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Year 2009 - July thru September

+++ The Christian Banner - September 2009 +++
Special Dedication and Thanks
Written by: Pat Lewallen
I want to dedicate this September 2009 Christian Banner in memory of my beloved son, Brad David Lewallen, 28 years old, who passed away on August 2, 2009. It’s hard to understand why a loved one is taken at an early age. But I do know that God does not make mistakes. I must continue to trust God to heal my broken heart and show me His perfect will for my life.
I remember June 12, 2009. Brad called me and told me, with great joy in his voice, how much he enjoyed reading the Christian Banner. He told me how good it was to know peace now that he didn’t know before. He said he would like to start submitting some items for the Christian Banner. I told him that would be great. A short while later that day, he emailed me the poem he had written entitled, “The Light”. (It is found in the July 2009 Christian Banner issue.) This poem means so much to me. Brad told me God was still working on him, but in reality, all Christians are a “work in progress”. I thank God for allowing Brad to share his poem with all the Christian Banner readers and me. I would rather have received this poem from Brad than to have received one million dollars from him. This poem. along with his love, were the greatest gifts Brad ever gave me. I love Brad now and I always will. His poem and his comments to others about finding the Lord in his life, gives me assurance that I’ll see Brad again on that great reunion day in Heaven where we'll be together for eternity.
I want to say how wonderful our extended family, our church family, co-workers, friends, and neighbors have been to us! Thanks for all the cards, food, phone calls, flowers, and especially the prayers you prayed for us. Special thanks to my dear sister-in-law, Cathy, for allowing us to escape, many times, to her mountain home named “Heaven’s Pointe of View”. This is a special place where we can go, sit on the porch and relax, and look out over “that beautiful Piedmont view”. It’s here I can definitely see and feel God’s presence. It’s here where I also feel that I’m closer to Brad. 
I’ll close with the second verse of the song “Heaven’s Sounding Sweeter All the Time”:
Oh, it's hard to lose a loved one to the grave.
But we have the blessed hope that Jesus gave.
God's gonna wipe all the tears from our eyes,
When we meet in that land beyond the skies.
A Fading Flower
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In Memory of my Mom - Allene Ferree
Like a fading flower,
Fragile, wilting in its vase,
It seemed time and life conspired
To take the color from her face.
Where went the cherries from her lips,
And the apples from her cheeks?
And whence the sparkle from her eyes,
And the music from her speech?
What happened to her quickness,
To her impulsive grin?
What made her lose her vibrance,
And the way she tossed her chin?
When did she begin to falter,
And her steps begin to slow?
When did she start to stumble,
Unsure of how to go?
This creeping, sneaking thing,
Of which no one was aware,
Of what it was or how it came,
Though clues were everywhere.
But, once arrived, no good solution,
Truly, nothing one could do,
Patience, love, and understanding,
The only tools to use.
A hug, a pat, a kiss perhaps,
May not renew a fading flower,
But it may jump-start an aging heart,
And add another happy hour.
There is a similarity
Between a flower and a man.
Both do bloom, and both do fade,
In their assigned life spans.
Pathetic, little, fading flower,
Sad, tired, haunting face,
God dearly loves them both,
As each one fades with age.
But do not sigh, and do not cry,
When time presumes to claim its own,
For youth and bloom will be resumed,
When each one reaches Home.
Poem written by: Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
The Woman's Revenge
'Cash, check or charge?' I asked, after bagging items the woman wished to purchase. As she fumbled for her wallet, I noticed a remote control for a television set in her purse.
'So, do you always carry your TV remote?' I asked.
'No,' she replied, 'but my husband refused to come shopping with me, and I figured this was the most evil thing I could do to him legally.' 
In His Arms
Written by: Sherrie Trotter
In His presence
With His loving arms all around,
He is my comfort
And my shield.
He is all sustaining
And Lord of my heart.
He will heal every
Piece of my heart that
I give Him.
He sees the tears in my eyes
And pain in my heart,
And He says.
”Come and lay them at my feet.
I will take them and
Cast them away,
So you don’t have to
Carry the burden anymore.
 Help in Troubled Times
Written by: Amy Hunt
Mark 6:45-51 (King James Version)
45And straightway he constrained his disciples to get into the ship, and to go to the other side before unto Bethsaida, while he sent away the people.
 46And when he had sent them away, he departed into a mountain to pray.
 47And when even was come, the ship was in the midst of the sea, and he alone on the land.
 48And he saw them toiling in rowing; for the wind was contrary unto them: and about the fourth watch of the night he cometh unto them, walking upon the sea, and would have passed by them.
 49But when they saw him walking upon the sea, they supposed it had been a spirit, and cried out:
 50For they all saw him, and were troubled. And immediately he talked with them, and saith unto them, Be of good cheer: it is I; be not afraid.
 51And he went up unto them into the ship; and the wind ceased: and they were sore amazed in themselves beyond measure, and wondered.
As I read this scripture, I can’t help but think about how many times Jesus has walked out in the midst of a storm to find me. Many times I have a solution for the problem I faced on my own and I just passed Jesus by.
I take great comfort in the words “Fear not”, whenever Satan tries to put doubts and fears in our minds. We can always know that God can do anything but fail! He has never failed us in the past nor will He in our future if we will only look to Him.
My prayer is:
Lord, please help me to look to you more in my daily walk. Thank you for walking out on troubled waters to me when I start to drift away. 
Especially at this Time
Written by: Pat Lewallen
Lord, help me in my lonely time.
Help me in my crying time.
I need your presence close to me,
 Especially at this time.
Lord, my grief is just too painful.
Bring back my joy.
Bring back my happiness,
Especially at this time.
Lord, comfort my heart.
Comfort my soul.
Comfort my spirit,
Especially at this time.
Lord, heal my heart.
Heal my soul.
Heal my spirit,
Especially at this time.
Lord, renew my heart.
Renew my soul.
Renew my spirit,
Especially at this time.
Lord, my heart will trust you.
My soul will trust you.
My spirit will trust you,
Especially at this time.

