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Year 2010 - July thru September

+++ The Christian Banner - September 2010 +++
A Smile
Written by: Pat Lewallen
I enjoy looking at old photos. Richard and I enjoy eating at Cracker Barrel Restaurants. They must like the old photos as much as I do, because they have so many of them. I remember once seeing an old picture of two small children, possibly twins, and one was solemn and one was smiling. It surprised me to see one of the children actually smiling. In the photos taken when my parents were young children, I don’t remember seeing anyone smiling. One day I thought to ask Momma why no one smiled in those pictures taken years ago. She replied, “Those were hard times when we were growing up, and there just wasn’t much to smile about.” Both my parents were children during the Great Depression. I remember both of them telling me of the struggles their families endured during those painful years.  
I love to see and hear Victoria Huggins sing. She is a beautiful young Christian and is a great witness for the Lord. One thing I admire about Victoria is her smile. She has a big beautiful smile! It’s a smile that warms your heart and brightens your day!
I know the world is in a terrible mess today. So many families are struggling now. It seems all we hear today is bad news. I think of what Momma and Daddy said about the hard times they grew up in. Things in this world today can keep you from smiling too. Christians are not immune to bad news either, but we also have the best news of all. When this life is over, we who love the Lord and are saved, have an eternal home in Heaven awaiting us! Now that’s the kind of news that should put a smile on your face!

Proverbs 15:13 (KJV)
 13A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance: but by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken.

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Smiling is infectious
You catch it like the flu.
When someone smiled at me today,
I started smiling too!

I passed around the corner
and someone saw my grin.
When he smiled, I realized
I'd passed it on to him!

I thought about that smile,
Then realized its worth,
A single smile just like mine
could travel 'round the earth!

So if you feel a smile begin,
don’t leave it undetected.
Let's start an epidemic quick
and get the world infected!
One of my favorite songs has always been “His Eye is on the Sparrow and I know He watches me.” This has been so true throughout my life and I know He’ll take care of me until He calls me Home. I hope you enjoy the following true story I’ve submitted. The story proves that truly God does watch over us.

We’re Not Going to Make it!
Written by: Wilda Lahmann
Submitted by: Lela Farlow Trotter
My husband was having a heart attack and help couldn’t come fast enough.
My husband Randy woke me up. It must have been 2:00 A.M. He was hunched over, holding a hand to his chest. “Wilda, I need to get to the hospital,” he said, gasping. “Can’t breathe.” “I’ll call 911,” I said, jumping out of bed.
“No time,” he gasped again. “Drive me. Now!” I helped him up and got him out to our van. Randy slumped against the passenger-side door. Fifteen miles to the hospital. Too far, I thought. We’re not going to make it. Send help, Lord.
We tore out of the driveway, engine roaring in the still night air. Could Randy hold on? About a mile down the road, at the bottom of a hill, I saw something in the street. Were my eyes playing tricks on me? No, it was real. An ambulance!
“Look, Randy!” I shouted. A paramedic stood outside the vehicle. Was he waiting for us? Who could have known to call? I slammed on the brakes, leaped out of the van and ran over to the ambulance, screaming for help.
The paramedic and his partner went right to work. “Possible cardiac,” one said. They strapped an oxygen mask onto Randy and started treatment. Then they loaded him onto a stretcher and into the ambulance, unconscious. “Follow us,” one of them told me.
The next three days were touch-and-go. I never left Randy’s bedside, praying he’d wake up. Finally, he did. “What happened?” he asked. “You mean you don’t remember?”
“Nothing after the ambulance,” he said.

“You had a massive heart attack. The EMTs said another minute or two and…” I squeezed his hand tight. “You called them?” Randy asked. “No,” I told him. “They received a report of a car crash at that intersection. They even called in to make sure that they were at the right location.
They were. And then we came along seconds later. Fifteen miles on empty roads in the middle of the night. Randy’s heart attack would have been fatal if those paramedics hadn’t been there. I’d say they were in the perfect location.
The Seasons in Life
There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.

