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December 3,2011

December 5th, 2011

 New Requests: Billy Melton, Douglas Applegate, Billy Barbour, Donna Dietrich

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

Carolyn Compton, John McLaughlin

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

Roberts, Angie Bussell, Tara McCann , Kathy Sower, John O’Cull, Ruth Hurst,

Star Johnson, 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, Carol Wills, E. V. Holder, Paul Collier,

Louella Ruark

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

“Lost”, the Emotionally, Physically and Spiritually Troubled

 REMINDERS

Sunday Night Bible Study—Bible Prophecy—Religions of Today

Ladies Meeting—Thurs. Dec. 9-6:00

Play Practice—Sat. Dec 10—4:00-6:00

Christmas Play—Sunday, December 18—6:30

Birthday December 10 Jennifer Sullivan

Congratulation on Shirley and Jack McCann on becoming grandparents again. Little Owen is 5 1/2 months old and will arrive in the states in three or four months. Let’s all pray that all goes well for Chuck and Lana in the next few months.

 

 

Twas the Month before Christmas  

 Twas the month before Christmas when all through our land, not a Christian was praying nor taking a stand.  See the PC Police had taken away the reason for Christmas – no one could say.  The children were told by their schools not to sing about Shepherds and Wise Men and Angels and things.  It might hurt people’s feelings, the teachers would say December 25th is just a ‘ Holiday ‘.  Yet the shoppers were ready with cash, checks and credit pushing folks down to the floor just to get it!  CDs from Madonna, an X BOX, an I-Pod something was changing, something quite odd!  Retailers promoted Ramadan and Kwanzaa in hopes to sell books by Franken & Fonda. As Targets were hanging their trees upside down at Lowe’s the word Christmas – was no where to be found, at K-Mart and Staples and Penny’s and Sears you won’t hear the word Christmas; it won’t touch your ears. Inclusive, sensitive, Di-ver-si-ty are words that were used to intimidate me.  Now Daschle, Now Darden, Now Sharpton, Wolf Blitzen, on Boxer, on Rather, on Kerry, on Clinton !  At the top of the Senate, there arose such a clatter to eliminate Jesus, in all public matter.  And we spoke not a word, as they took away our faith forbidden to speak of salvation and grace.  The true Gift of Christmas was exchanged and discarded the reason for the season, stopped before it started. So as you celebrate ‘Winter Break’ under your ‘Dream Tree’ sipping your Starbucks, listen to me.  Choose your words carefully, choose what you say  Shout MERRY CHRISTMAS, not Happy Holiday ! Please, all Christians join together and wish everyone you meet  MERRY CHRISTMAS.  Christ is The Reason’ for the Christ-mas Season!

THE THREE TREES

Once there were three trees on a hill in the woods. They were discussing their hopes and dreams when the first tree said, “Someday I hope to be a treasure chest. I could be filled with gold, silver and precious gems. I could be decorated with Intricate carving and everyone would see the beauty.”

Then the second tree said, “Someday I will be a mighty ship. I will take kings and queens across the waters and sail to the corners of the world. Everyone will feel safe in me because of the strength of my hull.”

Finally the third tree said, “I want to grow to be the tallest and straightest tree in the forest. People will see me on top of the hill and look up to my branches, and think of the heavens and God and how close to them I am reaching. I will be the greatest tree of all time and people will always remember me.”

After a few years of praying that their dreams would come true, a group of woodsmen came upon the trees. When one came to the first tree he said, “This looks like a strong tree, I think I should be able to sell the wood to a carpenter”… and he began cutting it down. The tree was happy, because he knew that the carpenter would make him into a treasure chest.

At the second tree a woodsman said, “This looks like a strong tree, I should be able to sell it to the shipyard.” The second tree was happy because he knew he was on his way to becoming a mighty ship.

When the woodsmen came upon the third tree, the tree was frightened because he knew that if they cut him down his dreams would not come true.

One of the Woodsmen said, “I don’t need anything special from my tree so I’ll
take this one,” and he cut it down.

When the first tree arrived at the carpenters, he was made into a feed box for animals. He was then placed in a barn and filled with hay. This was not at all what he had prayed for.

The second tree was cut and made into a small fishing boat. His dreams of being a mighty ship and carrying kings had come to an end.

