An Uncommon Grace by Pastor Darian G. Burns
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 Together <iHs>< ~keith by Keith Wawrzyniak
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THE LORD'S PRAYER (Mat. 6:9-13)
This is in three parts, the prayer ( blue ), the prayer's heart ( gray ) , and GOD 's response ( red )
submitted by Linda Locke, adapted for the web by ~ekw, author unknown.

Our Father Who Art In Heaven.
Yes?
Don't interrupt me. I'm praying.
But -- you called ME!
Called you?
No, I didn't call you.
I'm praying.
Our Father who art in Heaven.
There -- you did it again!
Did what?
Called ME.
You said,
"Our Father who art in Heaven"
Well, here I am.
What's on your mind?
But I didn't mean anything by it.
I was, you know, just saying my prayers for the day.
I always say the Lord's Prayer.
It makes me feel good,
kind of like fulfilling a duty.
Well, all right.
Go on.
Okay,
Hallowed be thy name . .
Hold it right there.
What do you mean by that?
By what?
By "Hallowed be thy name"?
It means, it means . . good grief,
I don't know what it means.
How in the world should I know?
It's just a part of the prayer.
By the way, what does it mean?
It means honored, holy, wonderful.
Hey, that makes sense.
I never thought about what 'hallowed' meant before.
Thanks.
Thy Kingdom come,
Thy will be done,
on earth as it is in Heaven.
Do you really mean that?
Sure, why not?
What are you doing about it?
Doing? Why, nothing, I guess.
I just think it would be kind of neat if you got control,
of everything down here like you have up there.
We're kind of in a mess down here you know.
Yes, I know;
but, have I got control of you?
Well, I go to church.
That isn't what I asked you.
What about your bad temper?
You've really got a problem there, you know.
And then there's the way you spend your money --
all on yourself.
And what about the kind of books you read?
Now hold on just a minute!
Stop picking on me!
I'm just as good as some of the rest of those people at church!
Excuse ME.
I thought you were praying
for my will to be done.
If that is to happen,
it will have to start with the ones
who are praying for it.
Like you -- for example.
Oh, all right. I guess I do have some hang-ups.
Now that you mention it,
I could probably name some others.
So could I.
I haven't thought about it very much until now,
but I really would like to cut out some of those things.
I would like to, you know, be really free.
Good -- Now we're getting somewhere.
We'll work together -- You and ME.
I'm proud of You.
Look, Lord, if you don't mind,
I need to finish up here.
This is taking a lot longer than it usually does.
Give us this day, our daily bread.
You need to cut out the bread.
You're overweight as it is.
Hey, wait a minute! What is this?
Here I was doing my religious duty,
and all of a sudden you break in
and remind me of all my hang-ups.
Praying is a dangerous thing.
You just might get what you ask for.
Remember,
you called ME -- and here I am.
It's too late to stop now.
Keep praying. ( . . pause . .) Well, go on.
I'm scared to.
Scared!   Scared of what?
I know what you'll say.
Try ME.
Forgive us our sins,
as we forgive those who sin against us.
What about Ann?
See? I knew it!
I knew you would bring her up!
Why, Lord, she's told lies about me, spread stories.
She never paid back the money she owes me.
I've sworn to get even with her!
But -- your prayer --
What about your prayer?
I didn't -- mean it.
Well, at least you're honest.
But, it's quite a load carrying around all that bitterness
and resentment isn't it?
Yes, but I'll feel better as soon as I get even with her.
Boy, have I got some plans for her.
She'll wish she had never been born.
No, you won't feel any better.
You'll feel worse.
Revenge isn't sweet.
You know how unhappy you are --
Well, I can change that.
You can? How?
Forgive Ann.
Then, I'll forgive you;
And the hate and the sin,
will be Ann's problem -- not yours.
You will have settled the problem
as far as you are concerned.
Oh, you know, you're right.
You always are.
And more than I want revenge,
I want to be right with You . . (sigh).
All right all right . .
I forgive her.
There now!
Wonderful!
How do you feel?
Hmmmm. Well, not bad.
Not bad at all!
In fact, I feel pretty great!
You know, I don't think I'll go to bed uptight tonight.
I haven't been getting much rest, you know.
Yeah, I know.
But, you're not through with your prayer are you? Go on.
Oh, all right.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
Good! Good! I'll do that.
Just don't put yourself in a place
where you can be tempted.
What do you mean by that?
You know what I mean.
Yeah. I know.
Okay.
Go ahead. Finish your prayer.
For Thine is the kingdom,
and the power, and the glory forever.
Amen.
Do you know what would bring me glory --
What would really make me happy?
No, but I'd like to know.
I want to please you now.
I've really made a mess of things.
I want to truly follow you.
I can see now how great that would be.
So , tell me . . .
How do I make you happy?

