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January 29,2012 Bulletin

January 29th, 2012

New Requests:

Continuing Requests: Jerry Love, Jason Cox, Ellen Moore, Teresa Gibson,

Weddington baby, Larry Carrington

Cancer Patients: Lanny Cooper, Earl Cooper, William Jordan, Angie Bussell, Tara

McCann, Kathy Sower, Ruth Hurst, Edith Westfall, Billy Barbour, Lottie Cook,

Odist Riley, Karen Flannigan, Alexandra Mason

REMINDERS

Sunday Night Services—Comparison of Religions

Birthdays January 30 Sam Love

February 1 Jacqui Cordle

McCann, Kathy Sower, Ruth Hurst, Edith Westfall, Billy Barbour, Lottie Cook,

Odist Riley, Karen Flannigan, Alexandra Mason

Elderly and Shut Ins and their Families: Maxine Soards, Helen Dixon, Ina Hurst,

Sammy Ginn, Gardena Ginn, Flora Wells, Charles Riley, Donald Lykins, Sr., Lance

O’Cull, Joe Hardy, Carol Wills, Marie Drexell, Louella Ruark

Our Web Prayer Requests, Our Troops, Unspoken Needs, Missionaries, the

“Lost”, the Emotionally, Physically and Spiritually Troubled


Praise From Whom All Blessings Flow

Thomas Ken (1637-1711) was an Englishman and an ordained Anglican priest. He served as Rector of several parishes, was briefly chaplain to Princess Mary, and later to the British fleet. He published many poems, along with a Manual of Prayers.
After his parents died, Thomas was enrolled by his sister into an all- boy’s school, Winchester College. He would return to the same school as Chaplain many years later. In order to motivate his students in their devotions, Thomas wrote a three stanza hymn — one verse to be sung upon waking and one before bed. The third verse was to be sung at midnight, if a boy found sleep difficult.
Today, the writing of this hymn may seem an innovative way to motivate teenage boys. In Thomas’ day however, the writing of this hymn for such a purpose was somewhat revolutionary. For centuries hymns of the church were sung only by monks. Although at this point in history protestant churches in some countries were beginning to introduce hymns into congregational singing, it would be several years before England would officially sanction the practice (See: History of Hymns). For this reason, Thomas Ken has been called ‘England’s first hymnist.’
The refrain to all three verses of Thomas’ hymn has since become one of the most widely-sung songs in the world, and is referred to in many circles simply as, The Doxology
Towards the end of his life, Thomas Ken was imprisoned by King James II, for his forward Protestant thinking. Upon his release, he quietly retired from the priesthood and went to live with some friends until his death, on March 11, 1711. When he was buried at sunrise, The Doxologywas sung at his funeral.

Praise God From Whom All Blessings Flow(The Doxology)

Praise God from Whom all blessings flow
Praise Him all creatures here below
Praise Him above ye heavenly hosts
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
Amen 

Praise To My Lord

When You were planning my sojourn on earth,
You determined the time and place of my birth.
Thank You, dear Lord for placing me here,
In a country You’ve blessed and I live without fear.
When I accepted Jesus, You already knew,
The day and the time I’d surrender to You.
You knew as a Christian, my growth would be slow,
Thank You for Your patience ~ now I’m ready to grow.
You are the potter Lord; I am the clay.
Mold me and shape me Your own special way.
Make me in a way I will magnify You.
And I will live daily, as You want me to.
With each breath You give, I’ll praise You each day.
Your spirit will guide me to walk in Your way.
Daily I will strive to abide in Your will,
And give You the glory for each task I fulfill.
You are my Master ~ You’re still on Your throne.
You’re always with me ~ I’m never alone.
I want to serve You ~ You are my King.
I love and adore You ~ Your praises I sing.
Thank You dear Lord for Your mercy and grace.
Thank You sweet Jesus for taking my place.
When You hung on that cross, You were thinking of me.
I praise You each day ~ Your death set me free.
When I arise each morning, the first thing I do,
Is lift up my arms and give praises to You.
I ask that Your Spirit overflow in my soul
So all that I meet, will know it’s You I behold.


