It began in the heart of local doctor Tom Goodman...a man who witnessed all the “solutions” to healthcare for lower income communities, yet saw how far too many were slipping through the cracks with no healthcare at all. So, he decided to do something about it. 

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Thursday, 03 March 2016 10:04

Church at the Barrel

Tuesday at noon, I meandered my way through the streets of west Montgomery to the corner of Rosa Parks and Stone Streets. I noticed a bunch of old stumps and two crosses. Groups of people were hurrying across the street to find their spot and were fellowshipping with one another as they sat down.  Big smiles, pats on the back, Bibles in hand, and a cheerful face passing out papers with Scripture; one could tell it was a place to meet Jesus.  I found my place on a stump and got a major whiff of fried chicken.  People greeted me as I waited, shook my hand and introduced themselves. I noticed that nearby neighbors leaned up against their fences as a service began. 

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Thursday, 03 March 2016 08:33

Who Do You Think That I Am?

With that brief question Jesus Christ confronted His followers with the most important issue they would ever face. He had spent much time with them and made some bold claims about His identity and authority. Now the time had come for them either to believe or deny His teachings.

Who do you say Jesus is? Your response to Him will determine not only your values and lifestyle, but your eternal destiny as well.

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Wednesday, 04 May 2011 11:38

Helping Children Grieve

I am acquainted with grief. Over several months, I watched my mother transform into a person I hardly recognized. Her quick wit and sharp mind disappeared following a fall the night before her ninetieth birthday. Within a week, she began a sojourn in a frightening world of befuddlement, paranoia, and fear. I walked each step of the journey with her, reassuring her of her safety, our love for her, God’s love and plan for her life, and the hope of heaven. Grief was my constant companion, and the day she entered the “memory” unit at a care facility, I wept.

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