Slammed Shut I slammed the door in the pastor’s face. I’d had it. I didn’t want flowers, cards, or phone calls in my hospital room, and I most certainly, didn’t want a visit from the pastor. Hours away from giving birth, I wanted to be left alone. How was the church going to help me?...
A recurring thought in both my prep and reading for last Sunday’s service centered upon this urgent question given our current status with Coronavirus in this nation and beyond: “How are we to be the church when church is cancelled?” We dug into this last Sunday, but believe a summary review might be an encouragement...