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November 27,2011

November 28th, 2011

New Requests: Harry Hester Family, Marie Dummitt Family, Vicki Clark, Carolyn

Compton, Mary Swearingen Family

Continuing Requests: Jerry Love, Jason Cox, Scott Sullivan, Ellen Moore, Marie

Drexel

Cancer Patients: Lanny Cooper, Earl Cooper, Joe Hewlett, William Jordan, Paul

Roberts, Stacy Pingleton, Andrew Grigson, Angie Bussell, Tara McCann

Kathy Sower, Alex Mason, John O’Cull, Ruth Hurst, Star John, Edith Westfall

Elderly and Shut Ins and their Families: Maxine Soards, Carrie Edington, Helen

Dixon, Ina Hurst, Sammy Ginn, Gardena Ginn, Flora Wells, Charles Riley, Donald

Lykins, Sr., Lance O’Cull, Joe Hardy, Emma Jordan, Wilson Moore, Malcolm Roe,

Mitch Hickle, Carol Wills, E. V. Holder, Paul Collier

Our Web Prayer Requests, Our Troops, Unspoken Needs, Missionaries, the

“Lost”, the Emotionally, Physically and Spiritually Troubled

 

Sunday Night Bible Study—Bible Prophecy

 

 

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Birthdays and Anniversaries

 

 

November 27 Michelle Himes

 

November 28 Stephen Cordle

 

December 2 Daneyl Carrington

 

December 3 George/Daneyl Carrington

 

December 3 Carol Cunningham

 

December 3 Mark Vergne

 

 

Will the Christ Child Come?


One Christmas we had an interesting experience that I would like to share. Halfway through December we were doing the regular evening things when there was a knock at the door. We opened it to find a small package with a beautiful ceramic lamb inside. We looked at the calendar and realized that the 12 days of Christmas were beginning! We waited excitedly for the next night’s surprise and only then, with the gift of a matching shepherd, did we realize that the lamb was part of a nativity set.
Each night we grew more excited to see what piece we would receive. Each was exquisitely beautiful. The kids kept trying to catch the givers as we slowly built the scene at the manger and began to focus on Christ’s birth.
On Christmas Eve, all the pieces were in place, all but the Baby Jesus. My 12-year-old son really wanted to catch our benefactors and began to devise all kinds of ways to trap them. He ate dinner in the minivan, watching and waiting, but no one came. Finally, we called him in to go through our family’s Christmas Eve traditions. But before the kids went to bed, we checked the front step – - no Baby Jesus! We began to worry that my son had scared them off. My husband suggested that maybe they dropped the Jesus and there wouldn’t be anything coming. Somehow, something was missing that Christmas Eve.
There was a feeling that things weren’t complete. The kids went to bed and before I went to bed, I again checked to see if the Jesus had come – - no, the doorstep was empty. In our family, the kids can open their stockings when they want to, but they have to wait to open any presents until Dad wakes up. So one by one they woke up very early and I also woke up to watch them. Even before they opened their stockings, each child checked to see if perhaps during the night the Baby Jesus had come.
Missing that piece of the set seemed to have an odd effect. At least it changed my focus. I knew there were presents under the tree for me and I was excited to watch the children open their gifts, but first on my mind was the feeling of waiting for the ceramic Christ Child. We had opened just about all of the presents when one of the children found one more for me buried deep beneath the limbs of the tree.
He handed me a small package from my former visiting teaching companion. This sister was somewhat less-active in the church. I had been her visiting teacher for a couple of years and then, when she was asked to be a visiting teacher, she requested to go with me. I had learned over time they didn’t have much for Christmas, so that their focus was on the children. It sounded like she didn’t get many gifts to open, so I had always given her a small package — new dish towels, the next year’s Relief Society lesson manual — not much, but something for her to open.
I was touched when at church on the day before Christmas, she had given me this small package, saying it was just a token of her love and appreciation. As I took off the bow, I remembered my friendship with her and was filled with gratitude for knowing her and for her kindness and sacrifice in this giving me a gift. But as the paper fell away, I began to tremble and cry. There in the small brown box was the Baby Jesus! He had come!
I realized on that Christmas Day, that Christ will come into our lives in ways that we don’t expect. The spirit of Christ comes into our hearts as we serve one another. We had waited and watched for Him to come, expecting the dramatic “knock at the door and scurrying of feet” but He came in a small, simple package that represented service, friendship, gratitude and love.
This experience taught me that the beginning of the true spirit of Christmas comes as we open our hearts and actively focus on the Savior. But we will most likely find Him in the small and simple acts of love, friendship and service that we give to each other. This Christmas I want to feel again the joy of knowing that Christ is in our home. I want to focus on loving and serving. More than that, I want to open my heart to Him all year that I may see Him again.
“She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins.”   (Matthew 1:21 NIV)

