The Episcopal Church
St. Paul's Episcopal Church
Plymouth Wisconsin

The Vicar’s Voice

Dear Beloved of God,

I have encouraged you to spend a month of Sabbath, resting in the love of God and renewing your spirits. Now is the time to get back to work. We are called to make Jesus known in the world around us. I encourage you to speak to one other person this month about your faith and tell them why you go to church. If you are really courageous invite them to come and experience God’s love with you at St. Paul’s. If it has been a while since you worshiped in church I invite you to come and worship again with the congregation.

This Sunday we will have Mass in the Grass!! We will be worshiping with Grace Church outside!

This Sunday at 10:15am at Deland Park 901 Broughton Dr. Sheboygan.

This is right on the Lake and is a beautiful place and a wonderful service. This will be followed by a picnic lunch and games for the youngsters.

There will be no service at St. Paul’s this Sunday.

 Mother Michele

Vicar’s Vacation

Mother Michele and Jon will be on vacation September 10 – 28, 2018. Fr. John Ambelang will be the Celebrant and Preacher on September 16th and 23rd. If you have a pastoral emergency please call Fr. John Ambelang at 920-453-8983 or Fr. Karl Schaffenburg at 920-889-7190.

Kick Off Sunday and Potluck Lunch!!

Sunday September 30th will be Kick Off Sunday! We will begin with Sunday School at 9:00am, Mass at 10:00am followed by an all parish potluck lunch. Please bring a dish to pass and we will enjoy a lovely Kick Off Sunday together.

Christian Formation

“I will praise you with an upright heart, when I learn your righteous ordinances”—Psalm 119:7

Everyone is invited to join a group starting on September 30, 2018, as we start our Christian formation classes. Classes will begin at 9:00am and conclude at 9:45am. Children, 5th grade and under, will meet in the Youth Room and will have a new curriculum.

The young adult (6th grade & older) & adult class will begin Bible 101. This class will be discovering what the Bible is and what it isn’t. We will learn to read the text in its historical and cultural context. We will discover the different genres and why it is important to understand the differences. Everyone is welcome and encouraged to join this class, whether they are members of St. Paul’s or not. Each class will be a lesson within itself and questions will be greatly encouraged, as we learn, together about the Bible & how it applies to us today. Class will meet in the Fellowship Hall.

Nick’s Group

Wednesday, September 19 from 6:00pm-7:30pm is the gathering of Nick’s Group, a support group for families who have lost a loved one to a drug overdose. Julie Walzack lost her son Nick last July to a drug overdose and tried to find a support group to help her through the grieving process. Julie couldn’t find a group that met her needs and decided to start this group that will meet the 3rd Wednesday of every month. If you know of someone who has lost someone to drugs, please tell them about this group. If you have further questions, call or text Julie at: 920-838-2562.

Words of Wisdom

The telephone rang. It was a call from his mother. He answered it and his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

"Jack, did you hear me?"

"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said. "Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.

"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.

"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.

"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important. Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said. As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture...Jack stopped suddenly...

"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked. "The box is gone," he said. "What box?" Mom asked.

"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.

Early the next day Jack went to the post office and retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention.

"Mr. Harold Belser" it read.

Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope.

Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.

"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filled his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.

Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack, Thanks for your time! -- Harold Belser."

"The thing he valued most was my time!"

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days.*

"Why?" Janet, his assistant asked. "I need some time to spend with the people I love and say I care for," he said. "Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!"

"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away."

Ultreya 

On Sunday, September 16th, St. Paul’s is hosting a diocesan Ultreya. Everyone is invited to this gathering of people who want to praise God through music, prayers & getting to know each other. We gather at 2pm for fellowship and hospitality, followed at 3pm with music, prayers and a witness. The Ultreya will end at 5pm. Everyone is invited!