February 2002
February
One day at a time to be patient and strong;
To be calm under trail and sweet under wrong;
Then its toiling shall pass and its sorrow shall cease;
It shall darken and die, and the night shall bring peace. One day at a time - but the day is so long,
And the heart is not brave, and the soul is not strong,
O Thou pitiful Christ, be Thou near all the way;
Give courage and patience and strength for the day. Swift cometh His answer, so sweet and so clear;
"Yea, I will be with thee, thy troubles to meet;
I will not forget thee, nor fail thee, nor grieve thee;
I will not forsake thee; I will never leave." Not yesterday's load we are called on to bear,
Nor the morrow's uncertain and shadowy care;
Why should we look forward or back with dismay?
Our needs, as our mercies, are but for the day.
One day at a time, and the day is His day;
He hath numbered its hours, though they haste or delay.
His grace is sufficient; we walk not alone;
As the day, so the strength that He giveth His own. Annie Johnson Flint
A ship sails and I stand watching till she fades
on the horizon, and someone at my side says,
"She is gone." Gone where? Gone from my sight,
that is all, she is just as large as when I saw her...
The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me,
not in her, and just at the moment when someone
at my side says, "She is gone," there are others
who are watching her coming, and other voices
take up a glad shout, "There she comes!"...
and that is dying. BISHOP BRENT |
  Well, January has proven to be a very interesting month. The 13th God added to his fold. Two young boys, Joshua and Caleb Bennett, and J. Brannon came down front to receive Jesus as their Lord and Saviour. Praise be to God!Jonathan Dalton graduated from the Police Explorer's Academy on the 6th. Bro. Dalton traveled to Kingfisher on the 6th to preach there.The Simenok's came back for a short visit. It was so good to see them again. Hopefully they will be able to return soon. We also had a nice visit from Doug Crosby, he plans on returning later this month to visit again while in school at FAA. It's always nice to see Bro. Doug, he is doing a work in Alabama so please keep him in your prayers. Another nice visit was from Dan Dear, our resident truck driver. Let's also not forget Bro. Charles and Margaret who came on the 13th. They have been sorely missed. "Our" twins, Matthew and Alex came to visit Sunday the 20th, they sure are growing! Getting bigger and stronger every day.Great news for Johathon Freeman, he has two possible matches in Houston. Let's pray one of them takes with as little discomfort to Jon as possible. Our hearts go out to Berniece Bailey and family at the loss of her daughter, Sharon Cole. Lean on the Lord, Berniece, for He will never fail you.Jan. 21st Christopher Daniel came into the world. Proud mama Tabitha brought him to church on the 27th.We will have a wedding in the church. Jessica Goff and Jon Freeman will wed February 9th at 6:00pm. Everyone is invited to join.Thursday, Jan. 31 will be our first fellowship dinner of the new year. We will meet at the Hometown Buffet 3900 NW 63rd at 7pm. Please come for a good time. Please remember our dress code for any invited guests. What's even better is it's FREE! The Harp "I am jealous over you with God's own jealousy" (2 Cor. 11:2) Weymouth How an old harper dotes on his harp! How he fondles and caresses it, as a child resting on his bosom! His life is bound up in it. But, see him tuning it. He grasps it firmly, strikes a chord with a sharp, quick blow; and while it quivers as if in pain, he leans over intently to catch the first note that rises. The note, as he feared, is false and harsh. He strains the chord with the torturing thumb-screw; and though it seems ready to snap with the tension, he strikes it again, bending down to listen softly as before, till at length you see a smile on his face as the first true tone trembles upward. So it may be that God is dealing with you. Loving you better than any harper loves his harp, He finds you a mass of jarring discords. He wrings your heartstrings with some torturing anguish; He bends over you tenderly, striking and listening; and, hearing only a harsh murmur, strikes you again, while His heart bleeds for you, anxiously waiting for that strain--"Not my will, but thine be done"--which is melody sweet to His ear as angels' songs. Nor will He cease to strike until your chastened soul shall blend with all the pure and infinite harmonies of His own being. --Selected. |
