WALK BY FAITH
Gilead's Vision Statement:
WE RING OUT A JOYOUS MESSAGE OF WELCOME AND TOGETHERNESS TO NEIGHBORS NEAR AND FAR THROUGH THE SPIRIT OF CHRIST!
SUNDAY SCHOOL NEWS
Classes will begin on September 8th at 9:30 a.m. and will meet the 2nd Sunday of each month.
COMMUNITY DINNER AND FOOD PANTRY
Dinners resume September 19TH.
The community dinner is a free-will offering which helps to defray the expenses and support the food pantry.
Defensive Driving Classes
Stay tuned for next class,
Thank you to all who participated in these classes.
GILEAD SERVES IN WORSHIP AND OUTREACH
Join us each Sunday to lift your spirit for the week as we worship and provide community outreach.
Our history began back in 1742, German families from the Palatinate settled in Haynerville along Route 7 in what is now Brunswick, New York--near Albany. A log structure was erected in 1746 on land given by Patroon Stephen Van Rensselaer. In 1818 a brick church was constructed at the present site on land given by William Coonradt. After the Civil War in 1865 the present brick structure was dedicated. A bell tower was added and a Moeller organ installed.
Join with us, become acquainted with Gilead now as well as our past, to grow in spiritual friendship in our future. Our shared faith in Jesus Christ helps build strong bonds both within individual families and throughout our extended church family. God’s merciful grace and forgiveness, revealed here each Sunday in Word and Sacrament, give us a strong base on which to spread the spirit of love for the whole family. You are welcome to join our spiritual journey as we continue to spread the Word to others of God’s love. Come and worship in a liturgical tradition. Begin today for tomorrow.
"And now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; and the greatest of these is love."
1 Corinthians 13:13
(Our 'PLARN' project)
Above is a "Plarn" mat (plastic bags crocheted into mats for the homeless)
The following poem was written by William E. Ogren, a friend of Gilead, in December of 1995
"The church that sits atop a hill for all the world to see,
A grand Victorian structure with a quiet majesty.
So many generations have worshipped in this place.
It beckons from the hilltop with a quiet kind of grace.
A remember of a bygone time when splendor was the norm,
It was built by caring craftsman and would weather any storm.
The highway down below it was a quiet dusty road.
Bricks were hauled by horses, straining 'neath their load.
Before too long a church was raised, a fitting gift of thanks.
It has lasted through the ages, like the people in its ranks.
A fitting place of worship on this hill atop the land,
A cathedral in the county - proud, alive and grand.
The day this church was opened was a joyous, happy time,
As wagons full of families came to make the gentle climb.
But a country church like this or a cathedral tall and grand,
Are only stacks of brick and stone that sit upon the sand.
The church is in the people who choose this place to pray.
They've been here for generations and still are here today.
Inside they sing the praises to the Lord that they all know,
And the sound of joyful music fills the valley down below.
The scene of many joyous times and many sad as well,
Who knows how many stories these hallowed walls could tell.
The road is now a highway and the traffic hurries by,
But that church atop the hill still stands tall against the sky.
It still serves its congregation as it did so long ago,
And still stands as a beacon to that highway down below.
As you walk up to the country church on a quiet summer day,
You can sense The Balm of Gilead as you go in to pray.
May the Lord continue to bless your church."
- William E. Ogren
UNDER DEVELOPMENT - STAY TUNED