From the Desk of Pastor Stephen L Girsh, Sr

Tonight, as I sit with everything — the church, the property, the waiting, the weight of it all — something settles in me that I want to put into words. Not polished words. Not official words. Just the kind that come from a quiet place inside, where truth finally gets a little room to breathe.

There are seasons when faith looks like movement, and seasons when faith looks like holding steady. Abbott Methodist is in that second kind of season — the kind where the doors stay open, the lights stay on, the Word keeps being spoken, and the people who love this place keep showing up even when the paperwork hasn’t caught up yet.

And maybe that’s the part that eases my mind tonight: we are not waiting because something is broken. We are waiting because something is being preserved.

The church is open. The mission is alive. The legacy is intact. The support is still coming. The attorney is still standing with us. The building is still cared for. The purpose is still clear.

Nothing about this moment is drifting. Nothing is slipping away. Nothing is in danger.

We are simply in the space between what was promised and what will be finished.

And in that space, God has not been absent. He has been steady. Quiet, maybe — but steady.

So tonight, I remind myself:

The church is still here. The work is still holy. The calling is still real. And the God who carried Willie and Bobbie is the same God carrying us now.

We will keep the doors open. We will keep the Word going out. We will keep the mission alive. And when the time is right, the last piece will fall into place — not by force, not by fear, but by the same faithfulness that has held this little church together for decades.

My heart rests in that tonight. And that is enough.