Wednesday Addition

Lottie Moon Christmas Offering

Impact on AIDS

Troy Lewis has seen death. He’s also seen lives transformed physically and spiritually in Zambia as an IMB missionary. Troy and his wife, Tracey, were appointed to Zambia with their two boys in 2001.

Troy’s primary focus involves ministering to those impacted by the AIDS crisis. More than 5,500 people die every day from this disease in Sub-Saharan Africa.

Every day people in Zambia are hearing about Jesus Christ, as well—people like Collins. A former street kid, Collins once huffed “petro” and lived in a graveyard. Through local believers and Southern Baptist initiatives, such as True Love Waits, Collins gave his life to Christ. He turned away from a worldly lifestyle that leads many young people to become infected with AIDS.

“I just want to say to Southern Baptists ‘thank you’ for your giving to the Lottie Moon Christmas Offering,” Troy says. It costs Troy about $120 a day to live and minister in Zambia. “Every life that is touched, every life that is saved, every orphan child that is educated is because of the people back home who are giving through this offering.”

How many days will you support a missionary like Troy who is making a difference for this earth and for eternity?

Posted by the IMB at http://www.imb.org/main/give/lmw/Story.asp?StoryID=8755&LanguageID=1709

The monthly meeting at the cabin will be tomorrow at 6:30.  Please feel free to join us.

Saturday Afternoon

Brenda D. Bryant is home and doing well.  Thank-you for keeping her in your prayers the last few days.

Dr. Rod Smith shared something he wrote and gave me permission to share it.  I know it will speak to your heart.

I Saw America Today

I saw America today.

I was among more that 200 people gathered on the tarmac at the Meridian Air Navel Station to welcome Sgt. Eric C. Newman, 30, of Waynesboro, Mississippi, home from Afghanistan.

He did not exit to cheers and hugs but was greeted by respectful silence. Military men and women, bikers, policemen, firemen, all in formation riveted their attention as Sgt. Newman disembarked from the plane carrying him.

He exited in a flag draped coffin, killed in action in Afghanistan.

The family stood near the hearse and as Sgt. Newman’s casket approached he was greeted by his new wife and his mother as they draped their arms around the casket where their beloved husband and son lay. There would be no married life for the newly married couple and another mother had given her son in the name of freedom.

I saw America today.

The procession formed with a police escort in front leading the hearse carrying Sgt. Newman which was followed by his family, more than 100 bikers, including the Patriot Guard Riders, scores of police officers, firemen, and friends. I rode near the front and I never could see the end of the procession as we rolled over the hills from Meridian to Waynesboro.

I saw America today.

On the 60 mile journey truckers, the big rigs, pulled to the side of the road, exited their trucks and put hand over heart in honor of Sgt. Newman and the American flag. Down the road from one big shiny rig was a humble logging truck, driver standing on the ground, hand over heart.

For sixty miles a mixture of people stood by the side of the road, flag in hand as we rolled past. At every junction where a side road entered there were people. At the overpasses there was always a fire truck displaying a large American flag. Every fire department along the way had their fire truck standing by to honor this young American who gave his life for us.

There was a young Boy Scout, in uniform, proudly saluting Sgt. Newman and the American flags that passed him.

A man in bib overalls stood by a ragged old pickup truck giving honor. Just down the road was a man dressed in suit and tie by his expensive SUV.

Something in the bright blue sky above caught my eye. It was two jet fighter planes flying over the procession, the thoughtful action of fellow soldiers.

I could see a woman kneeling, holding something out in her hands. At first I thought it must be a camera but as I passed I could clearly see it was a folded American flag. Just like the one that was given to my mother when my father died. Yes, it was her way of saying, “I lost a loved one as well.”

I saw America today.

As we left the main road and entered Waynesboro two fire trucks were parked in such a way as to form an arch with a giant American flag suspended between the two.

The streets were lined solid with people. No cars were moving. I observed someone in a wheel chair on the side of the road. When we drew closer I saw several in wheel chairs, some on crutches. They were old, and fragile. They were residents of a nursing home. On down the road there was another group from yet another nursing home, all waving tiny American flags.

As we wound our way through town hundreds of people lined the sides of the streets. We passed an elementary school. The children lined the fence three deep, most with flags, some with red, white, and blue balloons which were later released.

Next we passed the high school. Again the students respectfully lined the streets adjacent to the school. All were standing respectfully in honor of Sgt. Newman.

And did I mention the yellow ribbons? They were on trees, mailboxes, fences, and anywhere people could place them.

I saw America today.

When we had finished the escort all the bikers were asked to meet at the First Baptist Church of Waynesboro. There they gathered us up and escorted us to the Western Sizzlen’ where the people of the town treated us to lunch for doing something of which we were proud to be a part.

Today, I saw America and I’m proud to be an American. God bless America.


Pray for this family and for all the families that are apart due to military service. Pray they will seek God to get them through the separation and the trials they face.

