Sunday
Worship and Teaching 10:00 AM
Small Group Discussion/First Principles Classes 11:30 AM
Grace Youth Group 6:00 PM
Tuesday
Free English Classes 11:00 AM
Wednesday
Community Prayer Gathering 7:00 PM
God/Talks - Conversation on life and faith 7:00 PM
Thursday
Free English Classes 7:00 PM

Grace Church has been part of the Clifton-Paterson-Passaic community since its beginnings in 1889.  What was then a mission to Northern European immigrants continues today as a reflection of the many different nationalities that make Clifton and Passaic county their home.  

We continue to live with the conviction that the One true God has made us a new family of families for a new life together through the life, death and resurrection of Jesus Christ for the sake of His world.  We believe the good news that the crucified and risen Jesus is Lord of all and is for everyone from everywhere.  All who believe this news for themselves are forgiven and invited to be part of God's renewing work in the world - a work which be completed when Jesus returns again at any time.

We invite you to come and worship with us as we learn together to be a family of families in Jesus so that we might impact our city and the world with His love, hope and forgiveness!

 Genesis 20:5 (ESV)
Did he not himself say to me, 'She is my sister'? And she herself said, 'He is my brother.' In the integrity of my heart and the innocence of my hands I have done this."
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If We Die, Will We Live Again?

1-17 “We’re all adrift in the same boat:
    too few days, too many troubles.
We spring up like wildflowers in the desert and then wilt,
    transient as the shadow of a cloud.
Do you occupy your time with such fragile wisps?
    Why even bother hauling me into court?
There’s nothing much to us to start with;
    how do you expect us to amount to anything?
Mortals have a limited life span.
    You’ve already decided how long we’ll live—
    you set the boundary and no one can cross it.
So why not give us a break? Ease up!
    Even ditchdiggers get occasional days off.
For a tree there is always hope.
    Chop it down and it still has a chance—
    its roots can put out fresh sprouts.
Even if its roots are old and gnarled,
    its stump long dormant,
At the first whiff of water it comes to life,
    buds and grows like a sapling.
But men and women? They die and stay dead.
    They breathe their last, and that’s it.
Like lakes and rivers that have dried up,
    parched reminders of what once was,
So mortals lie down and never get up,
    never wake up again—never.
Why don’t you just bury me alive,
    get me out of the way until your anger cools?
But don’t leave me there!
    Set a date when you’ll see me again.
If we humans die, will we live again? That’s my question.
    All through these difficult days I keep hoping,
    waiting for the final change—for resurrection!
Homesick with longing for the creature you made,
    you’ll call—and I’ll answer!
You’ll watch over every step I take,
    but you won’t keep track of my missteps.
My sins will be stuffed in a sack
    and thrown into the sea—sunk in deep ocean.

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