Weakness is the Way

HT: Jim Saemenes

Falling Plates

HT: Dale Callahan

Lord. Have. Mercy.

It's a Wonderful Life

"Everyone on earth should believe, amid whatever madness or moral failure, that his life and temperament have some object on earth. Everyone on earth should believe that he has something to give to the world which cannot otherwise be given. Everyone should, for the good of men and for the saving of his own soul, believe that it is possible, even if we are the enemies of the human race, to be the friends of God." (G. K. Chesterton)

Ragman

Ragman
by Walter Wangerin, Jr.

I saw a strange sight. I stumbled upon a story most strange, like nothing my life, my street sense, my sly tongue had ever prepared me for.

Hush, child. Hush, now, and I will tell it to you.

Even before the dawn one Friday morning I noticed a young man, handsome and strong, walking the alleys of our City. He was pulling an old cart filled with clothes both bright and new, and he was calling in a clear, tenor voice: "Rags!" Ah, the air was foul and the first light filthy to be crossed by such sweet music.

"Rags! New rags for old! I take your tired rags! Rags!"

"Now, this is a wonder," I thought to myself, for the man stood six-feet-four, and his arms were like tree limbs, hard and muscular, and his eyes flashed intelligence. Could he find no better job than this, to be a ragman in the inner city?

I followed him. My curiosity drove me. And I wasn't disappointed.

Soon the Ragman saw a woman sitting on her back porch. She was sobbing into a handkerchief, sighing, and shedding a thousand tears. Her knees and elbows made a sad X. Her shoulders shook. Her heart was breaking.

The Ragman stopped his cart. Quietly, he walked to the woman, stepping round tin cans, dead toys, and Pampers.

"Give me your rag," he said so gently, "and I'll give you another."

He slipped the handkerchief from her eyes. She looked up, and he laid across her palm a linen cloth so clean and new that it shined. She blinked from the gift to the giver.

Gospel Identity

All of Life, is Jesus Christ

Because of Him, we're dead to sin

Hidden with the Son, victory won

This is our story, destined for Glory

- Ken Johnson

We've Moved!

We have for some time been praying that the Lord would provide a place for us to meet on Sunday mornings. And I'm happy to report, as the psalmists frequently gush, "The Lord heard our cry..." So, beginning this Sunday, February 3rd, we will be gathering for worship at a new location and time.

Where: 701 Kittitas St., Wenatchee

Time: 9:30 - 11:00 am

We are very thankful to Wenatchee Valley Praise Center (a.k.a. The Living Room) for hosting us in their facility over the past several months. Pastors John and Sal and were exemplary hosts, and we remain grateful for their generous hospitality.

We'd love for you to join us as we begin a new chapter at King's Cross Church. Blessings!