Sunday

God is always on the alert,

constantly on the lookout for people

who are totally committed to him.

~2 Chronicles 16:9a (MSG)~

Frances Gay received good news Friday.  She is  cancer free!  I’m helping her “yell it from the rooftops”!

CaringBridge

Baptist Press Stories for Oct. 22, 2010
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  • ELECTION ’10: State ballot initiatives give voters a say
  • Biblical Recorder editor resigns
  • WEEK OF PRAYER: Missionary’s visit ends man’s 20-year wait for Gospel
  • POLL: Pastors sour on Obama’s performance & oppose pulpit political endorsements
  • TRUSTEES: NAMB’s Ezell: ‘We must do more’
  • USCIRF: 8 nations, including Russia, failing religious liberty pledge
  • MARRIAGE DIGEST: Calif. gov., AG races could affect Prop. 8; …
  • SBC DIGEST: Criswell search leads back to Jerry Johnson; Land at SWBTS
  • FIRST-PERSON: Juan Williams’ offense? His feelings
Myra Darouse LaRue
(January 19, 1922 – October 22, 2010)

Myra Smallwood Darouse LaRue of Greensburg, LA, passed away on October 22, 2010. Following her cancer diagnosis five weeks ago, Mrs. LaRue was lovingly cared for at home by her sister, Mary Darouse Pardue and three nieces, Judy Pardue Polidori of Chandler, AZ, Barbara Pardue of Little Rock, AR, and Mary Sue Darouse of Metairie, LA. Mrs. LaRue was born in Hammond, LA, on January 19, 1922, to Frank Francis Darouse and Mary Magdalene Smallwood Darouse. She joined the WAAC in World War II, graduated from Southeastern Louisiana University and earned her Masters degree from Louisiana State University. She was a physical education teacher with the New Orleans Public Schools for more than 30 years. Mrs. LaRue was a Master Gardener and a devoted weekly volunteer at Mary Bird Perkins Cancer Center in Hammond. She was predeceased by her husband Robert E. LaRue, her parents, and her brothers, James “Jimmy,” Joseph “JoeJoe,” and Fritz “Tootsie” Darouse. She is survived by her sister, Mary “Libba” Darouse Pardue of Little Rock, AR, brother, Charles Edward Darouse of Houston, TX, and many nieces and nephews and their children. Mrs. LaRue requested cremation with no public service. Memorials may be made to Mary Bird Perkins Cancer Center of Hammond, 15728 Paul Vega MD Drive, Hammond, La., 70403. McKneely Funeral Home, Amite, in charge of arrangements.

Have a great Lord’s Day!

Anna Lee

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

Saturday

Noah did everything just as God commanded him.

~Genesis 6:22 (NIV)~

(We should strive to be more like Noah!)

Myra Darouse LaRue
(January 19, 1922 – October 22, 2010)

A resident of Greensburg, she died on Friday, October 22, 2010 at her home. She was born January 19, 1922 in Hammond and was 88 years of age.

McKneely Funeral Home, Amite, in charge of arrangements.

Take time today to make tomorrow less stressful.  You will be glad you did.  God will be pleased too!

Anna Lee

Friday Night

Gwendolyn Marguerite Evans Bel
(November 6, 1922 – October 22, 2010)

A resident of Independence, LA and formerly of Amite, died on Friday, October 22, 2010 at St. Helena Parish Hospital in Greensburg, LA. She was born November 6, 1922 in Sacramento, CA and was 87 years of age. Mrs. Bel was a member of First Baptist Church, Amite, and retired from the Welfare Office in Amite. Visitation at McKneely Funeral Home, Amite, from 9 a.m. on Monday until religious services at 1 p.m. Monday. Services conducted by Rev. Mike Foster. Interment Mulberry Street Cemetery, Amite, LA. Survived by daughter, Betty Jo Toups and her husband, Dick, Baton Rouge, 3 sons, Richard Bel, Metairie, Milton “Buddy” Bel and his wife, Claire, Amite, John Patrick Bel and his wife, Elena, Allen Park, MI, brother, Duaine Evans, Baton Rouge, and 7 grandchildren. Preceded in death by husband, Milton J. Bel, parents, Darling and Mae Evans, brother, Ronald Evans, 2 grandsons, Taylor Bel and Scott Toups.

