Michael Gantt Ministries

Sharpening the Iron of the Church

New Boston

April 9, 2018

The Little Brown Church of Sandisfield, Massachusetts – the New Boston Congregational Church

In 1970-71 I was newly married and graduation from Bible College was approaching quickly.  Each Sunday my wife and I drove from our home in Lenox, Massachusetts to the rural community of Sandisfield, Massachusetts, where I served as student pastor of the New Boston Congregational Church.  The Junior and Senior classes at my school had provided limited pastoral leadership to the small congregation for a number of years. When I graduated, in 1971, I left a Junior classmate of mine in charge.  I did not return to New Boston – until this past Sunday.

After 48 years, my path happened to cross with a young man who is currently providing pastoral care for the church.  He invited me to visit this past week to stand behind the very pulpit from which I preached almost one-half century ago.  It was surreal, to say the least. When I last stood in that place I was married less than one year, childless, and did not yet even have a degree in my hand.  Now, almost 50 years have passed; six children, 12 grandchildren, and 46 years of pulpit ministry in southern Vermont. We have all buried loved ones, welcomed new members to our family, succeeded in some things, failed at much.  One thing has remained constant: The faithfulness of God.

Snugly tucked in the Berkshire hills of Western Massachusetts, Sandisfield is a tiny, somewhat isolated community with a population of around 800 persons. Over the years, every church in town has slowly dried up and faded away – except for the little congregation at New Boston Congregational. For 144 years they have opened the doors for the preaching of the gospel.  Oh, they have struggled against the tide. The community has changed, population has declined, and finances have been a real and constantly present issue in keeping the doors open at the “Little Brown Church” as it is known. But, open they are, and I was blessed to hold my bride’s hand as we walked into that beautiful sanctuary once again.

The Little Brown Church of Sandisfield, Massachusetts

In a day of shopping mall churches and mega ministries, few of us ever think of the faithful, sometimes tiny, congregations who faithfully hold forth the light of life in little out of the way places that most of us couldn’t even find on a map.  There was no big orchestra Sunday morning. Two older gentlemen and a wonderful lady led us in worship by guitar. It was simple. It was genuine. It was a sweet, precious time of worship. I was so powerfully moved by the simple eloquence of the moment.  There was no pretense to make, no egos to stroke, no effort was made to impress; just 25 or so glad voices willingly lifted up in worship to the King.

The little church at New Boston will no doubt continue to face enormous issues in holding back the tide of progress which pushes such antiquated movements aside for the bigger, the better, the more impressive and often, less spiritual.  I encouraged them to hold fast; to not be intimidated by their smallness in the shadow of the big, big world that is pushing in – but to continue to be a very bright, little light in that place. I sensed something special in New Boston this past Sunday; something not of this earth. A little breath of Heaven was blowing through that old chapel and this thing I do know:  That wherever the breath of God blows it brings life. I am praying the breath of God that blows through that “little brown church” will blow new life into the community that surrounds it.

As I drove back to the “big city” of Brattleboro, Vermont I wanted to hold my breath just long enough to exhale a little bit of that heavenly breeze into my town, because Lord knows, we need it.

Discussion (4)

There are 4 responses to “New Boston”.

  1. Mr and Mrs David Kriebel responded:

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    What a testimony of the faithfulness of God. My wife and I visited that little brown church In the wood and we’re blessed by the faithfull few who gather together to worship our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. What a fellowship what a joy devine. Leaning on the everlasting arms.

  2. Nana kriebel responded:

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    What wonderful blessing

  3. Ron Walton responded:

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    What a wonderful memory of my own little church way up in “the County” in Sleepy Hollow, Maine where rugged men were transformed into obedient servants of the Most High. Those were simple but powerful gatherings in the name of Jesus our King.

  4. Charles Ballard responded:

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    Seems that I remember You and I filling an aging wood stove in perhaps this very church many years ago ( just to “take the chill off” ) one very late autumn Sunday?

    Same Sunday I was visiting a Baptist Church, just over-the-border from the once Berkshire Christian College,in New York State. 13 people in attendance hoping they can keep the doors open and attract a new pastor to replace the pastor that retired last November.

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