boyd might have survived. Sadly, his body was never recovered.

Out on the Burlington Road in Greensboro at the cemetery for Mt. Pleasant United Methodist Church, there is a gravestone for Boyd.

Additionally, Boyd’s name is inscribed on the Tablets of the Missing at the Manila American Cemetery and Memorial in the Philippines.

Manila American Cemetery and Memorial Fort Bonifacio, Philippines (Photo taken from an original print provided by WA Pike, Sr. )

According to United States military records, there are 36,280 missing in action names commemorated at the Philippines cemetery. That’s about the equivalent of the population of Salisbury, North Carolina (35,825) suddenly disappearing.

I can’t begin to imagine what Boyd’s loss was like for my grandparents and his brothers and sisters.

Subsequently, four of Boyd’s brothers served our country. Perhaps, it was luck or the grace of God, but they served without permanent injury or death.

Since our founding, America knows how horrible war is.

Our historical accounts and the trauma for families who experienced these too many losses confirm these horrors.

And despite this awfulness, at the end of every war, we hold on to a false hope that this one might just really be the last war of our lifetimes.

On a recent outing to the Virginia War Memorial, I came across these words: “Tell all who enjoy freedom of the deeds and sacrifices required for freedom to flourish.”

Every Memorial Day, I worry a little bit more that America is slipping away from understanding those “deeds and sacrifices required for freedom to flourish.”

I don’t think my Uncle Boyd, nor the thousands like him want that to happen.

From the author: I wrote this post on Sunday, May 17, 2026. On Monday, May 18, I sent the piece to the editor of the Greensboro News and Record. I gambled that the editor might take the piece and run it for Memorial Day because of the Greensboro connection. That didn’t happen, and I’m fine with the editor’s decision not to use it.

Memorial Day at the Virginia War Memorial: “Say Their Name Marathon”

My friend, Mike Cross, is a United States Marine Corps veteran.

Sgt. Cross served America during the Vietnam War.

Sgt. Cross rarely speaks about his tour of duty in Vietnam. As you might well know, all wars are tough, disquieting duty.

Sgt. Cross is also a docent at the Virginia War Memorial—an excellent docent.

In the Spring of 2025, I learned from Sgt. Cross about a new program that the Virginia War Memorial was initiating for Memorial Day. The program is called “Say Their Names.”

“Say Their Names” is simply a reading of the names of “Virginia’s fallen heroes” from America’s wars. The reading of the names “ensures that their names and memories will not be forgotten.”

I was able to sign up on-line for two slots.

On Memorial Day afternoon in 2025, I drove to the Virginia War Memorial. Readers were asked to arrive thirty minutes prior to their designated start time.

Arriving early gave me the chance to read through my list of names. In that silent practice, War Memorial staff were available to answer any questions about pronunciation. Additionally, the staff made sure that your pacing for the reading of the names would not be too quick or too slow.

My first slot was at 4:09 p.m. My next one was at 4:12 p.m.

As the reading time approaches, War Memorial staff lead the readers outside into the Shrine Of Memory.

Readers also receive simple instructions about the cue for approaching the podium. There is no sprint to the podium, but no second is lost in keeping to the scripted timing.

Luckily for both of my assigned time slots, my pace was good, and most importantly, I did not mispronounce the names.

While waiting, I sat and listened to the reader at the podium saying the names from their list.

In the background, the whirring of car tires could be heard from out on Belvidere Street and an occasional gentle toot of a train horn from a freight train ambling along the tracks by the James River would roll up from the bluffs below.

But nothing disrupted the quiet, respectful dignity of the cadence of the names being read as that singular voice at the podium filled the Shrine of Memory.

Of course, these “fallen heroes” deserved every second of that solemnity.

I can only begin to imagine the harshness of the environments in which many of them perished.

During my first four years of teaching, I was hired as a Title VII Remedial Reading teacher at the Martinsville Junior High School in Martinsville, Virginia. Martinsville is located in Henry County, Virginia.

Some of the names I read were from Henry County. As I read, I recalled a few familiar last names that came from the last names of former students. I wondered if the hero might be a relative.

One thing is clear, we have lost too many Americans in our wars. In the Shrine of Memory, there are close to
12,000 names inscribed on the glass and stone walls.

These sacrifices in combat start with World War II and include every war and conflict where America has deployed our troops since then.

If this inaugural “Say Their Names” event is offered next year, I will attempt to sign up again as a reader.

Today, part of me feels that America is more interested in Memorial Day as a holiday weekend and the retail sales events that are linked to this unofficial start of summer.

Taking Memorial Day for granted isn’t good thinking.

In the last chapter of Tom Brokaw’s book, The Greatest Generation, he describes a Memorial Day in South Dakota. Mr. Brokaw was visiting his father’s brother, John, a World War II veteran.

On this Memorial Day, his uncle asked Mr. Brokaw to go with him to the Bristol cemetery. For years, John Brokaw had been the person who placed a small American flag on the graves of veterans.

John Brokaw had handed off this responsibility to a veteran from the Korean War, but John worried that his friend might not know the exact location of the graves of the veterans. So, on this day, he was still helping out and guiding his friend.

