Thursday, March 26, 2015

Poor or Rich

by my friend David Broome

Happy Marvelous Monday,


Praise the Lord for wonderful services yesterday and I really enjoyed teaching two Sunday School Classes!  It was also a blessing to be able to share about our Honduras Mission Trip last night.


I was thinking about our trip and the beautiful people we got to minister to and thinking how poor they are.  I ran across the following story that puts a different light on being poor and I thought it might stir our thinking.  It sure did mine once again!

We have a senior trip coming up Tues. March 31st to visit the Lotz House in Franklin.  A $9.00 cost for the Civil War Museum tour and leaving the Salt House at 9a.m.  Please call the office for reservations.


SPECIAL BULLETIN: We just found out the Senior Adult Spring Rally is April 2 at Tusculum Hills Baptist Church and it’s going to be a health fair.  Lunch will follow and it’s a $10. Cost.  We must turn in registration by Monday March 30th. Please call the office ASAP if you plan to go.


God bless y’all and have a Blessed and Happy Marvelous Monday,     


Dave Broome


Mat. 5:3 (HCSB) “The poor in spirit are blessed, for the kingdom of heaven is theirs. 


2 Cor. 8:9 (HCSB) For you know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ: Though He was rich, for your sake He became poor, so that by His poverty you might become rich. 


James 2:5 (HCSB) 5 Listen, my dear brothers: Didn’t God choose the poor in this world to be rich in faith and heirs of the kingdom that He has promised to those who love Him?


Mat. 25:37-40 (HCSB) 37 “Then the righteous will answer Him, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry and feed You, or thirsty and give You something to drink?
38 When did we see You a stranger and take You in, or without clothes and clothe You?
39 When did we see You sick, or in prison, and visit You?’
40  “And the King will answer them, ‘I assure you: Whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of Mine, you did for Me.’ 


POOR OR RICH?


I'll never forget Easter 1946. I was 14, my little sister Ocy was 12, and my older sister Darlene 16. We lived at home with our mother, and the four of us knew what it was to do without many things. My dad had died five years before, leaving Mom with seven school kids to raise and no money. 

       

By 1946 my older sisters were married and my brothers had left home. A month before Easter the pastor of our church announced that a special Easter offering would be taken to help a poor family. He asked everyone to save and give sacrificially. 

       

When we got home, we talked about what we could do. We decided to buy 50 pounds of potatoes and live on them for a month. This would allow us to save $20 of our grocery money for the offering. When we thought that if we kept our electric lights turned out as much as possible and didn't listen to the radio, we'd save money on that month's electric bill. Darlene got as many house and yard cleaning jobs as possible, and both of us babysat for everyone we could. For 15 cents we could buy enough cotton loops to make three pot holders to sell for $1. 

       

We made $20 on pot holders. That month was one of the best of our lives. 

Every day we counted the money to see how much we had saved. At night we'd sit in the dark and talk about how the poor family was going to enjoy having the money the church would give them. We had about 80 people in church, so figured that whatever amount of money we had to give, the offering would surely be 20 times that much. After all, every Sunday the pastor had reminded everyone to save for the sacrificial offering. 

       

The day before Easter, Ocy and I walked to the grocery store and got the manager to give us three crisp $20 bills and one $10 bill for all our change. We ran all the way home to show Mom and Darlene. We had never had so much money before. 

       

That night we were so excited we could hardly sleep. We didn't care that we wouldn't have new clothes for Easter; we had $70 for the sacrificial offering. 

       

We could hardly wait to get to church! On Sunday morning, rain was pouring. We didn't own an umbrella, and the church was over a mile from our home, but it didn't seem to matter how wet we got. Darlene had cardboard in her shoes to fill the holes. The cardboard came apart, and her feet got wet. 

       

But we sat in church proudly. I heard some teenagers talking about the Smith girls having on their old dresses. I looked at them in their new clothes, and I felt rich. 

       

When the sacrificial offering was taken, we were sitting on the second row from the front. Mom put in the $10 bill, and each of us kids put in a $20. 

       

As we walked home after church, we sang all the way. At lunch Mom had a surprise for us. She had bought a dozen eggs, and we had boiled Easter eggs with our fried potatoes! Late that afternoon the minister drove up in his car. Mom went to the door, talked with him for a moment, and then came back with an envelope in her hand. We asked what it was, but she didn't say a word. She opened the envelope and out fell a bunch of money. There were three crisp $20 bills, one $10 and seventeen $1 bills. 

       

Mom put the money back in the envelope. We didn't talk, just sat and stared at the floor. We had gone from feeling like millionaires to feeling like poor white trash. We kids had such a happy life that we felt sorry for anyone who didn't have our Mom and Dad for parents and a house full of brothers and sisters and other kids visiting constantly. We thought it was fun to share silverware and see whether we got the spoon or the fork that night. 

