Skip to main content

Another weekend of the blessings of the Lord

On Friday, I was out of the office early to spend some time at the campground praying and seeking the Lord for several appointment changes. When in these moments of seeking the Lord, I am so blessed to be able to retreat to Camp Hickory Hills for a time of peace, quiet and reflection. Late in the evening, I heard a knock on the door of my cabin and found several of the men from the Keith Street church. They were using the campground for a weekend Father/Son time. I was so happy to see our local churches taking advantage of such a wonderful place, but when they invited me over for ribs (and the trimmings) cooked on a wood fire, I was even more happy!

Early Saturday morning, I left the campground and traveled to Big Sandy, Tennessee to visit with the family of Vernor Evans. Many of you may know Vernor's wife, Ruby, who was the Post Mistress for the U.S. Post Office in that city, and her son Gary is a retired Federal Agent with the Immigration Service. Our families go back many years, and while there I learned that Ruby's sister was taught in Sunday School by my grandmother. I love this family, and am so blessed to know them and to be welcomed in as family. Brother Vernor passed away earlier this week. It was amazing to see the large crowd of visitors, including the County Mayor, the Tennessee State Representative for their area, other dignitaries, and of course the WONDERFUL people of the Church of God of Prophecy.

After visiting for about a half an hour, I let and traveled to the Curtis Hill church near Bethel Springs (West Tennessee) to participate in the funeral services for Sister Sarah "Louelle" Jones, the wife of Bishop Alvin Jones. There was such a large crowd, that the fellowship hall had to be used for the overflow and chairs had to be set up in the back of the church. A fitting tribute to such a wonderful woman of God,, and her family. The services were conducted by Pastor Richie Horner, myself, and Londa Richardson. As I sat on the platform and listened to Pastor Horner and Sister Londa, I was again reminded of the high calibre and quality of ministers we have in the Church of God of Prophecy in Tennessee. They conducted themselves with dignity and respect. I was so proud of them.

After the burial service and a nice meal prepared by the church folks, I returned to the highways and made my way back to the campground to spend the evening and continue to seek the Lord for direction for much of the work in the State of Tennessee. Arriving after dark, I was able to fellowship for a few minutes with the men from Keith Street, and then retired for the evening, with my heart full of thanks for the blessings of our Lord who loves us so much.

As I write this blog post, I've stopped by a McDonald's to get a fresh cup of coffee (to wake up) and am on my way to the Burns Church of God of Prophecy, where Pastor Terry Bear serves for Homecoming services.

My love for the Lord and for each of you grows each day as I realize how blessed I am to serve such wonderful people!

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Come Down From That Ivory Tower

Hebrews 11 has become known as the "Hall of Faith." The reason is quite simple. The writer spends a great deal of time giving a role call of the heroes of the faith. After all, this chapter is about faith, and what better way to teach faith than to illustrate with some real-life examples. Mos of the people in this chapter are well-known, at least by anyone who spent time squirming in a Sunday School class as a small child, or who watched the late-night movies on the local channels featuring their stories. Who were they? Abel, Enoch and Noah. Abel pleased God with his excellent offering, Enoch was so close to God that he actually walked with God to the point that one evening, while walking God said to Enoch, "we are closer to my house than we are yours, so why don't you just go home with me?" Of course, Noah built an ark (according to God's instructions) that saved mankind from total destruction. Then there was Abraham...the father of the faithful. He...

A question about your church...

This last few days I have been in the State of Kentucky. I came here with my wife, whose father was having medical tests as of the results of a probable heart attack. He seems to be doing well (as of tonight) and is scheduled for one more test, then hopefully he will be released and further treatments to bring him to health. While this is a scary moment for my wife's family it has also been a time to step away from the daily work and observe others around us. Since Debra's father is a pastor (Church of God of Prophecy, Central City, KY) there have been visits from the State Presiding Bishop, Scott Gillum, area pastors and of course some of his church members. It is heartening to watch the love and concern that is show by those visiting. There has also been quite a few of Debra's extended family here, along with her younger brother and his family. I've watch the nurses and technicians at the Owensboro Medical Center demonstrate concern and what seems to be good care...

On my way to a resurrection

Someone asked, "Are you on your way to another funeral?"  My answer was, "No, I am on my way to a resurrection."  Tonight, after having preached my sister's funeral, two church members funerals and visiting a friend whose brother had passed away, I had a little quiet time in my home office.  As I often do, I reach for an old book  I've found that some books written long ago can speak to my heart.  This time, it was a book published in 1946.  This passage from J.B. Chapman touched my heart, hope it does yours too.  Victor Hugo exclaimed, "The frosts of seventy winters are on my head, but the springtime of eternal youth is in my heart." "Sometimes we look at the gray hair of a ripening saint, and say, "Old man, the frosts of many winters are on your head."  But he answers, "That is not frost.  I am getting ready to wear the crown of life, and my hair is taking on tint agreeable to the color scheme."   We say, "Ol...