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  • Glenda Williams 9:26 am on April 20, 2013 Permalink | Reply
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    Looking forward to heaven 

    From time to time I think about who it is I look forward to seeing in heaven. Of course, I look forward to being reunited with loved ones who have gone before, but I want to see those beloved people who have adorned the pages of God’s word, that I’ve read about through the years. Do you ever think about that? Who is it that you want to see?

    I want to see Jesus, the Savior who died for all. Jesus said, “He that hath seen me hath seen the Father” (John 14:9b). I want to see Jesus, the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

    I want to see the angels, don’t you? Gabriel was given the task of telling the virgin Mary she would be found with child and would be the mother of the son of God. I want to see those heavenly beings.

    I want to see Mary, the mother of Jesus. God chose Mary to be the mother of His son. Imagine being a person chosen by God for such a mighty, wonderful, work. And yet, we are chosen by God, aren’t we?  As Christian we are the chosen, the called out of the world for a mighty, wonderful, work He has given us to do. We are chosen by the Father to be His children and to be followers of Him.

    I want to see Paul. Even though he did terrible things to Christians, when he learned better, he did better. He changed and became a mighty worker for the Lord. We can learn a lot from Paul and his example. He laid his life of sin down and took up his cross and followed the Lord.  He was truly a worker in the vineyard of the Lord. I want to see Paul. (More …)

     
  • Glenda Williams 11:32 pm on March 31, 2013 Permalink | Reply
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    Recently I saw a recipe for Pecan Pie Muffins. They looked delicious,  and I could hardly wait to make them. One day I made the muffins, and ate one while it was hot. I didn’t stop with one. I ate two and drank a glass of skim milk. They tasted as good as they looked in the picture. After eating the muffins I began wondering what eating them had done to my body. I began checking the calories on the ingredients. The numbers got higher and higher until it reached 282 calories for one. I had eaten TWO without even thinking about it. I am allotting myself 1200 calories a day. I had nearly eaten half of my day’s allowance!

    Isn’t that the way we do things in life?  We jump right into something without thinking about the consequences of doing it, don’t we? Dr. Phil McGraw often says, “When you choose the deed, you choose the consequences that go with it.”

    Can’t you look back at your life and see situations when you have begun something, that you regretted later? What is it for you?

    Do you recall the first time you took a puff on a cigarette? You had no idea you would like it and become hooked. You certainly didn’t think of it being the #3 cause of death, led only by heart disease and cancer, did you?

    What about that first social drink? Everybody around you were drinking. Surely, there couldn’t be anything wrong with a little sip of wine, beer, or whatever, could there? You didn’t think about the 2.5 million deaths caused each year by drinking, or that alcohol is the world’s third largest risk factor for disease burden, did you?

    That lottery ticket, or chance, you bought on a quilt for a wonderful cause, or was it a chance on a gun someone was raffling off? Did it occur to you that those simple, innocent things, are gambling in God’s book? You didn’t think about just donating money to the good cause and leaving the chance along, did you?  (Ephesians 4:28)

    What about the time you tried to do drugs, just so you would know how being high felt? Do you know what that did to your brain? You didn’t think one smoke would lead to two, and two to three, and three to four, and on and on, did you? (1 Cor. 3:16-17 and 6:19-20)

    What about those extra channels on your television? Those shows, you know, the ones that show pornography? They slipped right in, didn’t they? You probably got them as a bonus when you signed on to some great package deal. Right under your nose you have been caught “looking upon a woman/man lustfully” and therefore are sinning right in your own home.  It’s amazing how sly Satan is. He grabs you just a bit. Then you find yourself thinking about sinful things when you should have your mind on whatsoever things are good, pure, honest, etc. (Philippians 4:8)

    Too often, and too quickly, we find ourselves caught in a situation where we know we shouldn’t be.  Whether it is overeating  pecan pie muffins or over indulging in sinful practices, we must constantly be on guard. The scriptures warn that our adversary (Satan) is walking about like a roaring lion seeking whom he may devour. (1 Peter 5:8) I don’t want to be caught in his grasp, do you?

    Let’s run! Let’s run as far away from sin as we possibly can. Let’s run toward the mark of the high calling in Christ. (Philippians 3:14)

     
  • Glenda Williams 8:47 pm on February 2, 2013 Permalink | Reply
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    Little Ethan is held hostage in underground bunker 

    I’m having trouble sleeping at night. I can’t get little 5-year-old Ethan off my mind and his being in a bunker below the ground. He is held by a wicked man who snatched him from his school bus Tuesday afternoon in Midland City, AL. I recalled when our Art was that age, and tried to think how he would have dealt with a similar situation. It is unimaginable. Ethan’s parents must be at their wit’s end knowing the gravity of the situation.

    No doubt there are many things going on between law enforcement officers and the man, that they are not at liberty to share. At every news conference I wait to hear that Ethan is safe. I don’t know the child, nor his parents, but I have a vested interest in them through prayer.

    We don’t know where the bunker is located. We don’t know what it looks like inside. We don’t know how it is to communicate with the outside world through a 4″ PVC pipe. We don’t know if Ethan is able to sleep, if he is hungry, if he is being abused, how his clothes feel after all these days, not to mention his medical needs. Reporters said he is crying for his parents and his grandparents, and our hearts break. We would do anything to help free little Ethan and see him safely back in the loving arms of his parents.

    Even though we don’t know all the things mentioned, there is someone who does. He knows and He cares. He loves little children. Though we can’t see Ethan, God can. Though we can’t protect Ethan, God can. Though we can’t hear Ethan’s cries, God can. Though we can’t comfort Ethan, God can.

    It is through God and the avenue of prayer that we can help Ethan. Every time he enters our thoughts we can ask God to protect him and bring him out safely, if it is His will.

    Prayer is a wonderful avenue we have as Christians. We only have to call His name to talk to the Lord of Lords, the King of Kings, the Creator of the universe, the Almighty God. He hears the effectual prayers of a righteous man, and they avail much. He offers comfort to us when we are weary and heavy laden. He tells us to come and He will give us rest. He asks us to put Him to the test and see if He won’t open up the windows of heaven and bestow upon us a blessing more than we can imagine. He says simply, “Ask and it shall be given you. Seek and you will find. Knock and it will be opened unto you.” What greater encouragement and comfort can we ask than to reach out and seek the Divine Healer in times like this? He is able to deliver Ethan and will be with him all the way. Let us pray that this horror will soon be over and will have a safe ending. May God’s will, and not ours, be done.

    We love Him because He first loved us.

     
    • J. Randal Matheny 8:11 am on February 4, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      Horrible story. I hadn’t heard. May God rescue the boy.

      • Glenda Williams 9:08 am on February 4, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        Monday morning and there are no changes in the situation. The bus driver that was killed trying to protect the children was laid to rest yesterday.

    • Glenda Williams 10:38 am on February 4, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      I think I didn’t make it clear that the abductor is in the bunker with Ethan, and has been since he took him from the bus. Schools in the surrounding area are closed until further notice. Ethan will be six this week.

