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February 13 2011 Bulletin

February 13th, 2011

Prayer Request

New Request:  Bill Scott Family,  Wilma Cooper Family,  Mike Murphy Family

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

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

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

Birthdays/Anniversary

February 13 – Betty/Willie Wills

February 17 – Scott Sullivan

February 20 – Wilma Mefford

 

Reminders:

Tonight Bible Study – Genesis Chapter 12

 

Minutes; Jesus Helping Hands Meeting February 10, 2011:

The meeting was called to order at 6:00 PM. at the church by the president, Karen Stafford. Pledges were recited and the meeting was opened with a reading and a prayer.

Old News:  approved to continue supporting Andy Martin, discussed cutting quilt blocks,  mentioned the ham dinner that will be in May and snack list for our meetings.

Ten members were present. Prayer request: Bill Scott,  Joe Mefford,  Anna’s brother,  Jenny’s brothers granddaughter,  Jay Iery,  Gracie,  Anna,  Maurice Kennedy,  Wilma Murphy Family,  Shirley’s new grandchildren’s process,  and Lance O’Cull and his family.

Circle prayer was offered,  Jacqui began our book study. She did an excellent job.  Next moth we will be studying chapter 2.   Karen Stafford  provided refreshments; everyone enjoyed both good food and fellowship.

The next meeting will be March 10

 

Valentine’s Day with Jesus

by  Marilyn Ferguson

Jesus does not send perfume
To linger in the air
Instead He sends salvation, sweet
To show how much He cares.

He doesn’t bring me candy hearts
In boxes of delight
Instead He always lets me know
I’m precious in His sight.

He doesn’t pass out pretty cards
Trimmed in shades of red
Instead He gave His life for me
His precious blood was shed.

He doesn’t hand out fancy gifts
Like we would send to mother
Instead He sends a message clear
To always love each other.

He doesn’t give me teddy bears
That whimper, “Please be mine”
Instead He gave His heart to me
I wear it all the time.

He doesn’t give me roses, pink
For all the world to see
Instead He gave eternal life
That’s good enough for me.

The History of the song: “It Is No Secret”

Back in the 50′s there was a well known radio host/comedian/song writer in Hollywood named Stuart Hamblen who was noted for his drinking, womanizing, partying, etc.

One of his bigger hits at the time was
“I won’t go hunting with you Jake, but I’ll go chasing women.”

One day, along came a young preacher holding a tent revival.  Hamblen had him on his radio show presumably to poke fun at him. In order to gather more material for his show, Hamblen showed up at one of the revival meetings.

Early in the service the preacher announced, “There is one man in this audience who is a big fake.” There were probably others who thought the same thing, but Hamblen was convinced that he was the one the preacher was talking about (some would call that conviction) but he was having none of that.

Still the words continued to haunt him until a couple of nights later he showed up drunk at the preacher’s hotel door around 2AM, demanding that the preacher pray for him! But the preacher refused, saying, “This is between you and God and I’m not going to get in the middle of it.” But he did invite Stuart in and they talked until about 5 AM at which point Stuart dropped to his knees and with tears,
cried out to God.

But that is not the end of the story. Stuart quit drinking, quit chasing women, quit everything that was ‘fun.’ Soon he began to lose favor with the Hollywood crowd.

He was ultimately fired by the radio station when he refused to accept a beer company as a sponsor.

Hard times were upon him.  He tried writing a couple of “Christian” songs but the only one that had much success was “This Old House”, written for his friend Rosemary Clooney.

As he continued to struggle, a long time friend named John took him aside and told him, “All your troubles started when you ‘got religion,’ was it worth it all?”  Stuart answered simply, “Yes.”

Then his friend asked, “You liked your booze so much, don’t you ever miss it?” And his answer was, “No.” John then said, “I don’t understand how you could give it up so easily.”

And Stuart’s response was, “It’s no big secret. All things are possible with God.” To this John said, “That’s a catchy phrase. You should write a song about it.”

And as they say, “The rest is history.”

The song Carl Stuart Hamblen wrote was “It Is No Secret.”

“It is no secret what God can do. What He’s done for others, He’ll do for you. With arms wide open, He’ll welcome you. It is no secret, what God can do….”

