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Caring for People
in our congregation
receive the love and care they need
their difficult times.
Pastor Lutz 992.9112
Betty Gabel 337.3972
Sandee Brown 627.7233
Carolyn Liljequist 992.4866
Tina Rigley 992.9112
in which trained and supervised lay persons,
called Stephen Ministers,
provide one-to-one Christian care to individuals
facing life challenges or difficulties.
Stephen Ministers are caring Christian friends
who listen, understand, accept, and pray for
and with care receivers who are working
through a crisis or a tough time.
The name “Stephen” comes from St. Stephen,
who was the first lay person commissioned
by the apostles to provide caring ministry to those
in need as recorded in Acts 6.
Pastors will always be the primary caregivers,
but there is no way pastors can meet all the needs for care.
God has called all of us, not just pastors,
to minister to one another.
by turning pastors into equippers,
so they can enable lay people to
provide caring ministry as well.
when Kenneth Haugk,
a pastor and clinical psychologist,
began it to multiply the caregiving
in his congregation in
There are more than 7,000
from more than 90 denominations.
ONE ANOTHER AS I HAVE LOVED YOU . . . In John 15:12, Jesus says, “This
is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you.” Loving and
caring for one another is not just the pastor’s job – it’s something Jesus
calls us all to do!
Our Stephen Ministers can help. Stephen Ministers aren’t just there for
“big” crisis. They’re also available for little ones, because many times
the little things can really add up. So don’t wait until you have a big
Don’t be. God doesn’t want us to be all alone. He wants us to turn to others
when things are bothering us. Stephen Ministers will walk with you through your
troubles and be there for you when you need them.
WHAT IS A STEPHEN
Who cares, Who supports, Who listens, Who shares - To become a Stephen Minister or to
learn more about
discovered me, a shriveled-up stalk in a flowerpot,
square in the middle of a brick room of my own making. It had taken many years
to create that room, one brick at a time, cemented with experience, and I was
proud of it.
entered my room, and with unconditional acceptance started chipping away, ever
so delicately, here, then there, at the bricks and mortar. I was afraid the
debris might injure me, so I hid.
you found me, and hugged me. Much to my surprise, I hugged back. A piece of
mortar fell, allowing a tiny ray of sunlight in. I blinked, for the light was
very bright and I had been in darkness for so long.
brick fell, then another, and yet another, letting in more and more light. I was
fearful of becoming burned, and retreated quickly to the darkest corner I could
find in my room.
followed, putting your arm around me, sitting beside me, and said that you loved
me. Those words flowed as a cool stream of fresh mountain water; my stalk became
green, and a small leaf emerged.
the now-considerable hole in my room came words I had thought never to hear
again, for they were not deserved. "God loves you." "What, me? No
way," I thought. "Yes, you," your words and very actions repeated
encouraged me to look around at the scenery outside. I was hesitant, but you
said, "Try it." A wall fell down; another wall started to crumble. I
was terrified, trembling at the destruction, and you prayed, holding me tight.
room collapsed completely. You pulled me out so I wouldn't be crushed;
affirming, praying, hugging, laughing and loving the entire way. But I wasn't
very grateful, and complained because I had been uprooted from everything I
started to tip over in my dejection, and you righted me. You said, "Take a
look around, for you are in the Lord's garden and sitting in His Sonshine."
I still felt uncomfortable without my room, and asked, "Why does a stick
need all this anyway?"
a look at yourself," was your reply. To my astonishment, I discovered the
twisted and withered brown stick was gone. I had become a small but gorgeous
rosebush, covered with green leaves and a rosebud just beginning to form.
was elated at this change, for I had never perceived such a possibility. I said,
"I need to let everyone see these buds and all this growth, for this is not
of my doing!" And you smiled, nodded your head, and said, "Yes."
Time to Weep, A Time to Rejoice, A Time to Care, Volume I
God so loved the World that He gave His one and only Son
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