Hyndsdale Christian Church

04/13/2026

Lord, growing older is not always a simple road. I notice the weariness in my body, the quieter pace in my steps, and the moments when my mind no longer reaches as quickly for what once came so easily. All around me are gentle reminders that my days in this world are moving forward, and that time does not stand still for anyone.

Still, I do not live in fear.
Because my life does not end here.

You have prepared something far beyond what I can see with natural eyes. A day is coming when every frailty will be made whole, when all weakness will give way to renewed strength, and when I will stand before You at last. That promise gives my heart a steady peace that nothing in this world could offer.

Help me keep that hope close within me. When I feel the heaviness that comes with age, remind me that I am not simply diminishing, but being readied for something eternal. Every step I take is not only leading me onward through time, but nearer to forever with You.

You have carried me faithfully through every year already gone, and I trust You to remain faithful in every moment still to come, even in the last breath I take here.
There is no reason to fear what has already been placed in Your hands.

So I choose to rest in Your promise. My future is not fragile or unknown, because it is safely held by You. And when that day finally arrives, I will not be walking into darkness, but into the fullness of Your presence.

03/27/2026

01/03/2026

Darren McClain:
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The pastor says they sit front and center.
The gay boys. Sometimes they hold hands. And some folks have said he should address the issue. But the pastor tells me he doesn’t know what to say.
There is the couple who are pregnant and not married. Walks in shame as her father a “Man of God”, physically slaps her legs while she is having morning sickness and the Boyfriend who is not wanting to marry her. But the pastor tells me he doesn’t know what to say.
And then there’s the man who sneaks in the back door. Fresh off the street. After the service starts. And leaves before altar call. The people sitting close complain about how bad he smells. Of beer and smoke and sweat. But the pastor tells me he doesn’t know what to say.
And then there’s the young mama who wears dirty clothes and lets her four children come in and eat all the donuts and drink all the watered-down juice. Some church staff say they “…eat like little pigs. Like they haven’t eaten in weeks.” While the Mama just stands there and lets them. And the elders say something must be done and said. But the pastor tells me he doesn’t know what to say.
And there’s the w***e sitting among the faithful. And everybody knows her. She sits with a painted-up face, cheap perfume, and a broken heart. And those who sit close, well, they all treat her for what they think she is. And at the last staff meeting, her name came up. Something must be done about her. But the pastor tells me he doesn’t know what to say.
The pastor is a good man. Holy and just. And he wants to do the “right and loving” thing. And he wants to “look like Jesus”. And he asks me if I have any thoughts on anything he could say.
Yes, sweet Pastor. I do. Start with this and say it Louder than any other words:
“Welcome to Church. This is a place of love and hope and safety and forgiveness. There will be food for the hungry. Living water for the thirsty. We are so glad you are here. You are invited. You are loved. Come on in—we’ve been waiting on you. Welcome here. We are the church.”
Say that. To the called and to the called-out. To the leaders and the greeters. To the dirty and the clean. We are all the same. We are.
May we blow the dust of religion out of our souls and choose affection instead. May our words and actions and reactions be a sanctuary for all.
Jesus broke many legalistic traditions, to love. So, Jesus, be our voice. Be the only words we should ever speak.I believe this with all my heart.
ALLOW EVERYONE TO COME TO JESUS SO THEY CAN ACCEPT HIS GIFT OF SALVATION, REPENT AND LIVE THE LIFE GOD WANTS FOR THEM ✝️
Years ago we were kinder. Everybody looked out for one another. We need to go back to that. It takes us all. We gotta do better at looking out for each other instead of breaking each other down.

12/26/2025

Jesus died at 33. The human spine has 33 vertebrae. The same structure that holds us up is the same number of years He held this Earth.
We have 12 ribs on each side. 12 disciples. 12 tribes of Israel. God built His design into our bones. He wrote Heaven into our anatomy.
The vagus nerve runs from your brain to your heart and gut. It calms storms inside the body. It looks just like a cross. That’s the power source running through us. Every time your body heals, every time your heart slows in prayer, every time peace shows up when it shouldn’t…that’s Him.
Jesus rose on the third day. Science tells us that when you fast for 3 days, your body starts regenerating. Old cells die. New ones are born. Healing begins. Your body literally resurrects itself. That’s not coincidence. That’s design.
And it keeps going.
Your heart has an electrical rhythm. Your brain lights up when you pray. Tears contain different chemicals depending on if you're crying from joy or grief. The blood speaks. The bones store memory. The body worships whether you realize it or not.
We are fearfully and wonderfully made. We are walking prophecy. Walking tabernacles. Dust and divinity in one.
God didn’t just create you. He carved Himself into you.
You don’t need to look far to find Him. You just need to look inward. He’s been in the design since the beginning.