3-15-21 Bill Blanke

“Be still and know that I am God”

Psalms 46:5

Midnight, December 25, 1988 – driving home from the BPC 11:00 PM Christmas Eve service.

I was waiting to turn right at the signal at Entrada and PCH. The light turned green and I uncharacteristically and unemotionally sat motionless until the light again turned red. Another car joined me at my side. A third car came roaring up behind us just as the light turned green. The car next to me and I again sat on the brakes. The car behind honked.


3-13-21 Nancy Reeves

Saturday, March 14th last year, we woke up to a new normal. It was the first day of our pandemic shutdown. The day before I was turning off my computer at work and clearing off my desk, thinking that it would be a few weeks until we came back. We all know how that turned out.
Because I live with my fiancé, Darrell, who has diabetes and congestive heart failure, I started to get really paranoid about bringing the virus home. I isolated as much as I could and severely limited my contact with people. I followed all of the guidelines, but anxiety and depression started to filter in. And, despite my best efforts, in January, we both got Covid and I was terrified. I managed to stay home during my difficult bout with the virus, but Darrell needed a nine-day hospital stay. He is home now, but still coping with debilitating “Long Covid” symptoms. Emotionally, I struggled. Being ill myself, being a caretaker and working full time in a very stressful job added exponentially to my anxiety levels.


3-12-21 Christina Hobkirk

The Voice of an Angel


Christina Hobkirk

“Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.” 1Cor. 6-7

   It’s been several decades ago now, but much too memorable to forget. Carl and I brought our four children to their Grandmother’s for a swim in her pool. We always loved playing in her pool and spending time with her.

   Erin was about two years old and Katey was five. I took them both out of the pool for a warm bath. Carrying Erin in my arms, I used my foot to open mom’s screen door. Others were in the pool, so I didn’t close the door, knowing they’d be coming soon. I stayed with Katey and Erin while they played in the tub.

Taking Erin out first, I dried and clothed her. Katey wanted to show me her bubble beard she made on her face, while Erin walked out.

   Suddenly, a voice came to me. I did not recognize the voice or whether in was a male or female. It was just a voice with an urgent sound. It only said one word, “DOOR!”.  That one word was enough for me to run to the sliding door, which was still open. Everyone had left the pool and gone to the kitchen, but they didn’t close that door on this warm summer day. As I ran through the open door, I saw Erin standing at the edge of the pool. When I grabbed her, I felt her body was ready to jump in the water. I held her tightly and with tears of appreciation I prayed.

   God sends angels to us in so many ways. We only need to listen and look around us to find them. His love, “always protects”. 

3-11-21 Liz Cheadle, Elder

“My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and behold the face of God?” Psalm 42:2 

In the Fall of 2003, I went to church on a Sunday morning for the first time in more than twenty years. Specifically, I walked into Brentwood Presbyterian Church on a Communion Sunday.

Why did I choose that particular Sunday in 2003? My marriage of more than 20 years had ended a year earlier and I was mired in a season of grief and longing, trying to remember and retrieve what had been important to me earlier in my life. For many months (probably years), I’d been feeling a persistent tug to return to church and a life of Christian faith, which had been an important part of my life growing up — but I didn’t have a clue where to go or how to start. I’d randomly heard good things about BPC (and had looked at the church website), but didn’t believe I knew any members and had been reluctant to walk in “cold.”


3-9-21 Bea Ammidown

“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.”

Matthew 5:6 

Below is a beautiful submission from Bea Ammidown showing how forgiveness can quench a weary soul.


I pray to God when I am alone.

There was a story in Sunday school I attended where Jesus said:

“God, please forgive them for they know not what they do.”

I said that one night in my dorm in boarding school.

The girls were sharing candies and cookies someone’s mother had sent,

but not giving me any.

I was crying under my covers.

So unhappy- why?  why?

I remembered the words from the Bible and,

like magic, a girl came over and gave me a cookie.

( I was 10 )

Bea Ammidown


Bea realized at a young age… “Love prospers when a fault is forgiven.” Proverbs 17:9

We are parched, Lord, desperately thirsty for the living water found only in you. By your Word and the well of the Holy Spirit, satisfy our thirsty souls today, we pray. In your name, Amen.

3-8-21 Wade Huie


Wade Huie

One early evening recently, my wife and I were out for a walk in the neighborhood when we neared a covered “mound” blocking part of the sidewalk ahead. As we drew closer, I could detect a motionless human form huddled underneath a tattered blanket.

Given the times, we moved over to the curb to pass. But curious, like when passing a traffic accident, I turned back for a better angle. It was definitely a woman, scrunched up on an old suitcase for her “bed,” leaning lifelessly against an adjacent chain-link fence. A more forlorn figure I’ve not seen.

My wife and I kept walking. But my heart was troubled. It was getting dark. It was getting nippy. Why was that despondent lady lying there?