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May 23, 2007

Today’s Announcements

 VERY SPECIAL PRAYER REQUESTS

One of the ladies in our Sunday school class asked that we pray for her seventeen year old granddaughter.  This young girl, I don’t recall what Debbie said her name was, spit on her grandmother and bit her on the arm.  She has a habit of being suspended from school and was recently suspended.

Also keep me in your prayers.  I see the surgeon today about my hip.   I saw the spine Doctor the 18^th and he said it was all coming from my hip.   The Doctor that replaced my hip in 2004 put in the wrong prostheses.   Now I am paying for it.  It is difficult to walk sometimes and I have to get out of bed because of the pain in my right leg and the cramps.  If I have to go under the knife again this will be my fifth time since January a year ago.  I am tired of being cut on, but I can’t take this constant pain.

Also remember John Dillon, stage 4 cancer and Larry Snaufer who has heart problems.

Thank you,

Janice

May 22, 2007

Dear Prayer Warriors

I have an interview tomorrow (Wednesday 5/23/07) for and Office Manager/Bookkeeper

Position for a roofing company.

Please keep me in your prayers, this job sounds interesting with diverse tasks

during the business day and not far from home.

I thank each one of you for your prayers for my financial future.

Love to all,

Barbara

Today’s Stories

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Living With Ghosts Part IV

Ina Townsend Young

Mrs. Greer continued to steal our stuff and move our stuff and basically let her presence be known for many years.  She was seen on one more memorable occasion, though.

It was a warm summer's evening and my boyfriend and I had walked down to the corner store.  We'd left my house unlocked as we were only going to be gone for a short while.  We were about a block from the house on our return trip when we heard a dog putting up quite a fuss.  As we got closer, I was able to identify it as my dog.  It sounded like someone was pulling his leg off while sawing at his tailbone.  I'd never heard a sound like that come from any animal.  My heart started pounding.  I thought maybe there was an intruder since we'd left it unlocked.

We got to within visual distance of my house and I could see my Cosby in the window by the stairs in the living room.  He was looking toward the middle of the room and visibly shaking.  He continued to make that godawful noise.  My boyfriend and I followed his gaze to the bay window in the living room.  We both saw a figure walk into view of the window, bend over to do something, then vanish. 

I was shaking.  Having difficulty breathing.  "There's someone in my house."

"There sure the hell is," was the only thing my boyfriend could manage to squeak out. 

We formulated a game plan.  He'd go in the back door, I'd go in the front.  We'd catch whoever was in there.  We were too close to the house for him to have been able to escape.  Somehow, someone knew that my daughter had paid me back on a loan that day  and I'd foolishly left about $2000 cash in my purse to take to the bank the next day.  And I had 2 tennis bracelets sitting on my dining room table.  What a fool I was for leaving the house unlocked!  What was I thinking?

So, I went in the front and he went in the back.  We met in the dining room.  No one was there.  We searched the house, high and low.  Every cupboard, closet, floor.  Nothing.  No one.  Cosby had settled down but was still shaking.  He followed me from nook to cranny as I searched my home.  My money was still in my purse.  My tennis bracelets still sat on the dining room table. 

That's when we knew.  It was Mrs. Greer, again.  Because, you see, there was a loveseat in that bay window where the intruder was seen.  No one could have been standing there.  They would have had to have walked right through that couch to be seen where we saw him.

I started thinking about how the house was set up on my first tour through, prior to purchase.  I remembered a TV set in the bay window.  The kind you would have had to walk up to and bend over to change the channel or turn it off.  That's where the Greer's had their TV.  Yuppers.  They sure did.  And maybe a Greer ghost needed to change the station from Ed Sullivan to Bonanza. 

Things started to slow down with Mrs. Greer around that time.  A few signs of her presence were still found for a short time, then she just sort of left us.  At least I thought that's what happened. 

Then one day recently, my daughter Kristin called me.  She's now 27 and living in a house just a few doors down.  She wanted to know if I thought ghosts moved. You see, she's living with a young man that none of us are quite crazy about.  And it seems that certain gifts he's given to her little boy have vanished.  Things that would be too big to misplace.  It just reminded me so much of how Mrs. Greer would let her dislike of the men I was seeing be known in just such a manner.  I started thinking about how I'd also read that ghosts could be attached to a piece of furniture instead of a house.  People could actually bring a ghost into their home in this way.  I started thinking about that antique bedroom furniture that I'd used for so many years.  The set that I'd inherited from the kid's great-grandmother when she went into a nursing home.  The great-grandmother who had died about the time Mrs. Greer had made her first appearance to us.  The furniture that I'd given to Kristin when she moved into her new home.  Maybe it was never Mrs. Greer, after all.  Maybe it was great-grandma.  We may never know, but now she's Kristin's to deal with.

You'd think my story would end here, wouldn't you?  Not a chance.  Part 5, coming up.