+++ The Christian Banner - August 2009 +++
Our First Week of Grief
Written & submitted by: Pat Lewallen
Dedicated to: My son Brad 
It’s 2 o’clock in the morning,
I’ve sat straight up in bed.
The call we got just one week ago
Has caused my heart to be so very, very sad.
How dare the man to call our home,
It was 2 a.m. according to the clock.
“Are you his Mom? Is he your son?”
I just wanted his voice to stop.
“I hate to call this time of night.
I hate to have to wake you up.
You see ma’am I’ve got bad news,
For your son is no longer with us.”
I scream and gasp and give the phone to your Dad.
The voice repeats to him the sad news I've just heard.
I stare at your Dad, and he’s so shocked,
He’s not even able to utter one single word.
I then take the phone from your Dad.
Surely this man is wrong, this news just can’t be true.
He says, “I’ll call you again shortly with more details.”
I know this man is wrong; this news just can’t pertain to you.
Your Dad and I cry together, and need to talk to someone for advice,
Where do we go? What in the world are we supposed to do?
We’ll call our preacher and share the terrible news as told to us,
Why on earth, my son, did this have to happen to you?
Our preacher, awakened from his peaceful sleep by our call,
Listens to our sad, sad news and joins with us in pain, 
“Let’s all pray together” he then says,
“Let’s ask God for His strength to support us once again.”
After our prayer, we collect our thoughts; we know one thing we must do. 
There’s your older brother who’s unaware of the news we must tell, 
Yes, we go awaken him from his sound sleep.
 After hearing the shocking sad news, he gasped and almost fell.
It’s been exactly one week since that horrible phone call.
One week of grief, pain and tears, according to the clock.
Yes, my youngest son, we buried you earlier this week,
But when, oh when, will this deep grief and pain ever stop?
I know our lives on earth must go on without you, my beloved son,
But wait, what’s that? Alas, seems now I can hear your sweet peaceful voice,
“Dear Mom, lay back down, you’ve just got to get some rest.
We’ll be together again in Heaven, and forever, we’ll rejoice.”
My Wonderful Son
Written by: Richard Lewallen
Dedicated to: My son Brad
I am so sad that it took the tragedy of unexpected death to show me how much I love my son Brad. This is the day after the funeral, and all I can think about is my wonderful son. I feel so sorry for Jill, Brad's love, for she knows how the whole family feels. May God give us the grace to get through this terribly tragic time in our lives. I'll always love you Brad.
Just Another Day
Written by: Mark Lewallen
Dedicated to: My brother Brad
Death silently approached in the night and snatched you away from me. How I wish for just another day. I want another day to hear your voice, to behold your sweet smile, to feel your strong embrace. With just another day my happiness would return and my sorrow would flee. There's so much I want to say to you if only for another day. But God has a plan unknown to man, so we can't wait for tomorrow which may never come. We must always finish things today and leave nothing undone.
Proverbs 27:1
Boast not thyself of tomorrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.

