Church Service: Worship begins at 10:30 AM
Rev. Rebecca Sommons will lead a preteen/teen class upstairs in the red barn behind the parsonage
Matthew Sommons will lead an adult class in the parsonage living room at 9:30 AM.
First Sunday of the Month is Communion Sunday
We are the big red church on the corner of Main and Bonnet Street Call the church 362-1555
FIRST BAPTIST WELCOMES NEW PASTOR
The First Baptist Church of Manchester Center, VT is pleased to announce the arrival of our new Pastor, Rev. Rebecca Sommons, who will assume the pulpit at a Communion Worship Service on Sunday, August 7th at 10:30 am. Rev.
Sommons is a recent graduate of Palmer Theological Seminary and was ordained through the sponsorship of the First Baptist Church of Lansdale, PA.
Rev. Rebecca will reside in Manchester Center with her husband, Matthew, a veteran of the United States Navy and a psychiatrist, and their two
daughters: Grace, who is an incoming freshman at Houghton College in Houghton, NY; and Natalie who will enter her sophomore year at Burr and Burton.
The First Baptist Church of Manchester Center, VT, an affiliate of the American Baptist Churches of the USA and the American Baptist Churches of VT and NH, was founded in 1781 and is the oldest congregation in the Town of Manchester. First Baptist Church is a faith community that believes in studying God's Word; sharing our gifts, graces and talents; and acting as Christ's compassionate servants in and to this world.
All are enthusiastically invited to join us in welcoming Rev. Sommons and her family to the Manchester community. The First Baptist Church is located on the corner of Main and Bonnet Streets at the roundabout in Manchester Center, VT.
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Young people are invited to join us in the barn loft for a game night
with snacks. It will be on Friday, September 30 from 7- 9 PM.
You can bring friends too!
Our church will be hosting author and peace activist John Dear on
Wednesday, September 28th at 7:00 PM. You are invited to come and
to invite friends and neighbors to this community event. If you would
like to assist with the book table, please let Pastor Rebecca Sommons
The Mary-Martha Fellowship is holding the Annual Chicken Pie Supper on Saturday, October 15th at 6:00 PM. We are still looking for people to help in various ways. If you would like to volunteer, please contact Barb West at 362-3329 or see her at church. All help is gratefully appreciated. We are especially looking for people who would be willing to vacuum and clean the downstairs and to help clean up the vestry and kitchen. If you would like to make reservations for the dinner, please call Martha Thompson at 362-3473. It is especially important to make reservations if you are unable to handle the stairs and would like seating upstairs. The dinner is $12 for adults and $8 for children. We look forward to seeing you there.
The following Sunday School programs will be offered starting Sept at 9:30 AM.
Upstairs in the Barn (behind the parsonage), Pastor Rebecca Sommons will lead 12+ year olds in a curriculum designed to guide preteens and teens in owning their faith.
At the same time, Matthew Sommons will lead an adult class in the parsonage living room.
For 11 and under, we hope to offer something after the hectic start of school and Fall sports have subsided. We shall keep you posted on that.
Have a wonderful day!
Thanks to Sharon MacFarlane and the Youth Group for making this available.
The Prudential Committee thanks all of you who have done such great work as volunteers cleaning the church.
Bobby Mattison Cody Johnson
Daniel Ward Christopher Sargood
Jason Sargood Eric Malone
Rick Setzer James McReynolds
Tyson Fielding John Lewis Curtis Taft Harlen Capen
Willie Campney Debbie White Trevor McLenithan Brett Bushee
If there are other local troops, please let us know so we can add them to our prayer list
I don’t know why you come to church on a particular Sunday, or why you don’t. Sometimes you show up; sometimes you don’t. When you don’t, maybe it’s because you are sick or out of town or your alarm clock didn’t go off or you just can’t bear to be in a room with those particular people on this particular day. Maybe you are caught between wanting to experience God and a faith community, and the reality of what it’s really like to be a part of a faith community.
When you come, maybe it’s because you heard that lately, some of the little kids say the most hilarious things during the children’s story, and you are hoping to hear some of that. Or maybe it’s because you are reading the lessons at the service. Or – miracles of miracles there are sometimes more men in the choir than women! How often does that happen? And you want to check it out.
Or, maybe you just want to sing, at the top of your lungs. Where else can you go to sing?
Maybe you come because deep down, you are hungry for the promise in that little piece of bread and that small sip of wine/juice. Maybe you come because you need to be reminded that there is something bigger than you, that, even though things seem bleak, somehow, in the end, you need to know that you know you are loved and held by God. Maybe you come because you need courage to keep on doing good, to keep fighting the good fight. Or maybe you come because you need a hand to lift you up, and you are hoping that there will be a hand there today. Please let there be a hand there today.
If you don’t know why you come here’s a reason:
You don’t come for yourself. You come for someone else. You come for that person who needs a word, a hand up, a heart. You come for the person who needs someone to sit beside her. You come for the child who needs to be told he is smart. You come for the widow who walks in slowly; you come for the teenager who needs someone to say “You belong.” You come and you practice looking for the person, the one you are there for.
You come and you practice, so you can go back out and practice looking all week, looking for the person that God is sending to you.
Originally posted at: Faith in Community
Contributed by Glenna Taxter
From Shawn Harrington Manchester Historical Society
The first--- First Baptist Church stood on meeting house hill (site of today's Factory Point Cemetery) organized in 1781 and built in 1785. In 1833 the church relocated to its current site on the corner of Bonnet Street. Built at a cost of $2300 originally, it has been expanded and modified but remains relatively the same since as it was in 1873.
The photo at right dates from 1915 with the Elm at the Crossroads- subject of a poem written about by Walter Hard, the full text follows.
The document from 1834 documents the sale of Slip No. 2 in the new church sold to Mr. Martin Slocum of Manchester.
A message from
J E F F R E Y B E R N S T E I N
c o m p o s e r & c o n d u c t o r
In 1988, he composed a choral setting of the following poem and has given us permission to link it to our web site. Click here to be linked to Elm at the Crossroads.
Thank you, Mr Bernstein, for sharing.
Elm at the Crossroads by Walter Hard
Of course a tree is just so much timber
Or so many cords of firewood.
The timber may make a home
Or the firewood may keep it warm.
But a tree like the elm at the crossroads
Has seen too much of life
To be just timber or firewood.
There it is with its thick trunk on the ground.
They’re chopping out the branches
And digging around the broad stump.
Count the rings.
A hundred and eight.
It could tell you a lot of history.
It was young when Factory Point was beginning.
There was the Tannery along the river
With piles of bark in the yard.
There was the woolen mill with its whirling looms,
And a dozen other mills along the stream.
It really was Factory Point.
Think of all the people who have passed that tree!
Think of all the people
Think of the slow plodding oxen with loads of goods;
Heavy creaking wagons with blocks of marble
From the quarries on Dorset Mountain;
Gay prancing horses drawing shining buggies;
Processions in somber black;
Gay parades with bands and flying banners;
Ladies walking with parasols held over quaint bonnets;
Men with high hats and tailed coats.
Statesmen, scholars, warriors, artists—
All have passed under its spreading branches.
There it lies.
Just so many cords of firewood.
Of course it had to go.
It’s a martyr to what we hope is progress.
Our rushing life cannot be stopped by a tree.
A hundred and eight years
To grow some firewood.