The third tree was cut into large pieces and left alone in the dark.

The years went by, and the trees forgot about their dreams. Then one day, a man and woman came to the barn. She gave birth and they placed the baby in the hay in the feed box that was made from the first tree. The man wished that he could have made a crib for the baby, but this manger would have to do. The tree could feel the importance of this event and knew that it had held the greatest treasure of all time.

Years later, a group of men got in the fishing boat made from the second tree. One of them was tired and went to sleep. While they were out on the water, a great storm arose and the tree didn’t think it was strong enough to keep the men safe. The men woke the sleeping man, and he stood and said “Peace” and the storm stopped. At this time, the tree knew that it had carried the King of Kings in its boat.

Finally, someone came and got the third tree. It was carried through the streets as the people mocked the man who was carrying it. When they came to a stop, the man was nailed to the tree and raised in the air to die at the top of a hill. When Sunday came, the tree came to realize that it was strong enough to stand at the top of the hill and be as close to God as was possible, because Jesus had been crucified on it.

The moral of this story is that when things don’t seem to be going your way, always know that God has a plan for you. If you place your trust in Him, He will give you great gifts.

Each of the trees got what they wanted, just not in the way they had imagined. We don’t always know what God’s plans are for us. We just know that His ways are not our ways, but His ways are always best.  

                                                                                         Merry Christmas     and    God Bless                                                                                                                                                                      From Jason and Tammy Cox

 

 

 

 

 

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November 6,2011 Bulletin

November 6th, 2011

New Requests: Jerry Love, Star Johnson, Phyllis Hampton, Jenny Sullivan

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

Jenny Gilbert, Terry Porter

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,

E. V. Holder

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

“Lost”, the Emotionally, Physically and Spiritually Troubled

REMINDERS

Sunday Night Bible Study—Acts 25

Ladies Meeting—Nov. 10—6:00

 BIRTHDAYS  November 9 Michael Iery    November 9 Shirley McCann 


 

                                                                                                     

                                                                                                      NOVEMBER 8, 2011

 

 

 

 

 

One of the greatest privileges we have in America is the privilege to vote. However, one of the greatest continual frustrations is that so many do not vote—VOTE. There is no shortage of opinions, no shortage of values and viewpoints, no shortages of beliefs and convictions, etc. But the reality is, if you and I do not voice our opinions, values, viewpoints, beliefs and convictions by voting, our voice is essentially silenced in our society.

 

Everyone should vote, especially Christians. It is your privilege and also your responsibility here in America to let your voice be heard in local and national elections. Do not belittle it, abuse it, or ignore it. We cannot make a difference if we think our votes still can not make a difference.

REMEMBER OUR VETERANS

 

 

 

You’re an 18 or 19 year old kid. You’re critically wounded and dying in the jungle in the Central Highlands of Viet Nam–11-14-1965. Your infantry unit is outnumbered 8-1, and the enemy fire is so intense, from 100 or 200
yards away, that your own Infantry Commander has ordered the MedVac helicopters to stop coming in.

 

You’re lying there, listening to the enemy machine guns, and you know you’re not getting out. Your family is 1/2 way around the world, 12,000 miles away, and you’ll never see them again. As the world starts to fade in and out, you know this is the day.

 

Then, over the machine gun noise, you faintly hear that sound of a helicopter, and you look up to see an un-armed Huey, but it doesn’t seem real, because no MedVac markings are on it.

 

Captain Ed Freeman is coming for you. He’s not MedVac, so it’s not his job, but he heard the radio call and decided he’s flying his Huey down into the machine gun fire anyway, after the MedVacs were ordered not to come. He’s coming anyway.

 

And he drops it in, and sits there in the machine gun fire, as they load 3 of you at a time on board. Then he flies you up and out through the gunfire, to the Doctors and Nurses and safety.

 

And, he kept coming back…… 13 more times….. Until all of you and your buddies are out, who would never have gotten out otherwise.

 

No one knew until the mission was over that the Captain had been hit 4 times in the legs and left arm.

 

He took 29 of you and your buddies out that day. Some would not have made it without the Captain and his Huey.