 

By the way… the friend was John Wayne. And the young preacher who refused to pray for Stuart Hamblen? …That was Billy Graham.


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February 6 2011 Bulletin

February 6th, 2011

Prayer Request

New Request:   Jerry Wilburn

Continuing Request:   Wanda Cox,  Lance O’Cull,  Shannon Gilbert,  Betty Porter

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,  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

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

Birthdays/Anniversarys

February 8 – Bailey Duff

February 11 – Tammy/Jason Cox

February 12 – Jerry Miller

February 13 – Betty/Willie Wills

 

Reminders

Tonight Bible Study – Genesis Chapter 10

Ladies Meeting – Thursday Night 6:00 PM

 

 

Take Up Thy Cross and Follow Me

I walked one day along a country road, And there a stranger journeyed, too,
Bent low beneath the burden of His load: It was a cross, a cross I knew.

“Take up thy cross and follow Me,” I hear the blessed Savior call;
How can I make a lesser sacrifice, When Jesus gave His all?

I cried, “Lord Jesus,” and He spoke my name; I saw His hands all bruised and torn;
I stooped to kiss away the marks of shame, The shame for me that He had borne.

“Take up thy cross and follow Me,” I hear the blessed Savior call;
How can I make a lesser sacrifice, When Jesus gave His all?

“Oh, let me bear Thy cross, dear Lord,” I cried, And, lo, a cross for me appeared,
The one, forgotten, I had cast aside, The one, so long, that I had feared.

“Take up thy cross and follow Me,” I hear the blessed Savior call;
How can I make a lesser sacrifice, When Jesus gave His all?

My cross I’ll carry till the crown appears— The way I journey soon will end—
Where God Himself shall wipe away all tears, And friend hold fellowship with friend.

“Take up thy cross and follow Me,” I hear the blessed Savior call;
How can I make a lesser sacrifice, When Jesus gave His all?

Words and music by Alfred Ackley

 

 

The Smallest Snowflake

Christiana was the smallest of all the snowflakes. It seemed she and her family, along with many other snowflake families, had been floating always through the long day as she tumbled delightfully about with her friends. But their journey took them as well through seemingly endless freezing cold and darkness. Sometimes the north wind blew them along their way so hard she could scarcely breathe. At these times, as much as the bracing wind would permit, Christiana huddled close to her parents, Celeste and Chaucer, completely unaware that they were as uncomfortable as she.

At other times they were assailed by a gust of warmer air up in the atmosphere that threatened their very lives. Afraid, the little crystalline beauty would bow her minuscule head and cry. Celeste and Chaucer tried to shield and protect their little progeny as best they could.

Sometimes however, it was all they could do to hold on themselves. The beloved but naive little snowflake was oblivious to everything but observances from her youthful perspective and her own unreliable emotions and feelings. Life seemed to her a series of events: those that made her feel good, the ones she relished with great glee, and those that were so traumatic they drove her to despair. These ups and downs were punctuated with exasperating periods of sheer boredom.

Between the frigid wind that blew them, forcing them along in their descent to the earth, and their greatest foe, the warm counter-winds that swished by occasionally and threatened to dissolve them, the snowflake life was much more treacherous than observers might perceive it to be.

On their flight to the earth, the snowflake highs were very high indeed. It was almost like a symphony as they floated along together when none of their enemies were nearby. The sound of snowflake laughter and singing were delightful to the ear. But, as quickly as they had begun, these delightful times became a memory, as worries and trials became their portion once more.

Each time these difficult periods came ’round again, the music ceased and tension, fear, and strife shoved aside the joy and began to rule. Christiana and her peers lived only for the times of joy, pouting and resisting those that kept them from their fun. At one particularly dark and trying hour, Celeste and Chaucer, who had been on this flight much longer and had learned to take things more in stride, hovered near their lovely and delicate daughter. “How do you manage to remain so calm when our enemies are near?” Christiana asked.

“My dear”, said her father, “When we began this journey, before you were born, the father of snowflakes, the one who formed us, spoke a promise for us to hold close to our hearts along the way.”

