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Dothan Church Newsletter: Healing and Community Stories

Greetings, beloved members of our Dothan community!

Dothan, our southeastern Alabama gem with over 65,000 residents, continues to shine as a place of faith, family, and miracles. Known for its vibrant arts and culture, strong economy, and friendly spirit, our town is not only home to historic landmarks and engaging attractions but also a community deeply rooted in faith. We are excited to share a powerful testimony of healing and redemption that recently took place in our very own town, reminding us of the boundless power of Jesus Christ.

A Miracle at the Church Gates

Much like the biblical story of the lame man at the Gate called Beautiful, we recently witnessed a miraculous healing in our church family. A beloved member of our congregation, who had been struggling with mobility issues for years, experienced divine healing after fervent prayer and faith in the name of Jesus Christ. As Acts 4:10 states: “Be it known unto you all, and to all the people of Israel, that by the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, whom ye crucified, whom God raised from the dead, even by him doth this man stand here before you whole.” This healing serves as a testimony that every miracle should culminate in one declaration: Jesus did this!

He is our Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. No matter the struggles we face, He is the answer. As a community, we must continue to stand firm in our faith and proclaim His power, for there is no other name under heaven given among men by which we must be saved (Acts 4:12). The world may call our beliefs narrow-minded, but we are called to preach the Kingdom of God and repentance with love and truth.

Faith in Action – Events and Outreach

Dothan is not just a city with a rich history—it is a place where the love of Christ moves among us. We are blessed with many opportunities to serve and connect through faith-based community events:

  • Healing and Prayer Gatherings – Join us for special prayer nights where we will continue to intercede for those in need of healing and breakthroughs.
  • National Peanut Festival Outreach – As our city celebrates this annual event, our church will be present to share the Good News and spread the love of Christ.
  • Dothan Christmas Parade Ministry – As the holidays approach, we will be participating in the parade, celebrating the birth of our Savior.
  • Outdoor Fellowship at Landmark Park – A day of worship, praise, and fellowship surrounded by God’s beautiful creation.

The Call to Believe and Receive

Redemption is at the heart of our faith. Many Christians know that they are saved, but few understand the fullness of what Jesus accomplished for us. Healing is not separate from redemption—it is an essential part of it. If you are struggling, remember that Jesus has already paid the price. Just as the Israelites applied the blood of the Passover Lamb for protection, we must claim His promises over our lives. Psalm 105 tells us that when God led the Israelites out of Egypt, “there was not one feeble person among their tribes.” If God did it then, He can do it now.

As we continue to grow in faith, let this be a reminder: You are just as healed as you are forgiven. How much you receive depends on your willingness to believe. If healing was present in the Old Testament types, it must be present in the fulfillment through Christ. Let us look to Him for our healing, our salvation, and our restoration.

Final Words of Encouragement

As we walk through the streets of Dothan—whether visiting the Wiregrass Museum of Art, attending a play at the Dothan Opera House, or enjoying the outdoors at the Botanical Gardens—let us be reminded that we are a light in this city. Whether through prayer, outreach, or simple acts of kindness, we are called to reflect the love of Christ to all.

May we continue to stand in faith, declaring that healing, salvation, and provision come only through Him. Let us boldly proclaim: “I’m looking for Jesus, and I’m looking for healing.” Together, as the Body of Christ in Dothan, we will see His power move mightily among us.

With love and blessings, Your Church Family in Dothan

Ashley James: Breaking Barriers in Walla Walla Motocross

Walla Walla, a vibrant town in southeastern Washington, is known for its rich history and growing wine industry. The town features tree-lined streets and a downtown dotted with 19th-century buildings. Visitors often enjoy walking tours and exploring the Fort Walla Walla Museum. Yet, one year, a young woman named Ashley James brought an unexpected spotlight to this picturesque town.

Ashley was 23. Born and raised in Walla Walla, she grew up watching her father race motocross. He taught her how to ride when she was just six years old. By the time she was 16, she could handle a bike as well as most local riders. But motocross in Walla Walla was a male-dominated sport, and the local community didn’t expect much from Ashley.

“You’re good, kid,” a veteran rider once told her, “but this sport’s tough on everyone, especially women.”