    • Glenda Williams 7:31 pm on February 5, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      The situation is over. Ethan is safe and the abductor is dead. It has been on national news. We are so glad it is over. Ethan will be six years old tomorrow, Wednesday, Feb. 6, 2013.

  • Glenda Williams 10:43 pm on January 19, 2013 Permalink | Reply
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    I guess I come from the old school, but age and experience has given me the motivation to share my concern about the way many present day preachers are dressing in the pulpit.

    From time to time, and more often than I like to admit, I see preachers in front of a beautiful background, or in a lovely church building, dressed in a polo shirt, or with an open necked shirt with no tie, or coat, and I can’t help it, I don’t like it. They stand with Bible in hand preaching the word of God. Just recently I saw this handsome young man preaching in a short-sleeved, faded, red striped, polo shirt in front of a beautiful background, and somehow it just didn’t look like it fit to me. I couldn’t hear what he was saying because I was too shocked at what he was wearing. “Oh,” you say, “That might have been all he had to wear.” Not so! I have seen him on other occasions and even called an elder of a nearby church and recommended him as a possible located preacher for them.

    Is there something wrong with me? I might have thought so, but then I thought about such TV personalities as David Letterman, Jay Leno, Jimmie Fallon and some of the others (who I don’t watch, by the way, but only see in passing). Why do you suppose they wear suits and ties to do their monologues? Haven’t they discovered, as we in the church seem to feel we have, that they have to dress down so that others would feel more comfortable watching their program and listening to what they have to say? Do I think for a minute they would come out to do their monologue in front of millions of people on television, and those in their studio audience, dressed like some of our preachers today? No, I don’t think they would, and I think if they did their ratings would go down tremendously.

    Now granted, God isn’t looking on the dress as much as the heart of a person. I get that. But doesn’t God deserve the best we have to give, the best we have to wear? I think this relaxed dress is not fitting attire in the pulpits of our Lord in the richest country on earth. I think when preachers become so lackadaisical in their dress, they may lose the respect of those listening to what they are saying. Also, I dare say any preacher would attend a funeral wearing every day clothing.

    Could it be that this is another example of the church conforming to the world’s standards and not desiring to give our best in every area of our lives to God?

    “I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that you present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God, which is your reasonable service. And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of God (Romans 12:1-2).

     
  • Glenda Williams 9:44 pm on October 27, 2012 Permalink | Reply
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    Forgiving ourselves and forgetting 

    I stole a book from my classroom library when I was in the fifth grade. It was a green book with a cloth covering. The title I no longer remember. I knew I shouldn’t take the book, that it was wrong, and if mother and daddy found out, I would be in deep trouble.

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  • Glenda Williams 1:18 pm on August 31, 2012 Permalink | Reply
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    Twelve Baptized at County Jail Today 

    Twelve men housed in the Geneva County Jail, Geneva, AL were baptized into Christ this morning.  Today’s group makes 19 baptisms this year resulting from a weekly Thursday evening Bible study effort by men of the church, as well as participation in Bible correspondence courses offered by the church. To God goes the glory.

     
    • C.M.Callan 1:52 pm on August 31, 2012 Permalink | Reply

      We too have had success with our jail ministry. It is so good to hear of others doing the same. This is an area we need to put more emphasis on. Praise God for your efforts.

    • C.M.Callan 1:57 pm on August 31, 2012 Permalink | Reply

      we too have had success with our jail ministry. Praise God ffor you effo rts and success. We need more empheses on the jails and prisons in our out reach.

  • Glenda Williams 10:38 pm on July 17, 2012 Permalink | Reply
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    “Young lady on end needs to pull her skirt down.” 

    We were in the kitchen eating and watching a round-table discussion on Fox News recently. The young woman closest to the camera had her legs crossed, high heel shoes, tight skirt and was swinging her leg to the beat of the heated conversation. The more they talked, the higher her skirt rose. I told my husband I had taken as much of that as I could, that I was going to the computer and send them an email, telling them the young woman on the end needed to pull her skirt down. The network went to a commercial, and I went to the computer. I didn’t know the woman. It was our first time to watch the program, but I couldn’t hear a thing they were saying for watching to see just how high she was going to let her skirt rise. I tried to be kind in the comments I wrote, not knowing what to expect.

    When I got back in the kitchen the show had returned from the commercial. I was happy to see the young woman had pulled her skirt down. We were able to enjoy the program then.

    It boggles my mind how some women expose their bodies. The men are wearing longer swimsuits while women are wearing bikinis and thongs. You only have to watch a TV news show to see that the woman with the highest skirt gets the spot closest to the camera, or where the most of her body can be seen. The men are sitting in full suits with ties. Is this a requirement of a female leader in the news media?  I often wonder if the person behind the camera is not a male and enjoying the exposure of the female who doesn’t realize she is being used.

    We can change things if we stand up and let our thoughts be known.

     
    • Jim Eckerberg 11:01 pm on July 17, 2012 Permalink | Reply

      Very good! We need to teach our young women to be modest. They must learn about real life.

    • Abel nghuushi 4:28 am on July 18, 2012 Permalink | Reply

      Thank God. (John 8:32) this verse has opened my mind in spritual life.

    • Eugene Adkins 6:24 am on July 18, 2012 Permalink | Reply

      Thanks for the thoughts, Glenda.

      I wish more women would take this issue on in various ways. I am afraid that when men take the lead role in discussing the issue (particulary with the world) that the average mindset of today considers the speaker to be “chauvinistic” and “oppressive.”

      I believe the viewpoint of the listener becomes unavoidably different (although it may not change) when the speaker is a woman who strives to be modest in a godly way.

  • Glenda Williams 4:18 pm on April 20, 2012 Permalink | Reply
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    Consider the birds of the sky 

    Our backyard is a haven for the fowls of the air and small animals that can weasel their way through the slats of the old dilapidated and unpainted fence. There are no cats or dogs to chase the beautiful birds away from the feeders. The squirrels and birds enjoy the area feeders and bird bath.

    Out the double breakfast area window I have watched with great interest the little animals and fowl that frequent our yard. I’ve often tiptoed lightly, with camera in hand, to capture their antics. From the cardinals I offer these lessons.

    Cardinals select a mate – It was on the fifth day of creation that God made the fowls of the air (Genesis 1:20-22). The cardinal is a favorite bird of many people. The beautiful male red bird chooses a mate in early Spring.

    Cardinals mate and produce after their kind – It is interesting that the birds do not mate with other birds. The cardinal mates with the cardinal, the blue bird with a blue bird, the robin with a robin, the sparrow with a sparrow, etc. After the great flood God spoke to Noah saying, “Go out of the ark, you and your wife, and your sons and your sons’ wives with you. Bring out with you every living thing of all flesh that is with you: birds and cattle and every creeping thing that creeps on the earth, so that they may abound on the earth, and be fruitful and multiply on the earth. So Noah went out, and his sons and his sons’ wives with him. Every animal, every creeping thing, every bird, and whatever creeps on the earth, according to their families, went out of the ark” (Genesis 8:15-19). God’s plan is perfect for the animal kingdom, the home and the family.

