ye do in word or deed,
do all in the name of the Lord Jesus,
giving thanks to God and the Father by him.
September 29, 2002
Sunday is our Fifth Sunday Contribution.
This contribution will be placed into the Building Fund.
Note: We met with the bank on Friday and they said they hope to
have something ready for us by mid-week. As soon as the financing
is approved we hope to being work ASAP. All of Sundays contribution
will be placed into the Building Fund. If you would like to make
a special contribution to the building fund - there are envelopes
in the foyer.
A woman was waiting at an airport
With several long hours before her flight.
She hunted for a book in the airport shop,
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.
She was engrossed in her book, but
happened to see,
That the man beside her, as bold as could be,
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between,
Which she tried to ignore, to avoid a scene.
She read, munched cookies, and watched
As the gutsy cookie thief! diminished her stock.
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by,
Thinking, If I wasnt so nice, Id blacken his eye!
With each cookie she took, he took
When only one was left, she wondered what hed do.
With a smile on his face and a nervous laugh,
He took the last cookie and broke it in half.
He offered her half, as he ate the
She snatched it from him and thought, Oh brother,
This guy has some nerve, and hes also rude,
Why, he didnt even show any gratitude!
She had never known when she had
been so galled,
And sighed with relief when her flight was called.
She gathered her belongings and headed for the gate,
Refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate.
She boarded the plane and sank in
Then sought her book, which was almost complete.
As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise.
There was her bag of cookies in front of her eyes!
If mine are here, she
moaned with despair,
Then the others were his and he tried to share!
Too late to apologize, she realized with grief,
That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief!
My natural mother once wrote a poem
about being thankful that I have always treasured since I discovered
it. She died in 1984 with skin cancer. But, all that I learned from
her is still with me today. I thank God for every memory and every
valuable lesson that she taught me about life.
Her Poem went like this
Thank God for
They have a tale to tell.
While other folks go hungry,
Were eating very well.
With home and
health and happiness
We should not want to fuss.
For by this stack of evidence,
God is very good to us.
Cecelia D. Williams
It is often that stack of evidence
that we so often forget or slight because we are too busy fussing
John Williams, III
William Barclay once wrote,
"There is always something for which
to give thanks; even on the darkest day there are blessings to
count. We must remember that if we face the sun the shadows will
fall behind us but if we turn our backs on the sun all the shadows
will be in front."
(The Daily Study Bible Series: The
Letter To The Philipians, Colossians and Thessalonians)