Psalms 39:4
LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is: that I may know how frail I am.

Psalms 90:12
So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.
God Lives Under the Bed
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I envy Kevin. My brother, Kevin, thinks God lives under his bed. At least that’s what I heard him say one night.
He was praying out loud in his dark bedroom, and I stopped to listen, ‘Are you there, God?’ he said. ‘Where are you? Oh, I see. Under the bed...’
I giggled softly and tiptoed off to my own room. Kevin’s unique perspectives are often a source of amusement. But that night something else lingered long after the humor.  I realized for the first time the very different world Kevin lives in.
He was born 30 years ago, mentally disabled as a result of difficulties during labor. Apart from his size (he’s 6-foot-2), there are few ways in which he is an adult.
He reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a 7-year-old, and he always will. He will probably always believe that God lives under his bed, and that airplanes stay up in the sky because angels carry them.
I remember wondering if Kevin realizes he is different. Is he ever dissatisfied with his monotonous life?
Up before dawn each day, off to work at a workshop for the disabled, home to walk our cocker spaniel, return to eat his favorite macaroni-and-cheese for dinner, and later to bed.
The only variation in the entire scheme is laundry, when he hovers excitedly over the washing machine like a mother with her newborn child.
He does not seem dissatisfied.
He lopes out to the bus every morning at 7:05, eager for a day of simple work.
He wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils on the stove before dinner, and he stays up late twice a week to gather our dirty laundry for his next day’s laundry chores.
And Saturdays - oh, the bliss of Saturdays! That’s the day my Dad takes Kevin to the airport to have a soft drink, watch the planes land, and speculates loudly on the destination of each passenger inside. ‘That one’s goin’ to Chi-car-go!‘ Kevin shouts as he claps his hands.
His anticipation is so great he can hardly sleep on Friday nights.
And so goes his world of daily rituals and weekend field trips.
He doesn’t know what it means to be discontent.
His life is simple.
He will never know the entanglements of wealth of power, and he does not care what brand of clothing he wears or what kind of food he eats. His needs have always been met, and he never worries that one day they may not be.
His hands are diligent. Kevin is never so happy as when he is working. When he unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely in it.
He does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job until it is finished. But when his tasks are done, Kevin knows how to relax.
He is not obsessed with his work or the work of others. His heart is pure.
He still believes everyone tells the truth, promises must be kept, and when you are wrong, you apologize instead of argue.
Free from pride and unconcerned with appearances, Kevin is not afraid to cry when he is hurt, angry or sorry. He is always transparent, always sincere. And he trusts God.
Not confined by intellectual reasoning, when he comes to Christ, he comes as a child. Kevin seems to know God - to really be friends with Him in a way that is difficult for an ‘educated’ person to grasp. God seems like his closest companion.
In my moments of doubt and frustrations with my Christianity, I envy the security Kevin has in his simple faith.
It is then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine knowledge that rises above my mortal questions.
It is then I realize that perhaps he is not the one with the handicap. I am. My obligations, my fear, my pride, my circumstances - they all become disabilities when I do not trust them to God’s care.
Who knows if Kevin comprehends things I can never learn? After all, he has spent his whole life in that kind of innocence, praying after dark and soaking up the goodness and love of God.
And one day, when the mysteries of heaven are opened, and we are all amazed at how close God really is to our hearts, I’ll realize that God heard the simple prayers of a boy who believed that God lived under his bed.
Kevin won’t be surprised at all!


As you pass this little church,
Be sure to pay a visit,
So at least when you're carried in,
God won't ask "Who is it?'.


Someone Prayed
Written by: Pat Lewallen
I lost my brother Ricky Greene to cancer on July 15, 2009. It was painful to lose a dear brother I have known and loved all my life. Richard and I have prayed many times for Ricky. Even now, I catch myself wanting to include Ricky in my prayers. I send a special “Thank You” to everyone who prayed and also everyone who helped the family in any way during this very painful and stressful time.

Ricky is buried at the West Chapel Methodist Church cemetery in Asheboro. Family and friends gathered around us when the burial was over. I had my camera with me so I decided to make pictures. I was looking around and helping round up everyone for photos when I saw the aged tombstone of Joe and Tina Poole. My memory instantly took me back many years ago. I can still see Mrs. Poole as the small white haired lady who stood up so many times at West Chapel Church. She always seemed to look directly at the Greene family pew. There sat my Dad and Mom, me, my two sisters, and my two brothers. 