    Cardinals mate for life – One male and one female for life is the way of the cardinal. The same way God planned for His children to set up their homes for life. One man and one woman until death parts them (Genesis 2:23-25).

    Cardinals build a home – The male and female birds work together to build a home. Immediately that is their goal when they have chosen each other. They have left their father and mother and devote themselves to their little nest, to their little home. God set that plan in action long ago for man when He instituted the home. He said it beautifully, “Therefore shall a man leave his father and mother and cleave unto his wife” (Ephesians 5:31).

    Cardinal male is head of the home – I have watched the cardinals fly across the yard with the male leading the way. She is often right behind him. God planned for the male to be the head of the home (Ephesians 5:22-25). Whether seeking twigs for the home they are building, or watching for the unsuspecting insect on the ground, they are always near each other. There’s something noteworthy about the example of the birds even for us humans. Husbands and wives that delight in being with each other, cleaving unto each other, seldom find interest in others outside their marriage vows.

    Cardinal male provides food for his mate - The attention of the male cardinal to his mate is beautiful. I have watched him sit on the bird feeder while she is standing on the ground near by. I have observed him choosing some special seed and flying down to give it to his mate. The beauty of God’s plan for the husband as the provider of the home can be seen  in the birds. Time and time again, he flew to the feeder and dropped back down to the ground to give his mate the best he could find. (See picture above.)  She seemed content with his findings. I didn’t witness any ruffled feathers, nor frightful fits, because he didn’t bring just what she thought was the right seed. She, like Paul long ago, learned  contentment with such things that she was given (Philippians 4:13).

    Cardinals protect each other – The birds work together to build their homes. They work together in caring for each other and protecting their home. Let a predator enter their area, and the birds immediately become protective of their zone. Swooping down toward the predator at a high speed, the enemy soon leaves the area for their own protection.

    Cardinal female is keeper at home – The birds enjoy their love and the female sets about the task of nurturing the fertilized eggs to maturity. He keeps close watch from a limb nearby and is always ready to protect his mate. Husbands are  the protector of the home.

    Cardinals care for their young – When the baby cardinals hatch, they are kept warm underneath the loving wings of their parents. The birds protect their young. For their growth the father and mother birds search for small insects to feed their little ones. Soon the little birds down is replaced by feathers, and they outgrow their nest.

    Cardinals train their young – The day comes when the little bird hops onto the side of the nest and flutters his wings. One by one the mother and father bird  fly away from the nest to a nearby limb, setting the example and encouraging their little one to follow them. The training continues until the little bird flutters away. Just as the mother and father birds know their babies must be taught to fly, and to search for their own food, they go about the task of training them. God planned the same for us long ago when he said, “Train up a child in the way he should go and when he is old he will not depart from it” (Proverbs 22:1). Birds don’t forget their training. Again in Ephesians 6:4, fathers are to not provoke their children unto wrath but to bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord.

    Cardinals are patient with their young – If the little bird happens to fall to the ground, the parents don’t get upset and reprimand him strongly. Just as a parent will stop and pick up a child that has fallen, and set them on their course again, the birds fly down to the ground and keep flying back and forth showing their baby that he can fly just like them, if he will only try. Often they have to take the little bird food on the ground. The day comes when the little bird is successful and flies away to start his own life cycle.

    Cardinals live for only a year – According to research cardinals live only a year. Death comes to the birds as well as all living things on the earth. Consider the birds of the sky. God provides for them all year-long, even without our bird feeders. It is comforting to know that not one of them falls to the ground without our heavenly Father being aware of it (Matthew 10:29). The same is true with our Father’s deep love for us. He has promised to never leave us nor forsake us, and we can rest on that promise (Hebrews 13:5). Someone has said, “The old must die but the young do die.” Everything has a lifespan.

    Consider the birds of the sky and the lessons they can teach us. If our heavenly Father cares for the birds of the sky, how much greater is His love for us? With that knowledge we should mount up with wings like eagles (Isaiah 40:30-31).

     
    • Don Ruhl 4:34 pm on July 18, 2012 Permalink | Reply

      Looks like good sermon material. I may use it. Do you have the article in some kind of word processor file that you can send to me?

  • Glenda Williams 9:40 pm on December 2, 2011 Permalink | Reply  

    Lessons from the squirrels 

    Many know of my dealings with the squirrels in our yard. On my Facebook page is a picture album, with story, of our squirrels. Today I watched them flitting about in our yard and asked, “What lesson can we, as Christians, learn from the squirrels?” (More …)

     
    • Don Ruhl 10:18 pm on December 2, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      Glenda,

      That was excellent! I am going to preach it.

      If you have anymore nature observations with spiritual applications, please post them on the Fellowship Room, or at least pass them on to me!

      Don Ruhl

    • Richard Hill 7:36 am on December 3, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      I too, loved your post about squirrels. A woods bordered the edge of our property where I grew up. As a result we typically had a dozen or more squirrels in our backyard every day. You have obviously watched squirrels because all the things you said are very true to their nature.

      One more point struck me upon seeing the title of your blog was fleeing in the face of danger. Squirrels, unless they gradually become too comfortable with the dangers around them, will turn and run for safely as fast as their little legs will carry them. The same holds true for the wise Christian when their spiritual life is endangered by evil.

      Thanks again for posting this. Like Don I will be tucking this one away for a future presentation.

      • Glenda Williams 7:49 am on December 3, 2011 Permalink | Reply

        Excellent point, Richard, and so true. They are frightful little fellows.

        Yes, I have watched them a lot. We have a double window that our breakfast table bumps up against. We enjoy watching the squirrels as we eat. On occasion I have jumped up and run outside to shoo them away, but it is such a wasted effort. They soon return and will even bark at me from the tree. They are so cute but such a nuisance.

        Thanks.

    • Richard Hill 7:52 am on December 3, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      Now if we can just figure out how to make that point with a word that starts with “p.” : )

      • Glenda Williams 7:57 am on December 3, 2011 Permalink | Reply

        PANIC!!!! Paniky, is that a word?????

        • Richard Hill 8:09 am on December 3, 2011 Permalink

          Panic is great! It shows both and awareness and immediate response to danger.

        • Glenda Williams 8:52 am on December 3, 2011 Permalink

          Richard, a better word “percaution” or “proximity,” might be used. I think I like percaution best. Now take it and run with it!!!

  • Glenda Williams 11:06 pm on November 7, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    Children’s success may be because mama and daddy prayed. 

    The older our children become, the more we seem to pray for them and their children.

    There comes a time in life when a parent has to turn over the directing of their children’s lives totally to the Lord. (More …)

     
  • Glenda Williams 2:33 pm on November 1, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    One hundred pound weight lifted 

    Yesterday afternoon Harry Adkison, preacher at the Samson, AL church, was eating in Hall’s Oyster Bar, Geneva, when Mike Ezell, a local jeweler and long-time friend, came in and sat down beside him. Mike mentioned that he was glad to see Harry and  that he had wanted to talk to him about something a long time. (More …)

     
    • Mike Riley 9:26 pm on November 1, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      Wonderful news, Glenda! Along with the angels, we rejoice that Mike Ezell chose to obey his Lord in baptism. May the Lord richly bless him and his family for his decision.

