In 1985, my husband and I, along with our two children, ages 12 and 15, moved from Hillsboro, Oregon, to Cornelius, North Carolina.
We visited several churches but could not find the one we felt was part of God’s plan for our family. At the encouragement of our children, we visited Bethel. On that first visit, we knew that Bethel was where God wanted us to be, as the love, peace, and joy of the Holy Spirit were so evident in that service. Our children, Taylor and Megan, grew spiritually as they attended Sunday school and worship.
My husband, Howard, was in an auto accident in the 1980s and suffered a traumatic brain injury. Bethel became our haven of comfort and a place of deep spiritual growth. The faith of Taylor and Megan grew phenomenally as our family learned to trust the Lord for our basic needs, supported by the prayers of our church family. Our friends at Bethel—especially the youth group leaders, Rich and Martha Landis—surrounded us with prayer and love. Pastor Didi Wayland was an amazing source of spiritual guidance for all four of us.
In later years, Howard and I served as deacons, choir members, and Sunday school teachers; I also served as an elder. When I reflect on our 35 years at Bethel, the word “love” comes to mind. As God showed us His grace and love there, we, in turn, loved those who loved us, prayed for us, and taught us the Scriptures. Thanks be to God for a church called Bethel.