May 2004
   Happy Mother's Day to all you special moms! I hope all you children do something special for your mom. There is no more greater blessing than to have a Christian mom. That is a very special lady indeed. Hat Sunday falls on Mother's Day this year so be sure and wear your frilly frocks.Wasn't the Easter service such a blessing. It was so wonderful to have a full house with friends and family coming together to hear God's word. Thanks to Bro. Kenneth for the beautiful smelling flowers, weren't they just gorgeous. The specials were outstanding, Jason and Lezley did such a good job, and how about that Bro. Jake! Perhaps with a little coaxing he might just join us in the choir. Thanks to Bro. Art and Sis. Imogene for their special, it was lovely.Okay, as Sis. Betty says "It'll be here before ya know it!", well, it's here! The Hinkles will be here on the 7th, 8th, and 9th! Please remember to invite friends and family to come. Bro. Hinkles' messages are always so good and the family singing is the best! We have been truly blessed to have them come into our church lives and enriched us so. Curtis Kinsey 5-3Frank Mauldin 5-25 May 1/Psalms 61-632/Psalms 64-663/Psalms 67-694/Psalms 70-725/Psalms 73-756/Psalms 76-787/Psalms 79-818/Psalms 82-849/Psalms 85-8710/Psalms 88-9011/Psalms 91-9312/Psalms 94-9613/Psalms 97-9914/Psalms 100-10215/Psalms 103-10516/Psalms 106-10817/Psalms 109-11118/Psalms 112-11419/Psalms 115-11820/Psalms 11921/Psalms 120-12322/Psalms 124-12623/Psalms 127-12924/Psalms 130-13225/Psalms 133-13526/Psalms 126-13827/Psalms 139-14128/Psalms 142-14429/Psalms 145-14730/Psalms 148-15031/1 Kings 1-4 What Do We Really See While waiting for my first appointment in the reception room of a new dentist, I noticed his certificate, which bore his full name. Suddenly, I remembered that a tall, handsome boy with the same name had been in my high school class some 30 years ago. Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded any such thought. This balding, gray-haired man with the deeply lined face was too old to have been my classmate. After he had examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended the local high school. "Yes," he replied. "When did you graduate?" I asked. He answered, "In 1964." "Why, you were in my class!" I exclaimed. He looked at me closely and then asked, "What did you teach?" |  |
 God Knows by Mrs. Charles E. Cowman "He knoweth the way that I take" (Job 23:10). Believer! What a glorious assurance! This way of thine--this, it may be, a crooked, mysterious, tangled way--this way of trial and tears. "He knoweth it." The furnace seven times heated--He lighted it. There is an Almighty Guide knowing and directing our footsteps, whether it be to the bitter Marah pool, or to the joy and refreshment of Elim. That way, dark to the Egyptians, has its pillar of cloud and fire for His own Israel. The furnace is hot; but not only can we trust the hand that kindles it, but we have the assurance that the fires are lighted not to consume, but to refine; and that when the refining process is completed (no sooner--no later) He brings His people forth as gold. When they think Him least near, He is often nearest. "When my spirit was overwhelmed, then thou knewest my path." Do we know of ONE brighter than the brightest radiance of the visible sun, visiting our chamber with the first waking beam of the morning; an eye of infinite tenderness and compassion following us throughout the day, knowing the way that we take? The world, in its cold vocabulary in the hour of adversity, speaks of "Providence"--"the will of Providence"--"the strokes of Providence." PROVIDENCE! what is that? Why dethrone a living, directing God from the sovereignty of His own earth? Why substitute an inanimate, death-like abstraction, in place of an acting, controlling, personal Jehovah? How it would take the sting from many a goading trial, to see what Job saw (in his hour of aggravated woe, when every earthly hope lay prostrate at his feet)--no hand but the Divine. He saw that hand behind the gleaming swords of the Sabeans--he saw it behind the lightning flash--he saw it giving wings to the careening tempest--he saw it in the awful silence of his rifled home. "The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord!" Thus seeing God in everything, his faith reached its climax when this once powerful prince of the desert, seated on his bed of ashes, could say, "Though he slay me, yet will I trust him." --Macduff |