  • Glenda Williams 11:07 pm on October 10, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    Opportunity at midnight 

    Saturday, a little after midnight, I went outside to get a book out of our van.  Our neighbor, that I seldom see, was outside watching her daughter and friends as they walked down the street. Her thirteen year old daughter was celebrating her birthday with a spend-the-night party. My neighbor spoke and asked that I meet her half-way, so she could tell me about her mother and her recent surgery for cancer. 

    As is often the case when people face a near-death experience, my neighbor confessed two different ways she has changed her own lifestyle for the better. She said she has stopped drinking and stopped cursing. I did not know she had those problems, but continued to listen. She related that when next month’s check comes, she is going to buy two Bibles, one for her and one for her teenage daughter. I praised her for her new lifestyle, and told her we would get each of them a Bible. She said she was looking for a church that would let her wear the clothes she has, and implied her clothes are not what she thought of as “church” clothes. I pointed to our church building and told her we would be glad to have her. She mentioned that she and her daughter were going to start studying the Bible. I told her about the Bible correspondence course we offer, and she showed interest. Tomorrow I plan to take the first lesson of the John Hurt course, and give each of them a copy to begin their study. The Bibles are to be here Wednesday. They will get them immediately when they arrive.

    God continues to answer my prayer that He will bless me with opportunities, help me to recognize them as such, and act upon them in a positive way for His glory. My heart overflows with gratitude, that even in the stillness of the night an opportunity was waiting outside our door.

     
    • Joy 1:55 am on October 11, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      Opportunities are frequently there, if only we will keep our eyes and ears open for them. Thanks for sharing this! You are a great encouragement.

    • J. Randal Matheny 4:22 am on October 11, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      Glenda, I pray the Lord will allow you to take advantage of this open door and bring this lady and her daughter to faith. So good to hear from you, as always, and especially with such news as this.

  • Glenda Williams 1:31 pm on September 1, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    Diane Grantham leads Bible study at nursing home 

    “She goes about doing good,” could easily be said about Diane Grantham, a member of the Geneva church.

    Residents at the local nursing home know and love Diane because she visits regularly. Always with a smile and a kind word, she does go about doing good. Often she will pick up some nice gift with a certain resident in mind. She gets great pleasure from making one of her beloved friends smile.

    Recently one of the patients at the Geneva Nursing Home suggested to Diane that she should teach a ladies Bible class at the home. With her positive attitude, and love of teaching, she took the necessary steps to secure a time slot on the monthly calendar. She was given one Monday night a month. Recently she taught her first class with a total of six in attendance.

    Diane taught the gospel to one of the female residents recently. Due to her size and being an amputee, she was baptized in a local swimming pool in her wheelchair. Diane’s love for the Lord is ever shining in all walks of her life. May her example encourage others to go and do likewise.

     
    • Joy 7:28 am on March 29, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      I have thought of having a Bible Study in our local nursing home. I teach 3rd and 4th grade Sunday School and would like to use that lesson if you think it would be appropriate. Perhaps a 30 minute time slot including some hymns before and after, and maybe even have popcorn or some small snack. Do you think this would be appropriate. Meet either weekly or monthly.

      • Glenda Williams 9:18 am on March 29, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        Hi Joy, How encouraging to read your thoughts. I certainly think you could use the 3rd and 4th grade material for a spin off, but you will have “hungry for the Word” adults who will be looking for adult lessons. You will know how to meet their needs, I’m certain. The songs before and after the lesson are a wonderful idea, and of course, a prayer. I’m thinking even prayer requests. Imagine what that would mean to them to have a personal prayer request fulfilled. The popcorn, or other food, I would not do at all. You never know about diabetics, choking, etc., etc., that you can get into in a situation like that. Nothing could be sweeter than personal contact, singing praises to the Lord, studying His word, and then personal interaction with them when the class is over. It makes me want to do it, too! Let me know how your plans go. God bless you in all you do for good.
        Glenda

  • Glenda Williams 9:28 am on July 5, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    An Encore Wedding 

    That’s a new one for me. My friend posted she was going to an encore wedding this morning. I asked, “Where did that come from? Oh, from Emily Post no less. She replied, “There’s a whole chapter on Encore weddings (remarriage) in the Emily Post Wedding etiquette, 5th Ed by Peggy Post, page 234. I thought that was very interesting. Never heard it called that before.”

    Encore weddings may be glamorized by etiquette professionals, but we better make sure they meet with God’s strict guidelines on remarriage! Death or fornication narrow the encore field.

     
  • Glenda Williams 7:50 am on June 26, 2011 Permalink | Reply  

    HELP! I’m drowning in prayer requests. 

    I believe in prayer. I know it works. I remember praying for specific things throughout life and God answering my prayers.

    It seems more people need prayer than ever. Many that I come in contact with will say to me before we part, “Remember me in prayer,” “Pray for me,” or the latest, “Pray for my daughter, that she’ll get that job, and pray for me. I’m always needing prayer. And remember to pray for my grandson; he needs prayers, too.” So many of these people I don’t know, but I will agree to remember them in prayer. At the same time I feel like I am drowning in prayer requests and can’t keep up! (More …)

     
    • Ron 8:01 am on June 26, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      I, too, can’t keep up with all the specific requests – but I try. Last evening i received a request; immediately I went to the Lord in prayer. Otherwise,as the day progresses, and I am able to remember, I say a prayer for the one who requested, or others things on my mind. The only regular appointed time I pray is in the evening. However, I pray many times through the day. Each Wednesday another elder and myself, 30 minutes before Bible class, come together and pray for those on our prayer list. . Do I pray without ceasing? I do; it is a life.

      • Glenda Williams 11:14 pm on June 30, 2011 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks Ron for your input.

    • robinb333 7:50 am on June 29, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      Hi Glenda…For me I always keep the person in my utmost mind. If it’s someone I do not know, I always ask for a first name and the reason for the pray if it’s something that’s not obvious. When I pray, I first ask God to forgive me of my sins, I ask for mercy for the person I’m praying for, depending on the reason for their prayer request, I ask God to either save them, heal them, give them strength or take away their pain. I ask for God to bind satans strongholds to remove the stumbling blocks. Then I praise God for everthing he has done and continues to do. I then end the prayer by stating, I ask these things through Jesus and in Christ Jesus name, amen. If I have 4 people to pray for, I follow the same but my wording may be different for each individual.

      • Glenda Williams 11:16 pm on June 30, 2011 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks Robin, your example is inspiring. Thanks for sharing.

    • Bron 9:15 pm on June 30, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      Randal, I make a fresh list every day, and pray for folks/situations as I go. At night, the last thing before I go to sleep, I pray again–having read over my list one more time before getting in bed.

      • Glenda Williams 11:22 pm on June 30, 2011 Permalink | Reply

        What a beautiful example of a prayer life. Thank you for sharing.