I remember Mrs. Poole always expressing her great love for Jesus. She would always say to us young people that she was praying that we would come to know the Lord as our Savior. I always dreaded seeing Mrs. Poole stand up and testify. I remember thinking to myself “Please don’t let her look over here at me today”. (I’m so glad now she couldn’t read my mind back then.) And of course, she always looked at us and told us how much she loved us and expressed her love for Jesus. I wasn’t willing to give my heart to Jesus then. I remember thinking to myself that if I ever did accept Jesus I wanted to have something real just like Mrs. Poole had.
I’m glad Mrs. Poole took time to pray for me. I did find the Lord as my Savior and have put Him first place in my life. I never got the chance to tell Mrs. Poole that I had accepted Jesus. I never got to express my thanks to her for witnessing and praying for me. One day in Heaven I intend to thank her and the many others who prayed for me. As the song goes, “I’m so glad that someone prayed for me”. 


God is perfect.... only man makes misteaks.


My Heartfelt Thanks
Written by; Phyllis McSwain
Submitted by: Pat Lewallen
I read the thank you note my sister Phyllis wrote to her friends expressing her thanks to them during the loss of our brother Ricky. Below is her message and I want to share it with the Christian Banner readers. It touched my heart and I hope it will touch your heart too. Thanks, Pat
Wednesday 07/22/09
To each and everyone “thank you” from the very bottom of my heart for the tenderness and kindness you have shown me during the most difficult and lowest days I’ve ever experienced. Each day in some way you gave me something to embrace and cherish and made it possible to keep enduring the pain in my heart. Sometimes little things meant more than words, just like a pat on the shoulder or just a sweetness in your voice that gave me strength to keep on keeping on. Sometimes even your silence helped when I was in deep thought of my brother and his suffering.
You gave me roses even though you didn’t know it and were not even aware of it. My brother had so many gifts of life’s experiences and I listened and learned so much that my desire is to have my brother live on through me in my life’s journey. What a gift he gave me and I hope to share it with others. Please tell the ones you love how much of a difference they make in your life. Embrace them as I did my brother Ricky. I know the loss of my brother will ease as will the pain in my heart but boy does it hurt!
I’m so thankful to have friends like you in my life. Thank you for being there for me!

A couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word. An earlier discussion had led to an argument and neither of them wanted to concede their position. As they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and pigs, the husband asked sarcastically, 'Relatives of yours?' 'Yep,' the wife replied, 'in-laws.'

+++ The Christian Banner - July 2009 +++
What would happen if we treated our Bible like we treat our cell phone?
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What if we carried it around in our purses or pockets?
What if we flipped through it several time a day?
What if we turned back to go get it if we forgot it?
What if we used it to receive messages from the text?
What if we treated it like we couldn't live without it?
What if we gave it to kids as gifts?
What if we used it when we traveled?
What if we used it in case of emergency?
This is something to make you go....hmm...where is my  Bible?

Oh, and one more thing.
Unlike our cell  phone, we don't have to worry about our Bible being disconnected because Jesus has already paid the bill.  
Makes you stop and think 'where are my priorities?' And no dropped calls!

Hidden message below:
Place your mouse on the E below and drag to the  U.
Even  though you can't see Him, GOD is there for  yo U

I feel like my body has gotten totally out of shape, so I got my doctor's permission to join a fitness club and start exercising. I decided to take an aerobics class for senior citizens. I bent, twisted, gyrated, jumped up and down, and perspired for an hour. But, by the time I got my leotards on, the class was over.

 The Cure for Sickness
Written by: Pat Lewallen
I enjoy summer. It’s a great cure for the "winter blues”. Summer gets me to thinking about vacation time. Richard and I enjoyed vacationing with our sons Mark and Brad when they were younger and still living at home with us. Our family vacations were fun and made such great memories. I also like to remember the times we vacationed with friends. I often recall the trip we made to the Florida Keys with our friends, Dale and Doris Spivey. Doris had battled breast cancer for several years, but that sure didn’t stop us from enjoying a wonderful vacation! The Florida Keys are a great place to visit. We saw the actual boat used in the movie “African Queen” at Key Largo. We saw the miniature deer, named “key deer”, up close and personal at Big Pine Key. We made sure to be at Mallory Square in Key West to observe the gorgeous sunsets in the evenings. If you are looking for a great place to vacation, I recommend the Florida Keys with all the varied attractions, beautiful scenery, and such beautiful views of the water.

