From the Pastor's Desk

Written by E. Baxter Morris on .

Celebrating 150 Years of Christian Devotion, 1866 - 2016

Events are:

· Alabama Baptist State Convention Celebration of the Mother Church’s 150th Anniversary, Saturday, August 6, 2016 at 10:30 a.m., 347 N. Ripley Montgomery, Alabama, Dr. Vernon Swift, Speaker

· The National Baptist Convention USA President's Banquet Celebrating the Mother Church’s 150th, Friday, November 4, 2016 6:00 p.m., Renaissance Montgomery Hotel & Spa, 201 Tallapoosa St., Dr. Jerry Young, Speaker

· 150th Celebration Honoring Civil Rights Activists and Community Leaders, Reception and Theater Production; Saturday, November 12, 2016 at 6:00p.m., Davis Theater, 251 Montgomery St., Montgomery, AL

· First Baptist 150th Anniversary Church Service, Sunday, November 27, 2016 

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