“We are a small gathering of Christians seeking to follow Christ in community together.”

Last year, before the lockdowns began, two of my sons and I began studying Judo at a club in our area. Like many things that were going on in the spring of 2020, our lessons were brought to an abrupt halt. In our short time there we practiced appropriate posture, different grips, safe falls, and basic throwing techniques.

Growing up surrounded by Christians, Bible verses, and legalism, I was often secretly offended by Matthew 7:3-5. In the first section of his seventh chapter, Matthew records Jesus teaching about

One summer in my early 20’s I worked at a specialty Tea, Coffee, and Chocolate shop in North Dallas. This wasn’t one of the hip coffee shops that has popped up over the past decade. I’m talking about tea imported from a French purveyor, chocolate imported from Belgium, and Maseratis parked outside. Fancy.

My husband and I made the move from Texas to Massachusetts just over 2 years ago. We had a great life in Texas and many reasons to stay where we lived including family, friends, and a wonderful church. Most significantly, it’s where the Lord saved us and brought us into greater maturity of godliness and love for his people.

If you are like me, dear Christian, you have experienced seasons in your life of great spiritual growth: you were delighted to serve the Lord and His church. You continuously praised God for His goodness and often found yourself before the Throne making requests, exuberant that He loved to hear your prayers. You felt deep conviction and your ears were attune to the still, small voice of the Holy Spirit.

Hi! Let me introduce myself. My name is Carrie, I’m 62 years old and while most of my friends and other people my age are preparing for retirement, I did the unthinkable. This past summer, and yes, in the middle of a pandemic, I sold most of my

It’s okay. It happened to the best of us this year. At different times and in different ways we all lost our minds just a little bit. In one way or another, many of us became doctors who have never been to medical school, theologians who never attended seminary, even prophets who don’t know God.

This Christmas season, maybe more than any Christmas season that any of us can remember, our neighbors are feeling a deep sense of anticipation; a sense of hope for change. The sense that, just around the bend or just over the next hill is something fresh, something bright to bring us out of the fog.

Back in August, 17 men and women became founding members of Grace Harbor Church New Bedford. We took vows of membership together, committing to watch over the spiritual good of one another for as long as we are in covenant membership together.