The GPCC Arts Ministry was established in the autumn of 2016 to provide an opportunity for people inside and outside the congregation to connect with God and each other through the creative process. God has given each of us a voice, and creative endeavors allow us to speak to each other and to acknowledge God's presence within us. The Arts Ministry includes art exhibitions, a designated Poetry Sunday, when Poetry is incorporated into the worship service, and opportunities to participate in art making and art classes. An inter-generational dramatic production is presented in December during Advent. Other programs are in formation.
   
 

 Current Exhibit

 

Songs of Praise & Peace

Come and see works by Tamm Whitty & Lori Zurvalec!

September 13 - November 12, 2017

Monday - Friday  9:00 AM - 1:00 PM
Sunday - 11:00 - 1:00 PM
Or by appointment

                         

Previous Exhibit

Small Wonders Exhibit

June 25 - September 10, 2017

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Congratulations to Nobuko Yamasaki for her Best of Show collage in the Small Wonders exhibition!

Photo: from the left, Jack Summers, Juror for the exhibition; Nobuko Yamasaki; Tamm Whitty, Director GPCC Arts Ministry.

 Past Exhibits 
    Please browse our past exhibits on our Facebook Page - fb

                       

 

 
     

Poetry of the Month

My Table, Divine

 

By Peter Caborn 2017

Come sit at my table.

I’ll lend you an ear.

I’m sure that your story

is helpful to hear.

Your path throughout life

is nothing like mine.

But that doesn’t matter.

Our time is divine.

Come sit at my table.

I’ll offer my hand.

I’ll lift you up, and

I’ll help you stand.

Your voice, it is quiet.

Your face, it is worn.

But that doesn’t matter

when you’ve been reborn.

Come sit at my table.

Come dine with me.

Please share your story.

It helps to be free.

Come sit at my table.

I’m inviting you in.

I welcome your story.

I welcome your sin.

Your life, it means something.

Your path, it is gold.

Come sit at my table, and

Let us grow old.

Your thoughts, they do matter.

Your words, they do shine.

Come sit at my table.

I have plenty of time.

I want to know you.

I want to share.

This extravagant welcome

means that I care.

I only ask that you lend your ear

to someone who’s struggling,

to calm someone’s fear.

Offer your hand.

Offer your heart.

Come sit at my table.

You’re not alone.

 
         

 

 

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