I am blessed to receive your annual giving pledges but also to see your gifts at work. Each time I write a check to pay a bill I am reminded that your contributions make so many things possible. The generosity of your gifts should be celebrated
When I was in elementary school we lived for a year in a big old farm house that was heated by a wood stove. That Autumn was spent preparing for the artic blasts we knew would come. We split and stacked wood. We rounded up blankets and quilts. We arranged bed rolls Read More...
The day after Thanksgiving, my mom, Scott and I piled in the car on a mission to visit as many antique stores as possible. (We leave the big box stores to braver souls.) We found our way to a new little antique store not too far from home and quickly realized we Read More...
When the Gospel writers finally got around to putting all those stories about Jesus down on paper (ok, papyrus), only two of them bothered to tell of his birth–Matthew and Luke. And what different versions they tell! There is one thing, however, upon which they agree–every time an angel is sent forth Read More...
Join us Tuesday, Feb. 6 at noon for our Faith and Grief Lunch with guest speaker Jon Arnsmeyer.
Join us in serving at Micah Ministries the second Monday of each month. Meet at the church in the Chapel parking lot at 4:30 p.m. Pick up back at church at 7:30 p.m
New Sunday morning classes begin in 2018
In February 2018, we will sponsor the twelfth mission trip to Nicaragua. We will be building water filters and providing a general medical clinic in small villages. YOU can play a critical role in the success of this mission by donating toothbrushes or work gloves. Many toothbrushes are needed to include in Read More...
Can you imagine having 200 guests in our sanctuary in sub-freezing weather and us not having heat in our building? Can you imagine 200 guests staying for two hours with coats, hats, and gloves on?
Year to date giving and serving numbers for fiscal year 2017-2018, from July 1, 2017 through December 1, 2017
Something shifted within me. I saw something beyond what I was seeing. The adorable children were singing on the front steps of the church. There were 13 voices. They captured each note in a way that conveyed the meaning of the lyrics. Their eyes focused Alex as he directed. Their smiles melted me as they finished singing.
When you ask your brother about his favorite Christmas memory from your shared childhood, you end up down a rabbit hole of nostalgia. You discover that his memory is way more vivid than yours, with details like the year you got the Cabbage Patch Kid and he got the Knight Rider Cutoff Read More...
Eleven months into my husband’s 14-month unemployment, my family was coming undone. My sons grew quiet and retreated. Our marriage was ragged raw. I was scared and angry, especially at God. One evening, I went out onto the dark porch, sprawled flat on the swing, and cradle-rocked myself. Some place between a Read More...
When I think about this year’s advent theme, I think of the meaningful comforts of seeing a single light or candle lit as one arrives at their destination. It can be as simple as a lamp in a window or a porch light that establishes you are right where you are supposed Read More...
We were their only grandchildren. My sisters and I were the brightest spots in Mimi’s and PawPaw’s lives. Every Christmas morning, they would rise long before dawn, dress as if they were going to church, and drive over to our house and wait. They waited in their car for us to wake Read More...