    • Bron 9:18 pm on June 30, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      Whoops! Addressed the wrong person; should have been directing my comments to Glenda. Sorry!

      • Glenda Williams 11:23 pm on June 30, 2011 Permalink | Reply

        No problem. Thanks for sharing.

  • Glenda Williams 12:05 pm on June 4, 2011 Permalink | Reply  

    Training children 

    Heard a quote this morning that really has sticking power. I wish I knew the author. Here it is:

    “If you train your children to fly like eagles, don’t be surprised when they do.”

     
    • Mike Riley 12:42 pm on June 4, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      Glenda, I think this quote is from one of those infamous “unknown” authors. I’ve search the Net and can’t find anything on it.

      • Glenda Williams 1:02 pm on June 4, 2011 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks Mike. I was so touched by the quote when a friend said it to me earlier today. We raised our children together in Andalusia, AL (where Ed Boggess’s son is now preaching at Cedar Grove) and they have all turned out beautifully….faithful Christians and workers in the church, and even their companions. We were talking about that, and she stated the quote in relation to our conversation. I remember when our daughter married and how they selected the congregation to worship with and got involved in teaching and he leading singing, and how I was really overwhelmed that they were doing just what we had hoped they would do. Wow! Powerful thoughts.

        • Mike Riley 6:36 am on June 6, 2011 Permalink

          For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he (Proverbs 23:7).

  • Glenda Williams 9:15 am on May 30, 2011 Permalink | Reply  

    Memorized scripture takes the edge off 

    Years ago I memorized John 1:1-5. Recently I spent three hours in a dental chair on two different occasions.

    I’ve never used gas for whatever it does, but only numbing, and on one occasion had front teeth filled without anything. I dared the dentist to hit a nerve! Not really. He didn’t hit a nerve, but I thought he charged more for not numbing me up. 

    Reciting John 1:1-5, and other scriptures, over and over as the dentist worked all those hours helped me relax.

     
    • Leah 2:50 pm on May 30, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      I’ve used them during panic attacks, esp when I’m driving. For one thing, just reciting them aloud makes me regulate my breathing, and the fact that I can say something tells me it’s panic, and not asthma–it’s hard to differentiate between the two. And the message–well, that goes without saying. I have to have 4 teeth pulled this fall…it creeps me out, but I’ll remember your post. Not so sure I’ll go without drugs, though, lol!

    • Glenda Williams 4:39 pm on May 30, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      Leah, if you are to have four teeth removed this fall, would you consider them putting you to sleep if they are removing them all at one time? I think I would, or have one removed at a time.

  • Glenda Williams 8:41 pm on April 12, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    Ladies meet for hour of prayer 

    The ladies of the Geneva church meet on Monday morning at 9:00 A.M. for an hour of prayer. The group began with two and increased to seven last week and nine in attendance this week. The group is growing in love for God, and each other, as they meet for Bible reading and pray for the less fortunate, the church and the country.

    Each week the group meets in a different home. The lady opening her home for the prayer group provides light refreshments which are  enjoyed after the hour, but only if she chooses to do so.

    “If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and heal their land” (2 Chronicles 7:14).

    Oh, for more Monday morning prayer groups!

     
  • Glenda Williams 7:52 am on March 31, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    The Flood of 1990 

    The little town of Elba, Alabama can only be gotten to by going downhill. It could be dammed up and make a wonderful fishing pond, complete with the antiquated courthouse for the fish to dwell. It was in that little town that we lived in 1990 when the famous flood came and changed our lives forever.

    We lived three blocks from the county courthouse. The rain was coming down in hard sheets and it woudn’t stop. I felt an uneasiness that I had never felt before that something bad was going to happen. We went to stay with mother on the outskirts of town. As the day ended and the night progressed we noticed streets were filling with water. There was no place for the water to go, so it started rising and our little town began filling up. The levee around the city was protecting the city from the higher water outside it, but the levee broke on the morning of March 17, 1990, and the bowl filled up. Inside the bowl of Elba was our house and two vehicles, and everything we treasured and thought we needed.

    No one lost their life in the flood. The memories are vivid still.

     
    • Richard Mansel 10:01 am on March 31, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      Good story, Glenda. I once tried out there in Elba and heard the stories and decided it wasn’t for me. At least the house and church were two stories. Sorry to hear you had to endure that flood.

      • Glenda Williams 7:38 pm on April 12, 2011 Permalink | Reply

        Richard, Bill and Bettye Beck lived in that house when it flooded in 1990. They lost all their pictures as well as other things.

        • Richard Mansel 7:57 pm on April 12, 2011 Permalink

          I knew they did and that was very sad day for them.

        • J. Randal Matheny 2:59 pm on April 14, 2011 Permalink

          I’m doing a test to see if I can comment from within the dashboard. If I can, that probably means the problem with commenting is coming from the theme …

  • Glenda Williams 9:01 pm on March 30, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    “I Will Talk to my Father” 

    I use “Father” when I address the Lord. A friend who works with Hospice, and whose husband is a denominational preacher, told me on one occasion that she prays, “Good morning, Daddy.” I imagine you won’t be able to forget it either.

     
  • Glenda Williams 4:26 am on March 26, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    Favorite Fast Food 

    My favorite fast food is a Captain D’s Supreme Fish sandwich.  Yummmmm-my! Give me one with a Diet Rite cola and I am good to go.

     
    • J. Randal Matheny 11:52 am on March 24, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      You just reminded me, Glenda: In the US, my favorite FF place is Long John Silver’s. Their fish with the vinegar malt is the best thing to me.

      • J. Randal Matheny 11:53 am on March 24, 2011 Permalink | Reply

        Malt vinegar, right? :-P

      • Glenda Williams 5:54 pm on March 24, 2011 Permalink | Reply

        I like that also, Randal. Porky Barn’s Bar-B-Que is located right down the street from our home. I bought a large fish sandwich from them one day. It had two nice real fish filets on it. I shared one with mother, and bought Doug a sandwich like ours. It was $2.98 the first day. The next day I went back to “do it adin,” as our Stephanie used to say. Two sandwiches the next day were $5.98 each! Hardee’s is good and less expensive.

    • Glenda Williams 5:55 pm on March 24, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      Malt vinegar is good too.

    • Chad Dollahite 2:39 pm on March 26, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      Oh, I forgot about Cap’n D’s…I’m a fan! Randal is right…soak it in malt vinegar, and that’s hard to beat!

  • Glenda Williams 4:22 am on March 26, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    Favorite Wall Hanging 

    My favorite wall hanging is a framed copy of the poem “Home” by Edgar A. Guest that he pinned in 1916. Our children gave it to me as a gift, having it decorated by hand and framed professionally. I had to memorize and quote the poem in high school fifty years ago. It remains my favorite poem.

     
  • Glenda Williams 8:03 am on March 23, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    One Baptized Yesterday 

    Carolyn Vickers was baptized into Christ yesterday afternoon at the Geneva church of Christ. Carolyn had studied with her husband in their home and was attending services of the church. At the time she requested baptism, they, along with Douglas Williams, were studying the second lesson in the 3-lesson Open Bible Study. Today they will complete the third lesson.  Lynn, Carolyn’s husband, baptized her. After the baptism they shared a quick kiss in the baptistery.