One afternoon while in Key West, we visited the Key West Cemetery. It’s an old but very interesting cemetery. We saw the famous marker on the large white crypt that reads: “I Told You I Was Sick.” B. P. Roberts, 1929 – 1979. Many Key West folks recalled B. P. “Pearl” Roberts as a waitress. Most of the people had laughed at her and called her a hypochondriac. Apparently, it was B.P. Roberts who got the last laugh.
I remember as a young girl that cemeteries and death scared me. I lost a third grade classmate to a tragic accident. I have lost my grandparents and my Dad to death. Cancer claimed the life of my dear Christian friend, Doris Spivey, in March 2006. Whether we like it or not, death is something we have to deal with while we live on this earth. I don’t know if B.P Roberts was a Christian or not, but she has to face a righteous God one day and give an account of her life. I will too and so will you. I can remember being “sin sick” and the only real cure I found for this terrible sickness was asking God to forgive me and He did. You too know if you are “sin sick”. God is able to forgive your sins just like they never happened. God can do this because Jesus was willing to shed His innocent blood on Calvary’s cross to cover your sins. God can cure your “sin sickness”. Ask Him to forgive you today. You’ll be eternally glad you did!  
Revelation 21:4
And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.

What the Average person does in 70 Years
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If you live to be 70 years of age and you're the "average" person, you'll spend... 
23 years sleeping
19 years working
 9 years playing
 6 years traveling
 6 years eating
 4 years sick
 2 years dressing yourself
 1 year in the house of the Lord

Isn’t it alarming how little time “the average” person gives to the Lord?

Here is a great song written many years ago by Neil Enloe. The message still rings true today! 
Statue of Liberty 
In New York Harbor stands a lady,
With a torch raised to the sky;
And all who see her know she stands for
Liberty for you and me.

I'm so proud to be called an American,
To be named with the brave and the free;
I will honor our flag and our trust in God,
And the Statue of Liberty.

On lonely Golgotha stood a cross,
With my Lord raised to the sky;
And all who kneel there live forever
As all the saved can testify.

I'm so glad to be called a Christian,
To be named with the ransomed and whole;
As the statue liberates the citizen,
So the cross liberates the soul.

Oh the cross is my Statue of Liberty,
It was there that my soul was set free;
Unashamed I'll proclaim that a rugged cross
Is my Statue of Liberty!

© Words & Music by Neil Enloe

The Light
Written & submitted by: Brad Lewallen (deceased)
Dedicated to: Jill, my love, who never gave up on me.

I have found a friend in Jesus, He's everything to me
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.
And His light which shines so bright
Can make the vilest sinner whole.
In this world so many fear, a light that shines so bold
They fear the light that shines so bright, will only leave a scold.
But the clear cool light which shines so bright
As peaceful as the setting sun
Can only give peace that does not cease
So, why do so many run?
I too was afraid of that light, and turned to worldly fear
Lost and afraid with the mess I'd made, year after year after year.
But then one day out reached a hand, from that cool refreshing light
It picked me up and told me “son, let me take away your fear”.
Even though you ran from me all those years, afraid I might "attack"
That crisp cool light was always there, shining on your back.
So here I am full of peace, once thinking it all a hoax
But this my friend, in its purest form, is the farthest from all jokes.
So to you my friend, I do extend, an invitation to the light
For in its midst, He will persist, a peace that shines so bright.

The Need for Compassion
Written & submitted by: Amy Hunt
If you ask most people to describe Jesus Christ, they would use words like loving, compassionate, and kind. He loved all people and showed it. He told everyone about the Father and touched their hearts by meeting their needs in ways they could understand. He spoke words they needed to hear and gave the healing they needed to make it through life.
As Christians, we are called “the body of Christ”. He wants us to continue His ministry of compassion. Jesus cried for those who rejected Him, not because He was offended, but because He knew the consequences that would follow. He didn’t want anyone to suffer that judgment. He exhibited selfless compassion which is what brought a lot of people to Him.
As we grow in Christ, I believe our concern for others will grow and show more openly. I am going to ask God every day to open my heart to those in need and especially those who need Him. I want to be able to reach out to them in the very same way Jesus did – with love.