08/30/2026
The Anchor is two large, hard-living coffee percolators that get emptied way too fast by the time they get done.
The Anchor is a line of bikes, book bags, and tired stares across the river.
The Anchor is an open-air floating barge bar and grill that doubles as a sanctuary on Sunday morning.
The Anchor is a wagon full of cooking oil and hamburger meat wheeling past as someone pours their heart out.
The Anchor is a caravan of vans, trucks, boats, and the occasional camper parked all over everywhere with all kinds of stuff tied to the top and sides.
The Anchor is constant commotion that ranges from a dull roar to a deafening distraction testing the firmest conviction that “contemplative does not mean quiet.”
The Anchor is an open mic that amplifies the voices of people who for at least this one hour, will be taken as seriously as they deserve to be.
The Anchor is the story, the song, the testimony, the confession, the plea that pours out when people are simply invited to share.
This church is a gift.
Its people are a treasure.
I said today that Dolly’s song might be our new anthem,
“Like a poor wayfarin’ stranger that they speak about in song
I’m just a weary pilgrim trying to find what feels like home
Oh, sweet Jesus if you’re out there keep me ever close to you
As I’m travelin’ travelin’ travelin’, as I’m travelin’ through…”
-Pastor Jamie
