Bulletin / Prayer List 1-29-17

Prayer List
Betty is in Homestead of Sherman.
James Griffin has been moved to Carrus.
Pat Harrington has fallen and broke her arm.
Dale Brown a friend of Kerry King needs our prayers. He seems to be improving.
A friend of Butch Balzen’s, Thomas Mako has been diagnosed with kidney and pancreas cancer.
A friend of Kathy Hill, Della Price is in 7 Oaks Nursing Home room 14.

Andy LeDane, Eddie Griffin, Florene Griffin, Jimmy Griffin, Jerry
Harris, Don Hickerson, Lester and Billie Phillips, Dan Tucker, Mary Jean Turner, Armanda family, Jack and Diane Arnold, Betty Clark, Doris James, Gary Hickerson, Bobbie King, Dan LeDane, Carol Moore, Beryl Miller, Don Boyd, and Ronnie Brown.

Serving in the military: Dakota Smitherman is back in the U. S... Travis Counts is back in the U.S... Faith Balzen is in California. Cody Blomstedt is in El Paso, Texas.

Let us pray for our country and government leaders and those who are in harms way, military and civilian personnel.
The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much…

Our prayers and sympathy go out to Frank Rhoden and family in the
loss of Joyce Rhoden.

Fellowship is today after morning services. Everyone is invited and encouraged to attend.

Pantry Item: Cocoa

February Announcements: Greg Counts
Lord Supper: Butch Balzen, Robert Courtney, Robert Embry
Feb. 5th Prayers: Morning: Robert Embry – Robert Courtney
Evening: Don Hickerson – Kerry King
Scriptures: Greg Counts

The other day, someone at a store in a small town read that a methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farm house in the adjoining county and he asked me a rhetorical question, “Why didn’t we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?”

I did have a drug problem when I was a kid growing up.”

I was drug to church on Sunday morning.

I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.

I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.

I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.

I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or preacher. Or if I didn’t put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.

I was drug to kitchen sink if uttered a profane four letter word. (I do know what Lye soap tastes like.)

I was drug out to pull weeds in mom’s garden and flower beds and cockleburs out of dad’s fields.

I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one, to mow the yard, repair the clothesline or chop some wood, and if my mother had known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the wood shed.

Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, and think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack or heroin, and if today’s children had this kind of drug problem, America might just be a better place today. Don’t you think? (Author Unknown)