Hello everyone. It looks like autumn; it feels like autumn; it smells like autumn. It is hard to realize that summer has past already, autumn is here and winter is just around the corner. If one is not sure of the later fact, all one has to do is just take a look at the Christmas displays that are going up in most of the discount stores. Soon we will find ourselves humming, “Jingle Bells,” three months ahead of time, and not realize why.
Church service at Red Bank began with hymns led by Gary Lirley. A big welcome was provided by Jerry Huff. He also introduced the Sunday school lesson which was entitled, “The Pressure of Words.” The Scripture for this lesson is James 3:1-18. Hymns for the Worship service was led by Gary Lirley. Brother Lauren encouraged everyone to attend, “Bridge the Gap with Fun, Food, and Fellowship,” and the “Ladies Devotional Fellowship,” that were to begin at 5:30 that evening. It was also announced that the Fifth Sunday Singing would be held next Sunday evening, Sept. 29.th Eloise reported that it was to be held at the Goodhope General Baptist Church. That special service begins at 6:00 p.m.
Our speaker for the Worship service was Brother Jeff Smith. His sermon text was taken from Proverbs 3:5-6 and Hebrews 11:1. These Scriptures teach us that we are to trust in the Lord with all our heart and to not lean on our own understanding. Because the words, Trust and Faith are synonymous, one must place their total faith in God and trust that he is willing and able to save us from our sins. Then we should in all ways acknowledge Him and allow Him to direct our paths. It is far better to place our trust in God rather than man. God’s Word gives us the directions we need as we trod down life’s pathway. His way is the best way to go. He lights the pathway so we will be able to find our way and not stumble and fall so much. He loves his Children deeply and desires only the best for them so much that he is always at their beckon and call.
There are still a lot of garden vegetables being shared with those whose gardens have stopped producing and with those who didn’t have a garden of fresh vegetables to enjoy. I am getting a few tomatoes and cucumbers, but they are few and far between. I pickled a few pints of okra, and enjoyed eating some that I fried that friends gave me. I have never pickled okra before. I sure hope they turn out good. If my sister, Charlotte, hadn’t fried some okra to show me how good it can taste, I would have never eaten okra again after a dear lady that was hired to care for me during the day, heated up a can of okra and filled my plate with it for my lunch. After I tasted the slimy food, I quietly dumped the rest of it in a trash can near by. My care taker complimented me on eating all my lunch until she happened to see what I had done with it. She then filled my plate with it again and stood by my side until I ate it all. After that, I was certain that I would never eat okra again. I can thank my sis for taking the time to prove to me that okra was delicious when cooked properly. I was only about seven years old at that time, but I will never forget that plate of okra. I loved my care taker, but neither I nor any of my family could stand to eat her cooking.
I mentioned in last week’s article that Gary and I entertained company from Kansas and Oklahoma. Before they left, we were presented a gift called, Yard Art. My niece, Glenda Young, loves to find plates of different sizes, cups and other small glass objects to glue together to create a pretty thing to place in yards or flower gardens. I have yet to find the perfect place to put our special gift, but soon Gary will be given a, “Honey Do,” project to complete as a favor to me.
That’s all the news for now. Take care.