Remembering

I stepped into the Village Church the second Sunday after I moved to NYC back in 2000 and knew I had found my church home. Over the four years I lived in New York, TVC was a haven for me. Were it not for the support and prayer I received from my sweet sisters and brothers at the church, I think I would have merely “survived” my time as a teacher in the South Bronx rather than receive those years as the gift they were to me in my sanctification. I think I cried nearly every Sunday in worship, so touched by the Holy Spirit and reminded once again of my Savior’s love for me (who felt like a failure most of the time.)

When I moved to the Caucasus of southern Russia in 2004 to share the good news of Jesus, what I was saddest to leave in NYC was TVC. Even though I’ve been gone for such a long time now, I still feel sadness to think that the church that so ministered to me in those four years of my journey is coming to an end, but feel so blessed to have gotten to be a part of it for a brief moment in its history.