Don’t Worry, Let God


Why do we tend to worry about the things we cannot change?
We only need to remember that God has our lives arranged.
He knew us when we were being formed within our mother’s womb.
He planned our life ahead of time from our birth until the tomb.
He knows our problems and our fears we have to face each day.
Just trust He’ll walk beside us and know He’ll be with us all the way.
When we think we can’t get through the day and let despair set in,
Just look above and ask for the help that He’s always ready to send.
Rather than placing our trust in God, we often think we can do it alone.
This is just part of our human nature; the sin of pride as it is known.
God loves us dearly and wants to help us; He’s just a prayer away.
Let’s call upon His wonderful name; He’ll get us through our day.
I have had many days I thought I would never get through.
But when I stopped and talked to God, He said, “I’m here for you.”
When I heard His tender voice, it gave me the strength I needed.
My friends I’m here to tell you, with God you can’t be defeated.
There is no worry or problem that’s too big for our Lord to handle.
Remember that on our darkest days, His love is like a candle.
His love for us will light our way with a beam so very bright.
No matter what we have to face, God will help us win the fight.

 

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October 30,2011 Bulletin

October 30th, 2011

 New Requests: Maurice Kennedy Family, Terry Porter

Continuing Requests: Jason Cox, Paul Collier, John McLaughlin, Glen Nolen,

Jenny Gilbert

Cancer Patients: Lanny Cooper, Earl Cooper, Joe Hewlett, William Jordan, Paul Roberts, Stacy Pingleton, Andrew Grigson, Angie Bussell, Tara McCann

Kathy Sower, Alex Mason, John O’Cull

Elderly and Shut Ins and their Families: Maxine Soards, Carrie Edington, Helen

Dixon, Ina Hurst, Sammy Ginn, Gardena Ginn, Flora Wells, Charles Riley, Donald

Lykins, Sr., Lance O’Cull, Joe Hardy, Emma Jordan, Wilson Moore, Malcolm Roe,

Mary Swearingen, Mitch Hickle, Carol Wills, Evelyn Bare, Louella Ruark

Our Web Prayer Requests, Our Troops, Unspoken Needs, Missionaries, the

“Lost”, the Emotionally, Physically and Spiritually Troubled

REMINDERS

Sunday Night Bible Study—Acts 23

Ladies Retreat—October 29th—47 in attendance/15 churches represented.

Birthdays  October 30  Keric Sullivan

                                                                                                     November 2  John Paul Cordle

                                                                                                     November 2 Mary Highfield

                                                                                                     November 4Judy Iery

 

Thank You, Lord

Lord, thank you for this sink of dirty dishes; we have plenty of food to eat. Thank you for this pile of dirty, stinky laundry; we have plenty of nice clothes to wear. And I would like to thank you, Lord, for those unmade beds; they were so warm and comfortable last night. I know that many have no bed.
My thanks to you, Lord, for this bathroom, complete with all the splattered mirrors, soggy, grimy towels and dirty lavatory; they are so convenient. Thank you for this finger-smudged refrigerator that needs cleaning. It has served us faithfully for many years. It is full of cold drinks

and enough leftovers for two or three meals. Thank you, Lord, for this oven that absolutely must be cleaned today; It has baked so many things over the years.
The whole family is grateful for that tall grass that needs mowing; we all enjoy the yard. My kids are healthy and able to run and play. Lord, the presence of all these chores awaiting me says You have richly blessed my family. I shall do them cheerfully and I shall do them gratefully.
Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings, Thank you, Lord, that I can hear. There are many who are deaf. Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light as long as possible, thank you, Lord, that I can see. Many are blind. Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising, thank you, Lord, that I have the strength to rise. There are many who are bedridden. Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are lost, toast is burned, and tempers are short, my children are so loud, Thank you, Lord, for my family. There are many who are lonely.
Even though our breakfast table never looks like the pictures in magazines and the menu is at times not balanced, there are many who are hungry. Even though the routine of my job is often monotonous, thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to work. There are many who have no job. Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my circumstances were not so modest, Thank you, Lord, for life.
Addendum — Ephesians 5:20 (GNB) “In the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, always give thanks for everything to God the Father.”