Ashley didn’t argue. She let her skills do the talking.

One spring, Walla Walla hosted its annual motocross contest at the edge of town near Mill Creek. Riders from across Washington competed. The dusty track was lined with fans cheering for their favorites. Ashley entered on a whim.

Her first race was against three men. The crowd didn’t take her seriously. As the flag dropped, Ashley surged ahead, her bike kicking up a trail of dust. By the second lap, she had pulled far ahead. When she crossed the finish line, the crowd was stunned.

“That girl can ride,” a spectator said, shaking his head in disbelief.

Word spread fast. Ashley advanced through the rounds, beating rider after rider. By the end of the day, she held the first-place trophy.

For weeks, Ashley became the talk of Walla Walla. Men who had never noticed her were suddenly offering advice. Some were kind, others dismissive.

“You won one race,” another competitor told her at a local café. “Let’s see you do it again.”

Ashley smiled. “I’ll let you know when I’m done winning.”

She wasn’t done. Over the summer, she entered more races across the Pacific Northwest. Each time, she won or placed in the top three. Her success drew attention from local media, but also criticism. Some accused her of stealing attention from male riders. Others questioned if she was pushing herself too hard.

“Do you ever think about slowing down?” her mother asked one evening over dinner.

“No,” Ashley replied. “I’m just getting started.”

Ashley’s riding career took a turn in late summer. During a race in Spokane, she overheard two organizers discussing her entry.

“She’s fast,” one said, “but the sponsors aren’t interested in promoting a woman.”

That conversation stayed with Ashley. She finished the race in second place but left feeling frustrated.

Back in Walla Walla, Ashley decided to shift her focus. She wanted to share her love of riding in a way that empowered others. She approached a local business owner with a bold idea.

“I want to start a motorbike tour for women,” she explained. “Something that combines riding with exploring the outdoors.”

The owner, who also ran a vineyard, was intrigued. “What’s your plan?”

Ashley worked tirelessly. She mapped routes through Walla Walla’s countryside, highlighting trails near wineries and scenic overlooks. She partnered with local businesses to offer packages that included wine tastings and guided rides. By early fall, her tour, called “Ride the Wild,” was ready to launch.

The first group consisted of five women, all from out of town. Ashley led them through trails along the Blue Mountains. They stopped at a vineyard for lunch and ended the day with a ride through the rolling wheat fields.

“This is incredible,” one participant said. “I’ve never felt so free.”

Ashley’s tours quickly gained popularity. Women from across the region came to Walla Walla to ride with her. Local businesses noticed the boost in tourism. Even the critics began to quiet down.

By winter, Ashley had built a reputation not just as a rider but as a community leader. Still, she felt Walla Walla wasn’t fully supportive of her vision. The town was growing, but its culture remained tied to tradition.

“I need to take this further,” she told her father one evening.

“Where would you go?” he asked.

“Somewhere with more opportunities for women riders,” Ashley replied.

In January, Ashley moved to Bend, Oregon. The city was known for its outdoor culture and thriving community of adventure sports enthusiasts. She quickly established a new branch of “Ride the Wild.” Within weeks, her tours were fully booked.

Back in Walla Walla, people followed her success with pride. Ashley’s story inspired young women to take up motocross and explore new possibilities. Local businesses even considered expanding to include more outdoor activities for tourists.

By spring, Ashley’s tours in Bend were attracting national attention. She was featured in a magazine article about women leading the way in adventure tourism. Ashley remained humble.

“This isn’t just about me,” she told the journalist. “It’s about creating spaces where everyone can feel empowered to try something new.”

Though Ashley left Walla Walla, her impact on the town was lasting. Her determination showed that even in a small, traditional place, one person could create change.

And while Bend became her new home, Ashley often returned to Walla Walla, leading the occasional tour and visiting her family.

By the end of that year, Ashley had achieved more than she imagined. Her tours expanded to include advanced training sessions for women who wanted to compete in motocross. She began mentoring young riders, ensuring the next generation had the support she had often lacked.

Ashley’s journey started with a single race in Walla Walla. It ended with her building something far bigger than trophies or accolades: a legacy of empowerment and adventure.

