Berean Baptist Church

Berean Baptist Church
Berean Baptist Church is listed in the Churches Baptist category in Macon, Georgia. Displayed below is the only current social network for Berean Baptist Church which at this time includes a Facebook page. The activity and popularity of Berean Baptist Church on this social network gives it a ZapScore of 66.

Contact information for Berean Baptist Church is:
5151 Columbus Rd
Macon, GA 31206
(478) 477-2190

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Berean Baptist Church has an overall ZapScore of 66. This means that Berean Baptist Church has a higher ZapScore than 66% of all businesses on Zappenin. For reference, the median ZapScore for a business in Macon, Georgia is 38 and in the Churches Baptist category is 40. Learn more about ZapScore

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Berean Baptist Church Macon GA added 3 new photos — with Julie Moeller Dickson and Laura Bartow.
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The Pastor's Heart 5/26/2017 He’d been teaching school for two years when the war began. He was only twenty-one, a little above average height, with fair skin, blue eyes, and light hair. The young Continental Army was facing the enemy across the East River, not knowing what their plans might be. Fearing surprise more than anything, General Washington wanted someone to slip across the lines and gather information. Spying is a dirty job, and nobody wanted it. But he readily volunteered. There is something about taking on a job that must be done that is the custom of American heroes. Dressed as a Dutch schoolmaster, he ventured through enemy lines. He found out what he went after and was on his way back when the British discovered the information on him. He admitted that he was a spy, and they hanged him the next morning. Before he died, he wrote a few letters home, but the British destroyed them so that “the rebels should not know they have a man who can die so firmly.” In his last moment, though, they let him speak freely. He was just a young American who had no time to do anything memorable but die. So he stood there with the noose around his neck and told them his rank, Captain, and his name, Nathan Hale. Then he added, “I regret that I have but one life to lose for my country.” He gave his life. On this Memorial Day weekend, it is fitting that we proudly fly our flag and honor all those who have paid the ultimate price for the freedom we enjoy and often, sad to say, take for granted. As we remember them, let us not forget another One who came voluntarily and crossed the enemy lines with the express purpose of giving His life for an ungodly race of sinners. The cleansing stream of our Savior’s blood has and always will set men free from the enslaving chains of their sin. May we today and always lift high the banner of His gospel before a needy world! Take a moment this weekend to thank our Lord, the true source of all our freedoms, for His blessing on our nation and for His promise of the heavenly country that awaits us.

The Pastor's Heart 5/19/2017 It finally bit the dust. I hated to see it happen, but I did learn something from it, and for that I’m glad. Sorry, Mom. I say that because it was her car that finally broke down and needed an engine repair a good bit beyond what was sensible for a 17 year old car with a ton of miles on it. So this week she had me put it up for sale. I must say that I didn’t have much faith that it would sell, and I was already Google searching salvage businesses that could come pick it up if (or “when” in my mind) it didn’t find a buyer. But I’m a good son; I dutifully went and picked up a “For Sale” sign, taped it in the window, and parked the car out by Columbus Road. By five o’clock that afternoon it was gone. Sold. Cash in hand, way more than a salvage business would have given. And yes, I fully disclosed the car’s problems (all of them) to the buyer. As I drove home that night, I thought to myself, “I wouldn’t have bought that car. I don’t really want to buy something that’s broken.” “Broken.” That’s the exact word that came to mind. But then another word came to my mind. “God.” Who wants to buy something that’s broken? God, that’s who. And that’s just what He did. We were sinners. Broken beyond human repair. But God paid the price “even when we were dead in sins.” Through that precious blood of Christ He redeemed us, and now we belong to Him. And we are whole! Made alive! Forgiven! Accepted and adopted! So, Mom, I’m sorry about your car; but it sure reminded me of a wonderful truth. As we sang last Sunday, “I come broken to be mended; I come wounded to be healed. I come desperate to be rescued; I come empty to be filled. I come guilty to be pardoned by the blood of Christ the Lamb, and I’m welcomed with open arms, praise God, just as I am.”