Faith Stories


I was 36 years old, recently divorced with three daughters ages 3, 6, and 11, unemployed, and homeless. My parents now lived in Colorado; I lived in Hawaii. Choices had to be made on where to move. I chose to find support where I felt it most while growing up; I chose to come home to First Baptist Church.

After 18 years of being away, there weren’t too many members left that I knew. My children and I arrived and were instantly welcomed with love and open arms. I joined the Koinonia adult class while my daughters participated in church school, choirs, and youth programs.

Koinonia means, “communion, joint participation; to share which one has in anything, participation, a gift jointly contributed, a collection, a contribution, etc.” I cannot begin to say how much this relationship has meant to me and my daughters.

Anytime I needed help – even before I asked – they were there for me. My daughters know that if they ever need a “dad,” all they have to do is call one of the men of Koinonia and they will offer help, advice, and unconditional friendship.

God is alive and working in FBC to bring His kingdom to Bloomington/Normal. My home, my family, my koinonia is FBC.