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Year 2010 - April thru June

+++ The Christian Banner - June 2010 +++

Congratulations to Lester Moffitt, our 2010 Father of the Year.
The Measure of a Man
Copied & submitted by: Lela Farlow Trotter
In memory of my father, Earl Farlow 06/07/1920 - 07/27/1998

Not, how did he die? But, how did he live?
Not, what did he gain? But, what did he give?
These are the merits to measure the worth
of a man as a man, regardless of birth.

Not, what was his station? But, had he a heart?
And, how did he play his God-given part?
Was he ever ready with a word of good cheer
to bring back a smile, to banish a tear?

Not, what was his church? Nor, what was his creed?
But, had he befriended those really in need?
Not, what did the sketch in the newspaper say?
But, how many were sorry when he passed away?
~~Author Unknown~~

The History of Father's Day
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In 1909, in Spokane, Washington, Sonora Smart Dodd was listening to a Mother's Day sermon. The lecture inspired her to have a special day dedicated to her father, William Jackson Smart, who had brought her up and her siblings single-handedly after their mother died. In 1924, President Calvin Coolidge supported the idea of a national Father's Day on the petition sent to him by Dodd. In 1926, a National Father's Day Committee was formed in New York City. However, it was thirty years later that a Joint Resolution of Congress gave recognition to Father's Day. Another 16 years passed before President Richard Nixon established the third Sunday of June as a permanent national observance day of Father's Day in 1972.

What Makes a Dad?
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God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle's flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,
Then God combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,
And so, He called it ... Dad
~~Author Unknown~~

Who is Jesus Christ and What is His Mission?
Written & submitted by: Ann Poole
Jesus is the Human-Divine Son of God. We refer to Him as the Messiah. The one anointed by God and empowered by God's spirit to deliver His people and establish His kingdom. The Jews were looking for a king, a political leader who would defeat their enemies and bring in a time "of peace and prosperity” forever here on earth.
Jesus Christ is a Spiritual Deliverer, setting His people "free from sin.” He was a suffering Messiah, identifying with our needs and problems. He is our Savior! When Jesus was twelve years old He went to Jerusalem for the Feast of the Passover with His parents. They found Him in the temple courts among the teachers asking and answering questions about God. They were amazed at His understanding.
He was a great Teacher and Prophet! We think Jesus’ earthly father died when He was young and He worked in the carpenter shop to support His mother, brothers and sisters. He was Provider! When He was around thirty years old He was baptized and God spoke from heaven saying, "You are My Beloved Son, in You I am well pleased.” God confirmed Him as His Son.
He is the Son of God! After this Jesus went from village to village ministering to people. He forgave sins, cast out demons and evil spirits, healed the blind, and caused the lame to walk. He healed a woman who had spent what she had on doctors. All she had to do was believe and touch the hem of His garment.
He fed the hungry and counseled the confessed. He is Healer, Supplier and Counselor! When He was thirty-three, He was arrested, put to death on the cross, buried and in three days came from the tomb, alive! He now sits at the right hand of God to intercede (bring to acceptance) for us. He is our Intercessor! His mission is to be Son of God, Savior, Teacher, Prophet, Provider, Healer, Supplier, Counselor and Intercessor. He gives eternal life!
Walk on the Beach
Written & submitted by: Irene Morris Wright
The sun brightly shines on crystal seas
Creating images as if reflections of a mirror were looking back at me.
And as the ocean breeze sweeps through my hair
A sense of peace fills the air.
Tides caress the golden shore
While nature goes about her daily chores
And if I could see ahead
I would learn of the secrets that lie beneath the ocean’s bed
And as I walk along the beach
The clouds seem to be within my reach.
With sand nestled between my toes
I gaze with awe, and wonder how far the ocean must go
And look toward Heaven’s gate
And know that God is truly great!
No Excuse Sunday
Copied & submitted by: Richard Lewallen
To make it possible for everyone to attend church next Sunday, we are going to have a special "No Excuse Sunday."
Cots will be placed in the foyer for those who say, "Sunday is my only day to sleep in."
There will be a special section with lounge chairs for those who feel that our pews are too hard.
Eye drops will be available for those with tired eyes from watching TV late Saturday night.
We will have steel helmets for those who say, "The roof would cave in if I ever came to church."
Blankets will be furnished for those who think the church is too cold, and fans for those who say it is too hot.
Scorecards will be available for those who wish to list all the hypocrites present.
Relatives and friends will be in attendance for those who can't go to church and cook dinner, too.
We will distribute "Stamp Out Stewardship" buttons for those that feel the church is always asking for money.
One section will be devoted to trees and grass for those who like to seek God in nature.
Doctors and nurses will be in attendance for those who plan to be sick on Sunday.
The sanctuary will be decorated with both Christmas poinsettias and Easter lilies for those who never have seen the church without them.
We will provide hearing aids for those who can't hear the preacher and cotton for those who think he’s too loud!
Hope to see you there!
One Sunday morning, the pastor noticed little Alex was staring up at the large plaque that hung in the foyer of the church. The plaque was covered with names, and small American flags were mounted on either side of it.