Kenny Brister
(February 12, 1960 – October 22, 2010)

A resident of Roseland, he died at 4:50 a.m. on Friday, October 22, 2010 Our Lady of the Lake Regional Medical Center in Baton Rouge. He was born February 12, 1960 in Magnolia, MS and was 50 years of age. Visitation at First Baptist Church of Arcola from 6 p.m. until 8 p.m. on Monday and from 8 a.m. until Religious Services at 10 a.m. Tuesday. Services conducted by Rev. Bob Simpson. Interment Amite Memorial Gardens, Amite. Survived by mother, Lillian Creel Brister, Roseland, daughter, Lacey Brister, Woodstock, GA, 2 grandchildren, Aaron and Alyssa, sister, Brenda Edwards and her husband, Chris, Roseland, nephews, Chris Edwards, Jr. and Blake Edwards. Preceded in death by father, Louis R. Brister, Jr. McKneely Funeral Home, Amite, in charge of arrangements.

Friday

The wise man looks ahead.

The fool attempts to fool himself

and won’t face facts.

~Proverbs 14:8 (TLB)~


Pray for Mr. Malcolm Hastings.  He was released from North Oaks and is back at home.  Pray for his family as they care for him.

TODAY’S PRAYER
IMB
OCTOBER 22, 2010

“Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.” (Matthew 1:29-30)

WORLD LEADERS. “Therefore I exhort first of all that supplications, prayers, intercessions, and giving of thanks be made for all men, for kings and all who are in authority, that we may lead a quiet and peaceable life in all godliness and reverence” (1 Timothy 2:1-2). Please pray today for King Norodom Sihamoni of Cambodia (southeastern Asia, between Thailand and Vietnam).

HAITI EARTHQUAKE. God is answering your prayers for children in Haiti. The majority of school schedules have been disrupted due to damaged or collapsed buildings. The Woman’s Missionary Union, SBC, has given funds through their Foundation to purchase blackboards and desks and to provide scholarship tuition for students. Other assistance has been given through the combined contributions of the International Mission Board and Global Baptist Response. The Dominican Republic Baptist Convention purchased roofing materials for one church school. Give thanks to God for these contributors who are working in partnership to enable Haitian children to return to their classrooms and a more stable routine. Continue to pray for the emotional healing of Haitian children. Pray for them to receive sincere love and godly guidance from their teachers. praying4haiti@mail.com

JULA OF COTE D’IVOIRE, BURKINA FASO, AND MALI (JOO-luh). The Jula Team writes: “We are really just looking for one believer–the one who will be the key to reaching the Jula. Sister organizations are looking, partnering churches are looking, and we are looking, but nothing will happen until it is God’s time and place. So please pray that we will be in the right place to find what God has for us. Pray that we will have patience and perseverance to work until it is His time.” prayforjula@dtccom.net

INTERNATIONAL MISSIONS PRAYERLINE
IMB
Friday, October 22, 2010

“Let marriage be held in honor among all,” (Hebrews 13:4a, ESV).

Dear Intercessors, this is Eleanor Witcher of the Office of Global Prayer Strategy, asking you to pray for marriage relationships.

Imagine, if you will, that you are a married Hindu woman living in northern India. This coming Monday, October 25, you would get up around 4 a.m. to begin a strict day-long fast in observance of Karwa Chauth. This Hindu festival gives you the opportunity to demonstrate your devotion to your husband. During the day, you would pray for the long life, wellbeing, and prosperity of your husband. You would also mark the day by visiting friends and family, and exchanging gifts. On this day, you would wear the things that symbolize your status as a married woman: jewelry, bangles, henna (intricate designs dyed on your hands), bindi (a red dot on your forehead), your wedding clothes, etc. Your husband would give you beautiful gifts to show his love and care.

