Pastor Bill Compton
Since 1994, I have had the pleasure of pastoring Belmont Baptist Church. Over the years, God has done some exciting things with our fellowship. We have grown and expanded in ministry to meet the needs of our community while at the same time impacting our world through missions. It is a joy to serve such a caring and loving church where worship is heartfelt and ministry is a way of life.
Message from the Pastor
When the Africa mission team touched down in Atlanta on July 23rd, I, for one, was glad to be home. Though we were only gone for ten days, it seemed as though I had been gone for ages. What a joy to see my wife and children (and my granddaughter). What a joy to see my church family. And what a joy to eat something other than rice, beans, potatoes, and cabbage!
Someone has said that home is where the heart is. And as much as I enjoy my home, I must admit that a part of my heart is still in Uganda. I have never met a people more humble and gracious to strangers (it wasn’t hard to pick us out as strangers), more happy to have us come to their part of the world, and more hungry to hear the gospel and learn about Jesus Christ. Every day we witnessed lives being changed and God’s Kingdom increasing. As one of our team members commented, “You just can’t go anywhere without someone getting saved.”
The children stole my heart. Wherever I went, children would come from every direction and take me by the hand and walk with me. The conditions many of them live in broke my heart. The majority of the children at the school are orphans because their parents died either from AIDS or other diseases due to lack of medicines for treatment. While Helping Hands provides one meal a day consisting of beans and porridge, they must depend on relatives or friends for shelter, clothing, and security.
The pastors of the surrounding areas humbled my heart. Many of them walked for more than two days just to attend a Pastor’s Conference in order to learn how to minister more effectively.
The church services warmed my heart. Together, we sang, clapped, cheered, and shouted hallelujahs to our Heavenly Father in worship.
And God filled my heart to overflowing proportions. I saw more than 200 men, women, boys, and girls give their hearts to Christ as we shared the gospel in various ways.
So, if you see me over the next several weeks and I seem to be staring off in the distance, just know that a part of my heart is over eight thousand miles away.
P.S. On behalf of the team, thank you to everyone that helped make our trip possible. Your giving enabled us to go and your prayers empowered us to be God’s instruments of blessing.
To His Glory,
Pastor Bill
Pastor Bill Compton
Since 1994, I have had the pleasure of pastoring Belmont Baptist Church. Over the years, God has done some exciting things with our fellowship. We have grown and expanded in ministry to meet the needs of our community while at the same time impacting our world through missions. It is a joy to serve such a caring and loving church where worship is heartfelt and ministry is a way of life.
Message from the Pastor
When the Africa mission team touched down in Atlanta on July 23rd, I, for one, was glad to be home. Though we were only gone for ten days, it seemed as though I had been gone for ages. What a joy to see my wife and children (and my granddaughter). What a joy to see my church family. And what a joy to eat something other than rice, beans, potatoes, and cabbage!
Someone has said that home is where the heart is. And as much as I enjoy my home, I must admit that a part of my heart is still in Uganda. I have never met a people more humble and gracious to strangers (it wasn’t hard to pick us out as strangers), more happy to have us come to their part of the world, and more hungry to hear the gospel and learn about Jesus Christ. Every day we witnessed lives being changed and God’s Kingdom increasing. As one of our team members commented, “You just can’t go anywhere without someone getting saved.”
The children stole my heart. Wherever I went, children would come from every direction and take me by the hand and walk with me. The conditions many of them live in broke my heart. The majority of the children at the school are orphans because their parents died either from AIDS or other diseases due to lack of medicines for treatment. While Helping Hands provides one meal a day consisting of beans and porridge, they must depend on relatives or friends for shelter, clothing, and security.
The pastors of the surrounding areas humbled my heart. Many of them walked for more than two days just to attend a Pastor’s Conference in order to learn how to minister more effectively.
The church services warmed my heart. Together, we sang, clapped, cheered, and shouted hallelujahs to our Heavenly Father in worship.
And God filled my heart to overflowing proportions. I saw more than 200 men, women, boys, and girls give their hearts to Christ as we shared the gospel in various ways.
So, if you see me over the next several weeks and I seem to be staring off in the distance, just know that a part of my heart is over eight thousand miles away.
P.S. On behalf of the team, thank you to everyone that helped make our trip possible. Your giving enabled us to go and your prayers empowered us to be God’s instruments of blessing.
To His Glory,
Pastor Bill