YOU  just did!

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Prayer Before Starting Work - submitted by Wendy Smith

My Heavenly Father, as I enter this work place, I bring your presence with me. I speak your peace, your grace, your mercy, and your perfect order into this office. I acknowledge your power over all that will be spoken, thought, decided and done within these walls.

Lord, I thank you for the gifts you have blessed me with. I commit to using them responsibly in your honor. Give me a fresh supply of strength to do my job. Anoint my projects, ideas, and energy so that even my smallest accomplishment may bring you glory.

Lord, when I am confused, guide me. When I am weary, energize me. When I am burned out, infuse me with the light of the Holy Spirit. May the work that I do and the way I do it bring faith, joy, and a smile to all that I come in contact with today.

And Lord, when I leave this place, give me travel mercy. Bless my family and home to be in order as I left it.

Lord, I thank you for everything you’ve done, everything you’re doing, and everything you’re going to do.

In the name of Jesus I pray, with much love and thanksgiving. Amen.

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Serenity Prayer - Author Unknown

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Where ~ by Marlene Wawrzyniak

Where do you turn in times of need when life does not seem fair,
when everything is going wrong and no one seems to care?

Where do you go to find the help your soul is crying for,
the help to heal the heartache that's eating at your core?

Where do you turn when anger strikes and you fear you'll lose control,
when your purpose here eludes you and frustration takes a toll?

Where do you turn when what was real no longer seems to be
and the people you have counted on are just a memory?

When what's familiar becomes strange where is your comfort found?
When your whole world is being rocked where is your solid ground?

When you realize you've chased a dream that never will be caught
and you run from what you know is right and all that you've been taught,

Do you turn within and give up hope and settle in despair
or cast your eyes upon the Lord who always has been there?

The one who gave his life for you and will never leave your side
is waiting very patiently His arms stretched open wide.

His love will conquer all your fears, there is nothing he can't do.
So run into his open arms, He's calling child to you.

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I’m Thankful For…. ~ by Alana Butts
submitted by Tersea Steele

The question was simple, I put it out there yesterday,
what are you thankful for, so read on darlins here’s what you had to say.

The replies started and slowly began to roll in..
one sistah said I’m thankful for my wonderful family and friends.

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Another chimed in, she too was thankful for friends,
gifts from God was what she had to say

another was thankful for true friends and
how they are there for one another in that special way.

A brother being a darlin had a list filled with love,
thankful for so many things, thankful for love.

Then there was a sister who was supremely thankful
for knowing and living, God is truly able,

because for the first time in years
all her children would be seated around the Thanksgiving table.

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Did I mention the sister who is thankful
for the great man in her life, together for 17 years,

a new grandaughter is on the way for a family,
they are overjoyed, happy as can be.

Then there was the brotha who was thankful for much
 – most that “the Lord saved me.”

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You all chimed in with your answers,
you did so without a bit of hesitation…

did I mention the Sistah
who was thankful for the daily inspiration.

We are thankful for so many things,
more things than we could ever say,

good health, a son being alive,
elder relatives and waking up each day.

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Thank you family for participating
in this inspirational idea, it really meant a lot,

I truly enjoyed doing this, I’m done now,
oh – one more thing I almost forgot.

