A Visit to Frederick Church’s Third Sunday Breakfast
by Noel Santiago
The Pennsylvania countryside keeps its secrets well. Tucked off Colonial Road in Perkiomenville sits a small brick meetinghouse that has been faithfully doing the work of the church for over seventy years. If you were not looking for Frederick Church, you might drive right past it.
But if you had been inside on the third Sunday of May, you would not have wanted to leave.
The morning began the way many good things do: with food shared together. Egg casseroles. Sausage burritos. Salsa. Coffee. Whoopie pie, shoofly pie, and funny cake. The meal sets the first rhythm of the church gathering, a simple practice of being present to one another. Around these tables, people become family.
Once a month, Frederick sets aside the typical Sunday rhythm and gathers in the fellowship hall for what they call their Third Sunday Breakfast. There is no printed order of service, no projected screens. People call out hymn numbers, and voices rise together. Scriptures surface amid conversation. Stories tumble out: funny ones, hard ones, deeply personal ones.
In the middle of it all, a birthday is named. Those gathered turn toward the named person and offer words of blessing. Without prompting, another member is lifted up in the same way. As the congregation moves between laughter, tenderness, and song, the message of the morning quietly delivers itself.
The hymns, the prayers, and the scriptures all pointed in the same direction: God’s faithfulness. Not as something to be explained, but as a reality that had been lived, tested, and found true by the people in the room.
What struck me most was not the singing, the scripture, or even the food. As good and meaningful as each was, it was the listening that stayed with me.
When one member spoke words of care over another, those gathered leaned in. When prayer requests were shared – joyful and difficult alike – the congregation received them with care. That attentiveness, the willingness to truly hear one another, is rarer than we might think. It is the mark of a community that has learned, over many years, to take each other seriously.
What I witnessed on that third Sunday was a congregation that has learned, perhaps without ever calling it discipleship, how to care for one another in the way the church was always meant to. The gathering itself became a demonstration of the gospel, expressed not through a formal sermon but through story, song, shared bread, and prayer.
The morning ended the way family gatherings do: with people lingering. No one was in a hurry to leave.
Frederick Church is a place where the ancient work of becoming God’s people is still being practiced—one hymn, one scripture, one prayer, one breakfast at a time.



Noel Santiago
Noel Santiago is the Leadership Minister for Missional Transformation for Mosaic Conference.

On Sunday June 4, five Franconia Conference congregations (Wellspring, Methacton, Spring Mount, Frederick, and Providence) gathered in Skippack to worship together and have a picnic. Skippack has some historical significance, being the place where Mennonites first settled in Montgomery County. A few centuries later we are still here, seeking to live out a vision of faithful witness to Jesus Christ.
We celebrated the coming of the Holy Spirit to the first followers of Jesus (Acts 2), and the gifts of the Spirit present among us today. Worship included speaking and singing in different languages, and a recitation of the Lord’s Prayer included nine languages (Spanish, Indonesian, English, German, Greek, Italian, Kannada, French, Vietnamese). Pastor Sandy Drescher-Lehman of Methacton Mennonite Church presented a children’s story about the birth of the church—complete with birthday cake! —and she and the children led us in a fun birthday song.
The event was a team effort among our congregations, and I think we are discovering that we really enjoy working together and are being blessed in our common activities and growing relationships. Despite the small size of our individual congregations, we are noticing that we benefit from diverse membership and from the wisdom of our elder members. We are realizing that our small congregations can be a blessing to our conference and also to our local communities. We have unique gifts to offer, and by the end of our time together I felt energized for how we might continue to share the love and light of Christ together.
