On the church liturgical calendar, until the Day of Pentecost on May 24 (50 days after Easter Sunday), we are living in the season of Easter. As the month of May begins, as families prepare for the end of the school year and the beginning of summer activities. As plans for graduations and commencements take shape. As job applications get sent out. As wedding plans approach. As our Pastor Nominating Committee conducts its search. As we all seek out signs of hope and reassurance. As we take inventory of our blessings and answered prayers. As we assess the changes we’ve been through, important decisions on the near horizon, and new challenges that test us. Remember, we are still in Easter season. He is risen, indeed. With us always. Death has been defeated; love and life are triumphant over every threat. We celebrate this, together, every Sunday. We live and breathe it every day, and every night, of the week. As darkness lifts, as fears dissipate, as sadness fades, our risen Lord Jesus Christ appears. It is Easter season, still… always.
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The Presbytery has a job opening for a full-time Operations and Communications Coordinator. We are looking for someone to help keep the Presbytery running smoothly and our community connected. This role blends organization, communication, technology, and collaboration in support of Presbytery meetings, events, and day‑to‑day operations. The ideal candidate is a self‑motivated, organized professional who can work independently and takes initiative as well as pride in their work.
The job description can be found here. Questions? Email ep@pbymidtn.org or call 615-332-3330.
The job description can be found here. Questions? Email ep@pbymidtn.org or call 615-332-3330.
May 12, 2026
The Menu for May 12
Coffee-Rubbed Pork Roast
Mashed Potatoes ~ Brussel sprouts/Butternut Squash Medley
Corn Muffins
Banana Pudding
There’s a seat for everyone —
come hungry, leave full, and feel the love around the table.
Coffee-Rubbed Pork Roast
Mashed Potatoes ~ Brussel sprouts/Butternut Squash Medley
Corn Muffins
Banana Pudding
There’s a seat for everyone —
come hungry, leave full, and feel the love around the table.
Men's Breakfast
Saturday May 16, 2026
9:00am
Hello friends — Percy here. Before I became your devoted Church Mouse of PLPC, I held a very prestigious position in downtown Nashville. I was the Mouse‑in‑Residence at the Union Station Hotel. Yes, you read that correctly. Mouse‑in‑Residence. It wasn’t an official title, of course, but everyone knew. I took my responsibilities seriously: inspecting room‑service crumbs, monitoring the lobby from my mezzanine lookout, and ensuring that no unattended bread basket went unexamined. The staff never saw me, but I saw everything. I knew which guests snored, which ones ordered extra dessert, and which ones tried to sneak pets into their rooms. (For the record, the pug in Room 314 snored louder than the trains ever did.)
Union Station was full of secrets — old stairwells, forgotten storage rooms, and mysterious little gaps in the walls that only a mouse of my size and curiosity could discover. And one night, I found something extraordinary. While exploring behind a dusty cabinet (purely for professional research), I noticed a thin crack in the wall. Naturally, I squeezed through it. What kind of Mouse‑in‑Residence would I be if I didn’t investigate?
On the other side, I found myself staring into the old train tunnels beneath the building. They were dark, echoey, and smelled like a mix of history, dust, and a peanut someone definitely dropped around 1912. My whiskers tingled with excitement. I scampered along the tracks, imagining the thunder of trains that once roared through. Then I heard a real rumble — low, steady, getting closer. My tiny heart nearly leapt out of my fur. I dove behind an old signal box just as a maintenance cart rolled past, pushed by two workers doing a late‑night inspection. I held perfectly still, hoping they wouldn’t notice a small mouse trespassing on official railroad property.
Once they disappeared into the darkness, I scampered back the way I came, paws shaking but chest puffed with pride. When I finally crawled back into the warm glow of the hotel lobby, I curled up behind my radiator nook and thought, Percy, you brave little explorer — this is only the beginning. And I was right. I had many more adventures in that grand old station… but I’ll save those for the next chapter of my Union Station Chronicles.
Union Station was full of secrets — old stairwells, forgotten storage rooms, and mysterious little gaps in the walls that only a mouse of my size and curiosity could discover. And one night, I found something extraordinary. While exploring behind a dusty cabinet (purely for professional research), I noticed a thin crack in the wall. Naturally, I squeezed through it. What kind of Mouse‑in‑Residence would I be if I didn’t investigate?
On the other side, I found myself staring into the old train tunnels beneath the building. They were dark, echoey, and smelled like a mix of history, dust, and a peanut someone definitely dropped around 1912. My whiskers tingled with excitement. I scampered along the tracks, imagining the thunder of trains that once roared through. Then I heard a real rumble — low, steady, getting closer. My tiny heart nearly leapt out of my fur. I dove behind an old signal box just as a maintenance cart rolled past, pushed by two workers doing a late‑night inspection. I held perfectly still, hoping they wouldn’t notice a small mouse trespassing on official railroad property.
Once they disappeared into the darkness, I scampered back the way I came, paws shaking but chest puffed with pride. When I finally crawled back into the warm glow of the hotel lobby, I curled up behind my radiator nook and thought, Percy, you brave little explorer — this is only the beginning. And I was right. I had many more adventures in that grand old station… but I’ll save those for the next chapter of my Union Station Chronicles.