       

We had two knifes that we passed around to whoever needed them. I knew we didn't have a lot of things that other people had, but I'd never thought we were poor. 

       

That Easter day I found out we were. The minister had brought us the money for the poor family, so we must be poor. I didn't like being poor. I looked at my dress and worn-out shoes and felt so ashamed--I didn't even want to go back to church. Everyone there probably already knew we were poor! 

       

I thought about school. I was in the ninth grade and at the top of my class of over 100 students. I wondered if the kids at school knew that we were poor. I decided that I could quit school since I had finished the eighth grade. That was all the law required at that time. We sat in silence for a long time. 

       

Then it got dark, and we went to bed. All that week, we girls went to school and came home, and no one talked much. Finally on Saturday, Mom asked us what we wanted to do with the money. What did poor people do with money? We didn't know. We'd never known we were poor. We didn't want to go to church on Sunday, but Mom said we had to. Although it was a sunny day, we didn't talk on the way. 

       

Mom started to sing, but no one joined in and she only sang one verse. At church we had a missionary speaker. He talked about how churches in Africa made buildings out of sun dried bricks, but they needed money to buy roofs. He said $100 would put a roof on a church. The minister said, "Can't we all sacrifice to help these poor people?" We looked at each other and smiled for the first time in a week. 

       

Mom reached into her purse and pulled out the envelope. She passed it to Darlene. Darlene gave it to me, and I handed it to Ocy. Ocy put it in the offering. 

       

When the offering was counted, the minister announced that it was a little over $100. The missionary was excited. He hadn't expected such a large offering from our small church. He said, "You must have some rich people in this church." Suddenly it struck us! We had given $87 of that "little over $100." 

       

We were the rich family in the church! Hadn't the missionary said so? From that day on I've never been poor again. I've always remembered how rich I am because I have Jesus!

Monday, March 23, 2015

Watch God's Not Dead

What a wonderful Christian movie.  There are a few Christian movies that are worth watching and God's Not Dead is one of those movies.  I highly recommend that you watch this movie on either Netflix or Amazon Prime.  If you do not have either click on this ad below:

How To Worship the Lord

"And in that day you will say: “Praise the Lord , call upon His name; Declare His deeds among the peoples, Make mention that His name is exalted. Sing to the Lord ,"
Isaiah 12:4-5 NKJV



For a believer the Lord God, our Heavenly Father, is worthy of our praise.  We as believers honor and worship Him through the sacrifice through praise from our mouth.  We lift our hands (palms) towards heaven and wave our palms towards heaven  in worship of His goodness and His mercy.  We call upon His name and He hears us because He first loved us.  We openly declare what wonderful things He has done for us, in us and through us.  We sing to the Lord with rejoicing as He is our source, our protector and defender.  He goes before us and fights our battles for us.  We trust in Him to make a way when there does not seem to be a way to make it through another day.

Do not be ashamed to openly worship the Lord in this way as He is not ashamed of us.  It's okay to worship Him without fear of what others may think of us.  https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke+12:7-9&version=NKJV


Sunday, March 22, 2015

Be Anxious For Nothing

Let Jesus Calm the Storm in your Mind
 by giving your burden to Him.
"Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus."  Philippians 4:6-7 NKJV

What does it mean to be anxious?  To be anxious can be a good thing when you are excited with anticipation of something that are looking forward to.  You are anxious for this event to happen, i.e., you are looking forward to Jesus coming back to gather you to Himself in the event known as the Rapture.

The phrase "anxious for nothing" has to do with a different kind of anxious.  It is the negative effect of fear, dread, or worry associated with something you are afraid will happen.

For about a year now I have been reluctant to write any articles for this BLOG because of some criticism that came against me regarding the BLOG.  I was so shocked and so hurt I was afraid of being criticized again so to protect myself I didn't write anything that could cause me pain again.

The Lord has been dealing with me about that and He's been reminding me that by my speaking His words I am spreading His good news (not mine) and he warned me there would be persecution.  I have decided to write again even if I do come under persecution because they would be persecuting Him when they persecute me as I am in Him and He is in me.

I Will Give You Rest


"All things have been delivered to Me by My Father, and no one knows the Son except the Father. Nor does anyone know the Father except the Son, and the one to whom the Son wills to reveal Him. Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.  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."  Matthew 11:27-29

you will find rest for your souls

Jesus said He will give me rest for my soul.  What is my soul? My soul is my mind, will and emotions.  Jesus is saying when I give my troubled mind to Him He will give me His rest.  He says to learn from Him and take on His attitude towards the troubles in life and I will find His rest.

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