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The Next Chapter | February 12 Devotion

By Rev. Donna Gaither | 2026-02-12 | 3 min read

Now in Jerusalem by the Sheep Gate there is a pool, called in Hebrew Bethzatha, which has five porticos. In these lay many invalids…... One man was there who had been ill for 38 years. When Jesus saw him lying there and knew that he had been there a long time, he said to him, “Do you want to be...

The Next Chapter | January 29 Devotion

By Rev. Donna Gaither | 2026-01-29 | 3 min read

People were bringing little children to Jesus in order than he might lay his hands on them and pray. The disciples spoke sternly to those who brought them. But when Jesus saw this, he was indignant and said to them, “Let the little children come to me; do not stop them; for it is to such as these that the...

The Next Chapter | January 15 Devotion

By Rev. Donna Gaither | 2026-01-15 | 3 min read

The Book of Exodus devotes several chapters to the construction and funding of the tabernacle, all its appointments, implements, decorations, and various altars. The tabernacle was to be the place where God’s presence was experienced, and strength gained for the people’s journey. You shall make bars of acacia wood, five for the frames of the one side of the tabernacle, and...

Tidings of Discomfort & Joy

By Bill Cannon | 2025-12-18 | 2 min read

Christmas is a joyful time. We sing and hear beautiful music, spend time with our families, exchange gifts, and ignore the calories while we sample delicious food. We smile while seeing children in Christmas programs and exchanging “Merry Christmas” with others. Christmas is also a time when we see larger crowds at church, so many churches have multiple services to accommodate...

We Need A Warm Hearth

By Rev. Keith Turman | 2025-12-04 | 3 min read

When the fall air made its sharp turn and began calling for the snow, my dad would pick up the phone and call Virgil. The need for a warm hearth brought us together. Virgil had the chainsaw and pickup truck. My dad had an ax and sons who wore boots and red flannel shirts. We’d get up early on a...