Peter Mark Scott, minister of music and organist at St. Stephen Presbyterian Church in Fort Worth for nearly 40 years, died Friday, Oct. 17, 2014.… Read More »In Memoriam: Peter Mark Scott, Minister of Music and Organist, Emeritus
T’is the Season to SERRV It Up For more than 16 years St. Stephen’s Mission Committee has sponsored a Christmas Market featuring finely crafted, handmade… Read More »SERRV International Gift Market
Lift High the Cross: St. Stephen Goes to Washington, DC By Dirk Maney Processional crosses, torches, colorful banners, jubilation streamers, great hymns of the Church,… Read More »Lift High the Cross: SSPC Teens Participate in National Acolyte Festival
Our “Christmas on the Hill” event on Dec. 15, which welcomed the entire community into the church for an evening of food, fun, crafts, and… Read More »St. Stephen Gets a Cheer in the Star-Telegram!
For the fourth year in a row, St. Stephen celebrated Christmas on the Hill, this year with a Mexican theme. As always, there were food, crafts, people in First Century Palestinian costumes–and more. But what made it unusual was that for the first time, we were forced indoors, into the Parish Hall, because of the rain and cold.
But that didn’t spoil the fun. In fact, it made it more celebratory. There had to have been 300 people in that two hour span.
Who came? We had a lot who came for our first ever Las Posadas, a traditional Spanish and Mexican journey to celebrate Christmas. Read More »Rain Didn’t Spoil Christmas On The Hill!
Christmas Eve at St. Stephen starts at 12:00 noon, Saturday, December 24, 2011, with a Service of Christmas Lessons and Carols in the Chapel of the Holy Trinity. The Chapel is located in the Education building. It is the first room on the left when you enter the education building from the covered walkway linking it to the sanctuary. Music will be led by a quintet of St. Stephen choristers. Read More »Christmas Worship & Music at St. Stephen
I live in a wonderful historic neighborhood inFort Worth, Fairmount, and one of its distinctions was that it had its own plumber, Gene Forman. Gene was a large, affable man in his early sixties who had created a niche for himself in our neighborhood. And we kept him and his erstwhile partner, Petey, plenty busy.
In fact, I thought us Ritsches needed to keep him on retainer. With all our failing pipes, new fixtures and water heaters, and impossible clogs, Gene and I got to be pretty good friends.
Gene and I talked a lot about faith. He had been involved in the founding of a church years ago. He’d been fond of the pastor and consequently been hands-on in both building the church and leading it for awhile. But for some reason–I gathered because of inevitable church politics–he’d gotten discouraged and fallen away. He may have been disappointed in the pastor. I’m not sure. It was years ago, and he hadn’t attended since.
