The Church represents the kingdom of Jesus Christ as He established it here on earth; restored in glory for mankind with the same gifts, ordinances, structure and faith. The Church serves humbly as a forum through which God’s spirit can be shared with the world. It is a spiritual home for people across the globe and a conduit for God’s blessings and miracles.
Our mission is to teach the Gospel to all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost; teaching them to observe all things commanded by Jesus Christ (Matthew 28:19-20) and to draw Israel to Jesus Christ through an effort focused on the Native Americans of North and South
While we respect the freedom of choice as it applies to religious beliefs, we invite all who are seeking truth and sincerely interested in the simplicity of the restored gospel of Jesus Christ, to explore our web site; who we are, and how, through Jesus Christ and His atoning sacrifice, all men and women might find eternal salvation.
May the Lord bless your heart and mind,
Today, we're continuing our Good Word theme of "Boldness." In this passage, Paul is explaining to the Ephesians that God has revealed to him and the other apostles a great mystery. (Ooh! What is it?!)
The mystery is that the Gentiles have access to the gospel of Jesus Christ and are being invited into the fold of God.
If you remember, this was a pretty seismic shift in the way Israel thought about God and man. It was huge. It was divisive. It was not an easy message for Paul to deliver no matter which way you slice it.
Today, we're happy to introduce a new series called Early Church Memories. We all have certain childhood memories that stand out as interesting or important to us. For those who were raised in church, many of these early recollections play a role in our spiritual development. You'll see articles in this series pop up through November, and we hope they remind you of your earliest memories with the Lord.
To start things off, Sister Michelle Watson shares two memories that are the same but different.
I had to have been 6 years old or younger, and I was sitting in a pew near the back of the sanctuary in the old church building in Anaheim, California (before the blue remodel). The minister at the pulpit was telling a very touching story about a young child. Because the story was about a kid, my ears perked up, and I listened. The narrative was sad and beautiful, and I both pitied and admired the fictional child.