There are moments in the life of a community when faith is not loud, not dramatic, or rushed—but firm, quiet, and deeply rooted. This past Sunday we sat with one of those moments as we listened to the words of Psalm 46: “Be still, and know
Beloved, When I was in high school, I served as president of the Youth NAACP for our county. One of our first goals was bold but simple: we wanted Black History taught as an independent course in our high school. We had a plan. We formed
One question has been sitting heavy in my spirit this past week: What do you do, when by all visible evidence, the bully is winning? I could not shake it off. It followed the current headlines, conversations, and the quiet moments when hope felt thinner than
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!
