MY Euroclydon

    The month was September, the year was 2000, The beginning of my storm. The winds came out of nowhere and literally shook me from my standing. My ship was tossed as the winds began to throw it to and fro. My ship was suddenly and without notice, attacked by a rogue wave. I was swept overboard and began to drown. In a feeble attempt to survive, I latched onto a piece of floating debris and trying to make it back to the ship, not realizing what exactly I was doing. I fought the storm and the waves lapping over me as a predator would its meal. When all my strength was gone and I could not see, nor could I think of what to do, I gave up and quit fighting the storm. I gave myself over to the storm with full submission.

     How long I was floating out at sea, I am really not sure. I know it was a long time, too long for most people. I faced many dangers, as lack of water, food, and predators of the sea. I floated  for a long, long time. As I awoke one morning to the sound of a nearby ship, I tried to call out for help.

      I began to scream but there was no sound coming out. I cried, but yet there were no tears available. My body was riddled with pain, my spirits were completely broke, and I cherished the thought of a soon coming death. I drifted in and out of consciousness, but as I fell asleep late into the night, I knew tomorrow would be the end of my miserable existence.

     Much to my surprise, I awoke on the beach with sand in my mouth and water gently lapping at my feet, I heard birds singing  as I began to focus on my surroundings. I realized I was at a place of salvation. It was not civilization with a Hotel and room-service, nor had it a Bistro on the corner, but there was vegetation, and with that; food. As I pulled my self together, I began to search out and find something to eat. It was not my first choice, and it was kind of bland with very little nutritional value, but I did receive something I had not felt in a while, and that was strength. I felt strength in my body once again.

      I began to compile the necessary things for survival and that was food, shelter, and make-shift clothing.

     I began to build a lean-to. I built a fire for warmth and protection from the elements and I began to feel at my self, once again. A little time went by and I began to call this place home. As I said earlier, it was NOT my first choice but considering I hadn’t many options, I began to accept my fate.

     Then one day as I was going thru my daily activities, trivial as they were, I noticed on the horizon, a ship. I began frantically signaling the ship, but to no avail. I decided right then and there, I had a mission in mind, I was going home, and preparation was necessary in order to do so. I searched the area for much wood in order to build a signal fire. I toiled day and night with only one thought in mind; I’m going home!

     Many days went by and I had much in the way of wood for a signal fire. Then one day, it happened,

   I woke to the sound of a ship in the distance. I quickly ran to where I had my signal fire prepared, but as I made my way to the point, it began to rain, yet once again. Not only did it rain, but it came a down pour. The next few days I experienced, what I felt, was a monsoon. Rain was night and day and day and night.

     Then just as it started, it ceased. The sun came out, the birds began to sing, and the warm sunshine felt so invigorating on my face. I spent the next day or so recovering from yet another storm as I began to clean up the miscellaneous trash that had floated up on my beach home property.

     I went to check on the wood I had prepared for the signal fire and it was scattered and waterlogged. I gathered it up and laid it out so it so it would dry out properly. Then I could reposition it, yet once again, for a signal fire.

     Then from out of know where, it happened. I saw a giant ship closing in on my location. What is this, I thought, an illusion? a twisted scheme of the mind? This ship was heading in my direction and a small craft was being lowered down to the water and it was heading in my direction. I didn’t even have to light my fire. These wonderful people came from nowhere and seemingly looking for ME!

     I was taken aboard the rescue ship and given proper medical care. I was nourished back to health and then it hit me. I began to sob uncontrollably. Waves of realization came washing over me and I fell down right there with my head in my hand for what must have been 20 minutes. The magnitude of understanding that I was truly saved. I didn’t die in the storm, I didn’t die in the sea, I didn’t die on the island, I didn’t die from solitude.

     Now its 6 years later and what am I doing? I am back out on the sea every day doing what I can. I am a rescue ranger. I now serve my life in hopes of saving others who have been swept away in the middle of their storm.

  This is not story to be taken literally, but one of a spiritual nature. I once went thru a storm for which I was swept away and honestly didn’t know that I would be able to return. I faced many things along the way that almost cost me my life, but then there was a rescue ship looking for me and I was brought back to shore. For the deed that was done, I knew I owed my life to the One who rescued me, and now I serve him the best way I can…… Rescuing others from a similar fate.

Thoughts [red book 2010]

What is a Professor of Practicality?

