Sunday Worship
Ten o'clock sharp. Coffee at nine-thirty. Bring a friend or come alone; both are welcome. We'll save you a pew.
We're a small church — fifty-some members, one faithful pastor, a hundred and fifty-two Sundays of worship and coffee and casseroles. Come on over.
Ten o'clock sharp. Coffee at nine-thirty. Bring a friend or come alone; both are welcome. We'll save you a pew.
Seven in the evening, in the fellowship hall. We're in the Gospel of Mark this fall. Pastor brings the donuts.
Last Sunday of every month, right after service. Bring a dish if you can; come hungry either way. Ethel's pie is legendary.
Paul grew up three counties over. Graduated seminary the same year the new roof went on. He and his wife live in the parsonage next door.
"I'm not fancy and I don't preach fancy. I preach what the Scripture says, and I visit you in the hospital. That's the job, as far as I can tell."
Trinity Church on the Hill was built in 1873 by a dozen families who wanted a place to worship that wasn't two hours' wagon ride away. The same cornerstone is still there on the east wall.
We've been small for our whole history, and we plan to stay that way. We know everyone's name. We pass the peace like we mean it.
Whether you grew up in church or haven't set foot in one in thirty years — we'd love to meet you. No need to dress up. No one's going to single you out. Just come.