Monday Afternoon

Willie Mae McIntyre White
(January 20, 1923 – February 17, 2008)

Died at 1:50 p.m. on Sunday, February 17, 2008 at North Oaks Medical Center in Hammond. She was a native of Bolivar and a resident of Amite. Age 85 years. Visitation at McKneely Funeral Home, Amite, from 6 p.m. until Memorial Services at 8 p.m. on Tuesday conducted by Rev. Danny Smith. She is survived by her son, Gene “Butch” White and his wife, Maria, Amite; 2 daughters, Trudy Nelson and her husband, Mark, Lakeland, FL and Candy Wallace and her husband, Rhett, Amite; 5 grandchildren, Christina Maria Mosser, Landon Rhett Wallace, Sarah Camille Wallace, Kimberly Grace Nelson, and Kevin Michael Nelson; 2 great-grandchildren, Ryan Andrew Mosser and Graysen Layne Wallace; brother, Arthur Gates, Kentwood; aunt, Christine Wall, Kentwood; In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to the American Cancer Society. http://www.cancer.org

Monday Update

Jan Hammons said Sidney Ricks just talked with her. The child who was injured was 12 year old Taylor who is a fifth grade student at Spring Creek. Please be in prayer for the Ricks family. They have had a number of tragedies that most families never have to deal with.

….She lost part of her colon and muscles that control bladder. .. She will be in the hospital for at least two weeks. …

Monday’s Devotional

Kne Email

“At the name of Jesus every knee should bow…” (Philippians 2:10).

Mike Benson, Editor

PLAY AN IMAGINARY game with me for a moment…

Let’s imagine that we live in another time and place, and that we have different friends and acquaintances than we do now.

What would it say about you if you lived in Germany in 1940 and one of your friends was Hermann Goering? What if you lived in Russia in the 1920’s and you counted as one of your friends Joseph Stalin? What if you lived in California in the 1960’s and one of your friends was Charlie Manson?

“Now wait a moment,” you might protest. “Just because we were friends doesn’t mean I was guilty of the evil things they did!” And you’re right. But friendship with those people would still say something about your character, wouldn’t it? Like it or not, our friendships say a lot about us.

 

When there is a war going on, it is hard to remain friends with both sides. In our imaginary world, being friends with Winston Churchill would probably put a strain on your friendship with the ubiquitous Mr. and Mrs. Goering. And vice versa. There must have been Christians in James’ day who felt they could remain on friendly terms with the “world” and retain their relationship with God.

 

Being friends with the world has nothing to do with whether or not you are an environmentalist; it refers to society to the extent it is antagonistic toward God. There is a war going on, and there casualties. The “body bags” are being brought home all the time; and we speak here, not of something so temporary as physical death, but of spiritual loss. These casualties affect eternity. Little children are led astray by our compromises. Weak and young Christians are confused by our insistence on fraternizing with the enemy. Is it possible that even we are being unwittingly affected and weakened?

 

You can’t “aid and abet” the enemy in a time of war and expect your own side to look kindly on it. The problem is that we so easily forget what is at stake, and the enemy is very successful at convincing us that we are not at war. So, who are your friends? (Stan Mitchell)

 

“Adulterers and adulteresses!

Do you not know that friendship with the world is enmity with God?

Whoever therefore wants to be a friend of the world makes himself an enemy of God.”

Jas. 4:4

Monday

Thank God the tornado that struck between Arcola and Fluker did not take any lives and the damage was not any greater. Pray for those who had damage as they progress through the clean-up process. Pray no injuries will occur during this clean-up time.

Randy Blades had his lower leg removed as planned. While still hospitalized, he fell and broke an arm. Pray this set-back will not slow his recovery too much.

Rusty Williams is progressing. With continued antibiotics and more rest, he should be able to be up in a couple of weeks. Please pray for Rusty as he continues to heal.

Dr. Landrum Salley called last night. He was checking to be sure Peggy Alford’s brother, Leroy Stringfield, was okay. Dr. Salley had heard there was a tornado in the Alabama town where Leroy lives. Since Peggy was still at choir practice, Dr. Salley and I had a nice visit. I sent emails to both Leroy and Peggy, but have not heard back from them yet. Dr. Salley and his wife are both doing well, but having some of the usual difficulties of aging. During that time Dr. Salley and I talked, he told me the youth from his church in Nashville are going to Greece this summer to minister to the Roma (Gypsies). He and I are interested in a possible connection to Boyd and Jennie’s ministry. What a small world. Thank God for telephones and computers so we can keep in touch.

Pray for Bethel Baptist Church as they are in the early stages of adding a fellowship hall to their church. Pray for the process to run smoothly.

Sunday Evening

Please pray for Michelle Ricks (about 13) who was accidentally shot when a shotgun fell this afternoon. She is in surgery now. Michelle is the daughter of Percy Ricks. Prayers for the family and the medical staff would also be greatly appreciated.

Please continue to pray for Bro. Butch Reviere. He had a difficult day today and will be hospitalized at least another day or two.

Sunday Devotional

AN HOUR OF YOUR TIME

 

 

I have seen the following story in various places, but I do not know the original author:

“Daddy, how much do you make an hour?” With a timid voice and idolizing eyes, the little boy greeted his father as he returned from work.

Giving his boy a glaring look, the father said: “Look, Son, don’t bother me now, I’m tired.”

“But, Daddy, just tell me please! How much do you make an hour?” the boy insisted.

The father, finally giving up, replied: “Ten dollars an hour.”

“Okay, Daddy. Could you loan me five dollars?” the boy asked.

Showing his restlessness and positively disturbed, the father yelled: “So that was the reason you asked how much I earn, right? Go to sleep and don’t bother me anymore!”

It was already dark and the father was meditating on what he said and was feeling guilty. Maybe, he thought, his son wanted to buy something. Finally, trying to ease his mind, the father went to his son’s room. “Are you asleep, son?” asked the father.

“No, Daddy. Why?” replied the boy, partially asleep.

“Here’s the money asked for earlier,” the father said.

“Thanks, Daddy!” rejoiced the son, while putting his hand under his pillow and removing some money. “Now I have enough! Now I have ten dollars! Daddy, could you sell me one hour of your time?”

As a father, this story hits me hard. It is so easy to get involved in providing for the family and doing “good things” for others that my family ends up being neglected. We sometimes think that what will make our children happiest is to have more “things”, when what they really want, what they desire more than anything else, is just a bit of our time.

Children’s children are the crown of old men,

and the glory of children is their father.”

(Prov. 17:6)

Heavenly Father, as we stand aware of your constant presence, help us to learn from you to be the kind of fathers we should be to our children. Help us to never grow so “busy” that we fail to have time for those you have entrusted into our special care. In Jesus’ name, amen.

Have a great day!

Alan Smith
Helen Street Church of Christ
Fayetteville, North Carolina

How many of you thought of Mr. Charley Kuss when you read “children’s children”?

I certainly did!

Have a great Lord’s Day!

Anna Lee