Keeping The Peace 
Do you remember the famous feud between the Hatfields and the McCoys? A squabble started between these families in the states of Kentucky and West Virginia during the American Civil War. After the war, the feud was kept alive by disputes over a fiddle worth $1.75 and a stray razorback hog.
 According to Stan Mooneyham, "Dancing on The Strait & Narrow," by Election Day 1882 the situation deteriorated to the point that three McCoy brothers killed Ellison Hatfield because he had insulted them. "Devil Anse," head of the Hatfield clan, had the three McCoys rounded up and tied to bushes within sight of their family cabin; then he put fifty rifle bullets into them. After that it was a life for a life -- sometimes two or three -- and even the women became just part of the body count. Hostilities didn't finally abate until the second decade of the twentieth century. The cost to those two families was immense. Almost thirty deaths were recorded in the most famous example of eye-for-an-eye revenge in U.S. history.
 You've seen this scene in the movies: a rugged cowboy pats his pearl-handled six-shooter in a holster hanging from his hip and drawls, "This here is my peacemaker." Peacemaker? Maybe widow-maker. Or orphan-maker. The problem is, shooting people is not a good way to peace. It's a little like the father who, while spanking his child, said, almost in cadence with each slap, "HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO HIT YOUR SISTER!" Gotta love the irony.
 If force and violence can't bring peace out of chaos, what can? What does it take to make peace? And to keep it?
 The answer is clear. Peacemakers are not weapons -- peacemakers are people. You and I. Peacemakers are people with hearts for reconciliation and understanding. In our families; with our neighbors; around the world.
 Level-headed and patient people have always been the best hope for a lasting and just peace. That is the only way it has ever worked.
Perhaps that's why peacemakers are call blessed. 

Drinking From My Saucer My Cup Has Overflowed



Jimmy Dean








I never made a fortune And it’s probably too late now




But I don’t worry about that much, I’m happy anyhow.




And as I go along life’s journey, I’m reaping better than I sowed




I’m drinking from my saucer, Cause my cup has overflowed.




I ain’t got a lot of riches, And sometimes the going’s tough




But I’ve got kids who love me And that makes me rich enough.




I just thank God for His blessings And the mercies He bestowed.




I’m drinking from my saucer Cause my cup has overflowed.




I remember times when things went wrong And my faith got a little thin




But hen all at once the dark clouds broke And the sun peeked through again,




So Lord help me not to gripe About the tough rows I hoed.




I’m drinking from my saucer Cause my cup has overflowed.




And if God gives me strength and courage When the way grows steep and rough,




I’ll not ask for another blessing,I’m already blessed enough.




And may I never be too busy To help another bear his load




I’ll keep drinking from my saucer Cause my cup has overflowed.




 



			


			

        

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“September 11,2011 Bulletin”

			September 12th, 2011 

			

				
“New Requests: Greg Moore Family, Doug Caseman Family


 Continuing Requests: Jason Cox,  John McLaughlin, Barbara Perry, Sherry Bentley Caudill, Kyle McCane, Jenny Jones.


 Cancer Patients:  Lanny Cooper,  Earl Cooper, Maurice Kennedy, Joe Hewlett, William Jordan,  Paul Roberts,  Stacy Pingleton.


 Elderly and Shut Ins: Maxine Soards, Carrie Edington, Helen Dixon, Ina Hurst, Sammy Ginn, Gardena Ginn,  Flora Wells, Charles Riley,  Donald Lykins,Sr.,  Lance O’Cull,  Joe Hardy,  Emma Jordan, Wilson Moore, Malcolm Roe, Mary Swearingen. Our Troops, Unspoken Needs, Missionaries, the “Lost”, the Emotionally, Physically and Spiritually Troubled”.


Birthday’s : September 15 —John Cordle, —Brandon Walker.