Lord, please help me to never even attempt to justify my actions, but always look for rebuke when I am wrong and truth above life itself.
- JW 7.20.10
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Public Perception will inevitably become accepted reality
- JW 7.26.10
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The Better you know your enemy, the better enabled you will be able to defeat him.
The better you know your product, the better salesman you will be
The better you know your fellow man, the better equipped you will be to help him be saved
-JW 8.19.10
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Guardrails in life are there to keep you from peril.
Guard rails in the spiritual realm are designed by God to keep you from Hell.
- JW 8.19.10
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Salvation is a process,
NOT a place for contentment!
-JW 10.5.10
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Don't confuse humility and meekness with weakness and femininity
-JW 10.8.10
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Justification is in the mind of the speaker
We can justify anything we desire, anything WE feel is ok.
We can condemn anything we don't like and we can find scripture for it EITHER WAY!
-JW 10.8.10
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Your worst day WITH God
is still better than
Your best day WITHOUT God
- JW 10.28.10
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Beauty-
What is it?
How do you measure it?
Who is the Judge?
- jw 10.28.10
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Why is it that the beginning of wisdom is the beginning of sorrow?
The more you know, the more you see, the more that you realize how important it is to live a holy and righteous life. The burden of sorrow grows when you know truth and what it takes to be saved. The burden of sorrow grows when you watch your family and friends around you that are dying lost and going to a devils hell.
- JW 10.25.10
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"Presentation"
How you present something, determines how someone will recieve it!
- JW 10.31.10
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MY THOUGHTS [April 2011]

Thoughts In My Head:

4.14.11

Mark chapter 6: 17-27 King Herod was favorable toward John but yet when he was finagled out of a promise, he felt obligated to pay it. As I was reading this, I thought of the old saying. “Loyalty Above All Else Except Dishonor”…This would have applied, but due to his promise and his feeling it was more obligatory to pay it than what he KNEW was right, he gave into his desire for peoples outlook on him instead of his own feelings of honor.

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4.15.11

An immigrant man walked into a car dealership and wished to buy a car but his English was not so good. He struggled in his conversation with the salesman. When the salesman asked some buying questions, the elderly man simply said “neo.” The salesman just thought he could keep working on him and he would say yes. After 45 minutes the elderly man had said neo 8 different times. Finally, out of frustration, he reached for a pen and paper and wrote K~N~O~W. The elderly immigrant man wasn’t saying  he didn’t want the vehicle, he was saying he wanted more information to make a buying decision.

   Many times when we are talking to someone, we think they are saying NO to our point of view, when what they are trying to tell us is KNOW, please explain in a little better detail why I should believe your way of thinking.

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“When Good Just Aint GOOD Enough”

     I have heard the word good used in many different  ways in my life. Many people have tried to match me up with women who were good (then they said with hesitation) but, well, they were a little different. They were “cute” but the tone of their voice told a different story. This one is good. She goes to church on occasion but maybe you can change that. This one is good, she doesn’t believe “quite” like we do but maybe you can talk to her. She is a good one but she just needs a little help.

     Then people are always talking of other people who are their friends who they don’t want to confront with doctrinal differences so they just say they are good people. Others have family that don’t live what is expected or maybe closely resembling holiness. They shun the thought of their family not making it to Heaven so they speak of them being Good and they “feel like they are ok. With all these different scenarios, they ALL lack the conviction when telling their stories to be believed, why? Because they truthfully don’t believe it themselves but yet they feel obligated to say kind words.

     Speaking kind words is one thing but believing these people are more than that is simply a lie! God help us not to believe the lies we try to tell ourselves. If we are not careful, we will be caught up WITH them in their “not-so-holy” living and become one of those GOOD people. Acquaintance is one thing but fellowship is a totally different ball game.

     “Knife is edged by stone, steel is tempered by fire, and man is sharpened by man… If you want to be strong you have to keep strong company”

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Many are called, FEW are chosen -

What is it that makes a man chosen? Why some, and not others? Many of the ones you look at in the bible were sinners who did many bad things but God CHOSE them and then they went about doing many good things. Look at some of the others who didn’t do such bad things and yet they were left alone… why? Was it their desire deep down to truly strive for greatness for others and not self? Was it their desire deeply seeded to live out their lives (although temporarily sinful) for their soon coming king? What makes a man “chosen”

    Oh Lord, help us not to be just another Christian. Or just another witness. Help us to wish not for earthly fame, fortune, or recognition. Our name in lights we shall never glee. But a strong hand of God is the life to see.