Watching these two veterans placing the flags on the appropriate graves, Tom Brokaw wrote: “It was a ceremony of honor, remembrance, and renewal played out in countless other cemeteries across the land by members of a generation that gave so much and asked so little in return.”

When it comes to Memorial Day, America and its citizens can’t afford to be distracted by a three day weekend and massive retail sales.

We need to be remembering those women and men “who gave so much and asked so little in return.”

After all, their sacrifices are the reason America continues to exist.

As we move into the future, we can never fail to honor and remember those “who gave so much.”

It is the least we can do for their now silent, humble hearts as they “asked so little in return” from us.

I pray my selfish soul will never forget.

(Photo by Bill Pike)

SOL testing still vexes Virginia

Richmond Times-Dispatch Thursday, May 21, 2026
OPINIONS
LETTERS TO THE EDITOR
SOL testing still vexes Virginia


Twenty years ago, I retired from public education, and yet Virginia’s Standards of Learning Tests (SOLs) have not retired from making front page headlines. The May 10 edition of the Times-Dispatch confirms this with Anna Bryson’s article, “Students will face tougher tests in 2027.”


In 1998, when the testing was initiated, we thought the tests were tough. I was serving as principal at Lakeside Elementary School in Henrico County. Our first-year results were dismal.


From that point on, a relentless pressure was always present to improve and earn accreditation.


Now, I read that the tests will be tougher. I have no problem with toughness. And yes, I think it is wise to push back the testing dates to allow for more instructional time. However, in all this jabbering about the SOLs, how often do our school and community leaders consider the factors that can limit student success?


In the 28 years since the Standards of Learning Tests were implemented, how has the Commonwealth of Virginia scored in combatting critical factors that impact student performance?


Have our governors and legislators made any progress countering malignant generational cycles related to poverty, homelessness, substandard housing, unemployment, family instability and access to mental and physical health care?


Every day in classrooms across Virginia, teachers struggle to meet the needs of these students who are trapped in these brutal cycles. If we want better results on tougher tests, then we must address those challenges.


Margot Lee Shetterly, author of “Hidden Figures,” makes this point: “You don’t get the good without the bad, but you really do have to see it all in order to make progress.”


Until we address the “all” of the generational cycles that derail student learning, we will continue to struggle with SOL testing.


Bill Pike
Tuckahoe

From the author: Honored to have a Letter To The Editor published in the May 21, 2026 edition of the Richmond Times-Dispatch.

Old photo of the entrance to Lakeside Elementary School (Bill Pike)

“Now go and do likewise”

I’m honored to be with you this afternoon.

Perhaps, we’ll learn a little bit more about each other over the next hour.

That’s right.

I was told to fill up an hour.

Just kidding. I don’t want you to be late for dinner.

Let’s see if I can do better with the humor.

From Bob Hope:

ON TURNING 70 
’I still chase women, but only downhill.’ 

ON TURNING 80 
’That’s the time of your life when even your birthday suit needs pressing.’ 

ON TURNING 90 
’You know you’re getting old when the candles cost more than the cake.’ 

ON TURNING 100 
’I don’t feel old. In fact, I don’t feel anything until noon. Then it’s time for my nap.’

ON GOING TO HEAVEN 
‘I’ve done benefits for ALL religions.
I’d hate to blow the hereafter on a technicality.’ 

Ok, enough humor, let’s get serious for a few minutes.

My guess is that you are familiar with Luke Chapter 10 verses 25-37, this is the parable of the Good Samaritan.

Let’s revisit those verses:

The Parable of the Good Samaritan
25 On one occasion an expert in the law stood up to test Jesus. “Teacher,” he asked, “what must I do to inherit eternal life?”
26 “What is written in the Law?” he replied. “How do you read it?”
27 He answered, “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind’[c]; and, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’[d]”
28 “You have answered correctly,” Jesus replied. “Do this and you will live.”
29 But he wanted to justify himself, so he asked Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?”
30 In reply Jesus said: “A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, when he was attacked by robbers. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him and went away, leaving him half dead.
31 A priest happened to be going down the same road, and when he saw the man, he passed by on the other side.

32 So too, a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side.
33 But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the man was; and when he saw him, he took pity on him.
34 He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he put the man on his own donkey, brought him to an inn and took care of him.
35 The next day he took out two denarii[e] and gave them to the innkeeper. ‘Look after him,’ he said, ‘and when I return, I will reimburse you for any extra expense you may have.’
36 “Which of these three do you think was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?”
37 The expert in the law replied, “The one who had mercy on him.”
Jesus told him, “Go and do likewise.”

Somewhere in America today, maybe here in Richmond, a person will be accosted, robbed, and beat to a pulp.

Why does this continue to happen in our world?
What is wrong with us?

Why is that same mentality present today just as it was on the road from Jerusalem to Jericho?

A couple of blocks from Trinity, I know two neighbors who experienced a dangerous encounter with robbers. My neighbors were lucky.

Again, why is this repulsive behavior still a part of our society?

Why can’t we do better?

Maybe the answer can be found at the beginning of this parable.

