Shouts Of Joy!

Baptism. A special time. Tenderness. Explosive joy! A new babe in Christ is toddling into obedience. Not yet sure footed, yet, with the faith and trust of a small child. The testimony of the one who stands before a loving and adoring crowd of people is a proclamation of their undying love of Jesus.

Such a happening took place in our congregation this past Sunday morning. A teen aged boy was in the baptistery with the pastor and as tradition of our body goes, those who are a part of his life stood with him as he was baptized. There was a large group from our youth department that were standing as well as family and other friends. As he came out of the waters the youth group burst out into a spontaneous celebratory cheer that reverberated throughout the auditorium. The shouts were pure joy.

Do you hear Him? Our Holy God! Our Heavenly Father and all of heaven were rejoicing over this young man. He had already been called unto the Father through the Holy Spirit and now once again gave his testimony of God's love.

The moment in time was exciting and sweet. This young man and his friends in the audience at that point in history were saying, "I love Jesus. I will serve my God!"

Wow!

Such devotion is music to the ears and a sweet aroma to the nostrils of our Almighty God. He accepted true worship.

Bless Our Pastor

Growing up in the church with my dad as a pastor was an enriching experience. He preached mostly in small mission churchs. With my mom at his side, they worked countless hours. She was a dedicated mom and pastor's wife. She is now in her early eighties. My dad has gone on to be with his Jesus. One of my fondest childhood memories is of the revivals when the visiting pastors and music directors would sit and share stories of sharing the gospel. They would discuss their love for Jesus and share their testimonies. Wow! What a privelege to be able to sit and listen to these wonderful men of God.

Mike, my husband has been a pastor for almost as long as we have been married. For thirty-five years he has dedicated himself to study of the word of God. He, as my father before him, ministered in small churches. We have memories of VBS, Revivals, church camp and many other events of church life.

Through the years, we have had many pastor friends. There were times when Mike served in the church as a member rather than a pastor, as he does at this point in time. We are members of a wonderful church body. We have had pastors, such as Dr. White, that have been faithful mentors. One in particular was John Barry, who is now with our Lord. He and his wife Gloria walked with us and prayed for us through some difficult times and mentored us with love and compassion. We thank God for them.

The following writing came about as a dedication to the many men with whom God has blessed my life, including our dear pastor, Dr. White, who ministers with much love for the body of Christ.

Bless Our Pastor

On his knees before you,
Is the shepherd of this flock.
Many hours watching, praying, and waiting on you, oh Lord.
Waiting for direction, waiting for your glory to fall.

Our shepherd loves your people Lord.
It is evident to see.
His heart yearns for those who hurt,
To be healed, and to be set free.

The hours of preparation,
Drinking in with thirsty heart.
As the Holy Spirit feeds his soul.
While reading and studying the Word.

Giving counsel to those who ask.
Dilligently protecting this flock,
Pointing to the Living Word.
The Christ, Jesus, our Savior, our Lord.

Father, bless our pastor.
The shepherd you have so graciously given.
As the desires of your heart become his very breath,
Give him all he would ever ask.

Our dear pastor is human,
With frailties, flaws and sins.
Let your people ever petition you Lord,
For your protection, your grace and mercy to be poured over him.

As our pastor, our shepherd, feeds us, oh Lord,
May we be filled to overflowing.
May the overflow be poured out over the lost.
May our community be blessed and take notice.

May our pastor's hearts have reason to rejoice.
May our pastor's prayers be answered for his flock and for the lost.
May our pastor's honor of you bring glory to your name.
May our pastgor's heart worship you his Lord,
His Almighty God, his heavenly Father.

"One Last Tear"

As she lay in her hospital bed, Betty's family came to the realization that she was about to draw her last breath. She had fought a valiant fight with kidney disease and now her body was weary and tired.

Many hours of dialysis will now come to an end. Paul, her devoted husband had gone with her to almost every treatment for the past six years of their fifty-seven years together. So many of those years were spent in darkness. They did not know Jesus as their Savior and Lord. Three years before Betty found herself in the hospital this one last time, Paul and she met Jesus. All who knew Betty and Paul celebrated.

The last three years of her life were a struggle for Betty, yet she did have more peace. She was no longer angry with her Jehovah God. He offered her comfort and she accepted it.

It has been two years since Betty passed on an April evening in 2008, into the loving arms of her Jesus. Paul followed her on July 4Th of the same year. The family mourned the loss of both of them. Their presence, their laughter, the very essence of the both of them is still missed.

The story that follows is a tribute to the love they both shared. His spirit and her spirit joined the Spirit of God and showed trust. The Holy Spirit of God was most gracious to them on Betty's last day.

One Last Tear

Three years and five months ago began a new walk for Betty and Paul.

As the love of Jesus penetrated deeply,

The overflow of this love brought peace, joy and increased faith.

They will walk together for all eternity.

Betty is now gone and Paul is left behind, much sorrow at her passing.

Yet, joy comes! New Life! Heaven! God's celebration!

For His daughter, Betty, is standing now, face to face with Jesus.

His blood covers her. She is pure! The bride of Christ stands glowing.

Lying on her hospital bed, Betty was ready to go.

Paul was not ready, heartbroken over being without her.

Her eyes now glassy, left with no recognition,

Suddenly came to life and followed Paul.

He spoke to her and said goodbye.

He said "I love you and God loves you."

He kissed his Betty on the forehead and raised up to see,

Her lips were pursed waiting for a kiss and kissed her lips.

One of her favorite hymns began to be sung.

One she had sung herself so many times before.

She listened but could not join in song.

As she heard:

"There is a fountain. Who is a King.
Victorious Warrior! The Lord of everything!
My Rock! My Shelter! My very own!
Blessed Redeemer! Who reigns upon the throne."

Betty's spirit soared! For she personally knew her Lord.
While she was listening to this blessed song,
One last tear was found at the corner of her eye.
Her spirit was comforted. Blessed to overflowing.

That very evening, Betty went to Jesus,
Surrounded by the love of her family.
The Holy Spirit entered the room,
And took Betty to her glorious new home.

Due to the grace and mercy of our loving Father,
With victory she is now looking in the face of her loving Lord.
Surrounded by all of heaven, who join her as she falls before Him.
Singing! Praising! Honoring! Worshiping her Holy God!