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Finding Second Again by Kristin Wooldridge

While I was at Jewell in the 90's, Second was a formal place for me. I celebrated Opening Convocation at the start of my first year, and I closed my four years with Baccalaureate. Pomp and circumstance. The works. The alpha and the omega of my Jewell experience. (Amon's too) After graduation, Amon and I lived down in the Prairie Village area. We created a new life together focused on our careers and the church we found down there. Then came Ian in 2002 and a multitude of changes. Amon was traveling weekly, and I wanted to be closer to my folks as a stay at home mom who had left her career to create some kind of balance for the new crazy life we were living. Moving to Liberty was something we thought we would never do when we graduated Jewell in 1998. But it was "home" again, and I was invited to MOPS@2BC in 2003. I attended meetings, met new friends and was amazed to be in a different kind of environment at Second. What I knew of the pomp and circumstance was nothing I found in MOPS@2BC. I was shown warmth, inclusion, and friendship. Immediately, new friends felt like ones I had known for years. By 2005, a new Coordinator was needed, and I felt the warmth I had found could include more women and children. 

By 2009, this, of course, meant a growing need for child caregivers to love on the children coming to MOPS@2BC. It was a hot August Sunday morning when Kaylee, 4 and I attended Second for the first time and sat with Carroll Makemson in the balcony to hear Pastor Jason share the need for volunteers. I figured if he was going to make a plea, the least I could do was show up and support him. During the service, I felt a little tap on my elbow from a little Kaylee-girl. I leaned down to hear her, and she said, "Mama, I didn't know they did Big Church here too. I thought they only had MOPS Church. I love it here." I looked at her sweet face and felt we were home. From the sermons, to the friends who embraced us, and the activities for all of our family, we have continued to make our home be at Second since that hot Sunday morning in August. Our lives sure have changed over the past 8+ years, but having a faith home where we are rooted keeps us steady. Thank you to everyone who has made Second home for our family. 

Mops Group Today

Mops@2BC meets at 9:30 on the second Friday of the month. Interested in joining? Email us today.


MOPS@2BC is bringing back MOPS At Night!  If you or a friend is interested in joining a MOPS group that meets in the evenings, please email us at MOPS is open to all moms with kids ages 0 through kindergarten. We will be getting a small group together to talk about details and would love your input!


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Lessons for Christians from a Mediocre Runner by Andrew Nash

Last year, I had a crazy idea: I wanted to run. Specifically, I wanted to run 31 miles in races in the year I was mostly 31. I was never a runner. I “won” fourth place in the mile run in fifth grade, but I almost certainly lost count of how many laps I ran, which is why the word “won” is in quotes. But I wanted to run. I’d made a few short-lived attempts over the years to get into running, but I’d never stuck with it. In 2015, after some major life events, I finally had both the desire and the time to take up running again.

Over the course of the year, I ran more than 400 kilometers in practice, and I met my goal of 31 miles in races. I improved my health, my time, my pace, my weight, and my self-confidence. I also learned many lessons from running that I should have learned from reading the Bible.

Think Big

Running a 5K was a “bucket list” item for me as a non-athlete, but I ran my first successful one in the summer of 2016. I ran another race that fall. Yet I wanted to be ambitious in 2017. A 5K is 3.1 miles, I was 31 years old, and suddenly I got the idea to run 31 miles in a year. It seemed like a big challenge.

God often told people to do big things. He told Abraham and Sarah they were going to have a son. In many translations of the Bible, they’re described as not just old, but “very old.”God told Moses and the Israelites to run into the desert with Pharaoh in hot pursuit. God told Joshua to conquer the Promised Land. Jesus told his disciples to feed thousands of people with one kid’s lunch.

Crazy things are made possible through Him. When God plants a vision in your head, it provides focus, clarity and an endpoint to your efforts.


Have A Plan With Short-Term Goals

When I committed to running, I needed a plan. The plan I had eased me into the practice of running and not asking too much too quickly. It also held me accountable and challenged me to make progress — even small progress.

Late in the training, I was nervous about running two miles nonstop. I’d never run two miles until 2013 — the only time I’d reach that goal for three years. Finally reaching that short-term goal helped me feel like I could reach the next goal.

God told Nehemiah to rebuild the wall around Jerusalem, but Nehemiah spent time making a plan first. Moses got help from his father-in-law to make a plan to avoid being overwhelmed by his duties.

To Do Something Big, You’ll Have to Change

Running is hard. Running in the cold is hard. Running in the heat is harder. Waking up before sunrise to run in the dark is hard. But those were changes I had to make in order to meet my goal.

Moses and the Israelites had to change their mindset to one reliant on God to provide in the desert. The Disciples and Paul had to give up the lives they had known to follow Jesus. In order to preach to Nineveh, Jonah had to change his heart first.

Keep Your Eyes Up

When I stared at the horizon, I ran best. When I stared at my feet, I ran poorly. It’s a focus issue: Keep your eyes on what’s important and not your present difficulties.

Peter learned the same lesson. When he took his eyes off Jesus, he began to sink. When we take our eyes off Jesus and think only of our daily difficulties, we’ll sink, too.

There Will Be Obstacles

Half of my runs were part of the “Sweet 16,” four 4-mile races during the year. It was snowing on the first one. I was sick as a dog and didn’t attend the second. It poured rain on the third one. The fourth was hot and crowded.

The Israelites wandered for 40 years longer than they planned. Paul was shipwrecked three times. There was no room in the inn for Mary and Joseph. All these things worked out biblically, even when it didn’t go as planned.


God rested on the seventh day. I took a nap after I ran races. That’s the same, right?

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"Belonging" in a Sunday School Class by Neita Geilker

After my mother died at age 38 when I was 10, my eight-year-old sister and I continued going by streetcar and bus to the downtown Kansas City church Mother attended while she was in beauty school and continued attending until she was too ill. But when I entered eighth grade, my Uncle George, who had claimed primary responsibility for us, determined that we should attend a church closer to where we were living with our aunt and uncle as guardians.

Calvary Baptist Church was a wonderful environment for two lost children. It was a large church and would have been daunting except for Sunday School—and Training Union. We were welcomed into small Sunday School classes where the teachers knew us and knew about us. Of course, we learned about the Bible, but so much more. The Intermediate department went roller skating together, and the girls enjoyed slumber parties, staying up all night at the church. On occasion, our teachers or leaders even picked us up and drove us to fun events.

Sometime along the way, I was editor of the Echo Oche, a monthly newsletter for the Intermediates, which included jokes and riddles, interviews with classmates, and a little message from one of us. I did not appreciate the importance of a “community” of peers and how valuable it was to have adults who cared for us. I just knew I loved it.

Training Union on Sunday evening continued that warm embrace while also helping us learn to be comfortable in front of groups. Of course, sometimes we simply read the material, but in a supportive atmosphere. We belonged—and we believed.  I remained in contact with several of those leaders and friends for many years, and some still today.

Decades later, I am again actively involved in a Bible study class. Each Sunday following the very interactive lesson, we briefly share aspects of our lives, often insignificant items, but we are thus prepared to share exciting or painful things and to be a support for each other. We appreciate the value of small groups, especially in a large church. The secret is a community, feeling at home with a group you trust. We experience a strong sense of belonging, that same sense that Sunday School and Training Union gave me all those years ago.

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