Reminders- Sunday night Bible Study—-Acts 11


GRANDPARENTS

Grandparents are special people

with wisdom and pride. 

They are always offering love and kindness

and are always there to guide.

They often make you feel

so confident and strong.

Their arms are always open

no matter what you did wrong. 

They try to help out

in every way they can.

They love all their grandchildren 

the same whether you’re a child, woman or man.

They are always there to listen and to lend a helping hand.

They show you respect and they try to understand.

They give their love, devotion and so much more, 

that’s easy to see.

Grandparents, what perfect examples

of the kind of person that we should be.

~Stacy Smith~







Meet Me In The Stairwell


‘MEET ME IN THE STAIRWELL’ – Tribute to 911		






You say you will never forget where you were when you heard the news On September 11, 2001. Neither will I.


I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room with a man who called his wife to say ‘Good-Bye.’ I held his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the peace to say, ‘Honey, I am not going to make it, but it is OK..I am ready to go.’


I was with his wife when he called as she fed breakfast to their children. I held her up as she tried to understand his words and as she realized he wasn’t coming home that night.


I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a woman cried out to Me for help. ‘I have been knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!’ I said. ‘Of course I will show you the way home – only believe in Me now.’


I was at the base of the building with the Priest ministering to the injured and devastated souls. I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven. He heard my voice and answered.


I was on all four of those planes, in every seat, with every prayer. I was with the crew as they were overtaken. I was in the very hearts of the believers there, comforting and assuring them that their faith has saved them.


I was in Texas , Virginia , California , Michigan , Afghanistan . I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news. Did you sense Me?


I want you to know that I saw every face. I knew every name – though not all know Me. Some met Me for the first time on the 86th floor.


Some sought Me with their last breath. Some couldn’t hear Me calling to them through the smoke and flames; ‘Come to Me… this way… take my hand.’ Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me. But, I was there.


I did not place you in the Tower that day. You may not know why, but I do. However, if you were there in that explosive moment in time, would you have reached for Me?


Sept. 11, 2001, was not the end of the journey for you. But someday your journey will end. And I will be there for you as well. Seek Me now while I may be found. Then, at any moment, you know you are ‘ready to go.’


I will be in the stairwell of your final moments.


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March 06 2011 Bulletin

			March 6th, 2011 

			

				
Prayer Request


New Request:  Kevin Duff,  Helen Ginn,  Noretta Bloomfield


Continuing Request:  Lance O’Cull,  Alexandrea Mason,  Barbara Jordan,  Stephanie Thornton,  Nancy King,  Parker Adoption


Cancer Patients:   Tammy Doyle,  Deena Taylor,      Lanny  Cooper,  Jay Iery,  Earl Cooper,   John  Warren,   David     Howard,  Bonnie Ferguson,  Justin  Brown,  Maurice Kennedy,  Chief   Little


Elderly and Shut Ins:   Maxine Soards,  Carrie      Edington,   Helen Dixon,  Ina Hurst,  Leland  Roberts,  Sammy Ginn,       Gardeana Ginn,  Don  McCann,  Malcom Roe,  Flora  Wells,  Delores     Pepoon,  Charles Riley,  Debbie Kegley,  Emmy Hamilton


Our troops,  Unspoken Needs,  Missionaries,  the “lost”,  the Emotionally,  Physically and Spiritually Troubled


Birthdays/Anniversary


March 7 – John and Jacqui Cordle


March 13 – Melvin Wills


Reminders


Tonight Bible Study – Genesis Chapter 16


Ladies Meeting – 6:00Pm – Thursday – Chapter 2 – Melissa – Hostess


 


Who And Why Is God?


When did God begin to rule?

It was ‘ere eons old;

Before He set the firmament

And formed earth’s veins of gold. 


He was King before He molded man,

Or even shaped the stars,

‘Ere a cloud He placed in clear blue skies,

Or set the oceans in their bars.


When did my God begin to be?

When spoke  He the angel’s laws;

Or threw Satan out of paradise,

Or made the thunder pause?


In the beginning He began,

He always and ever was

Father, Son and Spirit, He,

Why was He?  Just because!


It is not for man to know His ways,

Or ask of Him a reason,

For God was always, and forever is,

And man is for just a season.


