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From the Garden to the Pantry (The Struggle Continues)

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When our kids were little, they usually accompanied us to youth group on Sunday evenings. It was common for students or adults who were present to scoop them up and walk off with them, so it wasn’t too concerning if we lost track of one of them for a while. One Sunday evening, however, the duration between sightings of my 18 month old son exceeded the length with which I was comfortable. I...

A Spoonful of Sugar: Making the Bitter Medicine of Life Better

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Last week, the Seymour High School Varsity Chorale performed their yearly musical, Mary Poppins. It was amazing to be in a theater with other people enjoying a live performance. Honestly, I probably would have enjoyed a novice oboe player squeaking their way through scales just for the small joy of a live concert experience. The musical fare, however, was anything but basic. It was exceptional...

Strength for the Struggle: Waiting on a Breakthrough

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A new worship song was released a few weeks ago that has been running on repeat on my Spotify account. The title of the song is Wait On You. It is a collaboration between Maverick City Music and Elevation Worship. The song is a masterful mix of musical styles, bringing together the best of African American church choirs, modern contemporary worship bands, and the basic truth of Scripture. The...

The Picture of a Sermon

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I don’t remember how old I was when I was no longer eligible for our Sunday morning Children’s Church program, but I do remember that once I was regularly in the sanctuary, I was looking for something to occupy myself during the service. I tried to pay attention, but when you’re young, your attention span is much like your wallet; full of pretend currency and a little loose change. The struggle...

Smiles Are Free: Spread a Little Joy

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I don’t often pay much attention to menus at fast food restaurants. I am a creature of habit and am quite content ordering the same thing every time I frequent a familiar establishment. If I do look at the menu, it is often just a quick glance to confirm that my preferred culinary delicacies are still available before I order. Most of us are all too aware that the term “fast food” is somewhat of...

Walk With Her A While

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There is a newly minted adult in the Myers house as of this week. According to the U.S. government, my little girl is now a grown adult. I realize that age is just a number and that nothing functionally changes in our lives due to the passing of this chronological signpost. It does, however, have meaning. It is important. And, if I’m being honest, this just hits a little different. Beyond gaining...

Making Room for Reconciliation

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Two things seem to dominate social interaction and discourse in our world today. People seem to be perpetually offended or angry, and, in many cases, both. It doesn’t take much in our current cultural climate to light a fire in someone, and it’s amazing how quickly that spark is fanned into a raging inferno that spreads to others. So pervasive is the risk of offering offense that even as I type...

The Difficulties in Forgiveness: An Easter Addendum

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There are few acts of grace that are more difficult to give, to request, or to receive than forgiveness. When we are the ones who are wronged, it is difficult to see beyond the hurt and the bitterness that so quickly seep into our hearts and minds. Most of us want to move past the issue, but it is so hard to restore trust once it’s been betrayed. When we are the ones who have wronged others, it...

From Passion to Compassion

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I once saw a shirt at a cross country meet that read, “My sport is your sport’s punishment.” I literally laughed out loud as I read it. It’s one of those instances when something is funny because it’s true. In most athletic pursuits, running is a means to an end, not the end itself. Running is used to condition a body, to prepare it for the rigors of athletic competition. It strengthens the...

High Fives and Handshakes

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Over the last several weeks, several memories have popped up on my social media feeds, reminding me of the emergence of the coronavirus and the cascade of developments that quickly followed. I can still remember where I was sitting, what I was wearing, and how I was feeling as I typed the first message to the people of First Baptist Church. I’m somewhat of a germaphobe, so certain aspects of our...

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Jeremy Myers

Jeremy Myers is the Lead Pastor of First Baptist Church of Seymour, Indiana, where he has served since 2017. He has over 25 years of experience in local church ministry and not-for-profit leadership. He has a passion for helping emerging and existing generations learn to make space for each other and caring for the under-served and marginalized. In 2016, he earned his Doctor of Ministry degree from Palmer Theological Seminary, with his thesis focusing on developing connections between senior adults and youth in the church. He is a passionate and gifted communicator and is regularly invited to speak at retreats, camps, conferences, and other events. He lives in Seymour, Indiana with his wife Robyn, their two children, Mikayla and JJ, and their Golden Doodle, Evie.

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