I have lived as part of and now on the edge of Reba Place Church and Fellowship for over thirty years. It is a community that has nurtured me, that I have pushed against, and been profoundly shaped by. I’m not sure who I would be if I didn’t live here. But I’m also not sure how much that has limited me or if those limits are necessarily a bad thing. We all need to be planted somewhere (unless we want to be a tumbleweed) and Reba Place has been my somewhere. This is only one part of that story.
In 1990, my wife and I were looking for a new church to attend. For several years, we had been involved with a small storefront congregation that was “progressive evangelical”. To be evangelical AND progressive, meant that we were fairly traditional in theology, but with a progressive social conscience (concerned about poverty, race, and social justice).
My wife was in gr…
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