Our 3-PHASE Regathering Plan
Each morning, I arise with thankfulness to the Lord for the opportunity to serve alongside you. The family God has united at Mayfair holds a rare combination of grace, generosity, and get-r-done enthusiasm.
I’ve felt the deep heartbeat and warm love of the Mayfair family over the past eight weeks in ways beyond comparison. I know I’m not the only one who has witnessed this outpouring of the church alive even when we’re apart
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Beloved, Don’t Dismiss the Experts
Deeply loved friends and family:
Don’t dismiss the experts, the experienced, and the trade-specific professionals.
Think of it this way…
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Now Is The Time.
Now is the time. God’s power working through His people can do what the government cannot.
How may we band together to step up as a unified force of good-will for the peace and welfare of our community?
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He Is Good
Are you carrying a heavy weight on your shoulders today? Worries, fears, and anxieties tend to build up like a 60Ib military rucksack. The dead weight can crash down onto our hearts in the morning and smack us in the brain at evening.
Perhaps the burgeoning news of the COVID-19 (coronavirus) pandemic has led you into downright panic?
You can feel your heart beating out of your chest. . . .
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Our Church and COVID-19
As of last night, twelve confirmed cases of COVID-19 (a coronavirus) are reported in Michigan. While these small numbers may seem to pose little threat to us, national and international data points toward a growing, long-term risk of infection.
The elderly and medically fragile are especially among those for whom we must all exercise great caution. After much prayer, research, discussion with medical professionals, and consultation with other area pastors, the following represents our goals and action steps for this coming weekend of mission conference sessions and worship services. However, this is a fluid situation. We will provide updates as necessary. . . .
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I’m Always Thinking…
On hot summer days, I’d sit on the floor at my Aunt Donna’s house and listen as she played the piano and wrote music or go to my grandma’s house to spend the night, and wake up to the pungent scent of Folgers in the morning. But then another part of me thinks about the hard stuff . . .
