Welcome to Topinabee Community Church. Our mission is simple – to help people develop and maintain an intimate relationship with God. We are a non-denominational church made up of people from a wide variety of religious backgrounds.

We are not perfect, but we are all genuinely seeking a way to celebrate what Jesus has done, is doing, and will do in our lives. We believe that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His purpose. (Romans 8:28)

We hope you will have the opportunity to join us as we enjoy fellowship with God. You will be welcomed, accepted as you are, and encouraged to grow in Christ.




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4:00pm - 7:00pm
7128 Argonaut Trail
Indian River, MI
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This benefit is for Pastor Bob Moody who is
recovering from a serious illness. All proceeds
will go toward assisting with medical expenses.
Thank you for your support!!!!

The Millers, Ruth Wolf, Steve Hatt, Cobbs and Callaghans met at the Funky Pelican in Flagler Beach for lunch!  The good news is that they solved all the world's problems.



Palm Sunday



When the Tower Falls
Those eighteen, upon whom the tower in Siloam fell, and killed them, do you think that they were worse people than others who lived in Jerusalem? I tell you no…” Luke 13.4-5a
April 8, 2014
          Day after day, we listen for news about the missing Malaysian airliner. We’ve seen these tragedies before and, sadly, we shall see them again.
          The followers of Jesus apparently bought into the common wisdom of their age that postulated that bad things happened to bad people. And, behind it all, God was judging sin.   
        The text tells us a tower fell with terrible consequences. We don’t know for sure why the tower fell. Perhaps it was an earthquake, not uncommon in the Middle East, or just poor construction. But it fell and people died. Jesus utterly rejects the notion it was God’s response to sin.
In my short life, I’ve personally witnessed houses burn, tornadoes destroy neighborhoods and cars roll end over end. In this short devotion, I cannot possibly do justice to our questions about these events. What I know is, “…when I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, Thou art with me.” And I will trust in Him.
Prayer: Lord, our buildings burn, our dykes and dams collapse and our best technology fails, but You do not.
If It Is True
Jesus said to him, ‘I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.’” John 14.6 NRSV
April 9, 2014
         “Just because your truth is not the truth doesn’t make it wrong,” went the line in a movie I watched sometime ago. Actually, it does.  
       If the claims of Christianity are false, then the whole sham is of no importance. It is no better than the Wiccan practitioners who look for elves under every bush and paint symbols on their walls and doors to fend off evil.
       If Christianity is true, it is of infinite and personal importance. It dares to speak to a time before there was time. It claims that there is a purpose in life beyond ourselves and there exists an ultimate meaning that transcends the grave.
       Christianity claims to be ultimate truth. It is or it is not. Amen.  
Prayer: Lord, You are the ultimate truth of the universe.
Books and Coffee
A time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to throw away.”  Ecclesiastes 3.6 NRSV
April 10, 2014
         This last weekend, Kathy and I attended a regional meeting for the church. When our duties ended for the day, we availed ourselves to the local amenities. I haunted bookstores and coffee shops.
         I was in the U.S. History section as a young couple came down the aisle.
         “Excuse me,” the young lady said. “I'm looking for a gift for my father and just wondered what you would like.”
         “Books,” I answered without hesitation. Hey, we were in a bookstore. “And coffee,” I finished, holding up my cinnamon latte, extra shot.
         They laughed and the young man said, “See, I told you.”
         As I was checking out, they passed me with books under their arms. She said, “Thank you.”
I replied, “And thank you for not asking what I might want if I were your grandfather!”
Time is relentless. We are time travelers, one day at a time, going forward, never back. My plan is to live each one with joy and purpose. Hope you are doing the same. 
Prayer: Lord, my joy in life is an offering to You, the One Who made me. Thanks!

Those Unfinished Projects
“...let the dead bury their own dead.” Matthew 8.22 NRSV
April 14, 2014
       Do you have unfinished projects in your life? Me, too.  Most of mine are on disks or are bound in notebooks. Some are still cooking but are not yet to the boiling point, that moment in time when something inside grabs me and compels me to finish. Other projects are coming along nicely, a page or thought at a time, much as a mason building a wall stone by stone.
       But I've had other projects. Over the years, I tinkered and tweaked them, but they never seemed to come alive. When I would come across them, I would feel this pang of guilt. I felt I should do something. I shouldn't let the work I had already done go to waste. But it never happened. So one day I simply threw them away. The relief and sense of lightness I felt pleasantly surprised me. 
       Are we dragging something around, something we’ve been meaning to get to, but still haven’t?  For years we thought, “I should get back to that,” but never have. If it doesn’t inspire us, if it doesn't compel us, perhaps the day has come to let it go.  For surely somewhere there is a burning bush where our name is being whispered even now. 
Prayer: Lord, if it’s time to move on, that’s good enough for me.

We Have Set
He gives snow like wool; he scatters frost like ashes.” Psalm 147.16 NRSV
April 9, 2014
         We have set the seasons on our calendars. Very neatly we have set them, each season getting an equal share. We are very fair about it.
         Several weeks ago, we passed from winter. We no longer shook that icy hand that reached out and froze our lakes. A ghostly hand that beckoned snow from the sky and covered the green grass with a white shroud.
         You see how clever we were? We clearly defined winter as being three months long and no more. Thus winter’s time came to an end weeks ago.
         It is snowing as I type. Unheeding our cleverness, disregarding a calendar it cannot read, winter has stretched out a hand once again, beckoning snow from the sky.
         In the end, we are rather small creatures in our Creator’s Universe, incapable of scheduling when the snow will stop and the rain will come.
         And yet, He loves us so.
Prayer: Lord, thank You for never leaving us to our own cleverness too long without helping.

Do We Play It Safe?
“Blessed are the dead who from now on die in the Lord… they will rest from their labors, for their deeds follow them.” Revelation 14.13 NRSV
April 16, 2014
In 1956, a group of five missionaries were slain by the Auca Indians, a tribe known for their violence. I heard the story unfold from the pulpit of Logan Street Baptist Church, my home church as a child. I was filled with wonder at the courage of those missionaries and others.
Later, as an adult, I heard people question the prudence of those missionaries. Some said they were taking unnecessary risks being where they were that day and should have played it safe.
         Play it safe? By definition, being a missionary is a risky calling. Today, missionaries in Muslim countries (and other countries) face death, beatings and jail every day, just as their converts do. There is no playing it safe in that world.       
         Standing for our faith may bring risk even in our free society. It might be rejection by those around us or even a negative economic impact. Small losses, I think, compared to bullets, blades and hatchets. But that’s just me.
         From time to time, God’s call comes to us to not play it safe, but to risk. Goes with the territory.
Prayer: Lord, when You call me to risk, give me the courage at that moment. Amen.

 A Jewish businessman in Brooklyn decided to send his son to Israel to 

absorb some of the culture of the homeland. When the son returned, the

father asked him to tell him about his trip. The son said, "Pop, I had a great time in Israel.  By the way, I converted to Christianity."

     "Oh, my," said the father. What have I done?" He decided to go ask his 
friend Jacob what to do

    Jake said, "Funny you should ask. I too sent my son to Israel , and he
also came back a Christian. Perhaps we shoee the rabbi.

    The rabbi said, "Funny you should ask. I too sent my son to Israel ..
He also came back a Christian. What is happening to our young people? 
Perhaps we should go talk to God and ask him what to do."

The three of them prayed and explained what had happened to their sons and asked God what to do.  Suddenly a voice came loud and clear from Heaven.

The Voice said, "Funny you should ask. I, too, sent my Son to Israel .....