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Redeemer Stories | Lauren English

We love sharing and hearing narratives from our community, as they provide tangible glimpses of how God is pursuing and transforming his people by his grace. Over the next few weeks, we will be featuring guest posts from several women in our community, describing how they have found deepened hope in Christ through a variety of everyday realities—work, marriage, children, singleness, and more.

Today we are featuring a story from Lauren English. Lauren English and her husband Jordan live in Liberty, MO, and are expecting their first child in March. They have been attending Redeemer for three years.
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For as long as I can remember, I have been a perfectionist. In elementary school, I made my mom braid my hair over and over until it was free of even the smallest bump. In middle school and high school, I poured myself into being the all-around perfect student: excellent grades, perfect friends, and the perfect youth group girl. Even in college when God started to strip me of some of those tendencies, I still tried to be an example of Christian ministry, doing all I could to be the best youth leader I could be. None of those things brought me the wholeness and fullness I desired, but I still kept running after them.

As you can probably imagine, when I got engaged and married a year after I graduated college, those perfectionist tendencies didn’t exactly go away.

I started pouring all my energy into making sure my marriage was perfect and lived up to all the expectations I had for our new life as husband and wife. I expected my husband to be the most loving, romantic, and thoughtful husband that ever existed. I expected myself to be the most humble, loving, and encouraging wife in the history of wives.

I expected everything about our marriage, from companionship and adventure to intimacy and communication, to fill me and finally make me feel whole. And it completely blew up in our faces.

My husband felt weighed down by the heavy expectations I was placing on his shoulders, even if I didn’t realize it. He felt like no matter what he did, he couldn’t live up to my expectations, so he was failing me as a husband. I felt a gnawing discontent starting to grow in my heart. I felt guilty for weighing Jordan down with my expectations, but I didn’t know how to stop. I was deeply disappointed that marriage hadn’t filled me in all the ways I hoped it would, and I grew angry at God for not “fixing” my marriage so it would live up to my expectations.

The high expectations I had of my marriage and my husband led to a season of deep discontent and distance from God that ultimately turned into depression. After almost a year of marriage, we decided to seek marriage counseling.

I’ll be honest, meeting with a counselor was not easy. She didn’t just give us a list of things to “fix” the places where we were hurting and broken, which is maybe what my perfectionist self would have preferred. Instead, she asked us real questions about the expectations we had of each other, marriage, and God. The deeper we dove into those issues, the more we started to see places where our expectations were hurting us.

We saw how our expectations for each other led us to feel like failures in marriage and in general. We saw how our expectations of marriage had become an idol, one we thought could satisfy us in a way it was never intended. Finally, I started to see how my expectation that God mold my life to fit my standards of perfection was leading to a lack of trust, distance, and even frustration and anger in my relationship with Him.

Our counselor helped clear away the hurt and confusion that had built up during that first year so we could see more clearly God’s heart for us and for our marriage. We saw that while He deeply loves us and desires for our marriage to be healthy and beautiful, His ultimate heart is that we would find our satisfaction and wholeness in Him.

Just like trying to be the perfect student or perfect Christian never filled me, trying to be the perfect wife with the perfect marriage wasn’t enough either. Walking through counseling helped my husband and me stop looking to each other and marriage to fill us, and instead to turn to Jesus with our identities, our longings, and our disappointments.

The struggle with expectations still pops up, but we’re learning to let those hard moments point us to Jesus instead of away from Him. Our marriage reminds us over and over that He is the only one who can fill the longings in our hearts, and the joy we find in each other is just a tiny glimpse of the joy and fullness He offers.

Affordable Christmas 2015

In a few weeks, our building at Redeemer Midtown will look a little different! We will transform our space into a store and Christmas decorations will fill the building, all in preparation for Affordable Christmas. Affordable Christmas is an annual event that we host to empower families to provide Christmas in a dignified way.

Every year people donate thousands of gifts that are available for purchase by families from our partner organizations (Crossroads Academy & Alcazar Apartments) at 1/10th of the original purchase price.

Affordable Christmas will be on Saturday, December 12 from 9 am to 2 pm, and we need your help to pull it off! Check out our website to learn about how you can Give and Serve with Affordable Christmas.

Here are a couple stories of people impacted by Affordable Christmas over the years.

