Welcome to the First Baptist Church, Montgomery

The First Baptist Church on North Ripley Street in Montgomery, Alabama is a historic landmark. Founded in downtown Montgomery in 1867 as one of the first black churches in the area.  First Baptist Church also had a role in the Civil Rights Movement in the United States.

In the first few decades after its establishment the First Baptist Church became one of the largest black churches in the South, growing from hundreds parishioners to thousands. Almost a hundred years later, in the 1950s and 1960s, it was an important gathering place for activities related to the civil rights movement, and became associated with the Montgomery Bus Boycott and the Freedom ride of May 1961. The church was listed by the Alabama Historical Commission on the Alabama Register of Landmarks and Heritage on May 5, 2000.

From the Pastor's Desk

Written by E. Baxter Morris on .

On behalf of the members of First Baptist Church, it gives me great pleasure to extend to you a welcome to our church as well as our digital offerings.  It is our genuine hope that as you visit with us by way of the Web, you will find the spiritual guidance you need to make your life all God would have it to be while visiting with us.

Words from our pastor

Senior Pastor E. Baxter Morris

 

In paster’s green, no not always,
Oftimes He who knoweth best,
Leadeth me in weary ways
Where heavy shadows be,
Out of sunshine into darkest night
I oft would affright, only for this
He holds my hand.
So whether on hilltop high I dwell
Or in sunless valley, what matters
He is there.

By still waters, no not always so
Oftimes the waves and billows
O’er my soul go,
And when the storm beats loudest
And I cry aloud for help
The Master Standeth by and
Whispers to my soul,
Lo, it is I

Above this tempest wild
I hear Him say beyond this darkness
Lies the perfect day
In every path of thine I lead the way.
So whether on hilltop high I dwell
Or in sunless valleys, what matters,
For He is there

He gives me no hopeless, helpless reed,
But His own hand sufficient to my needs
And in the hear after I shall know
Why in His goodness He lead me so

Assistant Pastor Christopher Allen

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

"Come unto me, all you that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and you shall find rest unto your souls."

St. Mathew 11:28