The Rev. Dr. Bill Britt has been the Senior Minister at Peachtree Road United Methodist Church since June of 2008.
He grew up in Thomaston, a small town in west central Georgia. He is a graduate of Stetson University in DeLand, Florida, and received his Master of Divinity degree from Candler School of Theology in Atlanta and his Doctor of Ministry degree from United Theological Seminary in Dayton, Ohio.
He is an elder in the United Methodist Church and has served churches throughout the North Georgia Conference, including Trinity-on-the-Hill United Methodist Church in Augusta, Trinity United Methodist Church in Cartersville, and the First United Methodist Church in Athens.
Bill is an avid golfer, and he and his wife Wendie have two children, Will, a college student, and Sara, who recently graduated from nursing school.
A number of years ago when I was serving a church in another town, a man stopped me after the morning worship service and asked if he could make an appointment to see me. Then he told me that he had a message for me from the Lord. As I hesitated I noticed members watching and listening; and in a weak moment, I offered to see him early on Monday morning. The next day he showed up, bright and early. As I sized him up, he seemed to be a nice-enough fellow--polite, soft-spoken, and well-groomed. He thanked me for agreeing to see him and said that the Lord had told him to give the message to every preacher in town. I tried to hide my disappointment that the message from the Lord was not just for me.
Read full transcript...We all have our favorite hymns. When I meet with folks who are planning a funeral, I often find that they request a favorite hymn be sung. A minister friend told me about one such graveside funeral near Dalton, Georgia. The family requested that a soloist sing as a part of the service. The soloist was contacted, and he was told that the family had requested that he sing "Jingle Bells." Well, this was a first for him, but he got himself ready. At the appropriate time, he began to sing: "Dashing through the snow, in a one horse open sleigh, o'er the fields we go, laughing all the way..." This gifted tenor closed by singing the familiar chorus with great gusto and enthusiasm. After the service, the widow made her way to the soloist, thanked him, and then confessed, "As you were singing, it dawned on me. My husband's favorite song was not 'Jingle Bells.' It was "When They Ring the Golden Bells." Well, today, many congregations join in singing one of my favorite hymns -- "For All the Saints." You remember the words:
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