Who We Are

A Vision Poem for Mount Holly Presbyterian Church   

Where once bales of raw cotton were spun into sewing thread,

Spirits (rum and craft beer) are brewed and distilled,

and community gathers.

Where once textile workers spent weekends playing softball on mill-spinoff teams,

Now kayaks run the river

and mountain bikers and hikers weave through the Thread Trail.

Art, murals on buildings, a gallery downtown, a glowing lantern parade.

The busy Mount “Holly” bee, keeping our hometown feel,

            on the edge of metropolis.

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Walk down the center of town,

Old establishments and first-time shopkeepers

offer books, gifts, and vintage goods.

Cafes serve sushi or comfort food

And southern hospitality is both old and new.

Then see us there—First Presbyterian,

            part of a new tapestry of community,

The church on the corner, an anchor of Main Street. 

 

In a world where change ripples as fast as ocean currents,

come through our gate.

Sit at our picnic table under the tree,

Or rest in the garden, take a moment to breathe:

We offer you a safe space.

 

On Sunday mornings,

Walk through our open door,

where all are noticed, named, and known.

Sing with us, hear new takes on old stories,

            as we imperfect people journey with Jesus,

                        Empowered by the gifts that God gives.

 

Come to our communion table, where all are welcome,

where God and the beloved community meet all equally,

just as we are, without judgment or fear.

Pass the peace with us; find mercy, grace, and love.

Plow fallow ground, plant seeds of belonging,

 in our own lives and wherever we reach.

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This vision poem was created by members of FPC Mount Holly as part of a year-long process to consider our history, our neighbors and community, and to serve as a guide for our future mission and ministry.​​