Among the Obie of East Asia, however, there is very little respect for marriage. Usually the husband and wife do not spend time together. Often one spouse will go out with other friends in the evenings to drink tea or to sing while the other stays at home. Also, they often joke about how many girlfriends or boyfriends they have outside of their marriage. They are very open and do not feel any shame in talking about these relationships. It seems that most of the people have accepted this lifestyle and have grown to believe that this is normal and healthy. Pray that the Holy Spirit will convict these men and women of their sin.

* For non-Christian couples, please pray that they discover the all-surpassing love of God and surrender their broken, unhealthy marriages to His restorative power.

* Ask God to strengthen Christian couples to be committed to purity and mutual respect in their marriages.

* Intercede for missionary couples as they strive to model devoted Christian marriages within their adopted culture.

SUCCESS AT ALL COSTS

The story is told of a man named Yussif, the Terrible Turk.  Yussif was a 350-pound wrestling champion in Europe a couple of generations ago.  After he won the European championship, he sailed to America to wrestle our champ, whose name was Strangler Lewis — a little guy by comparison who weighed just a shade over 200 pounds.

Although he wasn’t very big, Strangler had a simple plan for defeating his opponents and it had never failed to work.  He put his massive arm around the neck of his opponent and cut off the oxygen.  Many an opponent had passed out in the ring with Strangler Lewis.

The problem when he fought Yussif the Turk was that Yussif didn’t have a neck.  His body went from his head to his massive shoulders.  Lewis could never get his hold and it wasn’t long that the Turk flipped Lewis to the mat and pinned him.  After winning the championship, the Turk demanded all five thousand dollars in gold.  After he wrapped the championship belt around his vast waist, he stuffed the gold into the belt and boarded the next ship back to Europe.  He was a success!  He had captured America’s glory and her gold!

He set sail on the SS Bourgogne.  Halfway across the Atlantic, a storm struck and the ship began to sink.  Yussif went over the side with his gold still strapped around his body.  The added weight was too much for the Turk and he sank like an anvil before they could get him into a lifeboat.  He was never seen again.

Maybe you think, “What a fool!  He should have had a lot more sense than that!”  But, the truth of the matter is, we all tend to grasp the things of this world and hold onto them even while we’re sinking.

Solomon made this observation:  “Then I returned and saw vanity under the sun:  There is one alone, without companion:  He has neither son nor brother. Yet there is no end to all his labors, nor is his eye satisfied with riches.  But he never asks, ‘For whom do I toil and deprive myself of good?’  This also is vanity and a grave misfortune.” (Ecclesiastes 4:8)

Solomon describes a man, like so many today, who doesn’t know how to quit.  He can’t slow down.  He’s driven to succeed,  to achieve, to accumulate.  He works harder and harder to become that successful person he so wants to be.  And never once does he pause long enough to ask the question, “Who am I doing this for?  Why do I feel compelled to run faster and faster in the rat race?”

Success promises a view from the top.  But, without God in the picture, success will drag you down just as it did for Yussif, the Terrible Turk.

“Better is a handful of quietness than both hands full, together with toil and grasping for the wind.” (Ecclesiastes 4:6)

Have a great day!

Alan Smith
Helen Street Church of Christ
Fayetteville, North Carolina

Thanks for praying.  You make a difference in many lives.

Anna Lee

Thursday Update

Brenda Daniel Bryant, formerly of Amite, had a blockage that required a stent.  Brenda is doing well and should be able to go home tomorrow.  Thank you for praying for Brenda and her family.

Bill Pope, son of Jack Pope, a former teacher and coach at Amite High School, had a angiogram today.  I do not have results from his procedure yet.  Keep praying for things to go well.

Thursday

“Come to Me,

all you who labor and are heavy laden,

and I will give you rest.”