“Long ago,” he said, “because the snowflake journey is fraught with enemies, I sent my perfect snowflake to the earth. He made the same journey that all snowflakes make, but because of who he is, he defeated the foe of the snowflakes and took away his power. And, if you will but trust in him and in me, and keep us at the center of your hearts, and if you will remember that we are with you at all times, a special wind you haven’t known will keep you safe, guiding you, teaching you, and giving you peace along your way.

Then, no matter what tactic your enemy may use to try to destroy you, when your traveling days are done, you will make your landing in a new and better world. I myself will be there to welcome you. At that point your life here will be at an end, but you will have fulfilled your purpose and you will have joy, for from the clouds I will lift you up to myself once more as I did the perfect snowflake.”

by Daphne Harrington

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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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January 23 2011 Bulletin

January 23rd, 2011

Prayer Request

New Request:  Larry Ratliff,  Edna Hooper Family,  Matt Harmon Family,  Erin Thomas

Continuing Request:  Lance O’Cull,  Shannon Gilbert,  Dorothy Maverty Family,  Wanda Cox,  Paul Collier,  Patrick McGlone,  Betty Porter,  Jean Love,  Eddie Porter,  Melissa Watson

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

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,  Reno McGlone,  Wilma Horsly

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

Birthdays/Happy Anniversary

January – 27 – Wanda Cox – Happy Birthday!

January – 30 – Sam Love – Happy Birthday!

 

Reminders:

Tonight Bible Study –Genesis Chapter 6

Corrections To Birthdays — Mike Edington – May 9

Memorial page on this website — Give a picture and all the information RE: Who they were; Date they were born and date they passed away — to Jason, or email them to Jason

If anyone wants an @aillschristianchurch.com email account please let us know so we can set it up.

 

A Walking Sermon

Reporters and city officials gathered at a Chicago railroad station
one afternoon in 1953. The person they were meeting was the 1952
Nobel Peace Prize winner. A few minutes after the train came to a
stop, a giant of a man – six feet four inches – with bushy hair and
a large mustache stepped from the train. Cameras flashed. City
officials approached him with hands outstretched. Various people
began telling him how honored they were to meet him.

The man politely thanked them and then, looking over their heads,
asked if he could be excused for a moment. He quickly walked
through the crowd until he reached the side of an elderly black
woman who was struggling with two large suitcases. He picked up the
bags and with a smile, escorted the woman to a bus. After helping
her aboard, he wished her a safe journey. As he returned to the
greeting party he apologized, “Sorry to have kept you waiting.”

The man was Dr. Albert Schweitzer, the famous missionary doctor who
had spent his life helping the poor in Africa. In response to
Schweitzer’s action, one member of the reception committee said
with great admiration to the reporter standing next to him, “That’s
the first time I ever saw a sermon walking.”

(Author Unknown)

 

 

They Missed Him

They were looking for A Lion,
He came as a Lamb, and they missed Him.
They were looking for a Warrior,
He came as a Peace maker, and they missed Him.
They were looking for a King,
He came as a Servant, and they missed Him.
They were looking for Liberation from Rome,
He submitted to the Roman cross, and they missed Him.
They were looking for a fit to their mould,
He was the mould maker, and they missed Him.

What are you looking for?
Lion? Warrior? King? Liberator?
What are you looking for?

They were looking for their temporal needs to be met,

He came to meet their eternal need, and they missed Him.

He came as a Lamb to be sacrificed for your sin.
Will you miss Him?
He came to make peace between God and man.
Will you miss Him?
He came to model servant hood for all mankind.
Will you miss Him?
He came that we might have true Liberty.
Will you miss Him?
He came to give you eternal life.
Will you miss Him?

When we submit to the lamb we will meet the Lion.
Join with the Peacemaker and we will meet the Warrior.
Work with the Servant and we will meet the King.
Walk with the Submitted and we will meet the Liberator.
Concern ourselves with the Eternal and we will have the temporal.

If Jesus is not fitting into the mould you have then come to the mould-maker and get a new one. Submit to His plan for your life and you will see the eternal need met first then all the other things you have need of will be taken care of as well.  (Author Unknown)

 

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