It’s my turn to tell what I’m thankful for
– there’s so much but I’ll give it a try,

I’m thankful for family, faith and love,
and good friends on whom I can rely.

I’m so very thankful for this opportunity,
this inspirational thing I do,

and I would be remiss.. if I didn’t let you know..
I’m thankful for each and every one of you.

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Reunion ~ by Marlene Wawrzyniak

In my mind I see her there
being greeted by the Lord
as He reaches out to take her hand,
His love for her outpoured.
Such compassion in His eyes,
she feels no pain or fear
as warmth and peace envelop her
when Jesus she is near.
She's gazing on the face of God
and walking streets of gold,
serenity and joy at last
beyond what she's been told.
She's in a place of peaceful souls,
where loved ones gone before
introduce eternity
through heaven's open door.
So even though you miss her now,
you'll see her once again
walking heaven's streets of gold
at your journeys end

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Poem by David Hawkins  submitted by Linda Locke
click the graphic above

From the authors at Kids4Truth: We are hoping that this presentation causes you to acknowledge that there is one true Creator God and to inquire as to Who this God is.
 

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An Easter Poem - The Cross of Love ~ by Marlene Wawrzyniak

The flagellum in the soldier’s hand, straps of leather tipped with lead,

shredded the skin of our Savior’s back, thorns had yet to pierce His head.

Weak from the beating and loss of blood, our Lord slumped to the ground,

as they threw a robe on His open wounds, Jesus uttered not a sound.

 

The soldiers mocked this “King of the Jews” placing a stick in His hand,

“This for a scepter,” the Roman said, as Jesus struggled to stand.

A crown of thorns upon His head completed the travesty

as they pressed it deep into His scalp, because of you and me.

 

The blood ran in rivulets down His face as they taunted and beat our Lord

yet still Jesus uttered not a word, while the soldiers were growing bored.

Tiring of their sadistic sport they ripped the robe from His back,

tearing open His wounds again and with searing pain He was wracked.

 

Showing no mercy they tied the beam, on His shoulders, bare and torn

and led the procession to the hill where true mercy would be born.

His human muscles could bear no more, as He crumpled to the ground,

no longer could He carry the wood to which He had been bound.

 

Pushed beyond His endurance, bleeding and in shock,

He’d soon fulfill His purpose to free God’s chosen flock.

Though He was barely able to walk the soldiers gave Him no rest,

on the road to His crucifixion, where for us He’d give His best.

 

Arriving at Golgotha, His death was drawing nigh

as they threw our Lord upon the beam and held the hammer high.

The soldiers were following orders as they nailed Him to the wood

the King of all creation was dying for our good.

 

They drove a nail through each of His wrists and one through both of His feet,

this pain He suffered for our sake, so that one day Him we’d meet.

Hours and hours of limitless pain, He struggled for each breath

as those who had condemned God’s son stood waiting for His death.

 

A chill crept through His tissues and He knew the end was near,

His mission, was completed, atonement now was here.

Jesus whispered, “It is finished,” and then this His final cry,

“Father! Into thy hands I commend my spirit,” and for our sake He died.

 

They took him from the cross of love and laid him in the grave

covered the entrance with a stone to seal him in the cave.

But three days later an empty tomb was all that Mary found

for Jesus was no longer there, he was no longer bound.

He has won the victory o’er death and sin and shame

for every person on this earth who calls upon his name.

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I am a Christian ~ Unknown
may be based on a similiar poem by Carol Wimmer
(posting requested by Wendy Smith & Teresa Steele)
 
   When I say... "I am a Christian"
   I'm not shouting "I'm clean living."
   I'm whispering "I was lost,"
   Now I'm found and forgiven.
 
   When I say..."I am a Christian"
   I don't speak of this with pride.
   I'm confessing that I stumble
   and need CHRIST to be my guide.
 
   When I say... "I am a Christian"
   I'm not trying to be strong.
   I'm professing that I'm weak
   and need HIS strength to carry on.
 