Vicki’s Dream: Coins and Family in Republic

Republic, a small town in Northeast Washington, began as Eureka Gulch in the 1890s. Back then, the land was rich with gold and timber, drawing miners and loggers. They built rough-hewn cabins, narrow streets, and saloons that never seemed to close. By 1900, the town had changed its name to Republic, reflecting the independent spirit of its people.

The heart of Republic became its architectural landmarks. Kaufman Cabin, built in 1896, still stands, a reminder of the town’s rugged beginnings. The Republic Cemetery offers sweeping views of the valley, the Sanpoil River, and the Kettle Range. The landscape has always shaped the people who live there—practical, resilient, and deeply tied to the land.

Amidst this history, a young woman named Vicki Dunn made her mark one summer. Vicki had grown up in Republic, the daughter of a stern but kind father, Henry Dunn, who was known for his collection of old coins. Henry had a sharp eye for detail and a deep respect for history. His coins, neatly stored in velvet-lined boxes, were his pride and joy.

Vicki, restless in the slow rhythm of small-town life, decided to leave for Spokane one July. She carried a small part of her father’s coin collection with her, hoping to sell it online. Henry had reluctantly agreed, his words lingering in her mind: “Coins hold stories, Vicki. Don’t sell the wrong ones.”

In Spokane, Vicki rented a tiny room and listed the coins on eBay. At first, sales were slow, but soon, interest grew. Collectors messaged her with offers, questions, and stories about their own collections. Vicki found the work tedious. She missed the familiar streets of Republic, the cool air of the Kettle Range, and the sound of the Sanpoil River. At night, she dreamed of her family. In one dream, her father’s voice echoed: “Not all coins are for selling, Vicki. Some hold more than value.”

After two weeks, Vicki’s dreams grew vivid and unsettling. She saw her father’s weathered hands, her mother’s quiet smile, and her younger brother, Leo, staring at an empty table. She woke up one night with a decision: she would go back. The coins, the city, and the online marketplace felt hollow compared to the pull of home.

Vicki’s return to Republic wasn’t as she expected. Her mother hugged her tightly. Leo grinned and asked her about Spokane. Henry, however, stood silent. “Did you bring back what’s left?” he asked.

“Yes, Dad,” Vicki said, handing him the unsold coins. “But I sold some. I… I needed to try.”

Henry nodded but said nothing. The family gathered for dinner that night, the air thick with unspoken words. Vicki explained her dreams and how they had drawn her home.

“Dreams are tricky,” Leo said. “They’re not always about what you think.”

Henry spoke finally. “What did you learn, Vicki?”

Vicki thought for a moment. “That it’s not just about selling. Coins are more than money. They’re a part of something bigger.”

“Good,” Henry said. “Then you understand.”

The family’s conversations grew warmer over the following days, but Vicki sensed an unease in her father. One evening, Henry revealed a secret. Among the coins Vicki had sold was a rare piece—a 1794 silver dollar. It wasn’t just valuable; it had been given to Henry by his own father.

“I should’ve told you,” Henry admitted. “But I wanted you to learn. Now, we’ll have to find it again.”

Vicki felt a pang of guilt but also determination. She contacted the buyer, a collector named Victor, who lived in Seattle. Vicki explained the coin’s significance and offered to buy it back. Victor, intrigued, agreed to meet.

Vicki and Henry made the journey to Seattle. Victor was a soft-spoken man with a passion for history. “This coin is special,” he said. “I’d planned to keep it, but your story changes things.”

Victor returned the coin without accepting payment. “Sometimes, history needs to stay where it belongs,” he said.

Back in Republic, Vicki and Henry decided to start a new project. Together, they created a small museum in town, showcasing the coin collection and other artifacts from Republic’s past. They called it the Spirit of Republic Museum, a place to preserve the town’s history and share its stories with others.

Visitors came, drawn by the exhibits and the tales Vicki and Henry shared. The museum became an architectural landmark in its own right, a symbol of the town’s enduring spirit. Vicki’s month-long journey had brought her back to her roots, with a deeper understanding of her family and the place they called home.