Many of us know the remarkable story of First United Methodist Church of Fort Worth.
Many of us know the remarkable story of First United Methodist Church of Fort Worth.
There was a season in my life when I felt a shift, an internal nudge from God that it was time to move beyond what was familiar.
When I was growing up, I was involved in scouting. Our troop met in the basement of First United Methodist Church of Monticello, and I was determined to earn my Eagle Scout badge—even though I got a bit of a late start.
We’ve all heard the phrase: “Cleanliness is next to godliness.” While it’s not from Scripture, there’s a thread of truth woven through it—especially when we think about what it means to be ready, inside and out, to represent the heart of God.
Psalm 50, attributed to Asaph, a Levite known for music and prophecy, opens with a bold declaration that God “speaks” not quietly, not passively, but calling out to “all the earth” from Zion, the place of beauty and presence.
Abraham was resting in the heat of the day—a quiet, ordinary moment—when the Lord appeared.
On our recent trip to Africa, we witnessed something that words can hardly contain.
Our partnership with Zoe Empowers in Kenya, Africa, allows us to walk alongside orphaned children and their families, not with charity alone, but with dignity and empowerment.
KJ and Kennedy love to play church. They take turns being the preacher, and I love that because even in Methodism, women were limited, and Kennedy will never know this world.
There are days when worship feels impossible—when grief sits too heavy on the chest, when the soul is too tired to lift a song, when pain silences even our prayers.