Tontogany Presbyterian Church

18740 Main Street

Tontogany, Ohio 43565419-823-7591

Pastor's Phone 419-806-4326

I have lived
Long enough
for layers to cover layers
facades to cover facades
Long enough
for each new effort to look good for a while
and then crumble away under the odd notions of my sins
and the sins of others
Long enough
to wonder why I thought it once beautiful
Long enough
to pause
and face there is no hope of another layer
Yet if I live longer still
perhaps I will learn that I need not re-plaster my life
For I am much more resilient than brick
​or concrete
​or rafter
I am like a sprout ​that will not be deterred
My roots are connected to the Source of all Life
Though destruction lies all around me
I will rise up
In Christ I will rise up


A Confession of Pamela Graf Short
picture by Tom Pomoroy


Old Boulder, old friend,
A long way you’ve been carried;
And deep within you my worries are buried.

Old Boulder, old friend,
Others don’t seem to care;
But you and I have big things we share.

Old Boulder, old friend,
Jesus asked me to abide;
It seems he wants me to set you aside.

Old Boulder, old friend,
Without you, who will I be?
My identity skewed if I am set free.

Old Boulder, old friend,
In God’s image I’m made;
Through God’s love my price has been paid.

Old Boulder, old friend,
I can’t drop you this way;
But I’ll hand you to Jesus; with him you must stay.

Old Boulder, old friend,
To the cross you’ve been carried;
In the tomb of Christ you too are buried.

Old Boulder, old friend,
My arms now at rest;
My soul is relieved and my body is blessed.


A Confession of Pamela Graf Short​​​
Picture by Linda Seeger


I have to decide
Will I trade my pebble for a seed?
The pebble, after all is tough and predictable.
I can grip it without any surprises.
Its edges are sharp.
And who knows?
I might need a weapon.

I have to decide
Will I trade my pebble for a seed?
The seed, after all is degradable; it might rot…
I can plant it, but a crop is unsure…
It is quite fragile…
And who knows?
I might need a weapon.

I have to decide
Will I trade my pebble for a seed?
The pebble, after all is useful for grinding.
I can gather other pebbles and build a wall.
Its assets are unbending.
And who knows?
I might need a weapon.

I have to decide
Will I trade my pebble for a seed?
The seed, after all is full of mystery and hope…
It can be transformed and astonish its gardener…
Its properties are life and beauty…
And who knows?
I might need to feed my enemy.


Pebbles or Seeds
A confession of Pamela Graf Short

picture by Anne Moser


Like a bird alone, vulnerable,
I sit
who sees me?
Who comes to my aid in the midst of a storm?
Who is there to rebuild a safe place for me?

Like a bird alone, vulnerable,
I caw
who hears me?
Who bothers to listen to my song?
Who tends to my heart when my eggs are stolen?

Like a bird alone, vulnerable,
I fall
who touches me?
Who could I possibly trust with my fragile self?
Who tends to my young when my wing is broken?

“Not a single sparrow falls to the ground without God’s notice…”

Like a bird alone, vulnerable,
I fly
The Spirit joins me in flight
The earth gives up its sweetness to feed me
Christ stretches out wings
I sing a song of grateful peace.


A Confession of Pamela Graf Short
Inspired by Psalm 102, Matthew 10:29, picture by Linda Seeger