If you live in Hoboken you know the rhythm.

People are busy, thoughtful and often skeptical. Many are building careers, relationships or raising young families, often carrying more than they let on. I see it in the way people pause before opening the door. In the deep breath they take. In the way they scan the room, just trying to figure out if they can exhale.

Some Sundays, I recognize myself in them.

I remember seasons in my own life when walking into a church felt heavy. When faith felt complicated. When I wasn’t sure what I believed, only that I needed something to be steady. That’s part of why standing at the door matters to me because I know what it feels like to walk in hoping you won’t be judged, fixed or pressured.

Most of the time, the moment is simple. A hello. A smile. Eye contact that lasts just a little longer than usual. I tell people, “You’re genuinely welcome here and there’s no pressure to do anything but be yourself.” And sometimes, almost as an aside, I add, “You can grab donuts too. They’re actually really good.”

It sounds small. It is small. But I’ve watched shoulders drop in that moment. I’ve seen people soften. I’ve seen relief wash over faces that looked tired before they ever stepped inside.

One of the things people love most about Hoboken Grace is the community, and I’ve had a front row seat to what that really looks like.

Late last year, I met a young woman who was visiting for the first time. She was a nurse, coming off long shifts and she arrived quietly, almost apologetically, just trying to make it in the door. I remember thinking how much courage it takes to show up when you’re already exhausted.

Over time, I watched something shift. She kept coming back. She found people who knew her name. She joined a women’s group. She started serving. And not long ago she showed up with a friend.

There was no pressure. No big moment. Just community doing what community does best, creating a place where someone can belong, heal and grow at their own pace.

Because people feel like they belong here.

We don’t do sermons here. We share messages. Conversations meant to meet people where they are, not tell them where they should be. And what I’ve learned is that belonging often comes before believing.

I believe we have a living God who is always moving even when we don’t see it. Especially when we don’t see it. And I believe He often works through moments that don’t look spiritual at all. A calm welcome. A kind word. Someone noticing you before you disappear into the crowd.

When new people join the 1st Impressions team, I tell them I have the easiest role in the church. All you really need to do is smile and help people feel like they belong here. God takes care of the rest.

In a city like Hoboken, where so much of life is measured by performance and appearance, offering a place where people can simply be human matters.

So if you’re new, unsure, skeptical or carrying something heavy, you’re welcome here.

You don’t need answers. You don’t need to rush anything. You don’t need to pretend.

Just come as you are.

And if you ever find yourself wanting to be part of creating that kind of space for someone else, 1st Impressions is a beautiful place to start. It usually begins with a simple moment.