Our building will be closed Monday, May 29 for Memorial Day.
In recent weeks at IBC, we’ve been discussing the importance of wrestling with our own personal past—our life story—to better understand our present and God’s intentions for our future. This is a vitally important part of our ongoing spiritual growth and development. God has made us who we are through the formative experiences and relationships of our lives: though our heritage, our heroes, our high points, and our hard times.
Read More“Prison was the worst experience, but the best experience for me because I found Jesus.”
After years of struggling with addiction, Amy found herself getting into the driver’s seat of a car on a night that would change her life forever. Amy was intoxicated to a point that she still doesn’t fully remember the events of that night to this day. What the police report and eye witnesses would later tell was that she drove her car into a parked car and telephone pole before striking and injuring a pedestrian.
“How can I help people when I haven’t gotten over my anxiety?” It’s a thought that hit me during my “coming to terms” with mental illness. Getting diagnosed with two disorders while starting to treat them for others was not the opportunity I asked for.
Join us starting September 12 as we kick off a new sermon series called It's Time.
I missed this church. I missed you.
I was away from IBC all summer on a three-month pastoral sabbatical, which was, of course, wonderful. My family and I had the opportunity to travel and spend time together, and I got to do more than my share of reading, writing, and letting Jesus do some work on me.
Wednesday. 12:30 p.m. The Hatch
Every Wednesday, around noon, you could stroll past the Hatch (a lounge area backstage at the Irving Bible Church) and smell sweet, Cuban coffee brewing. Inside, you would find staff members gathering for lunch and community while Oscar distributed coffee amongst the group. It was a time to simply “turn off” from work for an hour. One hour to simply be in community, talk about anything, and build relationships. Better known as the Cafecito Club.
I believe that I have cried more this year than the past two years combined.
The thing is, I’m not a crier. Ask my therapist; I don’t cry. No matter the heartbreak, loss, or disaster my eyes will stay bone dry. Even through monumental high points in life I can’t seem to shed a tear.