Month: June 2017

Abilene Called to Church

First Methodist bell

By Jay Moore

Jay MooreIt was a series of C-sharps which first called Abilene to worship in 1883. The tone rang forth from the belfry atop the small Methodist church located at South Second and Butternut. That same note, from that same bell, continues to sound each Sunday as one of Abilene’s oldest congregations gathers for worship.

Just weeks after the founding of Abilene, local Methodists organized into a congregation in 1881. They would be the first group to construct a place of worship, with a building going up at South Second and Butternut beginning in 1882. The small frame church cost $2,000 to build and it stood ready for worship, weddings and funerals by the summer of 1883.




By Loretta Fulton

The annual convention of two African-American Baptist Church conferences ended June 30 like it began June 26–with thanks to God and plenty of good music.

The 103rd meeting of the Congress of Christian Education and the 114th meeting of the Original West Texas Baptist District Association, Inc., ended with performances of all kinds by youth groups. They sang, they “stepped,” they did drills, they recited scripture, and they prayed.



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Counselors and children enjoy a good time–and some learning–at a camp sponsored by Connecting Caring Communities and held at Grace Fellowship Church.

By Loretta Fulton

“My mom gave me a dime to buy a lime.”

“My mom gave me a quarter to buy water.

And on and on it went–one rhyme after another in a silly little song that everyone was loving. That was the scene June 26 at the Caring in Action (CIA) camp hosted by Connecting Caring Communities and held at Grace Fellowship Church, 910 Cypress St. This is the second week for the camps.




Rebecca “Becca” Kello sings during her ordination ceremony June 14 at the Episcopal Church of the Heavenly Rest. Kello was ordained a deacon in the Episcopal Church by the Rt. Rev. Scott Mayer, bishop of the Diocese of Northwest Texas. She will begin two new jobs on July 1, associate rector of Christ Episcopal Church and campus chaplain at Western Kentucky University, both in Bowling Green, Kentucky. Photo contributed by Angela Nicolini.

Rebecca “Becca” Kello was ordained as a deacon June 14 in a service at the Episcopal Church of the Heavenly Rest. The Rt. Rev. Scott Mayer, bishop of the Diocese of Northwest Texas, presided. Kello will begin her job as associate rector at Christ Episcopal Church and campus chaplain at Western Kentucky University in Bowling Green, Kentucky, July 1.

Kello just completed her post-graduate diploma of Anglican Studies at Virginia Theological Seminary in Alexandria, Virginia. She holds a master of divinity degree from Abilene Christian University and a bachelor’s degree in psychology from Freed-Hardeman University in Henderson, Tennessee.

A Father’s Day Prayer


By the Rev. Mary Glover

Rector, St. Mark’s Episcopal Church


The Rev. Mary Glover

Let us pray to our Creator:

Every day, but on this day especially, we ask your blessing on all fathers:

For those whose hair is curly, buzzed, blonde, red, black or brown

For those whose hair has greyed, thinned out, or even disappeared

For those standing tall as a tree and those barely taller than me

For those who could joke and giggle and laugh out loud

And for those too serious or stern to think our “knock-knock” jokes funny

For those who banished the monsters under the bed and in the closet

  before wishing us “sweet dreams” with a kiss on the forehead

And for those whose own shouts were too loud, too scary, and too often

For those who could pitch a baseball, play hoops, or just hide-n-seek

And for those who worked too long, skipped meals at home, forgot our birthdays

For those whose wisdom was strong and kind and lasting, grounded in love

And for those who had given up, lost drive and hope,

  and lost sight that just being there might be more than enough

For those who died young and those who have grown old before our eyes

For those we can talk to today and for those we greet only in memory

For all the fathers, who passed on to us your divine gift of life.

May we remember them – with forgiveness when needed,

with compassion always, and with the mystery of love that runs in and through our being.

May your blessing, O God, surround us all, especially the fathers,

and draw us together, with common purpose and passion, into one family,

One beloved community.