     We all leave behind a legacy for the next to follow and study. When people look back on our life,  pray that a people, without number, will know who we are. Let it not be for recognition of the man. Oh LORD, let it never be for the recognition of the container,… but always, always  for the contents in which we share!

- JW 7.26.11

MY THOUGHTS:

^{A Real Mother [July 2011]}

^{1Ki 3:16} Then came there two women, that were harlots, unto the king, and stood before him. And the one woman said, O my lord, I and this woman dwell in one house; and I was delivered of a child with her in the house. 

   And it came to pass the third day after that I was delivered, that this woman was delivered also: and we were together; there was no stranger with us in the house, save we two in the house. 

     And this woman's child died in the night; because she overlaid it. And she arose at midnight, and took my son from beside me, while thine handmaid slept, and laid it in her bosom, and laid her dead child in my bosom. 

     And when I rose in the morning to give my child suck, behold, it was dead: but when I had considered it in the morning, behold, it was not my son, which I did bear. And the other woman said, Nay; but the living is my son, and the dead is thy son. And this said, No; but the dead is thy son, and the living is my son. Thus they spake before the king. 

       Then said the king, The one saith, This is my son that liveth, and thy son is the dead: and the other saith, Nay; but thy son is the dead, and my son is the living.  And the king said, Bring me a sword. And they brought a sword before the king. And the king said, Divide the living child in two, and give half to the one, and half to the other. 

     Then spake the woman whose the living child was unto the king, for her bowels yearned upon her son, and she said, O my lord, give her the living child, and in no wise slay it. But the other said, Let it be neither mine nor thine, but divide it.  Then the king answered and said, Give her the living child, and in no wise slay it: she is the mother thereof.

     A real mother will put aside HER feelings so that that which she loves may live. A real mother will do all possible so that her child will survive, and thrive.

     A “serrogate” woman will only PLAY mother, for when it comes to what SHE wants she will put aside everything for her own self indulgences and what she wants!

     What this church is REQUIRED to have is a real mother. We, the ones who call ourselves Holy Ghost filled, children of God and members of the Church. If we expect to thrive and grow, we have to put the church FIRST, not second. Which means HOLINESS, not selfishness. Unity, not Division.

The Hardest Decision

Issue 33          [April 25, 2011]

One day a little girl was shopping with her parents when she came across a plastic pearl necklace. She begged her father to buy them and, of course, her father did.

    That night, he smiled as he saw her clutching her pearls and asked, "Do you love me?" The little girl looked surprised, "Of course I love you, Daddy". “Well then”, he said, "will you give me your pearls?" The little girl clutched her pearls with a confused and hurt look on her face. "No, Daddy, not my pearls... you can have anything, but please don't take my pearls." Her father leaned forward, kissed her head and left for the night.

     This exchange was repeated night after night. Her father would come into her room and smile and say, "Do you love me?" She would answer back, "you know I do" and then he would say, "then can I have your pearls." The little girl offered everything else she had, but never her pearls - every night she continued to clutch her pearls.

     Until one night, her father walked into the room and found the little girl crying. He said, "Honey, are you all right?" The little girl, nose red, eyes puffy, held up a clinched fist. Slowly, she unfolded her fingers and between sobs said, "Daddy, I love you. Here are my pearls." A huge smile immediately broke across the father's face as he knelt beside her bed and reached his hand into his pocket. Slowly, he pulled out a real strand of pearls and placed them on his daughter's neck. He had had them all along. He just wanted her to trust him enough to take the fake strand off before he put the real strand on.
---Anonymous

    Many have read the passage of scripture referenced and speculated as to what Abraham must have gone thru. What thoughts must he have had and what questions were running through his mind as he led his promised son up the mountain to sacrifice him? Hebrews reiterates that Abraham was showing his faith in God through this trial.

     That leads us to the knowledge that in Abraham’s heart, he knew God would make a way. If he had to kill his son, God would raise him from the dead. If he had to sacrifice the very promise he waited 100 years for, God would STILL be faithful. That was the kind of faith Abraham had through this test and he passed with flying colors. God wasn’t ever trying to hurt Abraham, but Abraham could have fought God. He could have come up with reasons/excuses to NOT obey. He could have tried to reason with God and tell Him why this would be a bad idea. He could have begged God to change His mind and bawled and squalled on the floor. He could have questioned God’s authority and His love by asking, as many of us do, “Why me, Lord”.

