In the spring of 2001, Tim and Linda Flowers decided to take their two kids, Melanie (15) and Daniel (11), to visit their families in their hometown of Demopolis, Alabama. They had no way of knowing...

It was the summer of 1999, and I had just finished my freshman year of college at Texas A&M. As part of a student exchange program, my job for the next three months landed me in North Carolina.

The first time I heard the gospel was in Mexico. I was visiting several apartment complexes looking for a new apartment for my family. While I was looking, I visited one complex where some people were...

By God's grace, my career of following Jesus has been pretty simple up until this year. Sure, I was still occasionally tempted to sin and probably should have been working through things from my life...

Grief by definition is intense sorrow. I would describe becoming a widow as a deep pain throughout your mind, body, and soul. It felt like an amputation of half of my body. It took time and resting in...

Sixteen years ago, I drove to an unfamiliar church and sat down among a dozen or so women. Looking back, I can say that was the start of a journey that has changed my life.

You may have noticed something on the cover of our worship guide this week looks a little different. Your eyes aren’t playing tricks on you. We’ve recently made some updates to our church logo.

I will never forget the moment I was humbled by a young middle-schooler. He had recognized to some degree that I was making a conscious effort as his youth pastor to entertain the students instead of...

The Great Commission. Weaving gospel threads. Making Disciples. Growing up at Brook Hills, you could say I’d heard about these things a time or two. But, for some reason, knowledge of these truths...

We all have a story, don't we? And everyone's story has a past, a present, and a future. I want to begin my story by telling you about my past, to give you some context for where I am today...

I met Anna on our first day of college at UAB. We quickly became close friends, bonding over many things, including our similar upbringings. We both grew up in middle class households with loving...

Have you ever thought to yourself, I have no idea how to help my husband? Have you cried to God, "Please, tell me what to do!"?

Two summers ago, I found myself standing in front of twenty high school students from The Church at Brook Hills. It was their high school camp called Apex, and the topic of conversation was how best...

Ten years ago, I experienced what I thought was the greatest joy in bringing a little life into the world. Five months later, I experienced what I thought was the greatest sorrow in burying the man...

If you asked me four years ago if I would be spending the summer after my senior year of college in the Middle East, my answer would have been a very strong, “no.” However, the Lord took me on a...

My favorite day of the week is definitely Friday – not because it is the start of the weekend, but because it’s the day I volunteer at Oliver Elementary. It’s a wonderful thing to know that, by...

"So, there I was, almost dragging John Miller to his classroom, and when we arrive, lo and behold, Jaime James was his teacher. We were both so relieved. I was like, ‘thank you, God!’ John Miller...

Overseer. Pastor. Elder. These interchangeable descriptions of the same office seen in the New Testament church carry with them a weighty responsibility. This one verse in Acts encompasses the charge...

I have been told I am intentionally bivocational. Over a number of years, the Lord worked through a series of events and much sanctification to lead me to this kind of ministry. I assume I am labeled...

It was a Thursday night when the call came from my sister informing me that my younger brother Paul had just been diagnosed with terminal lung and liver cancer. My family was serving as missionaries...

I had always wanted to be a nurse. To use my skills and passion to take the gospel to areas that needed physical and more importantly spiritual healing. I didn't know what that would look like but I...

“An entire people group disappeared and was buried under the rubble,” he said. ...

Haydee is an active member of our Hispanic Congregation. She and her small group have been praying for the relationship between her husband, Doug, and her stepdaughter, Christine, for quite some time....

The mixture of laughter, shouting, toy cars crashing, cash registers dinging, and stray cheerios crunching beneath my feet filled my ears. The room whirled in perpetual motion: an array of freeze...