Saturday, February 7, 2015
Bulletin Item #5
"The ladies of the church have cast off clothing of every kind. They may be seen in the basement on Friday afternoon."
Friday, February 6, 2015
Bulletin Item #4
"The peacemaking meeting scheduled for today has been cancelled due to a conflict."
Thursday, February 5, 2015
Bulletin Item #3
"A bean supper will be held on Tuesday evening in the church hall. Music will follow."
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Bulletin Item #2
"Bertha Belch, a missionary from Africa, will be speaking tonight at Calvary Methodist. Come hear Bertha Belch all the way from Africa."
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
Monday, February 2, 2015
His Yoke is Easy
A man was carrying a heavy basket. His son asked to help him. The father cut a stick and passed it through the handle of the basket so that the end toward himself was very short, while the end toward the boy was three or four times as long. Each took hold of his end of the stick, and the basket was lifted and easily carried. The son was bearing the burden with the father, but he found his work easy and light because his father assumed the heavy end of the stick. Just so it is when we bear the yoke with Christ; He sees to it that the burden laid on us is light; He carries the heavy end.
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Some Things Abide
The tide washes seashells on the beach as the waves break and the foam comes paddling like puppies' feet on the sand. Receding, it takes many shells with it. A few remain.
The summertime poppies bloom in splendor for a few weeks. Then they're gone. But after the brilliant blossoms have faded and died the plant scatters its seed to the wind, and next year more poppies bloom in unsuspected places.
But some things abide: memories of loved ones and of worthwhile deed; the good seeds which have been sown and which reproduce after their kind; the bread cast upon the water; the souls of men; love.
The fun and folly of summer will soon be gone and forgotten. But that which we do for God will last throughout eternity.
The summertime poppies bloom in splendor for a few weeks. Then they're gone. But after the brilliant blossoms have faded and died the plant scatters its seed to the wind, and next year more poppies bloom in unsuspected places.
But some things abide: memories of loved ones and of worthwhile deed; the good seeds which have been sown and which reproduce after their kind; the bread cast upon the water; the souls of men; love.
The fun and folly of summer will soon be gone and forgotten. But that which we do for God will last throughout eternity.
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