New friends and fellow worshipers wanted! 


If you like a small community of worshipers where everybody knows your name, we welcome you to the Episcopal Church of St. Mary Magdalene on Montgomery Rd. just north of Columbia Rd. in Landen. We share facilities with Deerfield United Methodist Church and Sunday service is at 9:30. This is a family of believers that can be traced back to Jesus Christ and his disciples- but is as modern as tomorrow. Come and believe with us.

On Sunday morning we have a great time figuring out what the Bible teaches us and our need to know.

Serving Maineville, Deerfield Township, Landen, Loveland,

Foster, South Lebanon,  Rivers Bend, Hamilton Township and environs.


It's no secret that the clear majority of those in Episcopal Church pews on Sunday mornings were not born Episcopalians.  Most of us came from other Christian denominations or from no church background at all.  So, what's the draw?


Since many converts come as adults, chances are logic and reason play a role in a person’s decision to become an Episcopalian.  The Episcopal Church has consistently been labeled as a “middle road” between Roman Catholicism and Protestantism.  We bring the reverence and rootedness of ancient tradition alongside a clear devotion to the Bible and priesthood of all believers.  In years past, in fact, some people suggested that were America to unite under one central religion, it just might be the Episcopal Church.  It is worth noting that the National Cathedral in Washington, DC, host to some of the nation’s most important religious events, is an Episcopal church.


Thoght for the day

The carpenter I hired to help me restore an old farmhouse had just
finished a rough first day on the job. A flat tire made him lose an
hour of work, his electric saw quit and now his ancient pickup truck
refused to start.

While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving he
invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door,
he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches
with both hands. Upon opening the door he underwent an amazing
transformation. His tan face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his
two small children and gave his wife a kiss.

Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity
got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do
earlier. "Oh, that's my trouble tree", he replied. " I know I can't
help having troubles on the job, but one thing for sure, troubles
don't belong in the house with my wife and children. So I just hang
them up on the tree every night when I come home. Then in the morning
I pick them up again." "Funny thing is," he smiled, "when I come out
in the morning to pick them up, there aren't nearly as many as I
remember hanging up the night before."