     Isaac was not only Abraham’s son. Abraham had other children. He had Ishmael that God told him to cast out of camp because Isaac was chosen. This was more than just a child to Abraham. Isaac represented everything God had EVER told Abraham He would give him. Isaac embodied Abraham’s future in every way. And, there are countless possibilities of how this scenario could have played out and still ended with Abraham being the father of many nations.
God wouldn’t have cut Abraham out of the lineage of Christ had he refused to sacrifice Isaac. He would have done what all fathers do and given Abraham another opportunity down the road to pass the ultimate test of sacrifice, just like the little girl with the fake pearls. But, it’s not God’s will for us to have to go through all the turmoil, worrying and struggling with the decision to trust Him. He wants us to do as Abraham did and choose to not only OBEY the voice of God, but to obey without doubt, fear, or pity.

     Abraham accepted what God said even though he didn’t understand the ins and outs of the situation and he did exactly as he was told BELIEVING all the while that God was in control and would not allow this situation to hurt him and leave him hopeless. God had never failed him before and was not going to fail him now. Luke 11:13 says, “If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children: how much more shall your heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to them that ask him?” God is a good father. He knows us all completely and knows what we need and want before we do. Trusting Him completely shouldn’t be a chore or a burden. Tis’ so sweet to trust in Jesus is not just a song. The words are true. To be able to take God at His word KNOWING that He can NOT lie, can NOT fail, can NOT leave you and can NOT forsake you should be all the assurance any of us need to place all of our trust in the Savior. He is the Almighty God, our redeemer, the lover of our souls and the only One who died for our sins. He makes ALL things work together for the good of them that love Him and are the called according to His purpose.

     So, when God puts the knife in your hand and asks you to kill your promise, your future, your plans, your dreams, your visions, your very life, what will you do? 

  Will you sacrifice the very thing you waited for, prayed for, cried over, and worked so hard to obtain? Will you cut loose from all you know and all you have to truly tell God that ALL you need is Him? Because, in the end, all we will have and all we need is Him.

     We don’t get to tell Him how our lives will work out. We have to take him our dreams, aspirations, hopes, plans, and everything we have obtained and offer it to Him as the little girl offered her father her strand of fake pearls. Because when you give God your most valued possession…when you give God the REAL you, He will give you HIS plans, dreams, and desires for your life for they are FAR more valuable than your own. His plan will take you to the best, the perfect, and the true will of God for your life. You will have the abundant life that the Bible speaks of when you allow God to plan it for you. For, He is the Truth, the Life and the Way. His ways are far above our ways. His truth is everlasting and never-changing. And, He is calling us all to make this sacrifice for Him. How will you answer? 
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About The Author:
Im 22 years old, fourth generation Pentecost. I sing, teach Children's Church, write songs, and am learning to play piano. I have been writing since I was 14 and love to read. I love God, love truth, and love sharing things God shows me with like minded believers. Im grounded in what I believe but not so arrogant as to think I could never be wrong. I have been proven time and time again that there is no right or wrong way to love God. Just love Him, seek Him, and trust Him and He will guide you into all truth.

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Editors Comments:
I would like to welcome our latest member to the newsletter staff, Corrie Staggs. We are privileged to have Crystal Wasden and Corrie Staggs added to our literary arsenal. I know they will do well and with a servants heart will reach out to touch you, your family and those down trodden souls and lift them up.
When you see either of these Holg Ghost filled young ladies, please let them know how much you appreciate their help, their writings, and thier burden for helping others!

HEROES

Issue 32          [April 10, 2011]