The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer and the youngest son in the fall.

When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen.

The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted.

The second son said no, it was covered with green buds and full of promise.

The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.

The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.

The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree's life.

He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.

If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall.

Don't let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest.

Don't judge life by one difficult season. Persevere through the difficult patches and better times are sure to come some time later.

--- Author Unknown ---
 Quotes by Dwight L. Moody, 1837-1899, American Evangelist
“Someday you will read in the papers that Moody is dead. Don't you believe a word of it. At that moment I shall be more alive than I am now. I was born of the flesh in 1837. I was born of the spirit in 1855. That which is born of the flesh may die. That which is born of the Spirit shall live forever.”
“It is a masterpiece of the devil to make us believe that children cannot understand religion. Would Christ have made a child the standard of faith if He had known that it was not capable of understanding His words?”
“Church attendance is as vital to a disciple as a transfusion of rich, healthy blood to a sick man.”

+++ The Christian Banner - August 2010 +++
Memories of Homecomings
Written by: Lela Farlow Trotter
Mountain View will celebrate another annual Homecoming on August 22, 2010. It will be a time of remembering the people that have passed on. It’s also a time we share memories of the way things used to be. Through out the years, some things were good and some were hard to endure at the time. I miss the folks that I remember so well. They prayed for me and were faithful to their church and their God. I have the hope that I’ll see them again at the great Homecoming where we’ll never have to be separated again.
When I was growing up we didn’t have Homecoming at Mountain View. I remember a few years before my mother died; she and Myrtle Hunt decided that we should have Homecoming. They set the date for the fourth Sunday in August. They also started our Old Fashioned Day here at Mountain View and set the date for the fourth Sunday in October.
We didn’t have a fellowship building at the first Homecoming here at Mountain View Church. We ate outside at a long table. Back in those days it was called “Dinner on the Ground.”
I remember that even though Mountain View didn’t have Homecoming for years, our family still went to three Homecomings each year. My Momma had relatives buried at different churches. The story goes that my Momma’s Grandma walked miles to the “Baptist Church’. Great-Grandpa walked to the “Methodist Church” and took the children (that included my Grandma and her brother and sisters). The “Methodist Church” was the one my Momma grew up in. My Grandpa grew up in the “Wesleyan Church”, so we didn’t miss out on Homecomings. My Daddy grew up at Mountain View Church. He didn’t go to the Homecoming at the “Quaker Church” where his Momma and Grandparents went and were buried at. That would have made four Homecomings. Thank goodness, I think three was enough.
I remember that after the meal at the Homecomings years ago, we would go inside the church for the singing that could last for hours. The windows would be raised up as far as they would go. We fanned ourselves with hand fans donated by the funeral homes. I have a lot of memories of Homecomings from years ago.
Brad’s Bench
Written by: Dwight Hooker
Director, New Hope Bereavement Center
Asheboro, NC
 I sat a while on Brad’s bench today,
and watched the world go by.
I heard the birds a singing,
and I saw a butterfly.
I felt God’s arms around me,
speaking quietly from on high
You have no need for fear or worry
for I am always nigh.
I wrote the following poem in loving memory of my son, Brad David Lewallen. Brad was born July 19, 1981 and passed away August 2, 2009. I’m thankful to my family and friends for all the support and love they have shown me during this most difficult year. I also thank Jesus for always being there for me. The Lord has promised to never leave me nor forsake me. What a faithful friend is He!
One Day The Gray Sky Will Be Blue
Written by: Pat Lewallen
It’s so painful without you my child.
I’ve felt my heart almost break in two.
Each day I cope the best I can.
One day the gray sky will be blue.
This painful grief can hurt so badly,
At times I don’t know what to do.
I have to pray and ask the Lord
To mend my heart, for He’s my glue!
I try my best to control my tears
And keep them out of view.
This pain just wants to hang around.
One day the gray sky will be blue.
Your death is the hardest thing
I’ve ever had to live through.
And as long as I know anything,
I promise I’ll never forget you!
So often I think of our conversations.
I remember our times together too.
I must live with memories now.
One day the gray sky will be blue.
My precious child, I still love you
Just as much as ever!
I know when we meet in Heaven
We’ll never part again, no never!
I find peace and comfort in God’s Word,
For I believe all His promises are true!
He’s my constant and forever friend,
To live without Him, I could never do!
My child, I want to see you again!
I want to see my Savior too!
Pain and tears will never enter
Where Heaven’s sky is always blue!
Malachi 3:3a: He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver.
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This verse puzzled some women in a Bible study and they wondered what this statement meant about the character and nature of God
One of the women offered to find out the process of refining silver and get back to the group at their next Bible Study.
That week, the woman called a silversmith and made an appointment to watch him at work. She didn't mention anything about the reason for her interest beyond her curiosity about the process of refining silver.     
As she watched the silversmith, he held a piece of silver over the fire and let it heat up. He explained that in refining silver, one needed to hold the silver in the middle of the fire where the flames were hottest as to burn away all the impurities.  
The woman thought about God holding us in such a hot spot; then she thought again about the verse that says:  'He sits as a refiner and purifier of silver.'  She asked the silversmith if it was true that he had to sit there in front of the fire the whole time.  
The man answered that yes, he not only had to sit there holding the silver, but he had to keep his eyes on the silver the entire time it was in the fire. If the silver was left a moment too long in the flames, it would be destroyed.
The woman was silent for a moment. Then she asked the silversmith, “How do you know when the silver is fully refined?” He smiled at her and answered, “Oh, that's easy -- when I see my image in it.”
If today you are feeling the heat of the fire, remember that God has his eye on you and will keep watching you until He sees His image in you.
Favorite Quotes
Uncle Buddy Robinson's prayer: "Dear Lord, give me a backbone like a sawlog. Put galvanized breeches on me. Hang a wagon-load of gumption up to the gable end of my soul. Help me to sign a contract to fight the devil as long as I have a fist, to bite him as long as I have a tooth, and to gum him until I die." Robinson was a Nazarene preacher.
Samuel Smiles made this observation: “Sow a thought and reap an act; sow an act and reap a habit; sow a habit and reap a character; sow a character and reap a destiny."
Sign on President Reagan's desk: "There is no limit to what a man can do or where he can go if he doesn't care who gets the credit."