Anna Lee

Monday Evening

Mrs. Avis Sullivan is headed to Line Creek.  Don’t you know she will be excited to see Line Creek after her hospital/rehab time!

East Fort Baptist Church is having a 5th Sunday singing this month.  I think the singing is from 6:30 – 7:30 P.M.

We will have the “Third Thursday” gathering at the cabin this week.  You are invited to come at 6:30 and enjoy the food, fellowship, and devotional time.

Jacqueline Gaines
(January 28, 1941 – October 18, 2010)

A resident of Amite, she died on Monday, October 18, 2010 at her home in Amite. She was born January 28, 1941 and was 69 years of age.

McKneely Funeral Home, Amite, in charge of arrangements.

Jonathan Barry Swearingen
(October 26, 1962 – October 18, 2010)

A resident of Kentwood, he died on Monday, October 18, 2010 at his residence in Kentwood. He was born October 26, 1962 and was 47 years of age. McKneely Funeral Home, Kentwood, in charge of arrangements.

Sunday

Now that we know what we have—Jesus,

this great High Priest with ready access to God—

let’s not let it slip through our fingers.

We don’t have a priest who is out of touch with our reality.

He’s been through weakness and testing,

experienced it all—all but the sin.

So let’s walk right up to him and get what he is so ready to give.

Take the mercy, accept the help.

~Hebrews 4:14-16 (MSG)~

We’re having bad weather now.  I’ll post more later.

Anna Lee

Monday Death Notice


Donald Ray “Hot Rod” Simpson

August 19, 1947 – June 5, 2010

A resident of Kentwood, LA, died at 10:30PM on Sunday, June 6, 2010 at his home. He was born August 19, 1947 in New Orleans, LA and was 62 years of age. Visitation at McKneely Funeral Home, Kentwood, from 6 p.m. until 9 p.m. on Wednesday and from 10 a.m. until religious services at 2 p.m .Thursday. Services conducted by Bro. Matthew Booty. Interment Woodland Cemetery, Kentwood, LA. Survived by daughter, Dawn S. Booty and her husband, Donnie, Kentwood, 6 grandchildren, Jessica and Ryan Cutrer, Macy Booty, Ciara, C. J. and Dalton Simpson, great-grandson, Gabe Simpson, 2 brothers, Buster Simpson and his wife, Charlene, Alexandria, and Jerry Simpson and his wife, Toye, Summit, MS, numerous nieces and nephews and many special friends. Special companion, Terry Jones and her family, Laurel, MS. Preceded in death by his wife, Frances B. Simpson, daughter, Theresa Lynn Simpson, son, Clayton J. Simpson, and parents, Earl and Mary Simpson.

Sunday

Each of us finds our meaning and function

as a part of His body.

~Romans 12:5 (MSG)~

Pray for all the children who will be in VBS next week and/or the coming weeks.  Pray they hear the Word and accept Jesus as their Savior.

Update on Callie Cole

Good Morning,
We hope all is well in your household today.  God is continuing to heal Ms. Callie.   We remain excited about her accomplishments and what is to come.  She is spelling away to communicate and she is trying to speak as she spells.  This new stage in her healing will cause you to work a little too.  Several require a pen and paper to write each letter as she points indicating which one.
She tells everyone she wants to go home with them.  We have told her that she can visit but the spend the nights will come later.   She is okay with our answers, but “no” doesn’t sway her to ask one more time!!
Callie thinks she is 14 years old and in the ninth grade.  She thinks we are picking at her when we tell her she is 16 and will soon be 17 later this month!!  She will ask several times a day how old am I?
She has also cried out and said “I’m confused.”  We just reassure her and let her know that the Lord is continuing to heal her and we don’t know how much she will be able to remember.  We tell her that her injury is similar to a turned over filing cabinet.  There are files thrown around everywhere in her brain and we have to pick them all up and put them back in order.  Just continue to work hard and talk to the Lord.  He will clear the confusion for you.  She often has a real quiet time after she has been really confused and aggravated.  We give her her space, but wonder if she is talking to the King.  We just pray that those mighty arms are embracing her and whispering “be still and know that I am God!”
We have quit using the feeding pump for nightly feeds and have put Callie on a four times a day feeding schedule.  This seems to be working well.  She goes to therapy everyday as an outpatient during the week.  The therapy is harder for her.  Friday she started to cry when we pulled up to the gym.  It did not last long.  She does well once she begins.  Why is it always difficult to start something?  Things really aren’t so bad once you dig in.
I can’t help but put myself where she is and liken the circumstance to growing in the Word with the truth.  As Christians we sometimes drag our feet to begin living the new truth that His word has revealed.  Why?  I don’t know.  But once we are living as He commands us, life is much easier.  I find so much freedom when I am obedient to His word.
Thanks for the continued prayer and the encouragement.  Keep it real!

