He is risen! If you’ve spent any time in a church during this season, you know the response: He is risen indeed! It’s more than just a tradition. It’s more than a polite greeting we exchange before we head to a big family lunch. Those four words are the absolute bedrock of everything we believe at Green River Alliance Church. Without those words, we’re just a social club with some nice stories and a bit of history. But because those words are true, everything has changed. I w

Silence. Waiting. Uncertainty. If you’ve ever walked through a season where it felt like God had checked out, you know exactly what Saturday feels like. We call it Holy Saturday. It’s that strange, heavy space between the agony of the cross and the glory of the empty tomb. It’s the day when the world held its breath. It’s the day when the "miracle worker" was laying in a borrowed grave, and His followers were left wondering if they had gotten the whole thing wrong. I’ve spent

It’s Friday morning. For many of us here in Green River, it’s just the start of the weekend. Maybe you’re grabbing a coffee, looking at the clock, and counting down the hours until the work week is officially over. But for those of us who follow Jesus, this isn't just any Friday. It’s Good Friday. And honestly? If you look at the facts of what happened on this day two thousand years ago, the name feels like a mistake. It feels wrong. It doesn’t look good. In fact, it looks li

We are right in the thick of it now. Holy Week is moving fast, and the weight of what’s coming is starting to settle in. I don’t know about you, but I often find that Thursday gets lost in the shuffle. We focus so much on the darkness of Good Friday and the explosive joy of Easter morning that we sometimes breeze right past the upper room. But if we want to understand the heart of Jesus: and if we want to understand what it actually means to follow Him: we have to stop here.

Betrayed. Abandoned. Arrested. If you’ve ever had a "worst-case scenario" day, it probably didn’t look like this. I’m talking about the kind of night that changes everything. The kind of night where the shadows seem a little longer and the silence feels heavy. And we’ve all been there in our own way, right? Maybe it wasn’t a literal garden with torches and soldiers. Maybe it was a phone call you weren’t expecting. Maybe it was a pink slip at work. Maybe it was a relationship

When I picture Jesus entering Jerusalem, I always think of the noise first. It was loud. Not a quiet, contemplative walk through the city gates. A full-blown parade. People lined the streets, waving palm branches like they were at a championship celebration, and shouting at the top of their lungs: “Hosanna! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!” (John 12:13). If I’m being honest, if you’d been there (and I’d been there), we probably would’ve assumed we were watchin

"I don’t need more advice. I don’t need more stuff. I don’t need more social media. I need a Savior. And if I’m honest, that’s a little uncomfortable to admit. Because I like to believe I can fix things. If I just try harder. If I just get my act together. If I just make a better plan. But sin is more than just what we do. It’s something that separates us from God. And no amount of effort on my part can fill or fix that problem. That’s why Jesus came. That was the purpose of

Let’s be honest for a second: waiting is tough. ⏳ We live in a world that hates waiting. We have high-speed internet, grocery delivery, and microwave popcorn. If we have to wait more than thirty seconds for a webpage to load, we start getting twitchy. So, when it comes to the big things in life: like waiting for a physical healing, a career breakthrough, a restored relationship, or an answer to a prayer that we’ve been whispering for years: we don’t just get twitchy. We get r

Have you ever bought something online, waited a week for it to arrive, and then opened the box only to realize it looks absolutely nothing like the picture? Maybe it’s a "some assembly required" bookshelf that looks like a pile of firewood, or a "one size fits all" shirt that wouldn't fit a toddler. Beginnings are weird like that. They are often deceptive. In our culture, we love a good "finished product." We like the reveal at the end of the home renovation show where the ho

Most of us know St. Patrick for the green beer, the parades, and maybe a plastic shamrock or two pinned to a lapel. We think of him as a legendary figure who drove snakes out of Ireland (spoiler: there were never actually snakes in Ireland) or as a stained-glass icon with a calm, stoic face. But if you met the real guy: a teenager named Maewyn Succat: he’d probably look at a modern St. Paddy’s Day party and think we’d all lost our minds. The real story of the man we call Patr