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I really connected with the mom I was helping shop for her 4 kids. She lost her husband about a year ago and clearly it was very difficult for her to be facing the holidays alone! I couldn’t shake that afternoon and thought about it often during the days leading up to Christmas and decided to send her a Christmas gift so she would have something to open. I ended up bringing it by her house Christmas Eve and it was a delight to see the joy it brought her to know someone cared for her!

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The first woman who I was assisting as a personal shopper told me that she had been coming to Affordable Christmas every year since it started. At first, she didn’t seem that excited about the whole event. But as we made our way to the register with a bag full of gifts for her two teenage sons, she pulled out a twenty dollar bill and told me, “I’ve been saving this crisp twenty, right here in the back of my wallet, all month long, just for this moment. I can ‘t wait to get these gifts back home and show my husband what we got for our boys! ” I loved her sense of empowerment, and the joy that she had taken in saving that crisp twenty all month long. In that moment, I saw the power of Affordable Christmas to preserve personal dignity while still benefitting those who need a little help.

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There are so many ways for you to get involved. We encourage you to get together with your small group, with your friends, or your family to think about how to buy gifts, serve together, and tell the story of Jesus through Affordable Christmas.

You can visit affordable-christmas.com to sign up to serve or donate gifts.

Redeemer Stories | Emilie Jackson

On Monday, October 26th, our women gathered for a night of worship, story-telling, and connecting with other another. We heard four different women share stories of how Jesus has met them in the midst of joy, suffering, and the mundane of life.

We love sharing and hearing narratives from our community, as they provide tangible glimpses of how God is pursuing and transforming his people by his grace. Over the next few weeks, we will be featuring guest posts from several women in our community, describing how they have found deepened hope in Christ through a variety of everyday realities—work, marriage, children, singleness, and more.

Today we are featuring a story from Emilie Jackson. Emilie is a staff deacon at the Midtown campus and serves as Executive Assistant to Kevin Cawley. She has been attending Redeemer for five years.

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“When you stop looking for him, the right guy will appear!”

“Jesus is just waiting for you to rest in him before you meet someone!”

“How in the world are you still single? You are beautiful and so amazing!”

I would bet those of us who are single have heard these words one way or another, either through our own kind-hearted efforts to comfort our friends, or through others’ optimistic efforts to comfort us. But rather than comfort, all these words really seem to do is bolster expectations.

Growing up, I fully expected to be married by 23 with a baby on the way by 26. I graduated from a Christian college where the motto was, “A ring by spring or your money back.” Freshman year was great— it was everything I had hoped. I made friends, we talked about Jesus, debated theology, and had adventures; I thought this was as good as it could get. A few months later, I started dating who I thought was “the one.” Everything was aligning. I loved Jesus, I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend, and everyone had told me I was pretty great and so was he. It was what everyone had told me “it” was supposed to be.

Then we broke up. I was devastated. The discovery that “it” wasn’t enough hit me like a ton of bricks. My usual coping mechanism of over-spiritualism wasn’t mending it; reading verses people sent me wasn’t mending it; a person taking my side wasn’t mending it; and some guy wasn’t mending it, either.

This feeling of “un-mendable” left me with a healthy dose of depression. I was displaced, and I couldn’t quite figure out how to heal. Up until that point, I mistakenly thought depression was for the really messed up ones — not me.

It was in those months I met Him, specifically Christmas of 2010. I was at the darkest place I’ve ever been: angry, confused, and bitter. Shaking my fist at God because He had not given me what I wanted; what I believed I had earned with my goodness. You know, real humble-like. Then one night, I was in the car listening to “Oh Holy Night” from Sara Groves’ Christmas album. She sang, “a thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices,” and I sobbed. I knew all too well what it was like to be weary and wishing nothing more than to experience thrilling hope.

As I cried in my exasperation, I understood for the first time why Jesus’ birth was staggering. What drew in the wise men, the shepherds, and Mary was drawing me in, too: the way Jesus came demanded that people release every expectation they had for what they thought a Savior could be.

He was demanding me to see that, too. He was a baby who grew into a man, a man who healed and offered freedom from spiritual bondage, and who decided His murder was the way He could save us. It changed everything for the shepherds, and it changed everything for me.

I look back on those months of depression never wishing to repeat them, but knowing that if I do, or when the next dark thing arrives, Jesus is enough for me. The healing and freedom were mine for the taking if I could just let go of what I thought would satisfy and rest in his unruly ways of going about them.