He need only say to sinful man

I AM the great I AM.

Never has there been another God,

Nor another sacrificial Lamb.


All you have and all you are,

You owe it all to me.

Just believe in all I say,

For my truth will set you free.


You need not know when I began,

Or even why or how;

Just simply bow the humble knee

And begin to worship me just now.


~ Joyce Guy ~


 


 


No More With Me


“I’m sorry. Please forgive me! I don’t mean to hold you up,” he said as he struggled to get off the escalator.


I’ll  admit to it. There have been times when walking or driving behind an  older person I’ve gotten impatient and upset. I’ve huffed and zoomed  around them because I was in a hurry to get nowhere.


Perhaps  I’m more aware of it now because I see myself there one day soon. Today  I saw myself in this old man’s shoes and it caused me to slow down,  stop and ask for his forgiveness.


He  was about five or six people ahead of me. I was in a hurry and saw him  as an obstacle. I’ve seen people get off the end of an escalator and  stop dead in their tracks, gather their things and suddenly there’s a  pile up of angry people behind them. You can’t stop an escalator full of  people behind you. Like the Energizer bunny, they keep on goin’.


This  man was well aware of the challenge. He tried desperately to step  aside. Fumbling with his small packages, struggling to gain his footing,  you could see how troubling this was for him. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me! I don’t mean to hold you up,” he said as he struggled to get off the escalator.


I  suddenly saw this in a whole new light. It was like I was watching my  future. I felt sorry for him. I felt sick to my stomach because this man  was apologizing to everyone, when we should have been helping him and  calming his fears.


One by one, people zipped around him. I heard a few angry comments whispered as one lady passed by him.


I saw me.


By the time I got to him he was just about steady on his feet.


“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know there was more,” he said.


“No, sir. No more with me,” I  said. This really hit me hard. I realized right then how sad it was  that the world was in such a hurry. That, of course, included me. But…no  more with me. Count me out.


This  wonderful man paid his dues. For whatever time he had spent on this  earth, he most likely walked many rough roads and too many important  miles. Now he should be apologizing for moving slower?


My  heart ached as I looked into his eyes. I wished that I could see what  he had seen all those years. His face weathered from life itself, was  creased and wrinkled. The small soft pockets under his eyes and the  gentle lines that curved up and around them told me he had many happy  moments, too. Those were traces left behind from laughter and a smiling,  happy man.


“My friend, can I help you with those things?” I asked.


Hesitant at first, he finally said, “Well, yes, thank you!”


I placed my hand under his left arm and walked with him a safe distance away from the rush of people.


“So what are you shopping for, sir?”


“Oh,  just a little something for my neighbor. She’s a young mother raising  kids on her own. She’s always so nice to me. I thought a box of candy  for Mother’s Day…” he said, stopping suddenly as he searched his inside  pocket of his sport coat.


“Do you need something?” I asked.


“Oh,  no. Here. I think I have it right here. I always carry them with me,”  he said. Then pulling out a hand full of papers he shuffled through them  and handed me a business card that read:


“John A. Pomicter

Friend to all…enemy to no one!

I said a prayer today and you were the answer. Thank you!”


“That’s for you,” he said. “Thanks for stopping to help an old man.”


“My  friend, you helped me. I discovered that I was unhappy with the world  and I was part of the problem. Now I’ll be part of the solution. No more  with me!”


“Then this was meant to be,” he said smiling.


“You  know God sends me gifts every day and always at least one special  person. You were my gift for today! Let’s go get some chocolates, my  friend.”


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January 30 2011 Bulletin

			January 30th, 2011 

			

				
Prayer Request


New Request: Makayla Harr,  Chief Little


Continuing Request: Wanda Cox,  Lance O’Cull,  Shannon Gilbert,  Larry Ratliff


Cancer Patients: Tammy Doyle,  Deena Taylor,  Lanny Cooper,  Jay Iery,  Earl Cooper,   John  Warren,  Bill Scott,  David Howard,  Bonnie Ferguson,  Justin  Brown,  Maurice Kennedy,  Erin Thomas


