Our Stories

Bethel is a multi-cultural, multi-ethnic, multi-generational congregation filled with people from around the world who have unique stories to tell. Below you will be able to read some of them. They can also be accessed through our LIFEline section, which is a bi-monthly publication authored entirely by "in-house" writers. We hope you enjoy finding out more about us through our stories.

  • Growing kindness

    By Rebekah Hanson

    Fall will soon be upon us, and with the cooler weather, the harvest in the church garden will be done. In this editor’s note, I want to share the story of the church garden with you, because it relates to this month’s LIFEline themes of kindness and goodness.

    Click HERE to read the rest of the story.

  • Learning to be gentle

    By Lillian Medhus

    I am a midwife. The word "midwife" translates to "with women." I have the honor and privilege of walking with women through their lives, from adolescence, through adulthood, and into menopause. My days consist of seeing women of all ages, cultures, and backgrounds in the clinic and attending births in a community hospital. I see women for gynecologic issues, mental health, and prenatal care. Many times I have listened to women share their birth stories, when they didn't feel listened to, honored, or cared for. They come to a midwife looking for someone to treat them with gentleness and respect. It is an honor to hold those stories for them and help them heal from those experiences.

    Click HERE to read the rest of the story.

  • God's peace in the storm

    By Ikenna Ezeugwu

    How do you know you have peace? Is it when all is going well and life seems beautiful? or does this virtue - Peace, become even more real when uncertainty looms and life is spinning out of your control?

    Click HERE to read the rest of the story.

  • Finding Home

    By Josh Levin

    From the Garden of Eden to the Promised Land to our future eternal dwelling place, the theme of Home Lost and Home Found is woven throughout Scripture.  This article is about how our family found home, and how we walk alongside asylum seekers who are searching for the same.

    Click HERE to read the rest of the story.

  • A Call to Stay

    By Rebekah Hanson

    “Bekah, come look at the stars!” my friend Pae exclaimed. It was 8:30pm, and most people were already going to bed. My husband Reuben and I were staying the night in Pae’s hometown, a small Karen village tucked away in the mountains. Crickets chirped and the lights in all the little bamboo and wooden houses were turning off. We walked to the top of the hill in her village, sat down, and gazed upwards. I had never seen a sky so big and full of stars. “Just wait until midnight, it will be so much clearer then.”


    Waiting for clarity.

    Click HERE to read the rest of the story.

  • Love as a Nurse

    By Farrah Pierre

    Your 4-year-old son was just diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes. A 2-week-old baby was diagnosed with Failure to thrive. Your 10-month-old twins are both in the hospital with RSV (a serious respiratory virus that occurs in young children), each in a separate room. One twin is getting much better, yet your other twin is needing high amounts of oxygen. The nurses and doctors say you cannot feed him because he is working too hard to breathe. Your 14-year-old daughter is in the hospital with anorexia because she refuses to eat at home and is now in the hospital’s eating disorder program to be stabilized before going to an outpatient program. You were just informed that your 8-year-old grandson will need emergency surgery. Your parents just told you and your younger siblings that Christmas will be spent in the hospital this year. 

    Click HERE to read the rest of the story.

  • 1 Corinthians 13

    A Paraphrase by Hannah Clark

    I tried to tell people about God once. I used my best words, my most persuasive and attractive arguments. Some might even say my speech was heavenly to hear, but nobody could make out my message at all. They turned away and covered their ears, as if I were nails on a chalkboard or a foghorn scaring the wits out of them first thing in the morning. Memorable, but not pleasant. I should have backed up my words with love.

    Click HERE to read the rest of the story.

  • Reflections on a Cross-cultural friendship

    By Rebekah Hanson

    On the morning of November 8, I woke up to find two text messages sent by friends with the same grave news. My friend and former co-worker Paw Boh Htoo had been killed the night before.

    I couldn’t believe it. Just two weeks before, I had seen Paw Boh Htoo at the annual fundraising event for the nonprofit we both worked at -- The Karen Organization of Minnesota (KOM). She stood behind a table of handwoven Karen clothes and bags, shining brightly in her Karen dress with a smile on her face. Everyone who walked past that table was greeted by her warm presence and kind words, “Hello! Ha luh a ghay!”  

    Click HERE to read the rest of the story.

  • Elodie's Story

    When you are from Congo, you know about the war and how we fled to be refugees.  We don't like to bring it up and talk about it.  It makes me overcome with emotions that are too intense!  With the gang rape, the violence and atrocities, we are too ashamed to talk about it.  We have an unspoken story, as women who have fled the war.  To speak about it opens old wounds. 


    Click HERE to read the rest of the story.

  • Deja Vu...All Over Again

    By Rich Doebler


    It started on Iglehart Avenue, when BCF was known as Bethel Temple. Sharon and I found our way there while attending North Central Bible College (now known as North Central University).


    We loved Pastor Lloyd Jacobsen’s preaching, which was both practical and inspiring. We enjoyed the touch of class provided by his wife, Janna. On Saturday we canvassed neighborhoods, and on Sundays we sent out buses to pick up children. Those were exciting times.

    Click HERE to read the rest of the story.


  • blessed are those who mourn

    By Speciose Sinyigaya

    My journey toward acceptance of my losses began some 22 years ago following the war in my native country of Rwanda. I remember feeling like a small leaf left alone on a branch of a tree shaken by a strong sandy wind from the desert. I was in college in Dakar (Senegal).  I remember feeling a heavy weight on my shoulders pushing me down sometimes. I also remember going on my knees and telling Jesus my Savior, who thankfully kept His promise to never leave me, that my life was in His hands. Sometimes I was just mumbling and lacking words to use except expressing anger and frustration regarding what was going on. I became numb. 


    Click HERE to read the rest of the story.

  • God's ultimate plan

    By Jemimah Mawande

    At the apex of our self-prescribed “success” and ambitions, we often neglect seeking out God’s plan for us. Thus, we find ourselves in humbling situations. The biggest challenge, moreover, is the fact that, as humans we are constantly seeking to better ourselves. While this God-given quality is admirable, our judgment can be clouded when we limit our aspirations to worldly things such as wealth, education, fame, et cetera.


    Eventually we are unsatisfied with realizing the futility of these superficial aspirations. We also realize how insignificant we are to the vast world. (Without us, the earth would keep revolving!)  In this insignificance, we experience rejection--a hint from the world that there will always be someone better and more accomplished than we are.  This constant craving for evasive success is detrimental to our self-esteem and even our faith.

    Click HERE to read the rest of the story.

  • Saying Goodbye

    By Liz Kimmel

    My sister’s husband is dying.  We’ve known for a few weeks now, and have been told that his time with us is short. Bob took very good care of this body that has been his home for 80 years.  He was strong, but now is weak.  He was vocal about his faith. He loved his wife out loud so that all would know how well he thought of her. Now it is hard to even hear his words, for he doesn’t have the breath to push them out.


    Click HERE to read the rest of the story.


  • When God Broke Through

    By Peace Sinyigaya


    I always wondered what it would be like to have a family; family beyond having my parents and my young brother. Since my parents are refugees from Rwanda, we don’t have that. When the war tore Rwanda apart, it also tore apart my family. Of the small portion of my family that survived the war, everyone was forced to separate. People fled all over the continent of Africa, some to Europe and Canada, and just us to the United States.

    Click HERE to read the rest of the story.

ICF featured in the Star Tribune

The International Christian Fellowship was on the front page of the newspaper in August, 2017.  Click HERE to go to the article in the Minneapolis Star & Tribune. 

It is an awesome article featuring the Mihigo family, who attend both ICF

and the Sunday morning services at Bethel Christian Fellowship.