The seven-year old had been staring at the plaque for some time, so the pastor walked up, stood beside the boy, and said quietly, "Good morning Alex."

"Good morning pastor," replied the young man, still focused on the plaque. "Pastor McGhee, what is this?" Alex asked.

"Well, son, it's a memorial to all the young men and women who died in the service."

Soberly, they stood together, staring at the large plaque. Little Alex's voice was barely audible when he asked, "Which service, the 8:30 or the 11:00?"
My Christian life has been greatly influenced by Reverend W. Austin “Bud” Frye. He taught me that I could enjoy living the Christian life on this earth. Bud always said that Heaven begins on this side. Preacher Bud was born 06/30/1919 and departed for Heaven 06/27/2000. I can still remember many of Preacher Bud’s sayings. One saying was “I’d rather preach the gospel than to dig for gold.” Bud was my preacher for many years. He preached a simple message of God’s love that anyone could understand.  
I wrote this poem and mailed it to Preacher Bud on June 13, 2000. I remembered that Bud always cherished his Bible. I love Preacher Bud and I still miss him. It’s been 10 years this month since Preacher Bud passed away. One day we’ll have a glorious reunion in Heaven! I wouldn’t miss it for anything in this world!
The Preacher’s Bible
Written by: Pat Lewallen
Hello again, dear preacher friend!
You’ve been faithful to study and preach God’s Word.
I’m so glad our path crossed those years ago,
As together we tried to reach a lost and dying world.
I remember traveling the many miles,
Close by your side I’d be as you went to preach.
You’d often place your hand upon me,
And talk of the sinners we had to try to reach.
So many joys and heartaches we have shared,
As the many miles we journeyed for His cause.
Just a plain and simple message preached,
Telling lost souls of God’s love and His laws.
I rejoice to think of all the lives we reached,
The young, and old, and so many in between as well,
We even reached some God called to preach
And help save more souls from an eternal Hell.
You know, preacher friend, we’ve both aged a lot,
And you’re not able to preach these days.
Yet, you’re such a friend to want to read from me,
Though my pages are worn and frayed.
On so many of my pages, dear preacher friend,
You took the time to write special notes.
The many special thoughts God gave to you
So you could share with many other folks.
My preacher friend, as you put me aside,
And prepare to get some needed rest.
Sleep well, my friend, and be assured
God’s aware you gave Him your very best.
Oh, what a joy I have today!
I delight to know, dear preacher friend,
You’ll be sharing in Heaven forever
God’s Truth, and eternal life without end! 