The expert on the law addresses Jesus as “teacher.”

I wonder if the robbers on the road from Jerusalem to Jericho, the individuals who accosted my neighbors, did anyone attempt to teach them something as simple as the difference between right and wrong?

Were both parents in the home? Was home life stable with an abundance of nurturing and love? Were there rules? Did they attend church? Were they compliant in a school environment?

Did they have a moral compass? Did their hearts understand good versus evil? Prior to making their poor decisions, did anyone ever take the time to listen to them?

In the summer of 2025, my wife and I had the privilege of traveling with two couples from college to Vancouver for three days, and then we boarded a cruise ship that took us into Alaska.

Yes, it was a remarkable trip. One I will never forget. This was despite Mr. Moose not being on every Alaskan street corner as the tourist marketing had suggested.

Within walking distance to the hotel where we stayed in Vancouver is the magnificent Stanley Park.

On our last morning in Vancouver, three of us took a walk into Stanley Park.

During that walk we came across a statue of Governor General Lord Stanley from October 1889.

Inscribed at the base of the statue are these cherished words: “To the use and enjoyment of people of all colours, creeds, and customs for all time. I name thee Stanley Park.”

I love the honesty of that wisdom from Lord Stanley.

And, I also love that the Good Samaritan was not influenced in his decision making by “colours, creeds, and customs.”

Yet, here we are 137 years later from Lord Stanley’s statue, and we continue to struggle with the “colours, creeds, and customs” of those who don’t look like us.

Jesus taught us to love despite our differences in appearance. Why is this so difficult for us to do?

Our last day in Alaska was in the city of Fairbanks.

The pretty Chena River flows through Fairbanks. There is a river walk that showcases the river with lots of local history woven into the displays along the river.

During our exploring, another statue caught our attention.

We came across a display about the 1913 Pioneer Ascent of Denali. The display clearly captured this historic event, but the focus is on one of the climbers—Walter Harper.

Next to the display is a marvelous statue of Mr. Harper capturing the essence of Harper on the climb and his outstretched “hand up.”

Harper possessed the all-around skills for the climb, but he also possessed the essential human skills for his willingness to always extend his hand to help.

Like Walter Harper, the Good Samaritan, extended his hand to help the beaten traveler.

What had the Good Samaritan, Lord Stanley, and Walter Harper been taught in their lives that allowed them to see the world differently by extending a helping hand to a neighbor in need?

What made them different from the Priest, the Levite and the robbers?

Last Monday afternoon, my wife had her first cataract surgery.

At the surgery center, it is tough to wait patiently when you are anxious to have the surgery performed.

But eventually, her name was called by a nurse.

After confirming that my wife was really my wife, the nurse said to me, “I’m going to take good care of her. “

I responded by saying, “Thank you, I know you will.”

Isn’t that part of this parable?

Doesn’t Jesus want us to confirm that we are going to take “good care” of our neighbors?

The March 2026 issue of Southern Living Magazine has an article titled “She’s Got Game.” The article focuses on six Southern women who have impacted women’s basketball “both on and off the court.”

One of those women is Kara Lawson. She is the coach of Duke University women’s team. Coach Lawson played for Pat Summit, the legendary coach at the University of Tennessee. Additionally, Coach Lawson is the Head Coach of the USA Women’s National Team.

In 2022, a video of Coach Lawson talking to her Duke players caught a lot of attention through social media.

Here is part of what Coach Lawson said to her players: “We all wait in life for things to get easier. Most people think that it’s going to get easier. Life is gonna get easier, basketball’s gonna get easier, school is gonna get easier—it never gets easier. What happens is you become someone that handles hard stuff better.”

Perhaps, that’s the difference between the Good Samaritan, and the robbers, the priest, and the Levite.

Perhaps, the Good Samaritan had already learned how to handle the “hard stuff” in life better.

He knew how to respond to Jesus’ command: “Now go and do likewise.”

In today’s world, why is that so hard for you, me, we, us to “go and do likewise?”

In 1898, Lord Stanley wasn’t hindered in his thinking about “colours, creeds, and customs.” He went and did likewise.

Fifteen years later, Walter Harper knew how important it was to extend his hand of help no matter the environment or location. The same for Walter Harper, he went and did likewise.

With regard to our neighbors, doesn’t Jesus need to hear from us the same words that the nurse spoke to my wife and me just prior to her surgery—“I will take good care of her.”

Doesn’t Jesus want us to take “good care” of our neighbors just like the nurse and the Samaritan did?

Is that easy?

No.

Remember what Coach Lawson pointed out to her players, “it never gets easier.”

Life might not get easier.

But, life can get better.

That requires our hearts to drop our fears, to love our neighbors, and to “go and do likewise.”

Let us pray: Father of us all, touch our hearts to drop our fears, to love our neighbors, and to “go and do likewise.” Amen

Author’s note: On the afternoon of Tuesday, May 12, I had the privilege of presenting this devotional at Lakewood, a retirement community in Richmond. This program is part of Trinity UMC reaching out to its members beyond the walls of the church.

(Photo Bill Pike)