Hello everyone,


It's been a while since I have posted an update on the happenings at Mt. Calvary Missionary Baptist Church. A lot has taken place over the last several months, but most importantly God has been blessing our church.

PEOPLE ARE BEING SAVED! What better thing could I update with than the news that we have been able to witness two souls saved just recently at our church? 


PEOPLE ARE JOINING THE CHURCH! The scriptures teaches us to unite ourself with a scriptural, new testament church, where we can grow in grace and knowledge. We are so thankful that the Lord has been leading people to follow the Lord in baptism as well as a few members coming to us by credit of letter from other Sister Missionary Baptist Churches. We have been praying for workers that could and WOULD labor in the harvest with us. 


PEOPLE ARE LEARNING! We are having some outstanding Sunday School classes and Wednesday evening bible studies....we even have expanded to include youth centered classes so that we can accommodate people of all ages. It's wonderful to hear the laughter of young people in our church. Not only that, but people are reading their bibles....and praying. Great Commission in action!


God is blessing our church, won't you come visit and see the difference?


-Brother Taylor Gregory, Pastor
Mt. Calvary Missionary Baptist Church
​Nashville, Tennessee

Sadly, before my time there was an excellent man of God named Elder H.C Vanderpool who pastored many churches, preached thousands of sermons, and no doubt spurred many a good debate about what True Baptist's believe.


In my opinion, you have to found your beliefs on something. If you do not, then you will simply fall into anything. I am elated and overjoyed that God placed me into a Baptist Church, a sound Baptist Church. Trust me, they aren't all the same.


If you would like some reading, on "What True Baptist's Believe" I encourage you to take a look at this little pamphlet that was made by Brother Vanderpool in 1979 about what it means to be a true Baptist.


We are a true, sound, Missionary Baptist Church that stands upon the principles that God set forth in his Holy Scriptures.


He is a good God!



-Brother Taylor Gregory
Mt. Calvary Missionary Baptist Church
Nashville Tennessee

What a busy couple of months!

Hello, everyone, I hope each of you are having a great day, week, month, year, etc. It's been a while since I have posted anything, but I wanted you to know that we are very much an active site. We check the emails you send, the comments you make, and we are uploading sermons every week. Hopefully they are helpful to you!


Mt. Calvary has been extremely blessed through this website with visitors coming because they have stumbled upon it. What a blessing! So, if you are looking at this and would like to stop in too, we would love to have you.



God is blessing our church.


-Brother Taylor Gregory
​Mt. Calvary MBC, Nashville Tennessee.

These are long forgotten about. Wednesday Evening Prayer Meeting and Sunday Evening Services have both taken their place on the chopping block. 


It seems to be a new trend that Churches aren't holding them mostly because of an inconvenience to the members. I know our lives become so busy that we fill our days to the brim with many activities. However, I pray that God will never allow me to be so busy that I don't have time to study his word. 


Mid-Week services are important. Not only is it a time of Bible-Study, but it is also a time to assemble yourselves back together with the Church. Those who are striving to keep their life as close to the Lord as possible. It is also a time of prayer and fellowship with a Church family. Many times I have attended a mid-week service where God has moved among the congregation causing a service to break out. I've witnessed people get saved, join the church, tell about salvation for the first time. It is a blessed time!

Please don't forget about the mid-week services. They are important. If you don't think so, just try it and see the difference it will make in your week.

We, feel at Mt. Calvary, that this time is special. If you haven't been attending, or your Church is not having them consider joining us for study, prayer, and fellowship.

It is a small church, but with a huge heart.


Brother Taylor Gregory
Mt. Calvary Missionary Baptist Church
​Nashville Tennessee

