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
DRUG PROBLEMS
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)