   When I say... "I am a Christian"
   I'm not bragging of success.
   I'm admitting I have failed
   and need God to clean my mess.
 
   When I say... "I am a Christian"
   I'm not claiming to be perfect,
   My flaws are far too visible
   but, God believes I am worth it.
 
   When I say... "I am a Christian"
   I still feel the sting of pain,
   I have my share of heartaches 
   So I call upon His name.  

   When I say... "I am a Christian"
   I'm not holier than thou, 
   I was just a simple sinner
   Who received God's good grace, somehow.

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Words of Sadness / Words Deleted - Marlene Wawrzyniak (born out of the Sanity of Life Sunday Worship Service 1/15/2006)
Sadness	Deleted
How many beating hearts have stopped before a breath was drawn? How many eyes been robbed of sight before they've seen a dawn? How many voices have been stilled n`er uttering a word? How many babies cried in pain not ever being heard? How many women chose to end what's growing in their womb, and turned what is their body into a living tomb? We've learned somehow to justify this crime against mankind We tell ourselves it's just a choice while to the truth we're blind. In abortion clinics everywhere babies are just trash, and doctors who are meant to heal are raking in the cash. We have become a nation numb to what we’ve done a lost and selfish people, our only interest – FUN. Who knows, how many Einsteins or Mozarts we have killed? How much blood will have to run, before enough is spilled? Children are taking guns to school, why should we be surprised? They see us killing babies, does it matter then Who dies?	If I’d been given just a chance I might have been the one to find a cure for cancer there’s much I could have done.   I might have composed symphonies of joyful celebration and shared my music with the world for future generations.   I might have had a brilliant mind and cured the common cold or maybe even found a way to delay growing old.   I might have been a surgeon and saved lives every day or maybe Pastor of a church and preached salvation’s way.   I might have been a teacher and taught someone to read or been a missionary out sowing Christian seed   I might have been a loving wife with children of my own, I might have been a husband, instead of an unknown.   But since our country made it law I’m no more then a choice and many millions just like me will never have a voice.

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"AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL"

Note: This is widely reported to have been written by Judge Roy Moore

FOXNews.com U.S. & World - Moore Not Likely to Back Down
 Thursday, August 21, 2003 -  Associated Press  GALLANT, Ala.

America the Beautiful, or so you used to be.
Land of the Pilgrims' pride; I'm glad they'll never see.
Babies piled in dumpsters, Abortion on demand,
Oh, sweet land of liberty, your house is on the sand.

Our children wander aimlessly poisoned by cocaine,
Choosing to indulge their lusts, when God has said abstain.
From sea to shining sea, our Nation turns away
From the teaching of God's love and a need to always pray.
So many worldly preachers tell lies about our Rock,
Saying God is going broke so they can fleece the flock.
We've kept God in our temples, how callous we have grown.
When earth is but His footstool, and Heaven is His throne.

We've voted in a government that's rotting at the core,
Appointing Godless Judges who throw reason out the door,
Too soft to place a killer in a well deserved tomb,
But brave enough to kill a baby before he leaves the womb.
You think that God's not angry, that our land's a moral slum?
How much longer will He wait before His judgment comes?

How are we to face our God, from Whom we cannot hide?
What then is left for us to do, but stem this evil tide?
If we who are His children, will humbly turn and pray;
Seek His holy face and mend our evil way:
Then God will hear from Heaven and forgive us of our sins,
He'll heal our sickly land and those who live within.
But, America the Beautiful, if you don't then you will see,
A sad but Holy God withdraw His hand from Thee.

~Judge Roy Moore
 

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The Great Physician - Marlene Wawrzyniak

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 Poem from Dale & LuAnn Meyers - THE STORY OF OLD JIM

A minister passing through his church in the middle of the day,
Decided to pause by the altar and see who had come to pray.
Just then the back door opened, a man came down the aisle,
The minister frowned as he saw the man hadn't shaved in a while.
His shirt was kind of shabby and his coat was worn and frayed,
the man knelt, he bowed his head, then rose and walked away.
In the days that followed, each noontime came this chap,
each time he knelt just for a moment, a lunch pail in his lap.
 

