Ministers at Brick Chapel 1822-2008 GOD BLESS AMERICA! Rev. Benjamin Jones...1822 preached the first Methodist sermon in the area.
Rev. Daniel Anderson...1825		Rev. Elihu Mason...1872
Rev. George Switzer...1880		Rev. Farley...1890
Rev. Joseph N. Greene...1895-1896	**	G. G. Ketchen...1896-1897
Rev. Fred W. Hixson...1897-1899		Rev. John H. Rayle...1899-1901
Rev. George Reedy...1902-1904		Rev. W. B. Rippeto...1904
Rev. John Benson...1905	**	Rev. H. D. Dirks...1906-1907
Rev. L. D. Dodd...1908		Rev. E. S. Williamson...1909
Rev. J. S. Godwin...1910	*	Rev. C. W. Jeffras...1911-1915
Rev. L. D. Dodd...1915		Rev. R. W. Dawson...1916-1917
Rev. R. O. Fraley...1918		Rev. A. M. McHaffie...1919-1920
Rev. L. R. Eckardt...1921	**	Rev. R. L. Stevenson...1921
Rev. Wilbur D. Grose...1922		Rev. R. E. Omerod...1923
Rev. Paul Veitzke...1924-1925	**	Rev. R. N. Hays...1926
Rev. Gordon Chapman...1927	*	Rev. Robert Meyers...1928
Rev. Charles Query...1929		Rev. J. E. Campbell...1930
Rev. Robert Baldridge...1930-1931		Rev. J. E. Campbell...1932-1933
Rev. J. E. Wallace...1934-1935		Rev. C. D. Schwartz...1936-1939
Rev. F. L. Houck...1940		Rev. Demetrius Tillotson...1941
Rev. Robert Benefield...1942		Rev. H. M. Davis...1943-1945
Rev. Howard Clinebell...1946		Rev. Forrest Howell...1947
Rev. A. L. Meredith...1948-1950		Rev. John Porter...1951
Rev. Norris King...1952-1953		Rev. Donald Orr...1953-1955
Rev. Benjamin Franklin...1955-1959		Rev. Glen Berg...1959-1962
Rev. Lee Schwarz...1962-1964		Rev. C. H. Loveland...1964-1966
Rev. William Patterson...1966-1970		Rev. Eldon L. Brown...1970-1972
Rev. Charles L. Flory...1972-1977		Rev. Ival L. Lane...1977-1981
Rev. Dean McCoy...1981-1983		Rev. G. Carl Dixon...1983-1989
Rev. Timothy A. Rasmussen...1989-91		Rev. Robert Weaver...1991-1994
Donald Wilson...1994-1997 (FTLP)		Justin Mapes...1997-2000 (OLP)
Pastor O. Paul Taylor...2000-

There once was a man named Paul Taylor, pastor in a small New England town. One Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit. Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Taylor began to speak..."I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright. I stopped the lad and  asked, "What you got there, son?" "Just some old birds," came the reply. "What are you gonna do with them?" I asked. "Take'em home and have fun with'em," he answered.  "I'm gonna tease'em and pull out their feathers to  make'em fight. I'm gonna have a real good time." "But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later.  What will you do?" "Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy. "They like birds. I'll take'em to them." The pastor was silent for a moment.  "How much do you want for those birds, son?" "Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister.  They're just plain old field birds. They don't sing.  They ain't even pretty!" "How much?" the pastor asked again. The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, "$10?"
The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone. The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot. Setting the cage down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out, setting them free. Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell this story.  One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation.  Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. "Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got'em all!" "What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked. Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!" "And what will you do when you get done with them?" Jesus asked. "Oh, I'll kill'em," Satan glared proudly. "How much do you want for them?" Jesus asked. "Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good.  Why, you'll take them and they'll just hate you.  They'll spit on you, curse you and kill you.  You don't want those people!!" "How much? He asked again. Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears and your life." Jesus said, "DONE!" Then He paid the price. The pastor picked up the cage he opened the door and he walked from the pulpit.

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