WOMEN’S BUILD VOLUNTEERS NEEDED. Habitat for Humanity needs volunteers for a Women’s Build that will provide a new home for First United members Emily Nehus, Scott Grieb, and their son Tyler! Site hosts are needed for May 7, 8, 11, 12, 13, and 15. Site hosts assist with morning sign-in, coordinate builder incentives, set up/clean
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We understand that following Jesus can be hard work, and it is easier and more rewarding if it can be done in a group with laughter and open sharing.
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An Inclusive Community of Christian Faith
Whether you’re seeking a church home or simply exploring your own spiritual life, we believe you’ll find opportunities and inspiration here to help you grow. Members of First United Church come from diverse religious backgrounds and bring a rich variety of perspectives to our Christian faith community. We have long celebrated the freedom to grow in faith in an environment of open minds and open hearts.
YOUTH GROUP SUNDAY AT NOON! We will be taking a week’s break from our Healthy Sexuality course to eat pizza and discuss prayer. Everyone in grades 6-12 is invited to join us in the basement room beneath the narthex. Next week we will resume our sexuality topics and hope to be have them completed by the
Easter 2015 Scripture Reading: Mark 16:1-8 Welcome, again, to Easter Sunday 2015. We gather as people have in this very space for going-on nearly 60 years. It has the same floor tiles, the same pews, same cross, and same pulpit. The color scheme in here as changed, along with most of the original folks. We
GOOD FRIDAY. Good Friday is the day that is set aside to recognize Jesus’ death at the hands of the Roman Empire. In the liturgical traditions, it is the one day of the year when the Communion elements cannot be consecrated, marking the day as particularly doleful. This year, the communal service is set to
Sunday, March 8, 2015 First United Church Bloomington (IN) John 2:13-22 When I was a young fourteen- or fifteen-year-old 9th grader just beginning high school, I tried out for track. I had spent years running, trying to hide from my father’s blistering backhand swats aimed at me for any number of perceived faults I had,