Stories from Confluence Church
Real people, real Sundays
What happens when ordinary people in Pittsburgh carry each other through real life. Every story here is shared with permission.
Featured story ·
North Shore
From the back row to the parking lot
My daughter got baptized and I tagged along, sitting in the very back row. Two years later I am out in the lot every Sunday at 8:15 with the parking team.
Darnell K.
I moved across town after forty years in one house and knew nobody. The Tuesday group in Lawrenceville found me before I found them.
Gloria W.
Lawrenceville
Our son came seven weeks early. People we barely knew brought dinner for six weeks straight. That was when it stopped feeling like a building.
James R.
South Hills
We moved here with a newborn and no family within five hundred miles. Our group became the people we call at two in the morning.
Maya and Chris T.
Lawrenceville
I only went to Wednesday Nights because my friend had a car. Three years later I lead a sixth grade boys group.
Theo M.
North Shore
I grew up in church, walked away for ten years and came back on a random Sunday at the Marquee. Nobody asked where I had been.
Ana P.
South Hills
I lost my job in March. My group did not fix it. They just kept showing up with groceries and job leads until it was fixed.
Kevin L.
North Shore
