Often, when I prepare a sermon, I begin with a question—usually one that doesn’t have a clean or easy answer. I let that question sit at the center of the text and then begin the slow work of listening. I research history and commentaries, trace connected

FAITHFUL IN EVERY SEASON: AN UPDATE ON CARING FOR OUR SANCTUARY AND EACH OTHER! Beloved Church Family, Grace and peace to you. I want to share an important update regarding our worship space. Over the past two Sundays, our sanctuary has been without heat. After prayerful

WHEN HEAVEN SPEAKS A NAME! My grandmother, Viola Bell, gave birth to eleven children! And twice, she carried double the blessing—two sets of twins. The names of the first pair were Darleen and Doreen. But when my father and his twin brother were born, the weight

There is a moment tucked into the opening chapters of Luke where silence becomes a sanctuary! Zechariah, a seasoned priest, stands in the Temple doing what generations before him had done for four hundred years — offering incense, lifting prayers, tending sacred routines even when heaven

The story of Jacob and Laban has always captured my attention. Two men: kinfolk, covenantbound, blessed by God yet continuously locked in a cycle of suspicion, protection, and oneupmanship. They mirror each other more than they realize. They are not villains. They are not wicked. They

Beloved, this past Sunday we had our yearly Charge Conference. I shared the statement below with those present, but I want to make certain everyone hears them as well. “Thank you to everyone gathered in this fellowship hall: from our District Superintendent (DS), our executive board

My grandmother, Elizabeth May Carter Johnson, was a serious woman. She grew up in an era when she had to be serious. As a Black woman raised in the South, who later lived in the North, she was the head of her family with fourteen children!

This Sunday, I will be preaching from Daniel 3 under the title “Unburned, Unbothered, and Unbound.” The focus will be on how to respond to an empire in authority - with faith; and how God shows up even in the middle of our fires. The central

One of my favorite movies is Mr. Holland’s Opus. In the last moments that marked the end of a lifetime of teaching, Mr. Holland is packing up his classroom—boxes stacked, memories tucked away—ready to quietly slip out the door. But before he can leave, someone invites

Beloved, I am a big tea drinker. There are six main types of tea — White, Green, Yellow, Oolong, Black, and Pu-erh. Each one tastes different not because it comes from a different plant, but because of what it has been through. The color, the fragrance,