In the fall of 2006, Amanda and I decided to move down to the Charlotte area for the semester so she could finish her degree. She only needed six gen-ed classes to graduate, and community college in North Carolina costs about a tenth of what it costs in Iowa. Since we were both still working part-time jobs and were not leashed to any particular location, we thought it would make the best financial sense. It would also be a great opportunity for me to get to know her family. So in August we loaded up our cars and made the 20-hour road trip. I moved into her parents’ basement and got two jobs while she took her classes and worked evenings.

During the four months we were down there, we went to Amanda’s home church, Fairbluff Bible Chapel, a church of about 100 members. Interestingly, though Fairbluff is located in the middle of Charlotte, most of the families who attend do not live in Charlotte proper, with some of them driving up to an hour to meet on Sunday.

Charlotte has a considerable Hispanic and Latin American population. A few years ago, some immigrants from Honduras and Colombia started attending Fairbluff because it was the only Plymouth Brethren church in the area and that was the type of church they went to back home. But they barely knew any English. One of the members at Fairbluff was fluent in Spanish from his years as a missionary, so he offered to translate the sermons as they were preached.

Then more Spanish-speakers started coming. Within a year or two, the Spanish-speaking group at Fairbluff had grown to about ten, including a few who had been church leaders in their home country. The elders at Fairbluff suggested that these people start a Spanish-language service and graciously offered the church gym as a meeting place. Now there are 20 or 30 of them and their ministry is flourishing.

But the Spanish-speakers did not split off and form their own autonomous church. That’s the best part. They remained a part of Fairbluff, and everyone still meets together on Sunday mornings. I should explain here that Plymouth Brethren have an open-format meeting where anyone is free to pray, share a thought, or suggest a hymn as they feel led by the Holy Spirit to worship. And at Fairbluff, a song or devotional thought in English may be followed by a prayer or Bible reading in Spanish, though almost no one understands the other language and there is not a translator. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that a group of Christians are gathered to worship in the name of Jesus Christ, and worship transcends language barriers.

Fairbluff stands as a shining example of adaptation. They saw an opportunity from God, and they took that opportunity even though it meant changing the way they’ve been doing things for many years. And it was not without its cost: in the past six or seven years, Fairbluff’s English-speaking attendance has seen a decline in numbers. But the Spanish language ministry continues to grow! They are able to meet the needs of a demographic that Fairbluff had always been surrounded by, but until recently had been unable to reach. The city of Charlotte is ripe for the harvest.