+++ The Christian Banner - May 2010 +++
Are all the Children In?
Copied & submitted by: Lela Farlow Trotter
In Memory of my Mother: Edna Callicutt Farlow (12/29/27 – 10/27/83)
I think as the night draws nigh
Of an old house on the hill,
Of a yard all wide and blossom-starred
Where the children played at will.
And when the night at last came down,
Hushing the merry din,
Mother would look around and ask,
"Are all the children in?"
'Tis many and many a year since then.
And the old house on the hill
No longer echoes to childish feet,
And the yard is still, so still.
But I see it all, as the shadows creep,
And though many the years have been
Since then, I can hear mother ask,
"Are all the children in?"
I wonder if when the shadows fall
On the last short, earthly day,
When we say good-bye to the world outside,
All tired with our childish play.
When we step over to Jesus' Land
Where mother so long has been,
Will we hear her ask, just as of old,
"Are all the children in?"
~ Author Unknown ~
Billy, a young boy, phoned his grandmother and wished her a Happy Birthday. He then asked, “Grandma, how old are you today?” 
She replied, “Billy, how sweet of you to remember my birthday. I turned 62 years old today.”
Billy was quiet for a moment, and then he asked, "Did you start at 1?"

Congratulations to Judy Trotter, our 2010 Mother of the Year.

In Memory of Mother
Written by: Cathy Lewallen Walker
Mother: Ethel Mills Lewallen

As I sit here and think of Mother’s Day so near,
I think of my mother that I miss so dear.
I remember her smile and loving face,
I remember her beauty and her grace.
She was a blessing of mine for six short years,
And for my mother I cried so many tears.
As a child I could not understand,
She was no longer with me to hold my hand.
I would look up to heaven and ask God, “Why?”
But now He has shown me He needed her more than I.
She went with Him to fulfill her place,
And I know again I’ll see her smiling face.
My mother lives so deep in my heart.
As long as she’s there, we’ll never be apart.
God has shown me through His love,
That she’s watching from above.
I hope she’s pleased with my life,
That I’ve been as she - a good mother and wife.
A grandmother was telling her little granddaughter what her own childhood was like: "We used to skate outside on a pond. I had a swing made from a tire; it hung from a tree in our front yard. We rode our pony. We picked wild raspberries in the woods." The little girl was wide-eyed, taking this all in. At last she said, "Grandma, I sure wish I'd gotten to know you sooner!"
I didn't know if my granddaughter had learned her colors yet, so I decided to test her. I would point out something and ask what color it was. She would tell me and was always correct. It was fun for me, so I continued. At last, she headed for the door, saying, "Grandma, I think you should start trying to learn the colors for yourself!”
It Depends Whose Hands It’s In
Copied & submitted by: Mark Lewallen
A basketball in my hands is worth about $19.
A basketball in Michael Jordan's hands is worth about $33 million.
It depends whose hands it's in.
A baseball in my hands is worth about $6.
A baseball in Mark McGwire's hands is worth about $19 million.
It depends whose hands it's in.
A tennis racket is useless in my hands.
A tennis racket in Venue Williams' hands is a Championship Winning.
It depends whose hands it's in.
A rod in my hands will keep away a wild animal.
A rod in Moses' hands will part the mighty sea.
It depends whose hands it's in.
A slingshot in my hands is a kid's toy.
A slingshot in David's hand is a mighty weapon.
It depends whose hands it's in.
Two fish and 5 loaves of bread in my hands is a couple of fish sandwiches.
Two fish and 5 loaves of bread in God's hands will feed thousands.
It depends whose hands it's in.
Nails in my hands might produce a birdhouse.
Nails in Jesus Christ's hands will produce salvation for the entire world.
It depends whose hands it's in.
As you see now it depends whose hands it's in.
So put your concerns, your worries, your fears, your hopes, your dreams,
your families and your relationship in God's hands because...
It depends whose hands it's in.

~ Author Unknown ~
Look back and thank God.
Look forward and trust God.
Look around and serve God.
Look within and find God.

God closes doors no man can open and God opens doors no man can close.
Dear Momma
Written by: Pat Greene Lewallen
Dedicated to: Mary Snider Greene
What can I say about you dear Momma?
Why I’ve known you for all my life.
To five kids, you made a good Momma
And to Daddy, you made a good wife.
Thank you for my brothers and sisters
And the years as children we did spend.
We shared our lives with each other,
I love my siblings and each is my friend!

