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The Eastern District is a mission field with approximately 43 million inhabitants and many communities in dramatic need of Gospel witness.


Our churches are spread across a geographically and culturally diverse section of the Northeast including New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Delaware, Maryland, Virginia and our nation's capitol. 


The Eastern District is a movement, not just a loosely affiliated organization or institution. We are connected and growing together - committed to seeing each other thrive for the sake of the Gospel.  

This Feels Familiar And I Don’t Like It

  Leading through these uncertain times feels familiar. I don’t like it. In my socially separated circles, 2008 is best known for the recession caused by the housing market crash and the Phillies winning the world series. The latter brought me great joy in the midst of chaos and heartbreak.…

Will God Provide?

In an era when the culture is already changing more rapidly than ever before, it’s amazing how quickly a virus can turn the whole world upside down in a matter of weeks. It has all happened so fast that we are still in the shock of reacting as best we…

I’ve Got Nothing, People.

  When the schedule for our EDA bloggers came out, being assigned the middle of March seemed harmless enough. Now that it’s here, I have the simple task of writing a little something to encourage pastors and church leaders in the middle of a worldwide pandemic that is bringing everyone’s…

3 Keys To Help The Next-Gen Leader Crush Giants

  I was recently struck by the story of David and Goliath from a fresh perspective. I had just finished praying with an incredibly faithful follower of Christ. He was in the hospital and his days were numbered. I prayed that God would raise up a next generation with faith…

3 Questions To Help Maintain Healthy Vital Signs

While serving as an under-shepherd for many years now, it still can become frustrating when the sheep in God’s pasture don’t willingly follow. Within these exasperating moments I long to strike the rock rather than speak to it. Anybody know what I mean? Over the years I’m learning to pause…

Tell Your Scar Story

When I was around seven or eight years old, my brother, my best friend and I were playing out in my backyard with one of those red plastic baseball bats. We thought it was a great idea to pair this bat up with a piece of a 2×4 that was…



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