 

Medal of Honor Recipient Captain Ed Freeman, United States Air Force, died August 20, 2008, at the age of 80, in Boise , ID.

 

May God bless and rest his soul…..

 

 

(I bet you didn’t hear about this hero’s passing, but you sure saw a whole bunch about Lindsay Lohan, the Super Bowl, the bickering of congress over Health Reform and that Paul Newman died that day also. All of these got a lot more press that Ed Freeman.)

May this be a tribute to all of our Veterans who have served our country in times of war and peace. May we never forget that freedom is not free and it is because of men and women like Captain Freeman that we have the freedom to vote in an election to choose the leaders of our country and to have the freedom to worship the way we believe.

 

 

 

 

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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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October 23,2011 Bulletin

			October 23rd, 2011 

			

				
New Requests: Geneva Melton Family, Evelyn Bare, Thomas Howard Family,


Steve Harris Family


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


Jenny Gilbert


Cancer Patients: Lanny Cooper, Earl Cooper, Maurice Kennedy, Joe Hewlett,


William Jordan, Paul Roberts, Stacy Pingleton, Andrew Grigson, Angie Bussell,


Kathy Sauer, 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


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


“Lost”, the Emotionally, Physically and Spiritually Troubled.


REMINDERS


Sunday Night Bible Study—Acts 21


Ladies Retreat—October 29th—9:30 registration


Birthdays


 October 23 Dean Ginn


October 23 Lucas Miller


October 30 Keric Sullivan




Don’t Waste Your Life


God desires that you not waste your life, but just give it back to Him,

for instead of misery, strife and loss, He can help you play to win.


Life is like a game, you see, a match that wrestlers play;

You do your best to stand and fight, but the devil is in the way.


If you give in and join the devil, then the fight so soon is o’er,

and you have lost the battle for he has skewed the score.


But if you give your life to Jesus, He takes the devil on,

and helps you over come him, gives you the victor’s song.


Sure, Satan’s punch is heavy, strength is in his arm,

But God, our royal Master, protects you from real harm.


The trials you face will strengthen you; their purpose is from God;

He uses them to train you, and drive you to His Word.


So, do not shirk your duty, and run about to play,

just commit yourself to Jesus, until the judgment day.


Feathered Fidelity




It’s a sad reality.

All relationships start with love and promise, but all too often we see them weaken, crumble and finally fail. It’s too bad all relationships don’t go to the birds.

I know that sounds strange, but read on.

Many years ago, when I was just a young boy, a small yellow bird hit our front door. When I looked outside, I saw its tiny, unmoving body on our deck. I opened the door to see if it was just stunned, or worse, dead.

I was kneeling over it when my mom joined me.

“Michael, I think it may be dead. I heard the bang on the glass. It hit pretty hard.”

“Mom, should we bury it?”

“I’m not sure, Michael. When I first looked out I saw another bird land beside it. It looked like it was trying to pick this one up. I think we should let nature take care of this. Let’s put it on the roof of the car and see what happens.”

We placed the unmoving, little bird on the roof of my dad’s car and went back into the house.

From our living room window we watched as the bird’s mate flew to its side, carefully grip the back of the dead bird’s neck in it’s tiny beak, and with a strength only love and devotion could provide, lifted its mate in the air.

It carried the body from the car, across the street, over the meadow on the other side and into nearby trees. It flew only a few feet off the ground. Sometimes it would get up to six feet high and then the weight of its companion would pull it lower again. Its struggle was great, but the desire not to be parted from its mate was greater.

Thirty-five years later, I stepped out of my home on a warm summer morning. I looked toward my next door neighbor’s — we lived in attached townhouses — and noticed a single strand of a spider’s web strung from the bush by the corner of their townhouse to the wheel of one of their cars. I thought it was strange for a spider to spin such a web, especially just one tiny strand.

I moved closer to investigate. When I reached down to break the web I discovered it wasn’t a web at all. It was a piece of fishing line. I gave it a tug and saw it was tangled in the bushes, and the other end was knotted under the car.

One of the boys was sitting on the front deck of the house.

I remarked, “Looks like someone booby-trapped your friend’s car.”

He came closer to see what I was talking about. I gave the line a tug. It was tightly jammed under the wheel of the vehicle.

