Last Sunday afternoon, many of our church family loaded up sacks of complete Thanksgiving meal items in preparation to be placed in the Blessing Box for the upcoming Thanksgiving week. Our congregation is so blessed and in turn wants to outreach and bless families in need in our community for this special day of Thanks to our heavenly Father. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
On November 22nd, 12 ladies will graduate from their 12-Step Recovery Addiction Class at the Fannin County Detention Facility. Donna Armontrout has joined with Vicki Watson as volunteers for this program. This class is the fifth class to graduate since 2017. Of the 12 ladies graduating, there is a wide variety of ages from 19, to a grandmother of nine grandchildren. Three of the ladies have achieved perfect attendance. All have done daily homework consisting of a scripture reading, application and journal entry using the resources in the Life Recovery Bible (purchased/provided by The Way). This program consists of 84 daily readings completed. Each Friday the homework is checked, discussed, and the tools of recovery are given to begin the new life each of these ladies wants to build. 2 Corinthians 5:17 “If anyone belongs to Christ, then he is made new. The old things have gone; everything is made new!” One young lady wrote, “I don’t care how long it takes to harvest what God wants for me, but one thing I can say is now that I know about Him, I want to follow Him and know more about Him and the blessings He has for me.” All of these ladies will be transferring to new facilities in the coming months. We want to pray that they keep growing in their faith and take the message of Jesus everywhere they go.
Approximately 20 or so people attended what was originally a Family Camp-Out event at Bonham State Park but due to the rain on the first day, became a Family Day at the park on Saturday. A pit wood fire cooked breakfast with pancakes, eggs, bacon and sausage were enjoyed Saturday morning along with lots of hot dogs and fixins’ for dinner. Several games were played and lots of fun was had by all.
August 17th (Sat) – Bowling @ Shulman’s Grill (Time & Details coming)
August 19th (Mon) – Hamburger Cookout Outreach (Savoy Park/Meet the Teacher Night)
September 14th (Sat) – Movie & Fondue Night @ The Way Church (Time & Details coming)
October 25/26th (Fri/Sat) – Family Camping Trip (Bonham State Park)
November 9th (Sat) – Family Bonfire (Time & Details coming)
December 15th (Sun) – Christmas Party (North Texas Youth Connection (Details coming)
Tentative Outreach & Activities: Church Work Day, Open Arms Work Day (Homeless Shelter – Bonham), Community Work Day, Medical Equipment Collection, Toy Closet Collection
As I continue to dig deep into the Word of my Father, I notice a resounding theme. Food. My favorite thing on this whole earth! You see, I think Gary Chapman got it wrong. He missed number 6…my love language is food. Hands down. Speak to me over good food, and I will listen harder. Feed me French Silk Pie and I will be your best friend. Teach me to cook BAKED BACON, and I will show you true love! I was raised on the best food from the best cooks in my realm of imagination. My grandmother, my mom, my aunts…no meat or vegetable went un- fried, no bag of sugar went unscathed. From Chicken Fried Steak to homemade taffy, I was raised on the best (and probably unhealthiest) of God’s garden-gift. Translated into real life?…Joy, Celebration, Thanksgiving, Fellowship…what each and every family get-together was about. Even now, my favorite place to be is in my kitchen making something “divine” to feed my family and friends. My gift to them.
My friends, food isn’t just fuel, or physical sustenance; it is a gift. In the beginning, God gave us a garden in which to feast. He provided everything for us, and still does. He lavishly gives us everything we need to sustain life on this earth, AND in life eternal. And FOR this, Jesus gave thanks. While on this earth, at every meal, he gave thanks; because the meal was given by the Holy One, as throughout all lifetime, as a gift to His loved ones. When Jesus gave thanks and broke bread, he was thanking his Father for the gift he had just received.
So it’s no wonder Jesus came eating and drinking (Luke 7:34) while seeking and saving the lost! Although all 4 gospels tell of Jesus feeding 4- and 5000 people with a miraculously small amount of fish and bread, I have a gut feeling (pun intended) that Luke wrote the most about Jesus’ gastronomical events because he was a physician. He understood more than the others just what these meals did for Jesus and his followers, both physically and spiritually. And, although Jesus rejoiced with a wedding party in John chapter 2, he dined with a plethora of sinners in Luke. He endured some awkward meals with Pharisees in Luke 11 and Luke 14. He dined with Zacchaeus, who was deemed a crooked tax collector, in Luke 19. He celebrated the Feast of Weeks, the Feast of Tabernacles, the Passover, and countless other celebrations of joy and thanksgiving in his short lifetime.