I can still remember how bad it hurt. Conviction was so real that night.
The night that I got saved was probably no different than any other revival service I had ever attended as a lost person. I hated it. People wanted to come and talk to me about it and try to persuade me to go to the Mourner's Bench (pew in front of the Pulpit) to pray. What I really wanted was for them to leave me alone. 
However, it was different. It really hurt. My heart was absolutely broken. Usually in order for me to bow and pray somebody had to come and talk to me (when I was younger this was very commonplace, not as prevalent today). That night nobody came. They were singing and to be frank it was just breaking me more and more. Still, nobody came to me. 
The service hadn't been going to long when my dam broke and tears just came flowing. I am not a crier, never have been. I was deeply convicted and I knew I had to do something.
Backing up just a little bit to give you a bit of perspective I had been "lost" (seeking the Lord, being a mourner, on the altar, seeker) for a few years. In all honesty I had began doubting the existence of God. I'd grown up in church, went to Sunday School, Vacation Bible School, revival, prayer meeting., etc. My Grandad was a Deacon and Preacher. These people (my family) wouldn't have it any other way than for me to be in a church house every time the doors were open. I'd gone because it was my obligation. I reached the age of accountability (the point when you become "lost" and separated from God, meaning you MUST be saved), or at least I had been convinced that I was. I sought the Lord for salvation assuming if he was going to save anyone, I'd be first on the list. Nope. Didn't happen that way. I was a good kid for the most part. I always felt like he HAD to save me. I was wrong again. 
After seeing basically every other young person around me at Pleasant Hill get "saved" I had my mind up that one of two things were happening. These "religious folk" were insane and caught on some emotional trip. In my mind, this whole "salvation" junk was just a part of their imagination. Many times I considered just telling them I had been saved so they would pass me by and get off my back. I didn't because every time I would go to the altar and then get up someone would look at me expectantly, hoping, praying, wishing that maybe this would be the time. I'm sure telling them I was okay would have made them feel good, but I didn't want to lie. I was still sure they had lost their mind. The next thing I assumed was that God was not real, and these people had subscribed to a fairy tale. You mean to tell me some baby was born in a manger, lived 33 1/2 years and then died on a cross....FOR ME? Yeah, right. I never told anyone how I felt. My family was far to invested in church for them to ever let me get away with that notion. I kept it to myself. I wasn't hurting anyone or so I thought.
Back to this night, I went to revival because essentially I was made too. Revival time meant you went regardless of what your plans were. You shutup, you went, and you payed attention. 
This time was different. My heart literally felt as though it has been broken right in two. I was so sad for some reason. I was in some trouble. Again, remember that I was doubting the very existence of God at this point. I was still so heart broken. Yet nobody was even concerned about me it seemed. Couldn't they see I was sad? 
I had to do something. I remember looking into the A-women corner (some of the ladies of the church sat there beside the Pulpit, directly opposite from the Amen Corner) and seeing my Great-Grandmother, Sister Brenda Tuttle, Sister Linda Delk, my Grandmother, and Sister Wheet and they had this look of contentment while they were singing. Here I was in complete turmoil and they were content. This picture was all wrong. 
I very vividly remember just wishing someone, ANYONE would just come and ask me if I was lost. I wanted them too. It's funny how I hated it before, but now I just wanted someone to care. 
I gave up. Nobody was coming so I just dropped to my knees on the front seat and began to do the only thing I knew to do. This felt familiar. I'd been here before. I was so desperate for relief even death right then had to feel better. I don't remember what I said (it isn't even about what we say, or do for that matter), but I'm sure I used the same argument as before. Only half believing this story I had been told. This was so much different though. I really did believe this time. I knew the only way I would get relief is from the one I had heard about for so long. I knew he loved me. I do remember getting to a point that I was not going ANYWHERE until I felt better and BAM something happened. The hurt was gone. I felt such peace and happiness that was not there before. I'd heard about this before, and it felt so good.
Immediately, the devil tried to convince me it was all an emotional thing. It wasn't real, it wouldn't last, and God still was not real. Despite this nagging from him; I was at such peace. I got up from the seat seeing those same expectant faces just waiting, hoping, praying, wishing that tonight was the night. The first person I remember seeing was Sister Wanda Spears. She was the prettiest lady I had ever seen in the world. They asked, and I just told them I was still lost. The devil won that battle. 
I left that night and didn't tell anyone. In fact, nobody knew until the following year when they opened the doors at Pleasant Hill and I joined the church the first Sunday of the revival. After that night I couldn't pray for my soul anymore (it was as saved as it would ever be) the best part about it was that I still felt that same peace. I'd still periodically go to the altar to "pray" for my soul. No need. I was saved.
For a long time, I wouldn't tell when I got saved because to be honest I could not remember the day. It bothered me so bad. Anytime I would pray to the Lord and ask about my soul he would remind me of that night and the peace I had. I couldn't get passed my "spot". The best I can recall it was on July 14th, 2004.
I'm not sure that anyone has read this far, or if anyone will. Regardless,I felt compelled to share this with you should find yourself this far in. You see it has been almost 12 years this coming July since that night. That same peace I told you about is still there and it always will be. God took a little sinner boy such as myself whose soul was stained scarlet red because of my sins and washed it in the red blood of a perfect Savior making it white as snow. Only a true and living God could do that.
Salvation is between a person and God. No middle man. Nobody else is needed (you must hear the Gospel at some point) to save. I've even been Baptized into the Lord's church. However, you see what happened on the front seat of that little country church is what saved me. It was a year later before I followed the Lord in baptism. Yet I was as saved then as I was the day Elder Ronald Delk plunged me into the Drakes Creek. 
Maybe this all seems far fetched. Insane. Crazy. Emotion driven. I've been there, I understand. I'll say this though since that day my life has been changed and I can guarantee he'll change yours too. If you'll let him.
Today, I am Pastor and a member of Mt. Calvary Missionary Baptist Church in Nashville Tennessee.

