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For so many milestones in my life...marriage, the baptism of our son, his marriage, and the funerals of my parents and loved ones...St. John has been my rock.

  I became a member of St. John in the late 50s, when I was eight years old. My family had a home built in Linthicum, and we transferred our membership from St. John Lutheran in Brooklyn. I taught Sunday school as a young adult. Over the years I’ve volunteered in almost every aspect of church life.

About 15 years ago as I sat in my car across the street from church, waiting for help to arrive so we could start our annual mulch fundraiser, it came to me that St. John was my rock. And it was a rock, not just for our congregation, but for my community. When I am troubled and need my soul to be calmed or refreshed, my church is there.

For so many milestones in my life...marriage, the baptism of our son, his marriage, and the funerals of my parents and loved ones...St. John has been my rock. If there is a need within our community around us, my “rock” family rises to the occasion and serves that need.

We have wide open doors and everyone is always welcome.

St. John is my rock.