     
    • J. Randal Matheny 2:36 pm on March 23, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      Great new, Glenda. God bless Carolyn. Be sure to share it with Rick over on Baptism365.com.

  • Glenda Williams 7:54 am on March 23, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    Favorite shoe 

    Not long ago I had a terrible pain in my right heel. I could hardly walk on it. After a few days I went to see a podiatrist. He gave my pain a long name, longer than “heel spur,” a shot in the heel, and then a lecture. He said, “Women are ruining their feet with these hard-soled shoes.  You should have two pair of tennis shoes. On Monday, Wednesday and Friday, you should wear one pair, and Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, you should wear the other pair.  On Sunday, wear what you  like.”  He added that we need to get new shoes about every six months.

    My favorite shoe is the Hush Puppie Bounce tennis shoe. I walk with a “bounce in my step.”

     
  • Glenda Williams 9:48 am on March 21, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    Best Book for High School Students 

    If I could recommend one book that every young person should read, other than the Bible, it would be “Life on the Edge; A Young Adults Guide to a Meaningful Future” by Dr. James Dobson (1995). This book is specifically written for ages 16-26, which Dr. Dobson calls the “critical decade.”  My son discovered it when he was 26 years old and it has been his favorite book ever since.  A few years ago, my husband read a copy of it as well, not realizing how much it meant to our son. He was also very complimentary of the book.

    In the book Dobson covers a range of topics including how to find the person you will marry, choosing your life’s work, handling money, getting along with your parents, choosing a college and many others. The book is written in a warm, conversational style and would make an outstanding gift for graduation.

     
  • Glenda Williams 9:36 am on March 18, 2011 Permalink | Reply  

    How to Live 

    “Live so that when you are gone it will have mattered.” Betty Freezor

     
  • Glenda Williams 9:18 am on March 18, 2011 Permalink | Reply  

    A Tough Question 

    Jerry Davidson was studying the Bible with a family in Paramakatoi Village, Guyana, when the husband asked him this question: “If what you are saying is right, if what you’re teaching is true, then where have you people been and why are you just now coming to our village?”

     
    • jeff 8:53 pm on March 18, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      I would reply that is the gopsel has probably been preached there before and rejected.

  • Glenda Williams 10:30 pm on March 12, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    Appreciation shown in a big way 

    My high school classmate married and moved from our small town, and hasn’t returned in almost fifty years. We were separated for many years. One day her name was mentioned at work and I asked if they had her address. I contacted her. My friend told how she remembered our hometown, how she imagined certain flowers were blooming, and how she would like to come home from Michigan and see the azaleas. Her homesickness tore at my heartstrings. I decided if she couldn’t come that I would send our hometown, and all the beautiful flowers, to her by way of a homemade video.

    On a Saturday morning my husband and I rode out to the city welcome sign and we headed back into town. The radio was playing music that was popular when we were in high school. I videotaped the beauty of our town. We stopped at fellow classmates businesses and told them what we were doing. They talked to her through the camera as if she were there with us, even showing pictures of their children. We went and visited an aunt and uncle that she had not seen in years. They showed us family pictures, and their garden, and I kept the camera recording. Finally we went to our home and ended the video there. We packaged the video and mailed it to her.

    My friend called me soon expressing her appreciation for “the nicest thing anyone had ever done for her.” I was pleased that she was happy with it. She called later and said to be expecting a package from far away, and with instructions if there was any breakage I was to let her know. She would handle any problem from Michigan. I could not imagine what she was having shipped to me. Finally, the package arrived. Much to my surprise, she had ordered eight Waterford Crystal iced tea goblets from Ireland, to express her appreciation for the video. My best glasses up to that time had been tulip goblets from Walmart.

    My friend and I continue to stay in contact with each other. She and her husband moved to north Alabama a few years ago and we have enjoyed visiting in their home. Her expression of appreciation was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.

     
  • Glenda Williams 3:37 pm on March 11, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    Grandma’s treadle machine is at rest 

    Grandma Evie Lee Bryant had a treadle sewing machine, identical to the one pictured, to which I have fallen heir. She did sewing and alterations while peddling with both feet and guiding the fabric at the needle with her hands. Grandma enjoyed piecing and quilting  tops. She taught me to quilt on wood quilting frames that rested on four straight back chairs. Everyone learned fast Grandma didn’t like it when we bumped the quilting frame. A quilter could stick their finger or the frame might fall off the chair back.

    Grandpa sat on his yellow platform rocker and cut out quilt squares for Grandma when he wasn’t reading his Bible. More often than not, Grandpa, with his 6′ 4″ thin statue, sat with his legs crossed. The crossed foot easily touched the floor. Grandpa usually had an open Bible on his lap. If you caught him just right you could see a puff of smoke drifting up from the black pipe in his mouth. When things got quiet and still, Grandpa rested his nose between his right thumb and pointer finger, sliding it gently up and down his nose as he lulled himself to sleep while sitting on his chair.

    Grandma’s treadle sewing machine hasn’t been used in many years. It has a prominent place in our home. At the age of 11 years mother stood and sewed     clothes for her doll on the machine. That makes it priceless to me.  And the  time Grandma spent teaching me to quilt wasn’t wasted either.  Today I follow her tradition as I  quilt a top made from scraps that mother had saved.

    Paul told Titus 2:3-5…”the older women likewise, that they be reverent in behavior, not slanderers, not given to much wine, teachers of good things — that they  admonish the young women to love their husbands, to love their children, to be discrete, chaste, homemakers, good obedient to their own husbands, that the word    of God may not be blasphemed.”  True teaching which is needed today, but often     left forgotten.

     
    • Mike Riley 3:49 pm on March 11, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      Amen, Glenda! Great story of the fortitude of people who lived in a time where quality made a difference, including high moral standards.

      Like your grandmother, my grandmother had (an used) an old Singer sewing machine for many years. They are relics now, but still a great reminder of those folks who sacrificed their time, talents and energy in order to help others.

  • Glenda Williams 8:12 am on March 10, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    God Put a Rainbow in the Sky 

    The rainbow immediately comes to my mind when thinking about today’s nudge. In 1990 we were flooded in the small town of Elba, AL. As we stood on the hill behind mother’s house and watched the raging water rising, I kept asking myself where was the next highest hill and could we get to it. It was then that I thought of the rainbow that God put in the sky and it gave me peace in the mighty turmoil.

     
  • Glenda Williams 7:46 pm on March 9, 2011 Permalink | Reply  

    The Things that She Loved and Held Dear to Her Heart 

    “The things that I love and hold dear to my heart are just borrowed, they’re not mine at all,” the song by Dottie Rambo states. I had tears as I was cleaning out mother’s closet this morning and came across things that she loved and held dear to her heart through the years. I found mother’s purse tucked away neatly in the back of her closet. It was just as she used it over seven years ago when the suffered a stroke and life for her changed forever. I sat down to look in the purse. A woman’s purse can say a lot about her.

