Stories of Grace

There are ten thousand graces that I have experienced at Grace Community Church. One is the grace of church membership. I had no idea when we started Grace twenty years ago that I would feel as much like a member as I would the pastor. To...

Once upon a time there was a middle-aged man (a Christian, even) who was fighting what seemed to be a never-ending battle with sin. He felt great remorse, that God could not forgive him for a multitude of "sins" over the past years. Feeling almost...

I have most known grace at Grace through our times of worship. I will never forget my first Sunday at Grace in the Lifeway building. I felt that God opened my mouth and poured refreshing water into my soul during worship. I knew so...

I am so thankful for Grace Community Church. The love and mercy of God seem to wash over me each time I come and hear God's Word, each time I am prayed over, and in the songs that seem to take me to the very...

We were disillusioned with church after some hurtful experiences. But at a friend's suggestion, we began attending the evening service at Grace Community Church about four years ago. Wow - Grace was different. There was no choir up front! Lots of congregational singing, with a...

Newly married with three boys under 3 years old, we came to GCC needing grace without even knowing it. Each Sunday, I cried tears of exhaustion and bewilderment at what our family life was. It was a process; God was chipping away at my false...

Grace came to us before we ever came to Grace. I met my husband in 2002 at a meeting in Hvar, Croatia. At that meeting, Scott Patty was the guest preacher for the week, and a team from GCC led our worship times. Four years...

For those at Grace, these words from the song "Never Cease to Praise" are probably very familiar: "May the words we share be Your grace and peace, may our tongues speak Your proclamations That the many parts of the body of Christ be affirmed in their right...

Six years ago, I was praying for a church with a true sense of community. One afternoon as I drove south on Granny White Pike thinking about my church decisions, I was stopped by the red light at Old Hickory Boulevard. As cars crossed the...

Mary and I had been dating for almost a year and getting more serious by the month. After several weeks of 'denominational volleying'...

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