Hi, my name is Terry Morgan, and I’ve been a member of Williamsburg United Methodist Church for about 25 years. But my journey here started even earlier—back in 1998—long before I officially joined the church or began attending worship. I first came through the doors during the week to attend recovery meetings that this church generously opens its space to host.
In fact, WUMC hosts more recovery meetings than any other church in Williamsburg. That’s something many members might not realize, but it’s incredibly meaningful to those who rely on this building for healing, support, and hope—whether or not they ever attend a Sunday service.
What first drew me in wasn’t a sermon or a program, but what I called “the beehive of activity.” Every time I stopped by, no matter the hour, this building was alive with people coming and going for all kinds of reasons. I didn’t fully understand it at the time—but I was fascinated. What kind of church made itself available to so many people in so many different ways?
Eventually, I began attending worship, and from there, I got involved. That’s when I really began to understand something profound: that the Kingdom of God isn’t some far-off future—it’s here, and now. It’s something we get to live in every day. And it’s something we’re called to give away.
In 2012, I joined a mission team serving the Carolina Honduras Health Foundation alongside Ken and Peggy Hook. I’ve returned every year since. When Ken and Peggy felt it was time to step back, I took over leading those teams—and now, there are two mission teams from WUMC traveling to Honduras each year. We've expanded our work to serve in remote clinics four out of five days while we’re there. The impact we’re making on healthcare in rural Honduras is real, and it’s growing.
One of the most surprising things about my time here—and I think many others would say the same—is how I’ve been led into opportunities I never would have imagined. When I first walked through those basement doors for a recovery meeting, or even when I began attending worship, I never dreamed I’d be leading medical mission teams. But God had something in mind.
That’s the thing about this church—it draws you in when you need help. It surrounds you with fellowship, with activity, with purpose. And then, before you know it, it sends you back out into the world, equipped to serve in ways you never thought possible.
Whether I’m on the ground in Honduras or sitting in a Global Outreach meeting talking about Abukloi or Hope in the Mountains, I know this church is a beacon of light. Its presence is felt far beyond these walls. I carry that light with me wherever I go, and it’s what keeps me rooted here.
I am bound to this church by experience, by love, and by the light that still shines—and continues to guide the work we’re called to do.