~Matthew 11:28~

Pray for Brenda Daniel Bryant as she has an angiogram today and then whatever is necessary after that.  She is in Lafayette.

Jadon’s Story

My seizures are staying about the same now. I’m only having about 20 during the night and then about 40 during the day. So the medicine is definitely working. We are very thankful that my seizures are down. We still aren’t satisfied with 60-80 a day though. Mommy talked to my neurologist in New Orleans today and we are going to start the ketogenic diet. Mommy and daddy have been researching between Vagabatrin and the keto diet since we left Boston. They both think that it is less risky to do the keto diet. We know that it is going to be hard, but we would rather start this diet while I’m still young. The diet has a very high success rate. We went and got my vision checked and talked to the eye doctor about the medicine and we just don’t want to risk vision loss right now. My strengths are my vision and my personality. I already have so many issues and we think its too risky. So we are waiting for the neurologist to call us back with a date to start the diet. I will have to start it in the hospital and stay for 4 days. We are not looking forward to the hospital stay but we believe that this is the next step that we should take. In Boston we had decided to go with Vagabatrin, at the last minute the doctor came in and said try Banzel first. We believe this happened for a reason and that the diet is the right way to go. Hopefully the combination of the diet and the meds that I’m on will give us seizure control. If the diet works, I will be on it for two years. Two years is also when Boston wants to see us back to repeat the test that they did recently. Please continue to pray for me. I’ve really come a long way in the last week.

Thought for the Day: Lessons from Legos

The following essay on “All I Ever Needed to Know I Learned From LEGOs” was written by Steve Klusmeyer:

“Life might be less complicated for all of us if we each received our own LEGO kit at birth. Yes, I realize there is a choking hazard for children under three. But when you are old enough, you can learn a lot from LEGOs. I have learned that:

~ Size doesn’t matter. When stepped on in the dark, a 2X2 LEGO brick causes the same amount of pain as a 2X8 brick.

~ All LEGO men are created equal (1.5625 inches tall). What they become is limited only by imagination.

~ There is strength in numbers. When the bricks stick together, great things can be accomplished.

~ Playtime is important. Sometimes it doesn’t matter what you are building, as long as you’re having fun.

~ Disaster happens. But the pieces can be put back together again.

~ Every brick has a purpose. Some are made for a specific spot – most can adapt almost anywhere – but every one will fit somewhere.

~ Color doesn’t matter. A blue brick will fit in the same space as a red brick.

~ No one is indispensable. If one brick is unavailable, another can take its place.

~ It doesn’t always turn out as planned. Sometimes it turns out better. If it doesn’t, you can always try again.

I thought about each of these statements as it relates to the church. Some of the statements apply more than others. For example, unity is a biblical concept. When Christians stick together, great things can be accomplished.

And it is an important biblical truth that every Christian has a purpose. As Paul describes it in I Corinthians 12 using the analogy of a human body, some of us are eyes, some are hands, still others are feet, but we all have a purpose and a role.

But while it is technically true that “no one is indispensable”, the teaching of scripture is that each one of us is needed and the body suffers greatly if we don’t do our part (I Cor. 12:20-22)

The greatest comparison between Legos and Christianity, though, is that we are indeed a building shaped by God’s own hand. And every Christian is a part of that building — not a plastic building block, but a “living stone”:

“As you come to him, the living Stone — rejected by men but chosen by God and precious to him — you also, like living stones, are being built into a spiritual house to be a holy priesthood, offering spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ.” (I Peter 2:4-5)

–Alan

Have a terrific Thursday!  I hope to see some of you at the cabin tonight at 6:30 for the Third Thursday meeting for food, fellowship, Bible study, and prayer.

Anna Lee

Wednesday

“Declare His glory among the nations,

His wonders among all people.”

~1 Chronicles 16:24~

Thank God for the wonderful rain He is providing for us this morning.