Well, the minister's suspicions grew, with robbery a main fear,
He decided to stop the man and ask him, "What are you doing here?"
The old man said, he worked down the road. Lunch was half an hour.
Lunchtime was his prayer time, for finding strength and power.
"I stay only moments, see, because the factory is so far away;
as I kneel here talking to the Lord, this is kind of what I say:

"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD, HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.

DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY,
BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS JIM CHECKING IN TODAY."

The minister feeling foolish, told Jim that was fine.
He told the man he was welcome to come and pray just anytime.
Time to go, Jim smiled, said "Thanks." He hurried to the door.
The minister knelt at the altar; he'd never done it before.
His cold heart melted, warmed with love, and met with Jesus there.
As the tears flowed, in his heart, he repeated old Jim's prayer:

"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD, HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.

I DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY,
BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME CHECKING IN TODAY."

Past noon one day, the minister noticed that old Jim hadn't come.
As more days passed without Jim, he began to worry some.
At the factory, he asked about him, learning he was ill.
The hospital staff was worried, but he'd given them a thrill.
The week that Jim was with them, brought changes in the ward.
His smiles, a joy contagious. Changed people were his reward.
The head nurse couldn't understand why Jim was so glad,
when no flowers, calls or cards came, not a visitor he had.
The minister stayed by his bed, he voiced the nurse's concern:
No friends came to show they cared. He had nowhere to turn.
Looking surprised, old Jim spoke up and with a winsome smile;
"the nurse is wrong, she couldn't know, that in here all the while
everyday at noon He's here, a dear friend of mine, you see,
He sits right down, takes my hand, leans over and says to me:

"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, JIM, HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP, AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN.

ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY,
I THINK ABOUT YOU EACH DAY,
AND SO JIM, THIS IS JESUS CHECKING IN TODAY."

                                                                             ~Author Unknown~

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Grandmother WILLIE  *  Darian G. Burns

Summers with Willie;
were the best that I ever had
picken black berries
sitten on the porch
and wishing for what I already had.

SHE would be telling me stories
of days past glories
and all the riches they had,
FAITH in GOD above
and working hard to savor what you had.

As SHE knelt at the foot of her bed
there were stars in the sky
and tears in her eyes
as I listened to the prayers that she said.

With rocking chair peace of mind
she would be humming those hymns of time
and she taught me so well
of the peace that could dwell
when her Saviour became MINE
 

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My Strength - Poem by Marlene Wawrzyniak

You tell me faith is for the weak that only fools believe.
You tell me that there is no God and that I’ve been deceived.

You say that all of life evolved, and from the mire took shape,
I say that from your heart of sin you’re trying to escape.

You tell me that my faith’s a crutch and that it cripples me,
I say to you, my faith sustains, it’s made me whole and free.

For years, like you, I ran from God, I struggled on my own,
searching for some purpose, trapped in my comfort zone.

If I was to believe God’s word, so much would have to change
so much of life as I had known I’d have to rearrange.

No longer could I focus on the worldly ways I knew.
Instead I learned to look to God to teach me what to do.

Like you, I always wanted more, and thought “things” gave me joy,
but then I saw that discontent was surely Satan’s ploy.

Realizing happiness was not in what I owned
I gave my life to Jesus Christ, who for my sins atoned.

Through His selfless sacrifice He paved the way for man
to enter into paradise, Jehovah-jireh’s plan.

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Soldiers of the Lord -- Marlene Wawrzyniak 
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They serve a Risen Savior
in lands both far and near
no thought of their own safety
so all the world may hear

May hear the gospel message
and bring lost souls to Christ
to free them from their sin and shame
for Jesus paid the price

He paid the price in His own blood
this message they proclaim
leaving everything they own
they preach in Jesus name

They preach His name where hate prevails
through fear and persecution
to light the path for all lost souls
to spotlight God's solution

God's solution they take with them
these soldiers of the Lord
to spread throughout the whole wide world
their own welfare ignored.

