Editor’s Note: This article ran in the New York Times on Sunday, February 1. The church featured in this piece, Church in the Canyon, is a PCA congregation led by Teaching Elder Bob Bjerkaas.
CALABASAS, Calif. — It began as just another Sunday at a little church along Las Virgenes Road, on a quiet edge of suburban Los Angeles. The Church in the Canyon is an unremarkable box of a building, with a flat roof over glass front doors.
It was about 9:45 a.m. The Sunday worship service was an hour away. A ceiling of low clouds obscured the tops of the bare, brown hills across the road.
You cannot always see the moment that the world is about to change.
Elizabeth Howland Forrest had just arrived from Santa Monica, mesmerized along the way by the low-flying helicopter that she followed west for several miles on Highway 101. It weaved so masterfully with the bends in the road, she thought, until she lost sight of it ahead of her. She got off at the Las Virgenes exit, hit green lights at the strip center and the apartments, and parked at the church. She checked her makeup in the rearview mirror.
Scott Daehlin, who lives in a G.M.C. Safari in the parking lot, had prepared the sanctuary’s sound system for choir practice and stepped outside to get something from his van. Jerry Kocharian, a church member and maintenance worker, stood with his coffee on the opposite side of the building.