Jadon’s Story

I was hesitant to post this because it seems like everytime I post good news we have days of bad. I finally decide that I was because today was a great day. I don’t have many great days so we are just going to praise God for today and pray that we will have more good days than bad. I made it all night without having any spasms. When I woke up this morning, I had a bad cluster of around 35. Since then I have only had about 25 more spasms. This is a huge improvement. Thank you God!!! Maybe this medicine with the help of your prayers is working better than we thought. We will definitely know in the next couple of days. Thanks you God for this great day and thank you all for your prayers!!!!

Pray for Holly K. as she travels back to the United States today.  Thank God for her willingness to serve two years.  Pray for her safety as she travels.  Pray for her family.  I know they are anxious and very excited today.  Pray for Holly as God leads her in the next step of her life.

Operation Christmas Child

It’s that time of the year again.  We get to pack shoe boxes for children around the world.  They can learn of human love and God’s love because of the box they receive.  If you need more information, google Operation Christmas Child, contact a church that participates, or contact me.  Remember, it is more blessed to give than to receive.  Also, think of how great it is to introduce a child (and their family) to Jesus!

Jacqueline Russell Ricks
(January 28, 1941 – October 18, 2010)

A resident of Amite, she died on Monday, October 18, 2010 at her home. She was born January 28, 1941 in Independence and was 69 years of age. Visitation at McKneely Funeral Home, Amite, from 9 a.m. on Saturday until religious services at 12 Noon Saturday. Services conducted by Rev. David Cutrer. Interment Arcola-Roseland Cemetery, Arcola. Survived by 3 daughters, Shannon Reeves and her husband, Greg, Hammond, Laura Banos and her husband, Omar, Amite, Ann Renee’ Jones and her husband, Tracy, Roseland, 2 sons, Boe Ricks and his wife, Kelly, Roseland, John Ricks and his wife, Amy, Loranger, 4 sisters, Becky Davis, Amite, Jean Rowdon, Amite, June Graves, Ponchatoula, Bonnie Hardy, ILL, 1 brother, Charles Russell, Amite, 12 grandchildren, Jordan, Stephanie, Jason, Julie, Candace, Brock, Dakota, Tracie Danielle, Joei’ Lauren, Hunter, Logan, and Laiken, 5 great-grandchildren, Grace, Nicholas, Joseph, Kensley, and Kade. Preceded in death by parents, Charles Lee Russell and Nettie Laura Pevey Russell, 2 infant sons, Michael and Robert Ricks.

Are You Starting to Forget

There’s a beautiful story about a little boy who couldn’t wait for his new baby sister to come home from the hospital. He couldn’t wait to be near her, to talk to her. But his parents didn’t want him to be left alone with her. After all he was only four years old, so they wanted to supervise his visits. He kept begging to be alone with her, so one night his parents finally relented. The boy tiptoed into her room, stood next to his sister’s crib and said: “Tell me about God – I’m starting to forget.”

There are times when we as adults get so caught up in the “rat race” and all of our responsibilities. Perhaps we need to go to the children around us and say, “Tell me about God — I’m starting to forget.”

There are weeks when we’ve been dealing with irate customers and heavy traffic. We need to fellowship with the saints and worship God together because “I’m starting to forget.”

There are weeks when we’ve had to focus on crying babies, the paying of bills and doctors’ appointments. We need the reminder of the Lord’s Supper to see God’s love and grace because “I’m starting to forget.”

There are days when we’re so caught up in deadlines at work and getting the kids to soccer practice, days when we need to slow down a bit and spend time with God in prayer because “I’m starting to forget.”

“Only take heed to yourself, and diligently keep yourself, lest you forget the things your eyes have seen, and lest they depart from your heart all the days of your life.” (Deuteronomy 4:9)

Are you starting to forget? Ask someone to tell you about God once more.

Have a great day!

Alan Smith

Don’t forget the Third Thursday meeting at the cabin tomorrow.  Contact me if you need more information.  We would love to have you!

Thanks for praying today.  You make a difference!

Anna Lee