+++ The Christian Banner - July 2010 +++
My Daddy used to tell us that there is nothing too small or too large to pray about. I find that to be so true. The following is a true story, written by Lura Cox Brand, which reminds me of what my Daddy said. I hope you will enjoy it.
Lela Farlow Trotter
Laundry Day
Author: Lura Cox Brand
I was desperate. My washing machine has quit right in the middle of a load of clothes I was planning to pack up and take on vacation. I couldn’t get anyone to repair it before we left.
“Come out today?” asked the sixth repairman I called. “You’ve got to be kidding!”
If only Dad were here now. He could fix anything. But my father has passed away recently. “Lord help me get along without him,” I prayed.
I then tried one last number. “I’ll be right over,” the repairman said once I explained to him how dire my predicament was. True to his word he showed up half and hour later.
I couldn’t thank him enough for bailing me out. "I know what it's like" he said. "Once I was laid off and we were down to our last dime, with nothing to feed the kids. All morning I drove around town looking for a job. Finally I saw a man working on a fence. He said, 'If you help me finish this, I'll give you half the pay.' Thanks to him my kids had a good meal that night."
After the repairman finished his work and the washing machine was running again, he said, "I always wanted to be able to do something for that man. His name was T. E. Cox."
"You just did," I said amazed. "I'm Lura Cox Brand, his daughter!"
A father took his five-year-old son to several baseball games where The Star-Spangled Banner was sung before the start of each game. Then the father and son attended a church on a Sunday shortly before Independence Day. The congregation sang The Star-Spangled Banner, and after everyone sat down, the little boy suddenly yelled out, "PLAY BALL!!!"
A mother was teaching her three-year-old the Lord's Prayer. For several evenings at bedtime she repeated it after her mother. One night she said she was ready to solo. The mother listened with pride as she carefully enunciated each word, right up to the end of the prayer. "Lead us not into temptation," she prayed, "but deliver us some E-mail, Amen."

