Chris Taylor's Story

I was in a dark world before accepting Christ into my life. As I stood in the back row at the worship center for the first time, tears streaming down my face, I wondered how my life would be forever changed. My answer would come in the form of the community that is PCC. I have felt God lead me into many relationships with my brothers and sisters of the church, and I am grateful that I have found a family. This sense of community and family is particularly important to me. I grew up never having known my father, my mother is schizophrenic and my older brother died when I was 19. My grandmother raised my brother and I, and she prayed for me every night to desire to know Christ. Since coming to PCC on that first tear filled 11am service, I have found a mentor, found healthy friendships, have pastors who are friends, and now have the ultimate father, God. In the past 5 months I have learned what a church is intended to be, taken that church to the homeless, strengthened my relationships with loved ones, been baptized, and have finally stepped into the light that is Christ. To all who read this let me say this, my story of loneliness is not unique in our community, many of the younger followers are longing for a connection, help water the seeds to produce the fruit that will nourish our family.