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July 2018
July 2018

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My life is in a state of transition; new job, new living arrangements, new responsibilities. I’m excited and many of the first steps have already been taken. The job has begun and despite some early mistakes (to which I must tell my perfectionistic and prideful side to chill out) and the continually new aspects of my job that I’m introduced to (which I am learning to take in stride…breathe, Amanda) things are going well.

During this particular phase in life I’ve been feeling rather upended....


June 2018
June 2018

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“He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all, how will he not also along with him, graciously give us all things?” (Romans 8:32)

Sometimes (often) one runs out of ideas and material for the church Newsletter, hence the bit of a lapse since the publication of the April edition of the Newsletter. The obvious thought that has come to mind is to share some photographs and reflections from Marvin’s and my recent trip to Ireland. The following pictures from the north coast of ...


April 2018
April 2018

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Walt’s Story - In the Spring of 1970, at the age of 20 years, I became a Christian after a long protracted spiritual struggle. About a year before my conversion to Christ, during the summer of 1969, preceding the beginning of my sophomore year at Rutgers University, I was introduced to the Watch Tower Society by a friend of my brother’s. Joe had been a Jehovah’s Witness for a couple of years and talked with me about God, gave me literature and introduced me to some other of his JW friends....


March 2018
March 2018

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We were both granted the sweet gift of being raised by strong Christian families with a strong Christian heritage. Ransom grew up with his parents and younger brother in Glenside, Pennsylvania. Ransom’s father is a well-known Reformed theologian teaching at Westminster Theological Seminary and so Ransom had a rare upbringing—discussing theology and other weighty Biblical matters from a very young age. When his parents discovered a lack of “coming of age” traditions for Christian men, they ...


March 2018
March 2018

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OK, after some time to reflect and pray about yesterday's events, it's time to speak up and speak out. Yesterday morning, racism reared its ugly head in our community and confronted our church and my family like a slap in the face. As people walked through our church's small parking lot to go and worship the Lord, it was discovered that someone had written a vile racial slur (which I will not publish here) in the snowbank along the edge of our parking lot. We do not know if this was written by ...


February 2018
February 2018

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San Juan, Puerto Rico –Life After Maria


With about 40% of electric customers still without power, almost four months after Hurricane Maria, life has been changed in many ways for many people. Some of Joe’s students lost everything. Power returned to our house after 74 days and we can attest to how much physical and mental energy, plus monetary cost, it took to modify our routine and activities. Joe stayed in Puerto Rico for the duration and is still feeling a lack of energy. Many have ...


January 2018
January 2018

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Tom writes: When considering how and what to write in my Christian testimony, I was unsure where to begin. After much thought, I decided to start with some background about my early life. I grew up in Rensselear Falls, New York. A VERY small town just outside of Canton, New York. As a little boy, I remember spending a great deal of time in hospitals. My mother had a heart defect, which continued to get worse as I grew up and she eventually passed away when I was six. My father was suddenly ...


November 2017
November 2017

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Our stories started differently.

Ted was raised as a preacher’s kid and understood the Gospel from a young age. (Think “Understanding” equals “Faith”? -Nope). Combine a retentive mind and a hard heart and you get a teenager who could spout all the right answers in Sunday school but had no living faith.

Linda attended a church where no Gospel was preached. Jesus divine? Maybe. Empty tomb? Only in the most symbolic sense. Then along came Young Life. Linda heard the Gospel for the first time....


September 2017
September 2017

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Dave was born in Niagara Falls, NY and spent most of his life on a farm in rural north central Pennsylvania. The extended illness and death of his father when Dave was 13 years old had quite an impact on his early years. Although he grew up in the church it wasn’t until he was in his early twenties that he made a profession of faith while living in the mid-west and working for an automotive parts manufacturer.

Pat was born in Grand Rapids, MI. After the death of her mother when she was ...


August 2017
August 2017

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As a congregation we recently started supporting this couple (pictured below) who are serving Christ through Mission to the World in Belgium. The following is their June 2017 Newsletter:

Le FRANÇAIS Daniel and Katy continue in language school and alternate between feeling encouraged by how far we’ve come and overwhelmed a how far we still have to go. Language-learning, like parenting, requires one to play “the long game”: the foundational work we’re putting in now is what we know will ...


July 2017
July 2017

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The Lord has given us a story full of grace and mercy. We pray that it extends as a blessing of future generations.

I grew up for the first six years of my life in family that went to church, but after my parents’ divorce, we stopped going. My mom, who raised me, is an atheist. My life was full of kids that constantly made fun of me. I felt worthless, unwanted, and desperately needed a friend. The Lord gave me that friend in Ninth Grade. Amy loved me unconditionally. She told me about Jesus ...


June 2017
June 2017

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I was born in Denver, CO, the oldest of five siblings, into a non-churched home. My mother knew it was important for her children to go to church.  She sent us to local churches and store-front church, but she did not take us to church. One more move placed our family across the street from the Denver Seventh Day Baptist Church and next door to the parsonage.  The pastor's wife gave me piano lessons in her home and allowed me to practice on her piano. I loved that church. I loved the church ...


May 2017
May 2017

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(Dr. Jeffrey K. Jue is provost and executive vice president at Westminster Theological Seminary in Philadelphia. He also holds the Stephen Tong Chair of Reformed Theology and is associate professor of church history. An ordained minister in the PCA, Dr. Jue also serves as a visiting professor at Reformed Theological Seminary. He has written extensively on church globalization. Dr. Jue is also a weekend contributor to Tabletalk for 2017.)

Reprinted, with permission, from Ligonier ...


April 2017
April 2017

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“The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.” Psalm 51:17

Marvin writes: My years, up to age eighteen, I spent growing up on a Vermont dairy farm. I was son number three in a family of five sons and no daughters. My home life was stable despite the fact that my parents were un-equally yoked: my mother a devout Christian and my father for all of my years at home was a secular moralist. We lived, at least on the surface, by the Ten ...


March 2017
March 2017

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It is good to give thanks to the Lord, to sing praises to your name, O Most High; to declare your steadfast love in the morning, and your faithfulness by night… (Psalm 92:1-2)

Dave and Elva

Dave writes: I grew up in a church that was not “reformed,” but I became more and more *reformed as I read the Bible. I didn't realize how reformed I had become until I was in a Bible study, and someone mentioned that I would probably end up a Presbyterian. To this day, I do not care for altar calls where the same ...