It’s often easier to live with singleness as a crutch, waiting around for that one thing to happen before doing other things. And it’s also easier to live with singleness as a platform, as if it’s the “better” way compared to marriage or your equivalent.

That season showed me it’s actually neither of those things. Singleness is just part of this season of my life. It’s also a part that I don’t want to pretend I have figured out, but only something, like everything else in my life, Jesus is currently using to prove Himself better. That is always His aim. When I’m hosting church planters, when I’m learning a new recipe, when I’m grieving with my friends, He will keep proving Himself better. I’m glad Jesus ruined my expectations, and I will gladly open myself up to that again and again so long as I keep finding Him to be true – knowing full well I always will.

Redeemer Stories | Whitney Conard

We love sharing and hearing narratives from our community, as they provide tangible glimpses of how God is pursuing and transforming his people by his grace. Over the next several weeks, we will be featuring guest posts from several women in our community, describing how they have found deepened hope in Christ through a variety of everyday realities—work, marriage, children, singleness, and more.

Today we are featuring a story written by Whitney Conard. Whitney Conard lives with her husband Andrew and their toddler son Declan in Roeland Park, KS. They have attended Redeemer since 2009 (minus the three years they spent overseas).

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When someone asks you to describe yourself, what are the first three things you mention?

For me, it was: nurse, health educator, and expat/missionary. But in 2013, when some of those roles were stripped from me, it radically changed my identity— for the better.

My husband and I moved to rural Cambodia in March 2011, and through the summer of 2012, I volunteered in a missionary clinic as a registered nurse. I helped set up the clinic, registered patients, assisted with procedures, and visited patients in their homes— a volunteer job that was meaningful and fulfilling. I also was finishing my bachelor’s degree in nursing online.

But in June 2012, the missionary doctor closed the doors of the clinic and went home for a year’s furlough. I continued studying online and volunteering with small projects, but my world of influence and work shrunk. After I finished my online studies in December, I found myself a very reluctant housewife with a blank calendar and few commitments.

I’ve always been a “go-getter” – a woman with a lot of drive and ambition who finds new challenges for herself. However, that year, I plunged into a depression I couldn’t shake. I tried finding part-time work with my husband’s organization and developing health education programs for other charities in town. But there were no positions in my husband’s office or with the other charities.

I felt frustrated, unfulfilled, and dissatisfied.

Why would God put me in a country like Cambodia and not give me a specific role to play? Why were my talents and time being wasted? Why couldn’t I find some way to use my nursing skills?

Slowly, over the course of a few months, God showed me why. Through prayer, his Word, and deep conversations with other Christians, I found purpose in the darkness. He gently drew the idol out of my heart: finding my identity outside of Jesus.

It was true. I’ve always found satisfaction, even pride, in describing myself as a nurse. I held challenging jobs that were respected by others. I had a role to look forward to when I woke up and a way to feel good about myself. But when it was taken away? I felt worthless.

I didn’t feel like Jesus was enough for me.

I believed the lie that I needed to create my own identity through my work, efforts, and titles. Being his daughter, his redeemed child, didn’t factor into my thoughts when I evaluated myself. I sought to be recognized and defined by my work, instead of the work Christ did for me.

God had to strip away all that was holding me together – a long and painful process. But now I know why God allowed those props to fall out of my life. I’m not defined by what I do; I’m defined by what Jesus did for me, and even now, how he changes me and leads me. Who I am in Christ is far more significant and lasting than any identity I could build on my own.

Once in Christ, our identity doesn’t change.

It’s not threatened by other people. It can’t be held up in comparison to others, to either make us feel better about ourselves, or worse, because we can’t take credit for who we are. God is working in me and through me to make a new creature, with a new heart that longs only to glorify Him.

Now we live in Kansas City, and I’m still tempted to find my identity in a place other than Jesus. As long as I’m in this broken body on earth, I won’t stop struggling with the temptation to look away from Christ. But he is faithful to forgive, to strengthen, and to redeem. That’s what I want to identify with and be recognized by: his steadfast love for me.

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Redeemer Stories: Stacey Stark

On Monday, October 26th, our women gathered for a night of worship, storytelling, and connecting with other another. We heard four different women share stories of how Jesus has met them in the midst of joy, suffering, and the mundane of life.