Ina Townsend Young

mimisuzy127@yahoo.com

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 Churches: Part 2

Bill Walker

missourisage@yahoo.com

Maybe I should say churches and church music.  I guess you might say I am a old boy that likes good old fashion church music.  The old songs,, or hymns.  Did you get the hims?  Wrong word, but a sounds alike word. Hymns may be the word I am looking for. A smart local Dollie name of Betty, told me I got the wrong word. Anyways got to get my joke of the story out of the way. OK so the story may be a joke also.

Seems this little church was in need of a new roof, so the preacher said who ever shells out the most to help fix roof, would be allowed to pick out three hymns.  Well wouldn't you know it would be sister Brown.  Now sister Brown was a little lady of 39 and holding, long holding that is, and never been married. Sister Brown was well known to have quite a bank account.  So sister Brown opened the vault door and paid for the new roof,, she wanted to be the one to do the picking.  She won the prize,, and walked up front, to give the hymns page numbers to the pastor.  She stops and looks around. Smiles and says.. I will take him,, him, and him.

Well I am playing some of the music I like. Old fashion Gospel, by the Statler brothers. Let me take you through some of the songs.. Now I think each Gospel song is a sermon in itself.

Church In The Wildwood.  Now let me tell you my take on this.  This would be a little church in the valley, just a small country church.  It served a small group of people that lived there abouts. Nothing fancy, just a small church, maybe just making ends meet once in a while.  There would be a grave yard for members that has passed on. Again nothing fancy, just a nice country church cemetery, kept up by the members with loving care.  On a Sunday, the church people comes for the day, bring a basket of food.  The service is over at about noon. If the weather is nice, the crowd goes out to church yard, the ladies break out the dinners,, and all dine.. If the weather is bad,, well dinner is served in the little church..  All set around and visit,, then church will crank up for a spell.  Now that was a old fashion country church.

He Walks With Me. Yes the song tells it.. He does walk with me, and you, that is if we will let him. I remember a lady, long gone, she said she wondered if that was true.  Maybe she never really thought.  But yes he does, he will walk along with you. all you got to do is ask.  It is like may I have this dance. Ask. You see he would like to be asked for the walk.  You can talk, he will hear.  Yes he will answer you also.  You see you may say talk to me.  There may be a song bird singing in the tree. You may say touch me, a butterfly will land on your shoulder.  There is many ways he will talk to you, and touch you.  Then there is that small voice,, all you have to do is just walk, and talk, you will get your answer. Look at all that God has made for you to enjoy.

How Great thou Art.  Yes indeed, how great our God is. Nothing happens that he can't do, or fix. Again it is talk to him, he will fix or repair in his time,, but it will be done. If we didn't break things,, there wouldn't be the need of much repair or fix.  But on the other hand,, when you get down to it. We need him to do the fix and repair.  Just like a child with a toy that needs a fix,, take it to dear dad.  Dad gets to be a person a child needs.. We need our Heavenly father to do the fix or repair. 

Yes my friends each old fashion Gospel is a sermon, just  play that one again, set and think what the words says to you.

Now then give me that little country church.   You can have your big fancy churches.  Jesus does visit the small ones also.  Most has a place right out front for him to park his donkey.

Tinker and Poo; The Boys Write

http://www.iuniverse

Poetry Corner

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 Carol:

Hi, it's good to see Storytime Tapestry back in my mailbox, I have certainly missed reading all of the extraordinary talent and the inspiring stories.

I wanted to send you a poem I recently wrote Carol, I write a lot of patriotic style poetry. We just recently lost another one of our local young men to the war in Iraq, His name was Cpl. Dustin Lee he was killed in action just a couple of weeks ago. I wrote the following poem in his honor, it has been given to his family already. I just wanted to send it to you Carol for you to consider it for storytime's poetry section. I hope you enjoy it.

Thank you so much!

Sincerely,

J. Lewis Dean

JLewisDean@aol.com

I Believe
J. Lewis Dean

I believe in many things, like the sun
even when it doesn't shine.
I know it's up there, lighting the way
for all of mankind.

I believe in love though it's fragile,
and often seldom shown.
I know it exists, because it I have
known.

I believe in peace, although it seems
so very far away.
I believe in war, because it's taking
place everyday.

I believe in God, even when I cannot
hear Him speak, I always feel Him
near.
Though war and death is all around
us now, I can even feel Him here.

I believe in the Olive branch and the
dove.
I believe in all of God's angels, from
the Heaven's above.

So though you will weep for me as
I am gone.
Remember that you raised me well, to
believe and to trust in God above,
remember the happy times and the
memories, that shall forever live on.

Yes I believe in God, even when I
cannot hear Him speak, so as I pass
from this life from this wound, I do so
without fear.
Because with a teardrop in His eye,
God is kneeling beside me here.

In honor of Cpl. Dustin Lee
United States Marine
Killed In Action Iraq
April 2007
 

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