I know many times we worried you.
I remember lots of crazy things we did.
Each one of us tested your patience,
But you still loved us; we were your kids!
I remember from early childhood
It was a policy that we went to church.
I know the great value of this practice,
And in eternity, we’ll know its real worth!
You said I’d pay you for my raising
When I had a family of my own.
Momma, that was a very wise statement.
The truth of your words I’ve been shown.
Dear Momma, if you depart before me,
Or if I leave before you,
We’ll meet again in Heaven,
Our love and friendship to renew!
Children seldom misquote you. In fact, they usually repeat word for word what you shouldn’t have said.
The main purpose of holding children’s parties is to remind yourself that there are children more awful than your own.
Children are natural mimics, who act like their parents despite every effort to teach them good manners.
Be nice to your kids. They’ll choose your nursing home.

+++ The Christian Banner - April 2010 +++
Winning the Best Trophy
Written & submitted by: Amy Hunt
1 Timothy 4:8 (NIV)
8For physical training is of some value, but godliness has value for all things, holding promise for both the present life and the life to come.

1 Corinthians 9:24-25 (NIV)
 24Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize.
 25Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last; but we do it to get a crown that will last forever.
It takes great effort and sacrifice to win and doing what God wants is much more valuable than winning an earthly prize or title. We can brag here for a week or two about winning or being the best, but in the end the only race that really matters if we win or lose is how we lived our life and where we will spend forever after we die. You can have the assurance of spending eternity with Jesus by asking Him to forgive your sins and come into your heart. Jesus has already won. He was victorious when they crucified Him on the cross and He rose the third day. So the hard part is done. We just have to take what He freely offers. So strive to run hard, don’t give up even when you “feel the burn”, and get the best trophy ever by going to Heaven.

Thoughts from Older Folks
The nice thing about being senile is you can hide your own Easter eggs.
My memory's not as sharp as it used to be. Also, my memory's not as sharp as it used to be.

Know how to prevent sagging? Just eat till the wrinkles fill out.
The secret of growing old is having lots of experience you can no longer use.
You really know you’re getting old when you bend over to tie your shoes, and you wonder what else you can do while you’re down there.
You know you’re getting old when the candles cost more than the cake.
Now I know all the answers but nobody asks the questions.
The little old gray haired lady you help across the street is your wife.
Your little black book contains names only ending in M.D.
Let Jesus In
Written by: Lela Farlow Trotter
When I was growing up my Grandma Farlow had a picture on her wall that showed Jesus knocking on a door. There wasn’t a way for Him to get in. I didn’t understand why the picture was like that but I never asked anyone. By the time I got saved when I was 12 years old, I knew that I had to open that door. Asking Jesus into my heart has been the most wonderful thing I could have ever done.
It has been 53 years now and I'm so thankful that I let Jesus in at the first knock.

The Four Calls
Author: Lydia Hadley
Submitted by: Lela Farlow Trotter
The Spirit came in CHILDHOOD,
And pleaded, "Let me in."
But oh! the door was bolted
By thoughtlessness and sin,
"I am too young," the child replied,
"I will not yield today.
There's time enough tomorrow."
The Spirit went away.
Again He came and pleaded,
In YOUTH'S bright happy hour.
He came, but heard no answer,
For lured by Satan's power,
The youth lay dreaming then,
And saying, "Not today;
Nor till I've tried earth's pleasures."
The Spirit went away.
Again He called in mercy,
In MANHOOD'S vigorous prime.
But still He found no welcome,
The merchant had no time,
No time for true repentance,
No time to think or pray.
And so, repulsed and saddened,
The Spirit went away.
Once more He called and waited,
The man was OLD and ill.
He scarcely heard the whisper,
His heart was cold and still.
"Go leave me; when I need Thee
I'll call for thee," he cried.
Then sinking on his pillow,
Without a hope, he died.
It's My Hallelujah Day
Written & submitted by: Pat Lewallen
My life’s journey is completed.
Be happy and rejoice for me!
The earthly life is behind me now,
And with my Jesus, I’ll forever be!
Take time and share some memories.
Share your love with my love ones too.
Be kind and offer your support.
May God bless you for what you do.

Take time to look at the lovely flowers.
Enjoy the beautiful music as it plays.
Now is a time for rejoicing!
It’s my Hallelujah Day!
Don’t weep for me and don’t you be sad.
Rejoice I say; I’ve finished my race.
I’m reunited with loved ones and friends!
Oh what joy to see each smiling face!