Let the Jumping Begin!
Written by: Pat Lewallen
Many times I had seen the shepherd dog.
I felt sorry for him each time too.
He was locked inside the security fence,
“No Trespassing” signs were clearly in view.
I often thought about the shepherd dog.
Why did he have to guard the business place?
He was alone every time I drove by,
And there was the saddest look on his face.
But one evening things were so different,
I was surprised by the view in front of me.
The shepherd dog was jumping and twisting.
Was it a snake? Had be been stung by bees?
As I drove up a little closer,
The reason for his jumping I could see.
Outside the fence was another dog,
Jumping and twisting, acting as silly as could be.
It was funny to see the dogs jumping together.
Long lost friends they surely had to be.
The dog outside the fence was near a man
Trying to open the gate with his key.
I don’t know which dog started the jumping.
And I didn’t get to see it come to an end.
It blessed my heart to see the shepherd dog,
Jumping for joy when seeing his friend!
As I drove on past the business place,
A thought and a blessing came to me.
Will there be jumping in Heaven when
Reunited with our loved ones we will be?
One day I’ll see God’s beautiful Heaven!
I’ll see my precious loved ones and friends!
And if the jumping hasn’t started,
I’m gonna shout, “Let the jumping begin!”
Six-year-old Angie and her four-year-old brother Joel were sitting together in church. Joel giggled, sang, and talked out loud.
Finally, his big sister had enough. "You're not supposed to talk out loud in church."
"Why? Who's going to stop me?" Joel asked.
Angie pointed to the back of the church and said, "See those two men standing by the door?  They're hushers."
Stuart Hamblen (1908–1989) was born in Kellyville, Texas, the son of a itinerant Methodist preacher. Although he enrolled in college to study for a career in teaching, country music quickly became his passion. In 1926, he landed a spot as a singing cowboy on KYFO in Abilene. In 1929, the Victor Recording Company (later known as RCA Victor) signed him to a contract and released four of his compositions.
Between 1931 and 1952, he had several radio programs on the air and recording contracts with Decca Records, Columbia, Coral and RCA. He also appeared in some 10 western movies alongside stars like Gene Autry, Roy Rogers and John Wayne. But the pressures of success led him to gambling and an increasing addiction to alcohol.
In 1949, Stuart’s wife Suzy persuaded him to attend a prayer meeting being held by a young Billy Graham in Los Angeles. There he made a decision to devote his life to Christ. He gave up his drinking, his radio programs and acting career, and began traveling across the country speaking and singing at Youth for Christ rallies, Billy Graham crusades, and churches with his wife. Stuart passed away after surgery to remove a brain tumor. Billy Graham was the guest speaker at his memorial service.
It Is No Secret
Written by: Stuart Hamblen
The chimes of time ring out the news
Another day is through
Someone slipped and fell
Was that someone you?

You may have longed for added strength
Your courage to renew
Do not be disheartened
For I have news for you
It is no secret what God can do
What He's done for others, He'll do for you
With arms wide open, He'll pardon you
It is no secret what God can do
There is no night for in His light
You never walk alone
Always feel at home
Wherever you may go
There is no power can conquer you
While God is on your side
Take Him at His promise
Don't run away and hide
It is no secret what God can do
What He's done for others, He'll do for you
With arms wide open, He'll pardon you
It is no secret what God can do