The FIREFIGHTER
- Author Unknown
At 6:45 on the morning of Oct. 20, 2010, Capt. David King of the Jackson Fire Department was 15 minutes from the end of his 24-hour shift when the call came in: House fire, 3112 Whitten St.
A half-hour later, he lay crumpled on the floor in 1,500-degree heat, his safety mask melting off his face and flames steadily eating through his fire suit. No way, he reasoned, could any of his peers get to him.
All King knew to do was pray. He pleaded for mercy, begging death to ride faster as the pain became more intense with each breath.
Then he remembered a song he had heard most of his life, about praising God during the roughest of storms. So he gave thanks for the blessings awarded him during his 50 years - among them, a devoted wife, two wonderful children, good friends.
The split second he ended his prayer of thanksgiving, King heard a familiar voice pierce the night-black smoke from only a few feet away.
"Captain!!!!!!"
Christopher Chambliss, a 26-year-old former 400-meter track star at Port Gibson High School, began working with King in 2008, at Station 11 on Terry Road.
"If there is one person Chris looks up to, it is Capt. David King," says Chambliss' wife, Ivory.
King and Chambliss - who as captain and firefighter were always paired together during a fire - had long talks during slow times at the station. King told Chambliss to always stay involved in the activities of his 7-year-old son. When the Chambliss' 18-month-old daughter was born, King said to him: "Treat her like a princess, then she will never allow another man to treat her any less."
They also vowed to never leave the other in a burning building.
"When I heard Capt. King calling for help on the radio that day, there was no way I wasn't going in there to try and get him," Chambliss says. "I mean, how in the world could I ever look his wife in the eyes and say I didn't do my best to save him?"
Chambliss' rescue of King earned him the Mississippi Firefighters Memorial Burn Association's 2010-2011 Heart of Heroes award for valor - a category created specifically to recognize Chambliss' heroic actions.
"Every firefighter wonders about that moment, when a life is at stake and they have to make a decision," says Jackson Fire Chief Raymond McNulty. "They wonder, 'What will I do? Will I stay outside or will I be able to pull the trigger and go in and try and save a life?'
"It's what separates the men from the boys. Christopher Chambliss is a man."
So how did a seasoned veteran like King become separated from Chambliss?
Two freak occurrences.
Soon after they entered the home to look for people who might have been trapped, the front room flashed over. "That's when gases get so hot, the room explodes," King explains. "I've been in flashovers before. You don't panic. You just turn around and get out. Your ears may get blistered, but you'll be OK."
But the hose King and Chambliss had used as a path in - and planned to use as a path out - had been tugged too hard, and out of Chambliss' hands, by someone on the outside. Their lifeline was gone.
"Still, I felt pretty sure where the front door was, even though you couldn't see anything because of the smoke," King says. "So I grabbed Chris, turned him around toward the door and ordered everybody out over our radio system."
This is when everything turned sour for King. "I stepped in a small hole," he says, "and it threw my direction off by about two degrees."
Crawling on his hands and knees behind Chambliss and other firefighters, King's path took him slightly right of the others, through an opening to the living room of what turned out to be an abandoned house. The other firefighters made it safely outside.
"As soon as I felt a wall to my left, I knew I was on the wrong side of it," King says. "I turned around and saw nothing but flames."
He could see a faint flash coming from the fire trucks out front. "I thought I could get out that window, but there was a refrigerator or a freezer blocking it," he says. "That's when I looked back and saw even more flames.
King keyed the mike clipped to his shoulder and called out words he never had before: "Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! Firefighter down! Firefighter down! My God, my God!"
He fought to gather himself. "I kept telling myself, 'think, think.' I had an image of how I could get back out of there, and I started crawling that way. I got as far as the wall, and I had nothing left. I couldn't move anymore."
Chambliss heard King's "mayday" call and was already on his way inside to find him.
"I was on my hands and knees, no line and no nozzle, hoping I could find my friend and praying that we both wouldn't get burned up," Chambliss says. "I was bumping into furniture and all kinds of stuff. I'd have to get up, step over it and then get back down again. It was so hot, even with my mask on I had to close my eyes."
Twelve feet inside the front door, Chambliss heard a call for help from the 10 o'clock position. That is when he screamed "Captain!" and crawled as fast as he could toward the sound.
"When I got to him, he was on his knees and sort of leaning to the left," Chambliss says. "I asked him if he could get up, and he said he didn't think so. That's when I reached around in front of him, grabbed him up under his arms and started dragging him."
Chambliss, 155 pounds after a heavy meal, was lugging 175 pounds of limp weight. They fell four times on their way toward the front door.
"The third time, as he lay there on top of me and flames were all around us, just for a moment I wondered if we were both going to die right there in that house," Chambliss says. "But my wife and kids flashed before my eyes. And I've always told my wife, 'I'm coming home.' It's always been my motto. That's when I got to my feet and started dragging Capt. King again."
Both claim there was plenty of divine intervention along the way.
"Without knowing it, I crawled to the perfect spot for Chris to find me," King says.
"When we fell for the last time, it was at the front door," Chambliss says. "That was it for me. What little bit of energy I had was gone. So if we hadn't been at the front door ... "
As King lay on a bed at University of Mississippi Medical Center, he told Chris: "I owe you."
"You don't owe me anything," Chris responded, dehydrated and sitting in a wheelchair. "You would've done the same for me."
When King's wife, Lynn, arrived, her husband cut his eyes toward Chambliss. "That's the man you need to thank for me being alive," he said.
"It took everything in me to stand there and look at my husband who had given nearly 30 years of his life to civil service and came within 15 seconds of dying," she says. "He was burned so badly, I couldn't touch him. About the only place I could halfway touch was the top of his head, but even that hurt him too bad."
She remembers looking at Chambliss sitting beside her husband, the hurt in his eyes, his refusal to be treated so that he could remain with King until she arrived.
"That man is family now," Lynn King says. "Chris and Ivory both are."
The healing continues.
On a sun-splashed spring day, King and Chambliss drive to the site of the fire. Neither says much at first, but they soon begin retracing their steps and quietly reliving the horrendous moments, standing in the very spot where they almost died.
King's eyes fill with tears and shift toward the man who saved his life.
Friends. Brothers. Forever.

