Disability

“Accidental” encounters are often the work of God’s sovereign hand. How can we pay attention and join in?

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How alpacas and a warm welcome helped shape a new church’s vision for ministry.

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Friends to Friends Community Church makes a point to have as few barriers to worship as possible. 

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Even gifts and abilities that don’t appear to have a direct connection to ministry can be a way to spread God’s love. 

Each Saturday, West End Collegiate Church invites people who need mental or emotional healing to gather for food, fellowship, and a discussion on faith.

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God brought Douglas Freeman to the right spot at the right time for ministry.

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Noticing the need for specialized childcare among families whose children have disabilities, a New Jersey church began offering free childcare to alleviate the strain. 

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In anticipation of the 25th anniversary of the Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA), the Reformed Church in America and the Christian Reformed Church in North America are making known their contin

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Rusty Lewis is the first ever honorary deacon at Johnstown Reformed Church. The position was created to affirm Rusty’s gifts, honor his abilities, and enrich the church. 

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This story first appeared in the winter 2015 issue of Breaking Barriers, the newsletter of CRC and RCA Disability Concerns: www.rca.org/breakingbarriers.

‘I’ll pray for you.” How many times I have said those words with good intentions, to comfort a friend or encourage an acquaintance going through a hard time. Maybe I said a quick prayer on my way out of church, or when I saw that person again.

Prayer took on an entirely new dimension when our son Andrew, a sophomore at Hope College, was in a car accident in August 2013. His friend, the driver, was killed, and Andrew sustained a severe traumatic brain injury (TBI). As my husband, two daughters, and I raced to the hospital where he lay comatose, we had no idea what was ahead of us. We prayed in desperation on the long flights to Michigan.

In those early days at the hospital we gathered with countless friends and relatives in the family lounge, as TBI patients cannot tolerate stimulation. Two at a time, we crept into his frigid, dark, quiet room to pray for him. On the hospital dry-erase board in his room, the category “Goals” stood empty. He was so critical that there were no goals. We took the marker and wrote underneath, “God’s Miraculous Healing.”

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