We love sharing and hearing narratives from our community, as they provide tangible glimpses of how God is pursuing and transforming his people by his grace. Over the next several weeks, we will be featuring guest posts from several women in our community, describing how they have found deepened hope in Christ through a variety of everyday realities—work, marriage, children, singleness, and more.

To kick us off, today we are featuring a story written by Stacy Stark. Stacey and her husband Tim live with their two young children in East Kansas City. They have been attending Redeemer for four years.

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Seven years ago, when my husband and I got married, we imagined what today would look like. We thought we would be married for a couple of years, and then get pregnant. Today, I have two babies that I love more than life itself: a three-year-old girl and a two-month-old boy. But they both came to us after much waiting and heartache, and not from my womb. God had different plans.

I didn’t expect infertility to be a part of my story. I spent a long year and a half seeing my friends’ hearts and stomachs grow with expectancy, while all I saw were negative test results. I remember the exact moment God created a longing for children in me, while I held a friend’s new baby. For the first time I thought, “I could do this. I want to do this.”

I didn’t understand why God would give me the desire to be a mother, but then not fulfill it.

Time and time again during our waiting, I would connect with someone also struggling to conceive and not feel so alone. Inevitably, they would soon announce a pregnancy and graduate from this “club” that no one wanted to be a part of. For a while there was hope— if it happened to them, surely I might be next!

Ultimately, however, a doctor told us the last thing I expected to hear: my waiting had been in vain. Pregnancy wouldn’t happen without expensive assistance. Even then, there were no guarantees. We could remain childless, plus be tens of thousands of dollars in debt.

I felt angry and forgotten by God. I knew that in spite of what any doctor said, God is the one who creates life. He was able, but He was choosing not to give me a baby.

Why? This wasn’t part of my plan.

Shortly after the news from the doctor, by God’s goodness, He gave us the desire to adopt. We began the domestic infant adoption process with renewed hope. The road to get there was dark and unexpected, but we felt relieved to surrender our plans to God for what He might have in mind for our family.

The adoption process sped up. Right away, we were chosen by an expectant mom due in only three weeks. God was finally coming through! The weeks were a blur, and soon we were in the hospital with a baby we thought was our newborn son. Yet the day our social worker called to tell me that the baby’s mom had changed her mind, the bottom fell out. I felt literally broken in half. The disappointment and grief were enormous.

I didn’t pray for weeks. I had nothing to say. My soul was weary. I found myself sifting through the wreckage of what had (or hadn’t) happened over the last several years, desperately trying to figure out who God was to me and asking a lot of questions: What do I do when my life looks absolutely nothing like I thought it would? Does God really want good things for me?

I knew that God was good. But was He good to me?

During that time, I was confronted with my idolatry and sinful heart. I had banked all my hope in having children, and valued that more than knowing the God who was sovereign over my circumstances and who was designing my life according to his good purpose for me. I spent a lot of time in the Psalms, reading promises like, “My flesh and my heart [and my adoption] may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever” (Psalm 73:26).

Our circumstances didn’t immediately improve. We actually experienced another failed adoption shortly after the first. My fear and anxiety landed me in the office of a wonderful Christian counselor. For the first time I was able to form blunt, honest prayers to God: “You wounded me. Right now, I feel like you’re a big bully and I’m just waiting for the next bad thing to happen.”

Yet over time and by God’s grace, He began to heal my heart and continue to reveal His love to me. During my time of greatest loss and heartbreak, God was doing his best work.

My story has a happy ending. In 2012, we welcomed our daughter, Norah. Three years later, in 2015, our son Grady was born. I owe my motherhood to two brave women who did the hard thing and sacrificed their desires for what they thought was best for their children. Adoption has blessed my life in immeasurable ways.

The thing is, this isn’t just a story about a couple who wanted a baby and waited for a long time, then finally got what they wanted. It really isn’t my story at all— it’s God’s story. Spiritual transformation doesn’t happen when we get what we want. It happens while we wait and trust, even when we have yet to receive what we’re waiting for. I am learning that God knows better than I do, and he is enough for me. I can trust, even in the midst of my darkest days, that God is working for my good.

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Photo credit: Ashley Smith

Pray for Our Team in Haiti

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This is a guest post written by two members of our Haiti team, Adam Lynch and Emily Thompson.

