Thank you for visiting Sterling Baptist Church!
STERLING BAPTIST WORSHIPS EVERY SUNDAY...
We will be LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING YOU THIS WEEKEND!
We are DELIGHTED you stopped by for a visit. We, like you, are part of this community and want you to know you are welcome here any time the doors are open.
Our church is blessed every day through the mighty touch of our Heavenly Father. And, as He is blessing, we are growing, ministries are developing, and resources to help those around us are being added.
PreSchool & Children's classrooms
Praise & Worship Services
Mid-Week Family Meal
Mid-Week Bible Study
Shoe Collection Point of Light
Sunday evening Snacks & In-Depth Bible Study
If you are considering a new place of worship, have relocated to our area, or want to find out who this good God is....come visit. Be our guest. We'll have coffee and juice available Sunday at 8:30am in the welcome center where we can meet and greet. We'll find a friend for you that will introduce you to our members and show you around.
Browse the website. We are always adding information daily just to give you a peek behind the screen and let you see what kind of place this is. It's a Sterling place. And it really is a place where you can belong.
Pastor Dave & Staff
July 25, 2014
“Through love serve one another.”
SIMPLY SERVING (1)
Bill Wilson builds Sunday schools in some of New York City's worst areas. He has been stabbed and shot, and had team members killed. A Puerto Rican lady who could barely speak English said to him one day, “I want to do something for God, Please.” Bill said, “Okay, ride a different Sunday school bus every week and just love the kids.” So she rode different buses—Bill had dozens of them—and loved the children. After several months she became attached to one little boy. “I don't want to change buses anymore. I want to stay on this one,” she told Bill. The boy came to Sunday school every week with his sister and sat on the lady's lap, but never made a sound. She would repeatedly tell him, “I love you, and Jesus loves you.” One day to her amazement, he turned around and stammered, “I...love you too.” Then he gave her a big hug. That was at two-thirty on a Sunday afternoon. At six-thirty that night the boy was found dead in a dumpster under a fire escape. His mother had beaten him to death and thrown his body in the trash. “I love you, and Jesus loves you.” Those were the last words that little boy heard in his short life—from the lips of a Puerto Rican woman who could barely speak English. Bill says, “Who among us is qualified to minister? Who among us even knows what to do? Not you; not me. But I ran to an alter once and got some fire and just went. So did this woman who couldn't speak English. And so can you.”