April 27, 2008
Music Practice: Not this week.
Women’s Bible Study: Tonight at 6pm
American Red Cross Information. June 17th. It will be at the Civic Center from noon to 6. We may need a third person to man the tables. Please see Robin. Further details about what we need donated will be posted on the bulletin Board by the Walnut Street door. Thank you.
National Day of Prayer: you can still tell me today if you’d like to participate in the Bible reading at the Courthouse. We need someone to help us with the balloons. Pastor and I just aren’t enough hands. Please tell us if you can help. It’s too late to just walk up the night of the event because we need to have the help and we’ll have to get it elsewhere if we can’t get it from our church.
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Looking for donations: There is going to be a yard sale to earn $ for VBS. Please see Sis. Brandy Mullins
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A minister passing through his church in the middle of the day, decided to pause by the altar and see who had come to pray. Just then the back door opened, a man came down the aisle, the minister frowned as he saw the man hadn't shaved in a while. His shirt was kind of shabby and his coat was worn and frayed, the man knelt, he bowed his head, then rose and walked away. In the days that followed, each noontime came this chap, each time he knelt just for a moment, a lunch pail in his lap. Well, the minister's suspicions grew, with robbery a main fear, he decided to stop the man and ask him, 'What are you doing here?' The old man said, he worked down the road. Lunch was half an hour. Lunchtime was his prayer time, for finding strength and power. 'I stay only moments, see, because the factory is so far away; as I kneel here talking to the Lord, This is what I say:
'I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD, HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN. DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY. SO, JESUS, THIS IS JIM CHECKING IN TODAY.'
The
minister feeling foolish, told Jim that was
fine.
He told the man he was welcome to come and pray
just anytime. Time to go, Jim smiled, said
'Thanks.' He hurried to the door. The
minister knelt at the altar; he'd never done it
before. His cold heart melted, warmed with
love, and met with Jesus there. As the tears
flowed, in his heart, he repeated old Jim's
prayer:
'I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD, HOW HAPPY
I'VE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S
FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN. I
DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU
EVERYDAY. SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME CHECKING IN
TODAY'
Past
noon one day, the minister noticed that old Jim
hadn't come. As more days passed without
Jim, he began to worry some. At the
factory, he asked about him, learning he was
ill. The hospital staff was worried, but
he'd given them a thrill. The week that Jim was
with them, brought changes in the ward. His smiles, a
joy contagious. Changed people were his
reward. The head nurse couldn't
understand why Jim was so glad, when no
flowers, calls or cards came, Not a visitor he
had. The minister stayed by his bed, He
voiced the nurse's concern: No friends came to
show they cared. He had nowhere to turn. Looking
surprised, old Jim spoke up and with a winsome
smile; 'the nurse is wrong, she couldn't
know, that in here all the while every day at
noon He's here, a dear friend of mine, you
see, He sits right down, takes my
hand, Leans over and says to me:
'I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, JIM, HOW HAPPY I
HAVE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND THIS
FRIENDSHIP, AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR
SIN. ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY, I THINK
ABOUT YOU EACH DAY, AND SO JIM, THIS IS
JESUS CHECKING IN TODAY.'
The
Hillbilly's Ten Commandments
(1) Just one God
(2) Honor yer Ma & Pa
(3) No tellin' tales or gossipin'
(4) Git yourself to Sunday meetin'
(5) Put nothin' before God
(6) No foolin' around with another fellow's gal
(7) No killin'
(8) Watch yer mouth
(9) Don't take what ain't yers
(10) Don't be hankerin' for yer buddy's stuff
plain
an' simple
April 20, 2008
Music Practice: Wednesday Night at 5:30pm
Women’s Bible Study: Tonight at 6pm
American Red Cross Information. June 17th. It will be at the Civic Center from noon to 6. We may need a third person to man the tables. Please see Robin. Further details about what we need donated will be posted on the bulletin Board by the Walnut Street door. Thank you.