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The jaunt through the gallery space leading into our sanctuary seamlessly draws our attention toward the windows, where life-size images of some of our favorite people in the world are posted. If you don’t know these people – maybe you will some day. They are children (and those who help them) living in Haiti who have been orphaned due to the earthquake of 2010, as well as from other very difficult circumstances.

Some in our church family know these children personally. Last Tuesday, October 6th, several more had the chance to know them as well. For the third time this year a team from our Redeemer community (in addition to a hand full of others) made the trip to Haiti. Some of the team members will have the joy of growing the bond they’ve already begun to make on previous trips. During their time in Haiti the team will love on the kids and the adults who care for them – the team will teach them about Jesus, serve them with the heart of Jesus, and pray with them to know Jesus or strengthen their relationship with him.

Over the last year – one of our main objectives as a church community has been to embrace reality. Part of the reality of our mission as Jesus’ disciples is to respond to the leading of God to share the Gospel with people we’ve developed real relationships with. This is happening in Haiti! God is moving in many hearts, not only in our church but also the lives of the children in those images (and many others) posted on our church gallery walls.

Our children in RedeemerKIDS have been writing to the children in Haiti for the past year. The children in Haiti respond to the Redeemer Kids with curiosity, joy, and encouragement. Letters consist of drawings and discussion of soccer, and it is a joy to see the how God is growing in the hearts of the children in Haiti and Kansas City. As we continue to make more trips, the children will be able to exchange letters every two to three months. There is much anticipation to see how the Lord will use the letters to teach and proclaim the gospel of his children in KC and Haiti!

A few simple ways you can pray:
1) That the children would see Christ through the team’s care and love for them.
2) That the men and women who care for these children would experience the love of God through the help of our team.
3) That the Holy Spirit would transform hearts and bring comfort and provision into the many needs of Haiti.
4) That our team would draw closer to Jesus and be filled with the empowering work of the Holy Spirit to do God’s work while they’re there and beyond.

Join us in praying these things for God’s glory and the good of Haiti.

Great is Thy Faithfulness | Redeemer Stories | The Keys

Three years ago this week, several of us in the Redeemer family stood around the newly-dug grave of Olivia Key, the three-year-old daughter of Brian and Kelly Key. In that moment, it was hard to understand that the story God was writing was one far bigger and deeper than the grave our eyes were fixed upon.

But, the story is indeed much greater. In both the years leading up to Olivia’s death and the years following it, the Keys’ refrain has been unmistakeable in our body: “Great is Thy Faithfulness!”

Theirs is a story with no pat or easy answers. It’s filled with suffering, pain, death, longing, mourning, and broken-heartedness.

But in the midst of that darkness, shining through the pain, their story is one of God drawing near, his faithfulness, hope in the midst of despair, and the expectation of a day when Jesus will come and make all things new.

As pastors, we are so grateful to the Keys for teaching us how to mourn with eternity in view. We are thankful for the moments spent with Livi. And, above all, we are thankful for a God who is with us in suffering, promising to work all things together for the good of those who love him (Rom. 8:28).

Today, on the three-year anniversary of Livi’s death, here is the Key’s story.

Baptism Sunday

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On Sunday, May 17, we had the opportunity to celebrate the Baptisms of four people who publicly acknowledged their faith in Jesus Christ. It is through the stories of these individuals that we get to reflect on a staggering truth: God raises the dead and he is pursuing a people for himself. Life-transforming stories remind us of this. A wonderful illustration of this pursuit is found in Romans 5:8-9, “but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Since, therefore, we have now been justified by his blood, much more shall we be saved by him from the wrath of God.” This is what we celebrate in baptism. While we were enemies of God, Christ died for us so that we may receive grace and forgiveness of our sins.

Sharing these stories allow us to reflect on the story of God reconciling a people to himself in Kansas City.

Here are some highlights:

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“I used to use validation from other humans as a temporary form of freedom and satisfaction. Becoming a bondservant of Christ was more freeing than any other form of fleeting satisfaction. With Christ at the center, I realize that the point of Christianity is not to make myself good enough, but to be loved by the Father who saved me. Galatians 5:1 says, “For freedom Christ has set us free; stand firm therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery.” I know that Christ can set me free from all of my insecurities and free me to serve Him.”

