Your Story Matters...
Love God & Love Others
Our mission is simple, but hard. GO to the missing, LOVE the marginalized and LIVE as God's kids. Our hope is to create many environments and opportunities to live that out.
God asks us to simply Love God and Love Others, but the work to live that out is often difficult. However, we believe that when we do that well we love people, not because they deserve it, but because they matter to God.
When we live that out individually and as a community we believe Gods love connects people in ways that are undeniable. It is then Gods story connects their story.
If you would like to read a few stories of how we God has used us as a church to touch others you can scroll down to the bottom of the page.
Have a story to share?
We believe your story is your gift. When we share our story of how God has used us or how God has used others to impact us it provides hope to others.
If you have a story to share we would love to hear it. You can email us at firstname.lastname@example.org.
God Impacted Me
Impact: 1) come into forcible contact with another object, or 2) to have a strong effect on someone or something.
This is how the dictionary defines ‘impact’ as a verb. Although we didn’t physically collide into the church, the movement on our hearts is something I consider to be an impact.
One Sunday around 5 years ago we decided to attend BACC. One of my husband’s acquaintances attended and said we should give it a try. We had been taking his grandmother to church; and as much as we loved her, and the people, our combined ages still made us the youngest person in attendance. We were fairly new to the area; I was craving to meet people to fellowship with and to grow with. People in similar places in life.
As a couple, we had been facing some bumps in the road regarding growing our family. When we walked in that first day, we were met by the Pastor. He asked if there was anything he could pray for, and he prayed over us. It was genuine. We met another couple, who also prayed over us. We had been missing that piece from our lives….genuine connections and love. The prayers were amazing. It was like a weight had been lifted. As my grandparents always told me, remember Ephesians 3:20. Never be discouraged, because “Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us,” (I grew up with the New King James version of the Bible). A few weeks later, we welcomed not 1, but 2 little ones into our home. Never in a 1000 years could I have imagined so quickly and so wonderfully we would be blessed. I know the prayers from church, as well as our family, led to this. I had been doubting, seriously doubting during this time. This brought my faith closer to where it should be and had the impact of feeling God’s love on my heart.
We continued to attend and get to know other people in the church. Some of our closest friends we have met at the church. Life is never what we expect it to be, be that a good thing or a bad thing. Over the last few years we have had many “life events”. Life events that were challenging. Life events that were fun. Life events that were devastating. Every time there has always someone behind us, praying with us and for us. I feel the spirit of God with each and every prayer. I know that with 1 simple text message, I can have our family surrounded in prayer in seconds. The same can also be said in reverse. We are happy to stop and pray for anyone, anytime, for anything. Sometimes one of our children asks us to pray for their favorite toy, or maybe even for their friend. That warms my heart that they can see the power of prayer. That is love. That is friendship. That is family. That is impact.
Your Story Matters
Thanks for the "Go" Training. In all my years as a believer, that was the first time I've exercised speaking my story. My flesh didn't want to as it was difficult to get my mind around to put my story into words and then humbling myself to speak confidently about who I am in Christ. I appreciate the training and support to be thinking about how to tell my story in my daily life. I'm no story teller, but I can be vulnerable in the name of Jesus so that someone else may be saved by His grace.
Hands & Feet
Friday evening the snow and ice began falling. My 1 large bucket of deicer didn't go far as I used it for two elderly neighbors' properties and my own. After having the flu all week, I wanted to avoid any stores but was concerned that I had no deicer left and no energy to shovel or shop. It would have to wait until Saturday morning when I hoped I would feel a bit better to deal with it.
In the Bible, angels appear out of the heavens. In Blue Ash, on Saturday morning, angels from your church appeared on my front porch asking to shovel and salt. I couldn't have been more surprised nor more grateful! Adam, Craig and a couple nameless angels busily worked as a team then slipped away, just as quietly as they had arrived.
Usually I am a very able-bodied energetic person, who would've have encouraged them to by-pass my house and assist someone truly in need. On Saturday, I was the one truly in need and thanks to your community service workers, they arrived at my house just at the right time on the right day! At these times, I know, without doubt, that there is a God whose amazing plan is much greater than any of us could devise!
Again I thank you from the depth of my heart and wish you God's blessings on your church community!