Through the ages, God has had a way of showing up at our dinner table. He gives us a sneak- preview of the banquet in the Kingdom to come. As the old hymn alludes, a “foretaste of Glory Divine”. Food will be a part of the new Creation, the fabulous feast, the Table of Communion! The closest we can get to dining with the King here on this earth. The Celts called it “thin places”: where the veil that separates heaven and earth seems exceedingly thin. It is at this table of the King, divine dining, fabulous feast, where broken sinners find an empty seat, a place to be at home, to be made whole by good food and good fellowship. Christine Pohl, a writer and theologian, once said, “a shared meal is the activity most closely tied to the reality of God’s kingdom, just as it is the most basic expression of hospitality”.
Jesus did so much between tasty morsels of fish and bread and honey and wine. Our holy hospitable host revealed the beauty of his life (and death) while dining with those who both adored him and hated him. Our beloved Savior ate and drank with sinners. Yes; thieves, liars, murderers – sinners. That’s me and you. The meals that Jesus shared were the theme to his mission, because they embody God’s grace and put into action God’s mission. Meals were a sign of the Lord’s abounding grace toward us sinners. The table in which he shared his last supper was transformed into the Table of Communion between the Father and His lowly lovers. Sharing a meal means friendship, hospitality, grace. Our God wants us to do the same: open our homes to fellow sinners: the helpless, the needy, the poor, the HUNGRY, the unclean, the hurting. Sharing a meal wipes those “titles” away. We are one and the same when we partake together of the Lord’s bountiful blessings. In this world of little grace, let us share our table; let’s show grace, give grace, say grace. O, dear friend, taste and see that the Lord is GOOD!
-written by Ann Dugger
When I was a senior in high school, my English class had to spend our last semester writing a
term paper on a classic author. I ignorantly chose Edgar Allen Poe. If you know anything
about Poe, you’ll understand why it was an ignorant decision. He is dark and scary and…well,
dark. For weeks, I researched and wrote, erased and started over. It got to the point that I had
a recurring dream about the macabre writings. Every night, my dream would begin with me
running through a field toward a circle of car headlights. In the middle of those headlights, was
a deep, dark, dreadful pit. I ran toward the light with the hope that someone there could catch
and save me from running head-over-heels into the pit. I needed to be saved from the most
dreadful and ancient-looking man that my psyche could conjure up. I knew with all my being
that I needed to get to that light before the darkness swallowed me up. And that old, decrepit
man; he chased me as if he were a young gazelle leaping across an African prairie. He ran like
the devil himself.
I will never forget that dream. Running toward light while surrounded by utter darkness.
Tripping, then getting up to run as fast as I can again. Trying my hardest to be a good English
student and get that paper done, and done well. A race between me and the devil. If I lost, I
failed; and he won. Similar to my analogous dream, we are surrounded by darkness, just as
John 3:19 attests the harsh truth: “This is the judgment: the light has come into the world, and
people loved the darkness rather than the light because their works were evil. For everyone
who does wicked things hates the light.” We choose darkness because we think it covers our
sins, but as time goes by, we begin living in paranoid fear of that darkness, of our sins being
“found out”. Our world collapses under the weight of this fear. We begin doubting who our
friends are, losing some altogether, because of that paranoia. Then our life turns to despair
and the cycle goes on. Living in a pit of darkness brings fear, doubt, despair. In John 12:35,
we are told that “the one who walks in darkness does not know where he is going”. We see no
assurance of salvation in darkness, because we can’t SEE at ALL! But there IS hope in the
LIGHT! Acts 26:18 assures us that we can “turn from darkness to light and from the power of
Satan to God, that we may receive forgiveness of sins and a place among those who are
sanctified by faith in me.”
We are not doomed to live in darkness! We are meant to bask in the glorious light of the
Heavenly Father! I feel like that old man was chasing me to a pit of failure, as I was running out
of time to finish that paper. But the outcome of the dream was just unbelievable, God-gifted.
Nothing I could have ever imagined up from my own mind. On the night before I finally had to
turn my paper in, that same dream was different. In the dream, I walked out of my house to go
to school, and that old man was lying prostrate on top of my car. You see: my paper was
finished. I had won the race and worn that old man out! But most importantly, I no longer was
being pursued by Satan to an eternal pit of darkness.
This life is a race. 2 Timothy 4:7 declares Paul to have fought the good fight, finished the race,
and kept the faith. Don’t you want to be able to proclaim that? I know I do! Hebrews 12:1
says we should lay aside every weight and sin which clings so closely, and run with endurance
the race that is set before us. We can choose to race to the light, or to be chased through the
darkness. We will win the prize of all prizes if we choose to come up out of the pit of sin that
holds us in that horrible darkness and fear and despair. Let go of those sins that have you
weighted down. You can’t run a race with extra baggage slowing you down! Give it to the
Father of Light, for He has already stowed our baggage away on the cross. There is hope in
the Light, friends. Run the race with endurance toward the bright and glorious Prize!
Written by Ann Dugger