Elderly and Shut Ins:  Maxine Soards,  Carrie Edington,   Helen Dixon,  Ina Hurst,  Leland  Roberts,  Sammy Ginn,  Gardeana Ginn,  Don  McCann,  Malcom Roe,  Flora  Wells,  Delores Pepoon


Our troops,  Unspoken Needs,  Missionaries,  the “lost”,  the Emotionally,  Physically and Spiritually Troubled


Birthdays


January 30 – Sam Love


February 1 – Jacqui Cordle


Reminders


Tonight Bible Study – Genesis Chapter 8


Memorial page on this site – Give picture and information to Jason Cox


Anyone wanting an Aills Christian Church.com email address Contact Jason


 


 


Faith Without Works


Believe and be saved the minister said,

Believe and be saved and rise from the dead.


Through grace ye are saved from sin and from hell,

So simply believe and all will be well.


The preacher continued and read from the book,

How all can reach heaven, both angel and crook.


When all had been said and the church recessed;

With money collected and everyone blessed;


The preacher retired to his spacious new home,

In his humble Mercedes with everything chrome.


He sat in his study, his thoughts running deep,

He dozed for a moment, and died in his sleep.


He ran to Saint Peter and wearing a grin,

Said “I believe in the Savior, so please let me in”


“Oh no, not another”, said Peter with a sigh,

“Satan’s sure working, the tolls running high.”


The preacher looked puzzled, then saw in a flash,

The plan of salvation, beginning at last.


Believing is nothing, if nothing is done.

In getting to Heaven you follow the Son.


To follow a leader, you do what is said,

Faith without works is nothing but dead.


Satan knows Jesus, believes in him too.

So what’s the difference between Satan and You?


Believe in the Savior, but always recall,

Faith is important, but sure isn’t all.


- Wes Stephenson


 


 


The Parable Of The Two Screws


Once upon a time there were two screws fastening a vital part of a  gasoline engine. One of the screws was haughty and proud of it’s shining  head. The second screw was quiet, intent only on doing its job to the  best of its ability.


One day a speck of rust appeared on the head of the second screw.  Filled with vain pride of its own beauty, the first screw began to laugh  at the second. “Your head is tarnished,” the first said to the second.  “Look at you. Your perfect luster is gone.”


The second screw said nothing. Instead, it concentrated on what it was doing.


“How ugly you have become,” the first screw chortled, “and how  beautiful I have remained.” Then it began to laugh so hard at the second  screw that it failed to notice that it was working itself loose.  Finally it dropped off the engine and plunged into a small pool of dirty  oil below.


With the first screw no longer holding up its end of the load, the  second was faced with doing the work of two. Meanwhile the first screw,  now covered with grimy oil, wailed and lamented. “Just look at me! I’m  dirty and filthy and all my beauty is gone. By laughing at the blemish  on my friend the second screw, I worked myself loose and fell into the  muck. Now I’m doomed.”


Now, it just so happened that a short time later the owner of the  engine started it up. He immediately noticed that something didn’t sound  right — the engine was running rough. When he checked, he instantly saw  that one of the two screws holding the vital part was missing. “Ah ha!”  the owner said. “One of the screws must have worked itself loose and  fell to the ground, but I don’t see it. Maybe it fell into that puddle  of old oil.”


The owner reached into the oil and found the missing screw. “Look at  you,” the owner said. “You’re all covered with grime and oil. How ugly  you are. But I will fix that right away.” The owner reached for a nearby  rag and wiped all the oil and grime off the first screw until it shone  even brighter than before. Then he replaced it on the part. Before he  turned away, he noticed a little speck of tarnish on the head of the  second screw. With the second rag, he wiped the head clean and bright.  Then the owner walked away.


Finally the engine was started. The two screws, now equally  beautiful, held the part tight. “Forgive me, my friend,” the first screw  said to the second. “In my vanity, I was so busy laughing at your  blemish that I did not notice that I was working myself loose.”


“And what have you learned?” the second screw quietly asked.


“I learned not to judge others because I have my own sins to deal with.”


“Then,” the second screw said, “I forgive you.”


“Thank you, my friend. And rest assured, my vanity will remain forever at the bottom of that dirty puddle of oil.”


“Blessed is he whose transgressions are forgiven, whose sins are covered.”   (Psalm 32:1 NIV)


– by Ed Price

			


			

        

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