GHFWBC Bus Ministry is more than just a ride to church. We have fun through songs, games, snacks and more. During the ride friendships are formed and lives are changed forever. You do not want to miss this bus!
Who can ride the bus?
A parent or legal guardian must accompany children four years old and under. Children five years old and older (completed kindergarten) can ride the bus without parental supervision if the Bus Rider Registration Form is signed by their parent or legal guardian.
Where does the bus pick up?
We have a Sunday morning route. We stop at different individual houses, mobile home parks and apartment complexes.
Sunday Morning Bus Route
Our regular Sunday morning bus route currently services most of mcdowell county. Upon arrival at the church, there will be a Worship service and sunday school classes divided in age groups to choose from. At the end of the worship service, they get ready for the ride home.
What makes Bus Ministry fun?
Twice a month riders of the bus stay after the morning service for Games, friends, snacks and more, all wrapped up in a safe and fun family atmosphere where the focus is on Jesus.
Breakfast on the bus
Sunday morning, the bus riders are offered breakfast if wanted. There is so much more that makes GHFWBC Bus Ministry more than just a ride to church! Take a ride and see for yourself! See how you can become a part of this life changing ministry!
Please call us at 828-527-3155 for more information about the GHFWBC Bus Ministry.
My name is Velvet and I’m 25 years old. I grew up in an abusive, alcoholic and drug-infested home. My mom insisted that my siblings and I go to church so that she was free to go and do as she pleased. My safe haven quickly became the church and I valued every service I was able to attend.
Eventually, we moved to Georgia and lived with my grandma who attended a small church in nearby South Carolina, which had a bus ministry. We later moved again 45 minutes away from the church. The youth pastor, who had also grown up in the bus ministry, began picking us up for church.
I’ve grown so much in the Lord, and am now a bus worker in the same church. I work with the children’s ministries and wouldn’t trade my Sundays or Wednesdays for anything in the world. I am so grateful for the bus ministry and all those people who continue to run the buses.
My name is Keith, and I’m a bus kid.
I thank God for the bus ministry. It was through the bus ministry, almost a decade ago, that I trusted Christ as my Savior. I now work in the ministry, and have answered the call to preach. I will attend Hyles-Anderson College in the Fall of 2012.
I am now a member of Coastline Baptist in Jacksonville, North Carolina. I thank God that He counted me worthy, and allowed me the opportunity to start our very own bus ministry.
Had it not been for faithful bus workers and the King James Bible, I’d be lost. The bus ministry is worth the time, effort and cost. Amen!
“I am set for the defence of the gospel.” – Philippians 1:17
My name is Joe, and I am a bus kid.
At 5 years of age, while living in the projects of southwest Los Angeles, two men in suits knocked on our door. They asked my parents if we could ride the bus to Sunday school to learn about Jesus and the Bible. I had no idea who Jesus was since I had never heard of Him in our home. Week after week my brother and I would go to Sunday school to learn about the love of Jesus. Little did I know the impact it would make in my life.
Although I was not saved until I was twenty-one, what I learned as a young boy brought me to salvation on January 16, 1999. Since my salvation, God has called me to preach and has given me a beautiful, godly wife and wonderful daughter to serve Him with.
I’m Russell and I’m a bus kid.
My family moved to Oklahoma when I was nearly three years old. My dad was a drunkard and my mother not far from that. The church people from Windsor Hills Baptist Church started coming by and inviting my sister and me to ride the church bus. I don’t know exactly when we began riding the bus; however, when we did, the Lord began using me to speak to my mom’s heart.
We would come home from church singing the bus songs, which made an impression on my mother. She eventually would come and get saved. My dad on the other hand hated it all. Nevertheless, my mother was faithful and two years later my dad came to church and walked the aisle and got saved. I had the most wonderful privilege to grow up from then on in a Christian home, Christian school, and then God called my dad into the Prison Ministry.
I strayed from God in my early adult years. It is my love for the bus ministry that had a part in me getting right with God and serving him now. I am now the Bus Director at Longvue Baptist Church in Fort Worth, Texas where I continue to work hard bringing families to Christ like that bus captain did for our family.
Through the Eyes of the Bus Worker
Some see a fight, a push and a shove, I see a desperate cry for love.
Some see a brat, he acts so bad, I see a boy who’s never met his dad.
Some see the messes and the trouble they give, I see the poverty in the place where they live.
Some see a teenager who won’t dress right, I see a girl who has to protect herself at night.
Some see a smart mouth, disrespectful and loud, I see a kid made fun of by a crowd.
Some see a woman who comes just to use, I see a lady by a drunken husband abused.
Some see a drug addict withered and worn, I see a soul the Lord wants reborn.
Some see the dirt, the filth and the rot, I see a kid who without Jesus doesn’t have a shot.
Some see a crook whom you don’t trust much, I see a man who needs the Lord’s touch.
Some see a bunch of heathen who holler and yell, I see kids with parents in jail.
Some see a teenager who gives a lot of flack, I see a boy whose whole family is on crack.
Broken homes, broken lives, those without hope, They need compassion and God’s grace to cope.
For every little girl who lies awake hungry at night, Lord, help me to keep in the fight.
For every scared boy who sees his mommy get hit, Lord, help me to be faithful and never to quit.
For every mommy who needs a new start, Lord, help me to show her how to ask You into her heart.
For every man on whom sin has its hold, Lord, help me to make sure the “Old Story” is told.
The Lord to me His mercy has shown, Lord, help me to reach out so others may make Heaven their home.
May others judge gently when these folks they see— If not for God’s grace, that’s where all of us would be.
by Crystal Buchanan – Morganton, NC