Jerry Scott

  • A Turtle on a Fencepost

    Tuesday’s elections brought a ton of hubris into full view in our politicians. The winners are crowing like roosters on a bright morning, acting as if they are about to usher in a perfect age. The losers are spinning, desperately… Continue reading

  • Mortal, not morbid

    Do you think about dying?   Cheery thought, isn’t it? While I waited to go into the operating room for a procedure yesterday, I joked with Bev that if I didn’t make it, she could find all the information she… Continue reading

  • Go! Make a Choice!

    The polls are open today.  The election hype this year is a lot like the last few elections – dire warnings that come from both sides promising that the U.S. of A. is doomed if the other guys are elected.… Continue reading

  • Tragic in every way

    Brittany Maynard was 29, beautiful, full of adventure. Doctors had diagnosed her with an advanced, deadly form of brain cancer in January.  Brittany decided weeks ago, as she saw the symptoms of her cancer becoming more severe, to move to… Continue reading

  • Deposits and Withdrawals

    This morning my inbox included an email that announced a deposit to my bank account! It is payday. I like deposits. Another email today notified me that my November mortgage payment would be deducted on Monday!  Here today, gone tomorrow. … Continue reading

  • Looking for the Kingdom to Come

    We pray, “may your Kingdom come and Your will be done.”  Are those just old, familiar words or do they flow from a real desire? Do we want Christ to be in charge?  Sometimes the frightful state of the world… Continue reading

  • But God, I am just too miserable to do anything

    Elijah’s victory on Mt. Carmel was followed by a terrible depression.  He ran off, alone, into the wilds and complained to the Lord: “Nobody ever comes through for me. I am so lonely.  I’m the only one left here who… Continue reading

  • Those kids!

    Our church hosted a children’s choir from World Help Ministries on Sunday night.  Little ones from Nepal, the Philippines, Uganda, and Honduras sang with their whole hearts about Jesus. Between songs we were reminded of the poverty, malnutrition, and lack… Continue reading

  • Like Dad?

    I serve as pastor of the congregation that my father served before me for 29 years.  I hear this often – “The older you get, the more you sound like your Dad!” It’s not conscious imitation. DNA and training are… Continue reading

  • Another chapter closes

    Bev and I met with her doctor yesterday. She finished her chemo rounds 3 weeks ago and last week had follow up tests.  When we discussed it all, he told her that further chemo was not needed, and that she… Continue reading