National Day of Prayer: Women of Witness is sponsoring the reading through the Bible in 15 minutes once again. Please sign up in the back if you want to participate. This will need to be turned in next week so please don’t forget to sign up.
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Looking for donations: There is going to be a yard sale to earn $ for VBS. Please see Sis. Brandy Mullins
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The Heart
“Tomorrow morning,” the surgeon began, ”I'll open up your heart...”
”You'll find Jesus there,” the boy interrupted.
The surgeon looked up, annoyed, “I'll cut your heart open,” he continued, to see how much damage has been done...”
“But when you open up my heart, you’ll find Jesus in there,” said the boy.
The surgeon looked to the parents, who sat quietly. “When I see how much damage has been done, I'll sew your heart and chest back up, and I'll plan what to do next.”
“But you'll find Jesus in my heart. The Bible says He lives there. The hymns all say He lives there. You’ll find Him in my heart.”
The surgeon had had enough. “I'll tell you what I'll find in your heart. I’ll find damaged muscle, low blood supply, and weakened vessels. And I'll find out if I can make you well.”
“You'll find Jesus there too. He lives there.”
The surgeon left. The surgeon sat in his office, recording his notes from the surgery, ”...damaged aorta, damaged pulmonary vein, widespread muscle degeneration. No hope for transplant, no hope for cure. Therapy: painkillers and bed rest. Prognosis: here he paused, 'death within one year.' He stopped the recorder, but there was more to be said.
“Why?” he asked aloud. ”Why did You do this? You've put him here; You've put him in this pain; and You've cursed him to an early death. “Why?”
The Lord answered and said, “The boy, my lamb, was not meant for your flock for long, for he is a part of My flock, and will forever be. Here, in My flock, he will feel no pain, and will be comforted as you cannot imagine. His parents will one day join him here, and they will know peace, and My flock will continue to grow.”
The surgeon's tears were hot, but his anger was hotter. “You created that boy, and You created that heart. He’ll be dead in months. Why?” The Lord answered, “The boy, My lamb, shall return to My flock, for He has done his duty: I did not put My lamb with your flock to lose him, but to retrieve another lost lamb.” The surgeon wept... The surgeon sat beside the boy' s bed; the boy's parents sat across from him. The boy awoke and whispered, “Did you cut open my heart?”
“Yes,” said the surgeon.
“What did you find?” asked the boy.
“I found Jesus there,” said the surgeon.
April 13, 2008
Prayer Requests:
1. Peg Gibson – Health
2. Brenda Mourer – Unspoken
3. Danielle Brown – Strength & Endurance
4. Candy Williams – Unspoken
5. Tyler Norman – Salvation
6. Erma Brown & Family – Unspoken
7. Jamison Alford - Unspoken
Music Practice: Wednesday Night at 5:30pm
Women’s Bible Study: Tonight at 6pm
American Red Cross Information. June 17th. It will be at the Civic Center from noon to 6. We may need a third person to man the tables. Please see Robin. Further details about what we need donated will be posted on the bulletin Board by the Walnut Street door. Thank you.
Women of Faith Conference: Hey ladies, the Women’s Bible Study Group has 3 extra tickets to the Conference. We were wondering if any of you would like to join us. The tickets were $119 each but we are selling them for $97 at this time. The dates are July 18 & 19. See Robin if interested.
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Looking for donations: There is going to be a yard sale to earn $ for VBS. Please see Sis. Brandy Mullins
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You Are Invited: To a Premier Jewelry Party @ 607 S. 12th St on April 17 @ 7pm. Hosted by Sis. Betty Larntz. Please RSVP if attending.