God Bless those who may read this. I pray it may touch you in someway. 


In Love,

Brother Taylor Gregory
Mt. Calvary Missionary Baptist Church
Nashville Tennessee, 5208 Nolensville Road, 37211.

Dear Friends & Visitors,


We have decided to cancel our services tomorrow January 24th, 2016. Sunday School, Sunday Morning and Evening Worship as well. It pains us to do so, but it is needed since the winter storm has disabled much of the city.


We hope you will take this time to study and spend it with your family. Stay safe and warm!


See you Wednesday Night, or next Sunday Morning. 


Love,

Brother Taylor Gregory

In just a few days it will once again be the Thanksgiving Holiday! It is one of the most heavily traveled weeks/days of the year. As people rush from house to house on Thanksgiving day eating massive amounts of food, and maybe lounging around watching the football game it is my hope that people will not forget why we are celebrating. 

BE THANKFUL! No, you're right, we should be thankful everyday. This day just seems to bring it out in people (or for 30 days on Facebook...thats almost over right?). Regardless of how bad your year has been, or what may have happened there is something you can find to be thankful for. Now, you may have to search pretty deep....but if you'll look it will be found. 


Whatever you do this week, be safe. As people travel, rush to the outlet malls on Thanksgiving night to find the elusive perfect gift for Christmas, lounge around after eating every bit of turkey in your home, or simply spending it with family, just take a few moments that day and just say "thank you" to someone. No doubt someone has impacted you're life, and never forget to thank the Lord. Has he not been good?


From all of us at Mt. Calvary Missionary Baptist Church, to wherever you may be we want to wish you a "Happy Thanksgiving" and may God richly bless you in this Holiday season.

​-Brother Taylor

I've always enjoyed the singing that takes place in church. Most Missionary Baptist Churches sing hymns. Most have been written many years ago by people who have long been gone. However, they still hold such a message for us today. I love them.


Last night as the church was singing and all of those who sang the alto part gathered into the "A-women" corner of the church it almost sounded like angels had stopped by for a little singing. It was absolutely beautiful. I'm very proud of our singing at Mt. Calvary. It is always uplifting and spiritual. The song service is important to worship! 

I mentioned while I was preaching about the song God's children will sing when they finally gather to worship the Lord and Savior around the throne. As much as I enjoy that beautiful 4-part harmony singing; nothing can or will compare to the song of redemption. Even those of us who may not have the greatest voices here will have a beautiful voice in Heaven.

I look forward to that day.


Bro. Taylor Gregory
​Mt. Calvary Missionary Baptist Church

Sometimes I need to just thank the Lord. Actually, I always need to thank the Lord. We always need to thank the Lord.


God has been good to me, my family, and my church family. It seems as if every time every Sunday is a surprise. It's good to go wondering how God is going to bless that day.

Sometimes its obvious. At times it is in the stillness of a song. Or maybe in the dismissal prayer. Today, it was welcoming a new member into our church. 

God is blessing Mt. Calvary Missionary Baptist Church.


So, I just want to say "Thank you, Lord" for that place that sits on Nolensville road. May God ever bless that band of faithful few.


Bro. Taylor Gregory,
Mt. Calvary MBC

While we aren't sure just exactly who is viewing this website. You may be seeing it for the first time or could be a reoccurring visitor to our online home here at Mt. Calvary. Either way do not fear we are not going to abandon this website after a few short months leaving it in an un-updated state. It is our desire to have this website to uplift and give honor and glory to the Lord.


Sermons will begin appearing as well. The last few weeks our recording equipment has gone through some adjustments so that maybe the listening quality will be better. I can't guarantee the preacher will get much better though. Never fear if you're enjoying them, they will be back. 

God Bless you for stopping by and seeing us! If you ever get the chance come see us in person as well. We would really love to have you with us. We are a growing church!


Bro. Taylor Gregory,
Mt. Calvary Missionary Baptist Church