 

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Out of the hearts of babes...  Pastor Appreciate Testimonies

I'm thankful for Pastor Burns because...		I love Pastor Burns because...
...Jesus loves him		...he is good to God
...he is nice and he helps		...he helps us out
...he is nice to me		...he helps me with stuff
...he is a great Pastor		...he is very nice
...he helps me learn about God		...he is nice
...he is an awesome Pastor		...he tells us about Jesus Christ
...he reads the Bible		...he is nice to me
...he talks to me		...he loves me
...he loves me		...he reads the Bible to me
...I love to hear him		...he prays for me
...he likes me and I like him		...he can hold my hand
...I love to hear him pray		...he knows my name
...I can talk to him		...he is nice
...he can teach us		...he is our pastor

 

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Inspirational

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Jesus, does this count? - From a Friend

For where two or three are gathered together
in my name, there am I in the midst of them.
                                                          Matthew 18:20
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Life Preserver - Photo from Michael Koehler
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Save me, O God,
For the waters have threatened my life.
                                           Psalm 69:1

Life Preserver - Poem by Marlene Wawrzyniak

Do waves of doubt crash over you
and leave you feeling beat?
Are you thrashing against the undertow
not able to gain your feet?

Are you struggling just to stay afloat
tossed by the stormy sea
and thinking everything is lost?
Then you are much like me.

Though trials and tears have come my way
and set my heart to race
I learned to lean on Jesus Christ
who suffered in my place.

He plucked me from the dark Abyss
and rescued me from sin
the day I opened up my heart
and asked He enter in.

Now I’m freed from Satan’s grip
his anchor has no hold
my life preserved eternally
for Heaven’s streets of gold.

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A Special Valentine Message from God ~ from Linda Locke
 

                  "For God so lo V ed the world,
                       That He g A ve
                          His on L y
                          Begott E n
                              So N
                                 T hat whosever
                      Believeth  I n Him
                         Should  N ot perish,
                       But have  E verlasting life."
                                            John 3:16 

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Posted with permission - Iraq crash shatters two families

Iraq crash shatters two families  --  by Scott Calvert,  Sun Staff.  September 2, 2003

Update -- January 23, 2006
We (Larry & Teresa) are hoping that we’ll get just as big of an article when he (Oscar) finally gets released.  His parole hearing in Fort Leavenworth is on February 14.  They will then forward their recommendation to the Parole Board in Washington at which time Larry and I have requested a personal appearance.  We would appreciate everyone’s prayers that this time, if it be God’s will, that he will be granted parole.

God maketh the solitary into families; those that were bound he bringeth out into prosperity: but the rebellious dwell in a parched [land]. Psalm 68:6 (Darby)

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A Rich Family History of Worshippers at DPC - Shelmon Dail

The Bible teaches us to call God "our Father" (Matthew 6:9). We who are redeemed by Jesus Christ are children of God (Galatians 4:1-7). These two Biblical affirmations are among many in which the Bible employs an analogy between a human family and the church. We are blessed to have identify thirty-two individuals (from a close family lineage which covers six generations) that worship and serve God with us here at Dundalk Presbyterian Church. Today this family has three men currently serving as Ruling Elder (+RE), and many other family members have shared and/or are still sharing their God given talents with their extended Christian family. Thorn Family Gathering Jesus said, "Go home to your family and tell them how much the Lord has done for you, and how he has had mercy on you." Mark 5:19

  

A Rich Family History of Worshippers at DPC - Shelmon Dail Thirty-Two people  (1930’s – 2006)  Six Generations
William H. Thorn (1930’s – 1940)    Cassie (Thomas) Thorn (1930’s – 1940)
	Edith (Thorn) Shanawolf (1922 – 1960) Conrad H. Shanawolf (1932 – 1956)
		Hannahlehr (Shanawolf) Ward  (1915 – 1983) Carroll Needham Ward (1913 – 1997)