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eLetter
A Reflection on Black History Month
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.
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Hope & Healing
The Cost of My Freedom
When I think of my personal freedom, I think of these verses and what it cost Jesus to provide that freedom for me. It hasn’t always been this way in my faith journey. For many years I took it for granted. It was easy to say “Jesus died for my sins” as an 8-yr old; not fully knowing at that age what it really cost Him.
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June 2023 Staffing Update
IBC's Senior Leadership Team provides an update regarding a pastoral staff transition.
Hope & Healing
Our Father
When it comes to human relationships, we have the power to create or destroy, nurture or neglect, heal or traumatize. That’s the power God has placed in our hands. Yet, God’s intent with us when He created us in His image was that we would know Him and represent His character to others. It is our highest calling as humans—and as fathers.
eLetter
Questions of Jesus
My favorite teacher of all time was my 11th grade history teacher Mr. Bennington. What I loved about Mr. Bennington was that he asked really good questions. What I hated was that he rarely gave me the answers.
Hope & Healing
Anxiety and Me and the God Who Gets It.
My throat felt closed off, my shoulders were tight, and my stomach was churning. My thoughts alternately whirled by too fast to catch and so slow that I felt stupid. What was happening to me? Normally I’m an even-keeled, calm and sensible person, but for several weeks I felt like my mind and my body were conspiring against me.
eLetter
Motherhood: A Suffering Kind of Love
To be a mother is to know a suffering kind of love. And no one knows that better than Mary, the mother of Jesus.