    Along with the usual wrinkled tissue, I found a card for the grocery store. In the purse was her wallet. Part of the latch had broken and she had tied it together with red string. Looking in the wallet I found no credit card, because Mama never owned one. She paid as she went, by cash or by check. I found an identification card. No driver’s license, because Mama never learned to drive. I found the pictures she had cherished that were current and up-to-date when she put them in the plastic sleeves for safe-keeping. One by one I flipped through the pictures as they took me back in time. Those grandchildren are grown and married now with children and grandchildren of their own. She has carried them close to her heart for many years. (More …)

     
    • J. Randal Matheny 12:39 pm on March 10, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      Glenda, a beautiful story. We’ve shared it around and it’s been the most popular post since yesterday.

      • Glenda Williams 4:13 pm on March 10, 2011 Permalink | Reply

        How humbling is that? I questioned as to whether I should post something so personal. Thanks for sharing with me. You have made my day.

        Glenda

        • J. Randal Matheny 7:58 pm on March 10, 2011 Permalink

          It’s the personal that resonates with others. Your story has blown our stats out of the water. :)

  • Glenda Williams 11:41 pm on March 8, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    On the shelf of an antique center table we have an antique child’s chamber, or potty. We found it recently in DeFuniak Springs, FL. It has a handle and reminded me of the one I had when I was about three years old. During the holidays our daughter spotted it from the nearby recliner where she was relaxing, and asked, “Where did you get this nice bowl?” I smile again.

     
  • Glenda Williams 5:10 pm on March 7, 2011 Permalink | Reply  

    Personal letter to my friends 

    Hi Everyone,

    I am sending this letter to all my Christian friends on email. As most of you know we have been keeping mother seven years in our home. She will be 100 in June. Mother and I don’t get to worship regularly, as we would like, because of one thing or another with her. I’m thankful for the opportunity of taking care of her at this time in her life.

    Recently I purchased a laptop computer to watch Gospel Broadcasting Network on our television. The cable company we use does not carry the programming, but with the laptop I am able to watch it 24/7 if I choose to do so. Today I had it on most of the day and have heard some of the most wonderful sermons, have seen and heard beautiful music and scenery and learned a lot. If you have never seen this television station, which is funded by members of the churches of Christ, please check it out at http://www.gbntv.org. Click on the button to watch it live online. Our television serves as a monitor by hooking an HDMI cable from the computer to the TV. You can also learn more about the station and work by researching it on that same address.

    Being able to watch GBNTV has been such a blessing to us. Mother sits and watches and it surely fills a need for me. Douglas and I support this effort monthly, so I feel comfortable asking you to consider helping them continue the good work they are doing. It would be wonderful if our churches would put GBN’s preaching of the gospel 24 hours a day in their budgets. It would be wonderful if more individual Chrisians would support it.

    Today after Douglas came home from worship he saw and heard brother Garland Elkins preach. Brother Elkins baptized Douglas in Tennessee when he was a young boy. Doug was thrilled to sit and hear him again.

    I learned of brother Carl Sims of Manchester, TN on GBNTV. We invited him to come to Geneva and teach us how to use the Three-Lesson Open Bible Study that he uses to teach and baptize many each year. We have been using it since he came and have taught more than ever before. Can you imagine having 39 baptisms in a year?

    GBNTV is a wonderful place to learn and hear preachers to invite for gospel meetings. I’m impressed with Barry Grider of the Germantown church in Germantown, TN., as an example of one I favor right now, and there are countless others. It is so encouraging and refreshing to see young gospel preachers taking time to prepare and record their programs for this network. I just can’t say enough good about it.

    As you can tell, this is something very close to my heart. I want to do all I can to see that this station is a success. They don’t know I am doing this…well, really, they don’t even know me, but that doesn’t matter. I have a very selfish reason for writing this letter as explained in my second paragraph.

    Would you be so kind as to help in this effort? I have thrown the ball (opportunity) to you. The ball is in your court. What will YOU do with it? Let’s go for a home run, won’t you?

    God bless you in all you do for good,

    Glenda Williams (Mrs. Douglas M., Sr.)

    NOTE: This letter was written on Sunday and emailed on Monday. With Randal’s encouragement I am posting it here. Thanks to all.

     
    • Chad Dollahite 10:24 am on March 8, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      Amen, Glenda! GBN is a great work, indeed, and it is long overdue in the Lord’s church…may God bless it richly, and may we as brethren support it well!

  • Glenda Williams 8:36 am on March 6, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    Generic Christian? 

    Yesterday my husband was studying with someone who said he considered himself  a “generic Christian.” He can worship anywhere, it doesn’t matter, yet he hates denominations because they cause division. He can worship with instrumental music, or without, it doesn’t matter to him. He can take the Lord’s Supper each Sunday, quarterly, yearly. It doesn’t matter to him. He thinks the New Testament is not a blueprint for us to follow. Just as the Ten Commandments were not ten suggestions, the New Testament is not a list of suggestions, but rather a pattern for us to follow.

    Webster defines generic as “general, not specific.” Generic medicine is usually less expensive than regular, or name brand medicine. It is a substitute for the original medicine. Generic food is no brand name food. Generic churches are no name churches. Their signs are no name brand signs. The Community churches, the Crossroad churches, the Meeting Places, etc., without further identification, are  generic names. You see their name and ask, “What kind of church is that?” You can’t find by their name what they teach and what they believe. They are generic churches.

    Generics quality are questioned as being as good as the original. They are less expensive. Those who support generics will say they are just as good, but they are missing some qualities of the original product.

    Is that what we are coming to with all the changes taking place in the church? Are we becoming generic Christians? Just so we love each other, accept Jesus Christ, don’t stick to a set of rigid rules, have no disagreements, anything goes as long as it attracts people. What is taught or practiced does not matter. Is the Bible no longer our authority for a thus saith the Lord? What is our standard? Where and on what do we stand? Are love and belief in Jesus enough?

    Are we a Christian, or a substitute Christian? Are we the real thing or generic? Joshua said in the long ago, “As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord” (Joshua 24:15). To me that means following after the pattern in the New Testament, not adding to nor taking from it. That is the pattern by which we will be judged (John 12:48). That is not generic.

     
    • Linda Sartain 8:54 am on March 6, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      Outstanding article! Thank you for writing this because so many need to give serious thought to this current trend. I was not familiar with the term generic Christian. When I heard it I thought, yes, that describes the watered down version of those we see who profess “love only” actions. The Lord did stress love as the greatest commandment, but he also said to keep my commandments.

    • Mike Riley 9:03 am on March 6, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      Glenda, thank you for the good article, as it makes us think. Along similar thoughts, I wrote about what a true Christian is: http://mbriley.preachersfiles.com/2007/10/27/are-we-a-true-christian/

      Can God designate us a “true” Christian? Something to also think about.

  • Glenda Williams 11:02 am on February 15, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    Writing about armadillos 

    I usually have a notebook, spiral or loose leaf, to write notes on. I prefer to type but usually find myself with pen in hand taking notes on paper or, as last Sunday morning, in my Bible.  As I type this morning I have a burning question in my mind. Have any of you ever eaten armadillo?