Let’s be honest for a second. Have you ever sat down, opened your Bible, read a few verses about ancient genealogies or obscure laws, and thought, “I have no idea what is happening right now” ? I’ve been there. I’m a pastor, and I’m telling you, I’ve had those mornings where the words on the page feel about as exciting as a VCR repair manual from 1985. We love God, we want to grow, but sometimes the "habit" part of being a Christian feels more like a chore than a lifeline. It

Hey there, friends. Kevin Batson here. If you’ve spent five minutes at Green River Alliance Church on a Sunday morning, you know exactly what the sound of "real community" looks like. It’s a bit loud. It’s a lot of laughter. It’s the sound of sneakers squeaking on the floor and the occasional "oops" when a juice box goes rogue. To some, that might just sound like noise. But to us? That’s the sound of a generation finding their place. It’s the sound of kids from Nursery all th

Let’s be honest for a second. Walking into a church on a Sunday morning can feel a little bit like walking into a crowded grocery store. There are a lot of people. There’s a lot of movement. You might get a friendly "hello" from someone at the door, and you might even have a great conversation over a cup of coffee. But when the service is over and you walk back to your car, do you ever feel... well, still a little bit alone? I’ve been there. We all have. You can be in a room

Let’s be honest for a second. Walking into a new building, especially a church, can feel a little bit like that first day at a new school. You’re wondering where to park. You’re wondering if you’re wearing the right thing. You’re wondering if everyone is going to stare at you the moment you walk through the door. It’s a little weird, right? I get it. I’ve been the new guy before. But here’s the thing: finding a church in green river wy shouldn’t feel like an audition for a p

Let’s be honest for a second. Some mornings, I wake up and I feel like I could lead a small army into a spiritual revival. I’ve got the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart, and I’m ready to take on the world. And then there are the other mornings. The mornings where the alarm goes off at 6:00 AM, the Wyoming wind is howling against the windows, and my "spiritual feeling" is somewhere between "grumpy" and "I need three more hours of sleep." If my relationship with God depended

I’ll be the first to admit it: Sunday mornings can be a battle. The alarm goes off, and for a split second, that warm, heavy blanket feels like the most spiritual thing in the world. You start doing the "Sunday Morning Math." You think, “I can just watch the livestream later,” or “I’ve had a long week, and God knows I’m tired.” Maybe you even tell yourself that you can worship God just as well on a hike or with a cup of coffee on the back porch. And look, I get it. I really

Let’s be honest for a second. We’ve all been there. You’re standing in a crowded room: maybe it’s at the grocery store, a high school football game, or even during a Sunday service at a church in Green River, WY: and yet, you feel completely alone. You’re surrounded by people, but nobody actually knows you. Nobody knows that you had a rough week at work, or that you’re worried about your kids, or even just that you’ve been struggling to find a reason to smile lately. That fe

Let’s be honest for a second. Walking into a new church for the first time can feel a little... well, weird. Maybe "weird" isn't the right word. Maybe it’s "intimidating." Or "awkward." I get it. I’ve been there. You’re worried you’re going to sit in someone’s unassigned-assigned seat. You’re worried you won’t know the songs. You’re worried that the moment you step through the front doors, a giant neon sign will point at you and scream, "NEW PERSON ALERT!" I’m Kevin, the Lead

I’ll be honest with you, I have too many apps on my phone. I’ve got apps for the weather, apps for my bank, apps that track how many steps I take (which usually just tell me I need to walk more), and even an app that helps me identify what kind of bird is making that weird noise in my backyard. Sometimes, tech feels like just another thing to manage. It feels like "clutter." And the last thing I want to do as a pastor is give you more "clutter." But here’s the thing: at Green

Let’s be honest for a second. Being a guy in Green River, Wyoming, usually means you’re pretty good at handling things on your own. We’re a DIY kind of town. Whether it’s fixing a leak in the crawlspace, navigating a long shift at the plant, or hauling a trailer up into the Winds, we pride ourselves on being self-sufficient. But there’s a downside to that "Lone Ranger" mentality. If we’re not careful, we end up living our lives in silos. We have "work friends," "hunting buddi