It’s time to start thinking about packing shoeboxes! Get ready to deliver good news and great joy to millions of children around the world through shoeboxes that you lovingly, and prayerfully pack with gifts that will bring delight to a child....Keep Reading
Our greater concern than last night's snow is tonight's overnight temperature. The forecasted low for tonight is in the high teens and will likely re-freeze whatever melts today making for possibly dangerous roadways, driveways, and parking lots.
Considering these conditions, Wake Chapel encourages its church family to worship via our livestream tomorrow. All Sunday school classes will meet via Zoom only. If you wish to attend Sunday morning worship in-person please use your own better judgement.
We will wait to decide about Awana and Youth Group meetings until tomorrow afternoon, as warmer temps may allow us more options.
View the National Weather Service briefing for the greater Raleigh area here.
Dr. Dustin W. Benge has this to say of the passage above, “[Mary] doesn’t sprinkle a few drops of perfume on His feet but does the unthinkable. She breaks open the bottle and pours its contents on His head and feet…” Mary’s worship of her Lord was not nominal or measured. It was not just some of the ointment, it was all—she gave all that she had. Her life had been forever changed by Jesus, and she saw Him as worthy of all she could give....Keep Reading
Fear. Such a small word. Such an enormous emotion. Like a constant hum in the backdrop of our day. Filling up the empty spaces of our minds at night. Fear that we are not enough—for our spouses, our children, our friends. Fear of failing at the task at hand, and fear of making shipwreck of all that has been given to us. Fear of death—the death of a loved one, the death of a dream. What do we do with these fears? Joshua, too, must have faced mammoth-sized fears. Moses was gone. He now found himself responsible for the well-being of a nation—a nation of fast complainers and slow learners. And on the edge of the Promised Land, it was up to him to get them all inside. Or was it?...Keep Reading
In her book, Living Sacrifice: Willing to be Whittled as an Arrow, medical missionary, Dr. Helen Roseveare tells a simple and profound story of sacrifice. A particular species of weaver birds had invaded her small African village of Nebobongo, destroying precious palm leaves essential to produce much needed oil—oil that was used in the daily diet and industry of the village. In answer to this problem, a bargain was struck with the children of the school and orphanage. A penny would be paid for every bird that was killed. Oh how the enlisted began their mission with great fervor! From every place in the village, low lying branches were wrenched off and fashioned into arrows. The brightly flowered acacia trees bore the brunt of the cost. Though beautiful to look at, they had no practical function; they were sacrificed for the sake of protecting the beneficial palm oil. ...Keep Reading
Registration for 2022 VBS is now closed. We're sorry if you missed it. Please check back next year in late May to early June....Keep Reading
At Zoomerang VBS, kids will marvel at the unforgettable wildlife, culture, and beauty of Australia, while exploring the wonder and value of life. We’ll discover how precious every one of us is to God. From the tiniest to the oldest, each person is made in the image of God, wonderfully designed to know Him and live for Him. Registration is required so we can order and prepare supplies for each student....Keep Reading
Listening to her speak, it became obvious that she didn’t see it. She spoke of religion and church attendance and faith as if they were an amiable accessory to someone’s already put together life. In the same way that someone might add community service projects to a resume, she could add on church attendance or some vague sense of right and wrong to the building of her family. There was no desperation, no searching for answers—she didn’t want help. She didn’t need it. But I knew different. I knew she did....Keep Reading
There is something about a garden that is miraculous to me. I wish I had a knack for growing things, but admittedly a green thumb of seems to have skipped this generation of my family tree. Yet the older I become, the more appreciation I have for the beauty of cultivated land. As an artist paints his canvas or a musician tunes his instrument, so a gardener intentionally, patiently, nurtures the ground. He fights daily against chaos that would overtake the order of his trained growth, making straight its path to the light that feeds it. He does so with the hope that the seed he sows in the darkness of the soil will live and grow in beauty and usefulness....Keep Reading
Due to a forecast of inclement weather, Wake Chapel encourages its church family to worship via livestream this Sunday, January 16. ...Keep Reading
It was competition day. I had practiced and prepared, I was proudly wearing my uniform, and my parents along with those of my teammates were cheering for us in the stands. This was it—the moment had arrived. Competition tug-of-war seems somewhat comical now, but to ten-year-old me it was a very big deal. I lowered myself into position. Our coaches had taught us to stay low, pull slow and steady, and hold our ground. But as my partner and I watched the opposing teams take their places at the rope, our courage began to falter. We were out of our league, to say the least!...Keep Reading