Our regular service times are as follows
Sunday School 9:55 a.m.
Sunday Worship 10:55 a.m.
Sunday Evening Preaching Service 5:55 p.m.
Wednesday 6:55 p.m.

Pray for us and our country but most of all for the willof God to be done.

A great inspiration of leadership
Lt. Gen. Thomas “Stonewall” Jackson
So impressed was I with my discovery, that I rode rapidly back to the point on the Plank road where I had left my cavalry, and back down the road Jackson was moving, until I met “Stonewall” himself. “General,” said I, “if you will ride with me, halting your column here, out of sight, I will show you the enemy’s right, and you will perceive the great advantage of attacking down the Old turnpike instead of the Plank road, the enemy’s lines being taken in reverse. Bring only one courier, as you will be in view from the top of the hill.” Jackson assented, and I rapidly conducted him to the point of observation. There had been no change in the picture. I only knew Jackson slightly. I watched him closely as he gazed upon Howard’s troops. It was then about 2 P.M. His eyes burned with a brilliant glow, lighting up a sad face. His expression was one of intense interest, his face was colored slightly with the paint of approaching battle, and radiant at the success of his flank movement. To the remarks made to him while the unconscious line of blue was pointed out, he did not reply once during the five minutes he was on the hill, and yet his lips were moving. From what I have read and heard of Jackson since that day, I know now what he was doing then. Oh! “beware of rashness,” General Hooker. Stonewall Jackson is praying in full view and in rear of your right flank! While talking to the Great God of Battles, how could he hear what a poor cavalryman was saying. “Tell General Rodes,” said he, suddenly whirling his horse towards the courier, “to move across the Old plank road; halt when he gets to the Old turnpike, and I will join him there.” One more look upon the Federal lines, and then he rode rapidly down the hill, his arms flapping to the motion of his horse, over whose head it seemed, good rider as he was, he would certainly go. I expected to be told I had made a valuable personal reconnaissance—saving the lives of many soldiers, and that Jackson was indebted to me to that amount at least. Perhaps I might have been a little chagrined at Jackson’s silence, and hence commented inwardly and adversely upon his horsemanship. Alas! I had looked upon him for the last time.