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“I was experiencing life-giving hope and heart-transforming love that could only come from faith in Christ. God reached into my life – an undeserving, broken, prideful sinner – and called me to follow Him, showing me what it means to be fully known and fully loved. My life looks and feels dramatically different than it did a few years ago. Through Christ alone, I have a sense of joy and peace that I never knew I could experience, and I’ve seen the freedom that comes from obedience! I still struggle with the insecurities and the pain of my past, but God’s word and His grace remind me constantly that I am more loved than I could ever imagine and that my story, although messy, is purposeful. I’m honored to continue walking in faith and repentance as the Lord keeps transforming my heart so I live a life that glorifies Him more each and every day.”

Marie

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“After graduation, I moved to Kansas City and I continued to learn and grow in understanding more about who Jesus was and what He meant to me. It wasn’t until I came to Redeemer that I truly understood the depth of my need for Him and what it actually meant to be a Christian. During that time, I was going through a difficult season of an engagement that ended. Even though it was painful trying to be patient with God in wondering what He had planned for me, I clung to Him as my comfort and my hope. The truth preached each Sunday continued to penetrate my heart and allowed me to see that I don’t need to have my mess cleaned up before I could come to Jesus – I can come boldly and without shame. It’s amazing that He sees and knows all of me, sin-sick heart and all, yet He still loves me. God is so merciful, even through the struggles! I am beyond excited to be baptized as a way to express my commitment to follow Jesus and to advance His kingdom.”

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“I was born in Mexico and came to the United States after I was widowed with four children. I wanted to give my children a better life. That is why I love this country, because it gave my family and I opportunities we wouldn’t have had otherwise. As my life went on I would go to church once in a while. I have committed mistakes, and due to that the few times would go to church I felt excluded. On one occasion when I accompanied my husband to a baptist church, I comprehended that God loved me so much that he forgives every wrong I had committed because Jesus stood in my place and I put my faith in him.

After this, my stepson invited us to Redeemer, and I have come to understand the true purpose of God for my life. And that is why I have decided to get baptized. I want to be his daughter and follow him forever.”

Supporting Terrence Brooks & New Wine Community Church

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Two weeks ago we had the opportunity to hear from Terrence Brooks at our Midtown congregation. Terrence is an alum of Fellowship Associates, which is a church planting residency that we have both participated in and partnered with since our church was planted. Terrence visited Redeemer twice last year as a part of the residency, and it was a joy to bring Terrence back again, this time with his wife Javanne.

Terrence is the planter and pastor of New Wine Community Church in Long Beach, CA. We’re very excited about the opportunities that New Wine has to see the gospel of Jesus advanced in Southern California, and our heart as a church is to get behind gospel movements like this in any way that we can. So, we sent Terrence back to CA with a check for $10,000 for his church plant!

Learn more about Terrence

Terrence was born in Los Angeles and grew up surrounded by violence, drugs, and gangs. Terrence received a basketball scholarship to college where he met Jesus and his life was transformed. After graduation, Terrence pursued his Masters in Theology at Dallas Theological Seminary. After college, Terrence was reunited with his high school sweetheart, Javanne, and they were married in 2010.

In May of 2014, Terrence and his wife moved to Long Beach, California, where they started New Wine Community Church.

Support Terrence & New Wine

Check out the video below to learn more about New Wine. Whether it means giving money or moving to California to participate with this community, we’re praying that many in our congregation would support Terrance and New Wine Community Church. To find out how you can help, contact Terrence.

Resurrection Songs

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This past Sunday was fun for our church. Not only did we get to reflect upon and celebrate our 7th Birthday, we got to share a surprise we’ve been working on for a month now. We had the opportunity to hand out free copies of our new EP, “Resurrection Songs”.

“Resurrection Songs” is the live recording of our 7 pm service in Midtown on Easter Sunday, 2015. Part of the genesis of this project is a burden our Elders feel this year to become a people that reflect on the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ in every aspect of our lives. Jesus didn’t just die for our sins, he rose again, conquering the grave and inviting us into a relationship with himself!

That truth changes everything! It means the death of cynicism, the death of guilt and shame, and the death of unbelief and complacency.

So, in many ways, the vision of this project is simple: we wanted to get tunes and lyrics in your homes and hearts to help us become a resurrection people: a singing, resurrection people.

If you were unable to attend last week’s service, you can download the entire album through the link provided below, or receive a physical copy of the CD at our Information Desk.

Here is a video of the announcement that was given on Sunday.

Listen to and download the album here!

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