I remember asking Jesus to save me.
He came into my heart that glorious day!
He promised me a mansion in Heaven.
I’ve moved in with no mortgage to pay!
Satan did his best to defeat me,
Sending troubles and trials my way.
I won the victory by trusting in Jesus!
It’s my Hallelujah Day!
If you don’t know Jesus as your Savior,
It’s not too late; you just need to pray.
Ask Him to forgive your sins and save you.
You’ll get to celebrate a Hallelujah Day!
Where’s Mary?
Mary, a ninety-five year old woman at the nursing home received a visit from one of her fellow church members. 'How are you feeling Mary?' the visitor asked. 'Oh,' said Mary, 'I'm just worried sick!' 'What are you worried about, dear?' the visitor asked. 'You look like you're in good health. They are taking good care of you, aren't they?' 'Yes, they are taking very good care of me.' 'Are you in any pain?' the visitor asked. 'No, I’m not in any pain.' 'Well, Mary, what are you worried about?' the visitor asked again. Mary leaned back in her rocking chair and slowly explained her major worry. 'Every close friend I have ever had has already died and gone on to heaven. I’m the only one left. I'm afraid they're all wondering where I went.'
Do You Know How The Apostles Died?
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Matthew - Suffered martyrdom in Ethiopia, killed by a sword wound.
Mark - Died in Alexandria, Egypt after being dragged by horses through the streets until he was dead.
Luke - Was hanged in Greece as a result of his tremendous preaching to the lost.
John - Faced martyrdom when he was boiled in huge basin of boiling oil during a wave of persecution in Rome. However, he was miraculously delivered from death. John was then sentenced to the mines on the prison island of Patmos. He wrote his prophetic Book of Revelation on Patmos. The apostle John was later freed and returned to serve as Bishop of Edessa in modern Turkey. He died as an old man, the only apostle to die peacefully.
Peter - He was crucified upside down on an x-shaped cross. According to church tradition it was because he told his tormentors that he felt unworthy to die in the same way that Jesus Christ had died.
James - He was thrown over a hundred feet down from the southeast pinnacle of the Temple when he refused to deny his faith in Christ. When they discovered that he survived the fall, his enemies beat James to death with a fuller's club.

James the Great - He was a fisherman by trade when Jesus called him to a lifetime of ministry. As a strong leader of the church, James was ultimately beheaded at Jerusalem. The Roman officer who guarded James watched amazed as James defended his faith at his trial. Later, the officer walked beside James to the place of execution. Overcome by conviction, he declared his new faith to the judge and knelt beside James to accept beheading as a Christian.
Bartholomew - Also known as Nathaniel. Was a missionary to Asia. He witnessed for our Lord in present day Turkey. Bartholomew was martyred for his preaching in Armenia where he was flayed to death by a whip.
Andrew - Was crucified on an x-shaped cross in Patras, Greece. After being whipped severely by seven soldiers they tied his body to the cross with cords to prolong his agony. His followers reported that, when he was led toward the cross, Andrew saluted it in these words: 'I have long desired and expected this happy hour. The cross has been consecrated by the body of Christ hanging on it.' He continued to preach to his tormentors for two days until he expired.
Thomas - Was stabbed with a spear in India during one of his missionary trips to establish the church in the sub-continent.
Jude - Was killed with arrows when he refused to deny his faith in Christ.
Matthias - The apostle chosen to replace the traitor Judas Iscariot was stoned and then beheaded.
Paul - Was tortured and then beheaded by the evil Emperor Nero at Rome in A.D. 67. Paul endured a lengthy imprisonment, which allowed him to write his many epistles to the churches he had formed throughout the Roman Empire. These letters, which taught many of the foundational doctrines of Christianity, form a large portion of the New Testament.
Perhaps this is a reminder to us that our sufferings here are indeed minor compared to the intense persecution and cold cruelty faced by the apostles/disciples during their times for the sake of their faith.
Matthew 10:22 (King James version)
22And ye shall be hated of all men for my name's sake: but he that endureth to the end shall be saved.