My question to all of you is: Would you have made the same choice? At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question, "When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?” The audience was stilled by the query. The father continued. "I believe, that when a child like Shay comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes, in the way other people treat that child.” Then he told the following story: Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they'll let me play?" Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging. Shay’s father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and, getting none, he took matters into his own hands and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.” In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the outfield. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat. At this juncture, let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible 'cause Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball. However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able to make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game. Instead, the pitcher took the ball and turned and threw the ball on a high arc to right field, far beyond the reach of the first baseman. Everyone started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in his life had Shay ever made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled. Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!" By the time Shay rounded first base, the right fielder had the ball. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions and intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward second base as the runners ahead of him deliriously circled the bases toward home. Shay reached second base, the opposing shortstop ran to him, turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third!” As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams were screaming, "Shay, run home!" Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the "grand slam” and won the game for his team. "That day," said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, "the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world."
April 6, 2008
Music Practice: Wednesday Night at 5:30pm
Women’s Bible Study: Tonight at 6pm
American Red Cross Information. June 17th. It will be at the Civic Center from noon to 6. We may need a third person to man the tables. Please see Robin. Further details about what we need donated will be posted on the bulletin Board by the Walnut Street door. Thank you.
WOW Tea: The annual Women of Witness Tea will be on Saturday, April 12, from 2 to 4 in the afternoon. Cost is $5 at the door. If there is anyone who would like to go together please see Robin. If there is anyone who would like to go but doesn’t have the extra $5 please see Robin.
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Attention Cleaners: Now that Cindy Coakley is no longer here to get you into the church, you need to remember to pick up the church key on Wednesday and return it the following Sunday for the next crew. Thanks. May God bless you for your faithfulness to the House of God.
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HAPPY
BIRTHDAY
Friday: Haven Mizer
Happy Anniversary
Friday: Brent & Karen Maple
Saturday: Doris & Terry Casey
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You
Are Invited: To a
Premier Jewelry Party @ 607 S. 12th
St on
April 17 @ 7pm. Hosted by Sis. Betty Larntz. Please
RSVP if attending.
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I Wish You Enough
Recently
I overheard a mother and daughter in their last
moments together at the airport. They
had announced the departure. Standing near
the security gate, they hugged and the mother said,
"I love you and I wish you enough". The daughter
replied, "Mom, our life together has been more
than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I
wish you enough, too, Mom". They kissed and the
daughter left. The mother walked over to the
window where I was seated. Standing there I could see
she wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to
intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by
asking, "Did you ever say good-bye to someone
knowing it would be forever?". Yes, I have," I
replied. "Forgive me for asking, but why is this
a forever good-bye?” "I am old and she lives so
far away. I have challenges ahead and the
reality is - the next trip back will be for my
funeral," she said. "When you were saying
good-bye, I heard you say, ‘I wish you enough'.
May I ask what that means?” She began to
smile. "That's a wish that has been handed down
from other generations. My parents used to say
it to everyone". She paused a moment and looked
up as if trying to remember it in detail and she
smiled even more. "When we said, 'I wish you enough',
we were wanting the other person to have a life
filled with just enough good things to sustain them".
Then turning toward me, she shared the following
as if she were reciting it from memory. I wish
you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no
matter how gray the day may appear. I wish you
enough rain to appreciate the sun
even more. I wish you enough happiness to
keep your spirit alive and everlasting. I
wish you enough pain so that even the
smallest of joys in life may appear
bigger. I wish you enough gain to satisfy your
wanting. I wish you enough loss to appreciate
all that you possess. I wish you enough
hellos to get you through the final
good-bye. She then began to cry and walked
away.
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Do
you suffer from “Potty Mouth” when things
go wrong? Perhaps your problem is “Promises I
Can’t Keep Fever” or maybe
“Foot-In-Mouth-Itis” ! Worry no more!
David showed us the answer to conquer these pesky
ailments in Psalm 17 verse three. It says:
I have resolved that my
mouth will not sin.
Definition
for resolve: to come
to a definite or earnest decision about; determine
(to do something).
Hmmmmm. Who-da thunk it could be so easy?