08/26/2026
There are babies everywhere right now.
That’s not an exaggeration.
It’s honestly getting hard to keep track of how many have been born in our church over the last couple of years.
You hear it in worship.
You see it when the nurseries fill up.
You notice the diaper bags, the car seats, the snack cups, the toys scattered around the foyer, and the babies being passed from one set of arms to another.
And then there are moments like this.
Almost 45 minutes after worship had ended, nap windows were closing fast. Everyone had somewhere they probably needed to be.
But this was still the scene.
Three babies in three sets of arms. Parents talking. People lingering. Life happening all around them.
There is something deeply hopeful about that.
Because church growth can be measured in a lot of ways.
Sometimes it looks like more people in a room.
Sometimes it looks like men singing.
Sometimes it sounds like a little one being noisy during the sermon.
Sometimes it looks like another car seat by the wall, another child growing up surrounded by people who will know them, love them, teach them, and pray for them.
This is more than a busy nursery.
It is a glimpse of what is coming.
The future of the church isn’t somewhere far away.
Sometimes they’re asleep on your shoulder.
