West Market Street United Methodist Church

West Market Street United Methodist Church is one of the oldest churches in Greensboro North Carolina, over 175 years old; West Market is located in downtown Greensboro across from the courthouse. West Market is a relatively large church with approximately 2000 members, though not all are active. The current sanctuary was completed in 1893, the third sanctuary built by the congregation. Today the church has grown, with a larger wing adjacent to the sanctuary, and other properties held at other locations. The current Pastor is David Melton, with associate pastors Pam Strader, Scott Nowlan, Pat Spicer, Tom Shriver, Ginger Shields, Erin Althaus, and Bill Ellison.

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