During our worship service this past Sunday (June 14), we celebrated the renewal of baptism for Kai Inman and we received her as the newest active member of Priest Lake Presbyterian Church! We are so thankful that Kai has found her church home here at our church. We love hearing her voice as she sings in our choir, viewing her marvelous artwork, and being lifted by her joyful presence. Welcome, Kai!
If you are interested in learning more about becoming a member here at Priest Lake Presbyterian Church, please let me, one of our elders, or Jennifer, our office manager, know. We will be glad to welcome you into membership too!
If you are interested in learning more about becoming a member here at Priest Lake Presbyterian Church, please let me, one of our elders, or Jennifer, our office manager, know. We will be glad to welcome you into membership too!
Father's Day
by Dave Nock
Father’s Day is a yearly celebration that honors fathers, fatherhood, and the influence of dads and father figures in society. It’s a day set aside to recognize the love, guidance, and sacrifice that fathers provide. But what is Father’s Day? A dedicated day to appreciating fathers and stepfathers, grandfathers, father figures and mentors, and role of fatherhood in family and community life. It should not be just an event with cards, gifts, meals together, or simply meaningful time spent with dad. There is more to it.
As a Scout master many years ago, I served as a mentor for many young men. In this day and age, we need male figures that show youth (not just male youth, all youth) what right behavior looks like. I am told that chivalry is a dying art. Men, we have allowed this to happen. There is a phrase that I use in class from time to time, “Do what is right when no one is looking.” But in order for that phrase to work you have to know what right looks like. You have to have good examples.
Anyone can be a father, any male. But to be a dad, you are part of a team to revise kids, mentor them, show them what right looks like and be chivalrous to those around you.
The Bible paints a rich, consistent, and deeply honoring picture of what fathers are called to be—reflecting God’s own character, compassion, strength, and guidance.
“The righteous who walks in his integrity—blessed are his children after him!” — Proverbs 20:7.
“Train up a child in the way he should go…” — Proverbs 22:6
“Bring them up in the discipline and instruction of the Lord.” — Ephesians 6:4
Children are a gift, and fathers are called to steward that gift. Lets steward that gift.
As a Scout master many years ago, I served as a mentor for many young men. In this day and age, we need male figures that show youth (not just male youth, all youth) what right behavior looks like. I am told that chivalry is a dying art. Men, we have allowed this to happen. There is a phrase that I use in class from time to time, “Do what is right when no one is looking.” But in order for that phrase to work you have to know what right looks like. You have to have good examples.
Anyone can be a father, any male. But to be a dad, you are part of a team to revise kids, mentor them, show them what right looks like and be chivalrous to those around you.
The Bible paints a rich, consistent, and deeply honoring picture of what fathers are called to be—reflecting God’s own character, compassion, strength, and guidance.
“The righteous who walks in his integrity—blessed are his children after him!” — Proverbs 20:7.
“Train up a child in the way he should go…” — Proverbs 22:6
“Bring them up in the discipline and instruction of the Lord.” — Ephesians 6:4
Children are a gift, and fathers are called to steward that gift. Lets steward that gift.
Thank you to everyone who faithfully keeps our Blessing Box stocked. Your food donations help meet real needs in our community, and we are so grateful for the steady generosity that flows through PLPC. As the days grow warmer, we invite you to help us add bottled water to the box — it’s one of the simplest ways we can offer comfort and care to our neighbors during the summer heat.
"The Day I Accidentally Helped Escort Al Capone”
(as told by Percy, who insists this is all historically accurate)
Since the newsletter is short this week, I, Percy, feel it is my civic duty to share another one of my important historical contributions from my time at Union Station.
You may have heard that in 1932, the famous gangster Al Capone passed through Union Station on his way to federal prison in Atlanta. What you haven’t heard is that I was there. Yes. Me. Percy. Your humble church mouse.
Now, I know what you’re thinking:
“Percy, how old are you?”
And to that I say: I moisturize.
Anyway, back to the story.
It was a perfectly ordinary day at Union Station. I was conducting my usual morning patrol — checking the luggage carts for unattended snacks, inspecting the shoe shine stand for crumbs, and making sure the pigeons weren’t unionizing again — when suddenly the whole station filled with men in dark suits and serious faces.
Naturally, I assumed they were there to congratulate me on my excellent work.
But then I heard someone whisper, “Capone’s coming through.”
Well, I didn’t know who Capone was, but I figured if everyone was whispering about him, he must be very important. So I scampered up onto a luggage cart to get a better view.
That’s when I saw him: A man in a fancy coat, fedora tilted just so, surrounded by guards. He looked like someone who had never once shared his cheese.
As they walked through the station, I noticed something alarming — one of the guards had dropped a key ring. A big one. With jangly keys that looked like they opened Very Serious Doors.
I knew this was my moment.
I darted out, grabbed the key ring with my teeth, and dragged it toward the nearest guard. Unfortunately, the guard did not interpret this as “helpful.” He interpreted it as “mouse attack.”
Suddenly the entire escort detail was in chaos. Men shouting. Hats flying. Someone yelled, “Watch the prisoner!” Someone else yelled, “Watch the mouse!” And Al Capone himself just stood there, staring at me like he was reconsidering every life choice that led him to this moment.
Eventually, the guard retrieved the keys (you’re welcome), order was restored, and Capone continued on his way. But I like to think that for one brief, shining moment, I played a crucial role in American history.
So if you ever read about Al Capone’s transfer through Union Station, just remember: Behind every major event, there is a very small mouse doing his best.
— Percy
You may have heard that in 1932, the famous gangster Al Capone passed through Union Station on his way to federal prison in Atlanta. What you haven’t heard is that I was there. Yes. Me. Percy. Your humble church mouse.
Now, I know what you’re thinking:
“Percy, how old are you?”
And to that I say: I moisturize.
Anyway, back to the story.
It was a perfectly ordinary day at Union Station. I was conducting my usual morning patrol — checking the luggage carts for unattended snacks, inspecting the shoe shine stand for crumbs, and making sure the pigeons weren’t unionizing again — when suddenly the whole station filled with men in dark suits and serious faces.
Naturally, I assumed they were there to congratulate me on my excellent work.
But then I heard someone whisper, “Capone’s coming through.”
Well, I didn’t know who Capone was, but I figured if everyone was whispering about him, he must be very important. So I scampered up onto a luggage cart to get a better view.
That’s when I saw him: A man in a fancy coat, fedora tilted just so, surrounded by guards. He looked like someone who had never once shared his cheese.
As they walked through the station, I noticed something alarming — one of the guards had dropped a key ring. A big one. With jangly keys that looked like they opened Very Serious Doors.
I knew this was my moment.
I darted out, grabbed the key ring with my teeth, and dragged it toward the nearest guard. Unfortunately, the guard did not interpret this as “helpful.” He interpreted it as “mouse attack.”
Suddenly the entire escort detail was in chaos. Men shouting. Hats flying. Someone yelled, “Watch the prisoner!” Someone else yelled, “Watch the mouse!” And Al Capone himself just stood there, staring at me like he was reconsidering every life choice that led him to this moment.
Eventually, the guard retrieved the keys (you’re welcome), order was restored, and Capone continued on his way. But I like to think that for one brief, shining moment, I played a crucial role in American history.
So if you ever read about Al Capone’s transfer through Union Station, just remember: Behind every major event, there is a very small mouse doing his best.
— Percy
