Blues Vespers

Vespers Format ~ usually every third Sunday at 5 p.m. ~ but can really be anytime or multiples so please check here often.

Blues Vespers is music, poetry and a brief reflection. All are welcome.

The event is always free. An offering is taken for the musicians or if it is a fundraiser we will take an offering for that cause.

·     Welcome, announcements

·     Band introduction

·     Poem(s), introduce month's theme

·     2-3 songs from the band

·     Poem(s), reflection 

·     2-3 more songs

·     Silent prayer, offering

·     1-2 more songs

·     Blessing

·     Encore


Blues Vespers

September 21

The BoneYard Preachers



Artists Video/Media

The Boneyard Preachers official website


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Past Blues Reflection

excerpt from Pastor Dave's July 20 Vespers reflection:

Summer is good for many, many things and I think it is a good time to stop and stare. Listen to this poem by William Davies (go to Blues Poetry). I think he is right, life is poor if filled with care and we have not time to stop and stare. 

Thomas Merton stopped and stared...He was a monk, poet, writer and mystic...Earlier in his life he wrote the piece in your bulletin (again go to the Blues Poetry page)...Merton was a man living apart when he gazed upon his city and had a deep experience that reminded him of the beauty and interconnectedness of humanity. He fell in love with humanity and saw the beauty of being human..."there is no way of telling people that they are all walking around shining like the sun."

There is a lot in the news to wear one down and lots to make us worry and wonder at the mess we seem to have made of the planet...But there is also somethng amazing about the human creatures we are and I am trying to take time to enjoy and be amazed by it...And when I don't take time sometimes it just happens...I'll look around and fall in love with people, with the sheer holiness of the people in the room, people being people.

May it be so for you...May we enjoy the wonder of people being people.

Past Blues Poetry