August 23, 2026

I shared in a baptism yesterday. The dad … who is now 40 … was only 7 years old when I first met him —– when I did his grandpa’s funeral. They don’t go to church … but his mom and dad are always here. Aferwards he comes up to me. “Don, I’m sure grateful this place is here. I can feel the peace and acceptance this church brings. Thank-you.” I know we are a relatively small and simple church. Yes, the door is open. The coffee I make each day is too strong and too hot. The flag waves in the breeze. The sign says our calling is “to care and to share.” “Little Jesus” is all over the place. As the darkness turns into light this early morning … the sun rises over LaGrange Road … and the “the son” rises once again in the hearts of each one of us. And the “little guy” who was baptized here yesterday??? …. well, he probably won’t remember what happened on an ordinary Saturday morning. But someday he just may walk through our open door. I am so grateful to all of you …for keeping the door open. Hey, it’s almost time for church!! …I feel your presence here everyday. Don