General

September 19, 2023
Watch Beth Moore, New York Times Bestselling Author’s candid conversation with Lead Pastor, Leo Schuster on anxiety and depression, sexual abuse, and the imperfections of church.
Clint Wilson /
September 12, 2023
This fall, our City Groups will be studying the story of the Old Testament exile and considering our ongoing spiritual quest for a place of true belonging. You can pick up your physical copy of this twelve-week devotional, “Exile & the Search for Home: Toward a Spiritual Geography,” on Sundays at City Church, or you can download it at citychurch.org.
Valerie Tompson /
January 18, 2023
How encouraging to realize that I can accept myself for who God created me to be. That my works of art, my organization, and even my spreadsheets, are a delight to my creator.
Michael Norton /
January 11, 2023
We bear the image of the Ultimate Creator, which means one of our central, defining, and universal traits is that we, too, are creators. When we create, much like when we worship, we reflect God’s beauty back into the world.
Michael Norton /
October 12, 2022
It’s not an accident of language that wonder means to be filled with awe, as in, “She wondered at the beauty of the Grand Canyon,” but also to be puzzled, even unsettled, as in, “I wonder if that noise coming from outside our tent is an animal.” My sense of wonder also exists within that spectrum from awe to confusion, sometimes tipping over to despair, especially when I wonder at the incomprehensibly expansive universe, life on earth, and our place within it all. 17th-century mathematician, philosopher, and Christian Blaise Pascale felt the same: “The eternal silence of these infinite spaces terrifies me.”
Valerie Tompson /
October 12, 2022
Every once in a while I look around in disbelief that I am 50 years old, married over 25 years, and have two almost-adult daughters as well as a son on the verge of high school. I am astonished how the years have passed by. I grieve this passing of time: desires and ambitions that seemingly slipped through my fingers, moments with my family I can’t quite recall but know happened, and regret about decisions made.