Old First Reformed United Church of Christ

Margaret’s story

Church was a given in my family.  I grew up in a small, rural church where most of the members were aunts, uncles, and cousins.  That congregation nourished me lovingly and sent me out into the world.

I began to think of confirmation as a vaccination—I was immune to further exposure. I stopped going to church, then stopped even thinking about church.  Time (a lot of time) passed, and I began to sense that life needed to be more than work, conferences, concerts, plays, and movies.

I started looking around at churches in my neighborhood and recognized the “Reformed” part of the name of Old First Reformed United Church of Christ as being my church! The one I left in Iowa! 

One Sunday, I came to visit.  This seemed momentous.  I still remember pausing as I grabbed the doorknob— “Well, here goes.” 

So, what did I find inside?  A congregation that nourishes me lovingly, and sends me out into the world— and now I come back every Sunday!