“Strange, it seems to go all the way under,” I said.

I walked to the back of the car and saw a robin. It fluttered to get away, but the line, which was wrapped around its tiny leg, held it firm. The poor bird flapped around on the pavement with only a foot of line for it to move.

Slowly I approached and reached to grab it. When my fingers first touched his feathers it squawked and flapped away from me. I moved faster on the second attempt and managed to get a grip around his trembling body. It squirmed and twisted its head to snap at me, but I held tight.

The boy came closer for a look, and then went for a knife. When he returned I realized he would probably break the poor bird’s leg when the knife pulled the string tight before cutting it through, so I sent him for scissors. He came back and we carefully removed the string.

The bird was free, but I held him a little longer, so I could remove one last strand of the line from his tiny leg. It made a great effort and escaped from my grasp. He flew low across the pavement, under a row of mailboxes, and up into a tree.

It was free again.

Then I noticed a second robin fly down from a nearby tree and land next to the newly-freed robin. It had stayed close by, as its mate struggled for freedom, and would not have left until freedom or death ended their relationship.

The birds I witnessed mated for life and the struggles that come with it. Now don’t you wish a lot more relationships would go to the birds?

I know I do. 


~ Michael T. Smith ~

			


			

        

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October 16,2011 Bulletin

			October 17th, 2011 

			

				
New Requests:  John McLaughlin, Thomas Howard


Continuing Requests: Jason Cox, Paul Collier 


Cancer Patients: Lanny Cooper, Earl Cooper, Maurice Kennedy, Joe Hewlett, 


William Jordan, Paul Roberts, Stacy Pingleton, Andrew Grigson, Angie Bussell, 


Kathy Sauer 


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, John O’Cull, Maynard Craft


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


“Lost”, the Emotionally, Physically and Spiritually Troubled


REMINDERS


Sunday Night Bible Study—Acts 19


Ladies Retreat—October 29th


 Birthdays October 17 Ruth Porter


 October 23 Dean Ginn


October 23 Lucas Miller






Coach Wooden




The years have left their imprint

On my hands and on my face.

Erect no longer is my walk

And slower is my pace.

But there is no fear within my heart

Because I’m growing old

I only wish I had more time

To better serve my Lord.

When I’ve gone to Him in prayer

He has brought me inner peace

And soon my cares and worries

And other problems cease.


He has helped in so many ways,

He has never let me down,

Why should I fear the future

When soon I could be near His crown.

Though I know down here my time is short

There is endless time up there

And He will forgive and keep me

Forever in His loving care.


May I not waste an hour

That’s left to glorify the Name

Of the One Who died, that we might live

And for our sins, took all the blame.


~ Coach John R. Wooden, 1910-2010 ~


Changing Colors 


Autumn this year in the mountains of my home has been truly spectacular. It is like an angel artist has been assigned to paint each tree in the most glorious colors imaginable. Perhaps it is the wisdom of age that has helped my eyes to see more clearly. Still, to me the leaves have never looked as beautiful as they do this Fall.


One tree in my backyard has especially caught my attention. Every year before this one its leaves had always turned to a rich, vibrant red in October. This year, though, the entire tree was bathed in the most outrageous orange. It was both delightful and amazing to watch this tree suddenly change its colors.


Looking at that bright, orange beacon in my backyard made me think too of how we can go about changing our own colors. I remember when cold, dark hues colored my own heart, soul, and mind. I remember when fear, apathy, and selfishness colored my life. I remember when my only thoughts were of my own wants, needs, and desires. It was an ugly picture indeed. One day, however, I am not sure exactly when, that picture started to change. It started with a single brush stroke, one kind act, and one loving thought. This was followed by another and another. Each one brought a new dab of color and brightness into my heart, soul, and mind. Slowly, choice by choice, moment by moment, and day by day I began to turn the cold, dark, miserable November of my life into a warm, shining, and loving October.


God in His endless love never ceases to give us fresh chances to change our colors, change our lives, and change the world. Each day is full of new opportunities to paint our hearts, souls, and minds with the brightness of love. Each day is full of moments to bring the colors of joy to this often drab world. We are the artists of our own lives. May we forever color them beautiful.


~ Joseph J. Mazzella ~ 

			


			

        

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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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