Love,
Frances

Camilla Ammons Davidson Hughes
(September 15, 1928 – June 5, 2010)

Beloved mother, grandmother and great-grandmother succumbed to her courageous battle with cancer on Saturday, June 05, 2010 at the age of 81. She was a native of Troy, AL and a resident of Amite. She was employed for over 30 years at Thrift Town Pharmacy in Amite. She is survived by her daughter, Ann Davidson Wax, Denham Springs, LA and son, Thomas H. Davidson, Sr. and wife, Judy, Denham Springs, LA; 3 grandchildren, Benjamin T. Wax, Denham Springs, Thomas H. Davidson, Jr., Slaughter and Jennifer M. Davidson, Baton Rouge; 4 great-grandchildren, Sophie Claire Wax, Kayleigh and Colesie Davidson, and Nathan Lachney; step-daughters, Ann Marie Hughes Banos and husband, Orlando, Austin, TX, and Brenda Darlene Hughes, Walker, LA; step-sons, Johnny Lamar Hughes and wife, Gaisha, Tickfaw, LA and Michael Wayne Hughes and wife, Tracey, Walker, LA; 14 step-grandchildren; sisters, Margie Harvell, Birmingham, AL and Pauline King; brother, Henry Eugene “Bud” Ammons, Camden, NC. She was preceded in death by her first husband, Ivy Thomas Davidson; second husband, William F. “Bill” Hughes; son, Dennis Davidson; daughter, Donna Lynn Davidson; parents, Henry Randal and Polly Ammons; sister, Helen Buford; brothers, Joe Russell Ammons, Sr. and Billy Morgan Capps. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to Mt. Nebo Baptist Church, 64671 Hwy. 1054, Roseland, LA 70456. The family would like to express our heartfelt gratitude to the staff of Generations Hospice for their very special care and comfort and to her “extended family”, the E. R. “Bud” Glasgow family, Anita Hawkins and Jeanette Relan for their love and support. Visitation at McKneely Funeral Home, Amite, from 5 p.m. until 8 p.m. on Sunday and from 9 a.m. until 2 p.m. on Monday. Religious services will be held at Mt. Nebo Baptist Church, Roseland, at 2:30 p.m. on Monday conducted by Pastor Larry Blades. Interment in Tangipahoa Cemetery, Tangipahoa. For an online guestbook, visit http://www.mckneelys.com.

Have a wonderful Lord’s Day!  Don’t leave him out!

Anna Lee

Sunday Evening

Jack Gill, Jr.

(April 20, 1929 – May 30, 2010)

A resident of Amite, LA, died on Sunday, May 30, 2010 at his residence. He was born April 20, 1929 and was 81 years of age. Arrangements are incomplete at McKneely Funeral Home, Amite.

Jerry Guycell Chadwick
(December 25, 1947 – May 28, 2010)

A resident of Amite, LA, died at 10:26PM on Friday, May 28, 2010 at North Oaks Medical Center in Hammond, LA. He was born December 25, 1947 in Amite, LA and was 62 years of age.Visitation at McKneely Funeral Home, Amite, from 10 a.m. on Monday until religious services at 2 p.m. Monday. Services conducted by Rev. Richard Sandburg. Interment Arcola-Roseland Cemetery, Arcola, LA. Survived by wife, Brenda Chadwick, 3 daughters, Tracy Logan and her husband, Larry, Brandi Cali and her husband, Jermery, and Jacy Hayden and her husband, Jimmy, 2 brothers, Alan Chadwick and his wife, Kim, and Robert Chadwick, sister, Linda Roberts and her husband, Maurice, grandchildren, Sarah Logan, Joel Logan, and Roy Hayden, sister-in-law, Judy Chadwick, and many nieces and nephews. Preceded in death by brother, Ronald Earl “Buddy” Chadwick, father, Guycell Chadwick, and mother, Mary LaNell Brister Chadwick.

Claude Brumfield‘s arrangements are still incomplete.

Mrs. Frances Bell

Visitation is 5-8 p.m. Sunday at McKneely Funeral Home in Kentwood, and from 8 a.m. until services there at 11 a.m. Monday. Services conducted by Rev. Percy Frazier. Interment will follow in Woodland Cemetery, Kentwood.

Saturday

If you ever feel like you are at “the end of your rope”, read the scripture below and claim it as your own.

“At that time we were completely overwhelmed,

the burden was more than we could bear,

in fact we told ourselves that this was the end.

Yet we believe now

that we had this experience of coming to the end of our tether

that we might learn to trust,

not in ourselves,

but in God who can raise the dead.”

~2 Corinthians 1:8-9 (PH)~

Yesterday, I had an opportunity to talk with Ms. Wanda Cage about her health.  She will take 6 monthly treatments and has completed the first one.  She said she was doing well so far.  Keep her in your prayers.

Good picture of Mrs. Frances Bell

CaringBridge

Baptist Press article that is very timely for Memorial Day