Stories of Hope

  I didn’t grow up a Christian. I didn’t have the opportunity to know Jesus and live with a certain measure of hope in my life - knowing what waited for me at the end of my time on this earth. But since accepting Christ, that has all changed. I have been redeemed. I get to live a life filled with hope.

How good and pleasant it is when God’s people live together in unity! – Psalm 133:1   We live in an increasingly polarized and divided world in which different voices clamour to be heard. Too often conversations cease to be productive, and I wonder whether in our desire to be heard we have forgotten how to listen.

  If you’ve ever stopped by the church on a Saturday in June (or a Friday evening or most Thursdays, too) over the last few years, you would have noticed quite a few cars in our parking lot and lots of activity in the sanctuary.

  As I get closer to reaching my one-year mark of leading the Children’s Ministry I want to pause and look back on God’s continued blessings. First, our kids. Sunday is a day of joy!

People of Hope:   There is no more agonizing experience than watching your child suffer and not being able to take that pain away.    Two and a half years ago we learned our oldest son Jesse, was in stage 5 kidney failure and dialysis would be required to keep this life threatening disease at bay.

  Did you know that there are 650 prayers in the entirety of the Bible, and that approximately 450 of them got answered?! That’s almost a 70% success rate for how faithful God’s promises are that when we knock, He answers!