A Hero is someone who is admired for his achievements and his noble qualities. It is someone who is brave and courageous and extremely devoted to something. A Hero is a genuine person who cares for the well being and prosperity of others without seeking any attention for fame or redemption. Someone who goes beyond ones expectations may be considered a Hero.
~As apostolics our heroes should never be these popular hollywood celebrities, but rather those in the Bible and people of God.
So many -so called- apostolics seek after worldly pleasures more than God. We have got to learn and teach those after us to let go of the world and worldly pleasures. Let's seek after God and follow his will. We've got to save ourselves from this untoward generation.
Someday if this world last long enough and we are old or we are dead and gone, somebody will look at us and what we were and we want them to say "Thats my hero, thats what I want to pattern my life after." Everyday we should ask ourselves the question, "Am I doing what it takes to be a hero in someones life?"
I'm not a parent, but I've got parents, and I've seen other parents. I have seen so many parents that did not show love to their children, they just didnt care. Thats sad. And also to be a hero to your children another thing that you have to do is show love to each other as parents. I can say that I have never heard my parents raise their voices in anger at one another. They raised five children in a home of love and taught us the truth. We were never ashamed to bring our friends over. They are my heroes.
The Bible teaches us to show love, not just tell but SHOW LOVE!
There are a lot of parents that are not a part of their childrens life and they expect their children to look up to them, to be their Hero be a part of their life. Teach them how to be a Hero.
Lets live a life so that we can be heroes to those after us.
There is a song "Heroes" that tells alot about what a Hero is.

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Momma combs his hair and Daddy helps him brush his teeth
Day after day for thirty years the same routine
The special needs he lives with make life seems so unfair
But he thanks God everyday cause he knows mom
and dad are there
chorus
Hes a hero and shes a hero
It doesnt matter that nobody knows their name
They keep on giving to make life worth living
might go unnoticed but they're heroes just the same
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They tried for many years to have a baby of their own
But God knew a little girl that didnt have a home
Someone elses burden was a blessing in disguise
And now shes got a mom and daddy there to hold her
when she cries
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Every single parent who must carry twice the load
And those who sacrifice to raise a child thats not their own
They dedicate their time to make a difference in
someone elses life
And in my eyes
Written By: Sonya and Rebecca Isaacs


My first pastor -my grandpa- Eld.Robert Wasden Jr.
He's living with Jesus now. He is a Hero that is missed greatly! My grandpa baptized me in Jesus Name. He was a great Man Of God! He stood for what he believed in. He won his battle and I have no doubt that God said unto him, Well done, my good and faithful servant, enter in.
Happy belated Birthday Grandpa!
I love you and Im looking foward to going to see you!!
March 24, 1930 - June 19, 2009
There are many heroes that I look up to in my life. My Dad and Mom are my biggest heroes in this world. Real men of God that preach the truth and take a stand for whats right..they are my heroes.

WRITTEN BY: Crystal Wasden
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Editors Comments:

I would like to welcome our latest edition to the newsletter staff, CRYSTAL WASDEN.  I asked her to tell us about herself and this is what she had to say. 
I am 20 years old. I was raised from day one in a church of truth. I have the BEST pastor and pastors wife in the world!! My parents: Bro. & Sis. William Wasden. My desire is to help someone else in their walk with God. I believe that God gave me the gift of writing to do that. I hope and pray that when I share what God has given me through messages I've heard preached that it will help and encourage someone. I have a burden, not only for the lost, but also those that are going through a battle, a valley, I want to help them see that they can make it. Living for God is truly the BEST thing to do!

I also would like to say "THANK YOU" to Bro. JW Grisham for asking me to write this newsletter. I appreciate my brother and all the encouragement he's been to me. I look foward to getting these newsletters in the mail because I know I will be uplifted and encouraged when I finish reading. Thanks so much!