    As a member of Weight Watchers I have learned about power foods they encourage us to eat. They power us up and make us full longer. Armadillo is a power food. Right now I am not interested in tasting armadillo but very interested in knowing more about it from those in the know. How does it taste? How is it cooked? What area of the country is it eaten?

    Armadillos have not been in Alabama many years. I remember Daddy hating the way they dug holes in the yard at night. I wonder if he knew they were edible?  The Bible says “For every creature of God is good, and nothing to be refused, if it be received with thanksgiving” (I Tim. 4:5).

     
  • Glenda Williams 1:28 pm on February 14, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    What if on every pulpit there was a small sign that read, “Tell me the story of Jesus”?

    I wish that preachers would preach when they get up to the pulpit. That is valuable time when the Word is to be taught. Announcements that were not given to the person making announcements, jokes, frivolous talk, and recaps of a television program seen the night before, seem to me such a waste of valuable time.  I have been to worship God when the speaker would spend as much as ten minutes talking about such things before ever beginning his sermon.

    Tell me the story of Jesus. Write on my heart every word. Tell me the story most precious, sweetest that ever was heard.

     
    • John Henson 2:03 pm on February 14, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      You are so right, Glenda. Some use the time to hone their stand-up routine.

  • Glenda Williams 9:05 pm on February 8, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    Prayer for talent increase 

    I prayed and asked God to increase my artistic talent and He did! As a single girl I saw a picture of a sermon chart in the back of a New Testament and decided to paint it on a bed sheet. “The State of Man” was the name of the chart. I went to the dime store and bought stencils to outline the letters, and bought magic markers in the colors I needed. With parents who encouraged me, I set about painting my first chart on a kitchen table.

    My brother is an artist and a sign painter by trade. He saw the stencil outlines and told me I could do it freehand, gave me pointers, and encouraged me to try it. I called brother Steve Hudgins to ask what kind of paint and brushes he used. He gladly shared his knowledge with me. I asked God to bless me with the ability to paint the charts freehand, and in time He did. I then started praying for speed in painting charts. I didn’t want to spend several days painting one chart. Later I painted one in a few hours.

    Prayers and talents have played an important part in my life.

     
    • Stanley Adams 7:19 am on February 9, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      I am so glad that you are continuing the old art of chart painting. Preachers can still preach great sermons from them without the use of video projectors. But as you found out, it takes time. Maybe you can master 5 to 10 of them and then sell them through the Advocate or regional papers that serve your area, Christian Chronicle goes beyond the nations borders. Here is a nudge to use your talents in teaching the word!

    • Barbara Ann Oliver 9:59 am on February 9, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      Wow! I didn’t know you were so multi-talented! God bless.

    • Tim Hester 6:40 am on February 5, 2012 Permalink | Reply

      Sis. Williams, I am glad to see someone keeping up the old tradition of preaching chart sermons painted on a bed sheet. I grew up listening to my dad preach the bed sheet charts. I have been fortunate to inherit some of my wife’s grandfathers. I have a few in mind I would like to get painted for myself. If you would be interested I would appreciate your e-mailing me and I would send you the pdf file I one to look at.

      Thank you for this great work.

  • Glenda Williams 12:30 pm on January 26, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    Sitting at table with family and friends 

    The daily nudge reminded me of having the children and family home during the Christmas holidays. Sitting around the table laden with food always brings me great joy, especially when sharing it with loved ones and friends. Conversation abounds when everyone is happy and being fed. Some of our greatest laughs have taken place around the table. (More …)

     
  • Glenda Williams 10:18 pm on January 2, 2011 Permalink | Reply  

    Gifts to give the Lord 

    John Henson’s post asking what gifts we can give the church reminded me of a chart lesson I created in December 2009.  Teachable Charts can be found in an album on my Facebook page.

     
  • Glenda Williams 1:45 pm on December 5, 2010 Permalink | Reply
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    The greatest gift daddy ever gave mother. 

    ‘Tis the season to be jolly and a beautiful season it is. It is the season of gift-giving. My thoughts go back through the years to the gift that Daddy gave mother unknowingly.

    I was the youngest of three children. Being seven years younger than my youngest brother gave me time at home as if I were an only child. My daddy had a problem with drinking and wasn’t interested in spiritual things, or at least as far as I could tell. But mother kept the home fires burning and taught us the Bible way.

    Mother didn’t drive. She promised me when I turned sixteen and got my driver’s license she would buy us a car and I could drive us to church, as she called it. We looked forward to that time. I passed the test the first time and got my license. Mother kept her promise and bought us a 1956 Chevrolet that was turquoise and white. Mother and I started going to worship. Mother was re-baptized to make sure of her baptism. At the age of eleven she had given in to a group of friends who begged her to come on and be baptized with them. Daddy wasn’t interested in going to church with us, but then Daddy got sick.

    Daddy was hospitalized for several days and I had an idea. I made an appointment to talk with his doctor. After being seated in front of Dr. Cooper’s desk, I told him who I was and that my Daddy was his patient in the hospital. He nodded his head. I said, “Dr. Cooper, I wouldn’t ask you to lie for anything in the world. My daddy has drunk all my life, and if you could tell him something that would scare him into quitting his drinking, you would make our house a home.” I don’t recall Dr. Cooper doing any more than listening, but I left there with a hopeful heart.

    Later in the week daddy was dismissed from the hospital. Before I left for work one morning he commented that he had wanted to talk to “that little preacher” but never got to. Raymond Elliott, preacher at the local church, had visited Daddy regularly in the hospital. Raymond called me at work that morning to see how daddy was doing. He came to visit him that afternoon. As the three of us sat in the living room visiting, I was afraid to mention what Daddy had said that morning, but I did it anyway. I asked daddy if he didn’t say he wanted to talk to the preacher. He said that he did. My heart was in my throat. I knew better than to make my daddy mad. Raymond ushered me out of the room immediately and closed the door so they could talk privately.

    The next Sunday was a beautiful day. Douglas was visiting me from Alabama Christian College and Daddy asked if he could go to church with us. He and mother sat toward the back in the middle section of the building. Doug and I sat nearer the front. My heart was overflowing with joy and I know mother’s was also. During the invitation song I noticed movement to my left. I can still see my daddy walking down the aisle toward brother Elliott. He confessed having lived in sin for 30 years. I had lived 20 of those years with him.

    Daddy gave God his heart that Sunday morning, confessed his sins and laid his drinking, smoking and cursing down that day. He gave mother the best gift he could have ever given her. Daddy later became a deacon in the church and couldn’t understand why anyone would ever want to drink. Daddy and mother attended the services of the church every time the doors were open and they were physically able to go. He loved dressing in the suits mother bought him, and wore them all day on Sunday. Mother wanted him to change his clothes and not get them dirty. Daddy died a faithful Christian at the age of 78 years. Mother looks forward to seeing him again one day.

    The gift daddy gave mother was priceless and is treasured still.

     
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