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Year 2011 - July thru September

+++ The Christian Banner - September 2011 +++
Prayer Request
I have a prayer request. There's a lady I've known forever. She's very sick. On top of that, she's being abused by those she has given everything to. Lies about her abound, and seem to come from all sides. Just breaks my heart. Seems there's nothing I can do alone. But maybe, if we join in and lift her up together we can heal her. She's well over 200 years old, but way too young to die. Her name is America ... and I love her.

Call to Prayer
Email from: Connie McCoy
Submitted by: Pat Lewallen
Here is a copy of an email sent out recently by the leader of the Prayer Warriors prayer team at my work place. Please help us pray!
2 Chronicles 7:14: 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 will heal their land.
I have seen signs in yards that read “America, prayer is our only hope.” So starting today, let’s please join together in prayer.
If you would like to participate, stop for a moment to pray for the safety of the United States, our troops, our citizens, for peace in the world, for wisdom and courage for our leaders, the up-coming election, and that the Bible will remain the basis for the laws governing our land and that Christianity will grow in the U.S. Pray that our Nation will once again be a nation that God will be pleased with.
Paul teaches us how to pray for others. After honoring God, we can request that others:
1. understand God's will
2. gain spiritual wisdom
3. please and honor God
4. bear good fruit
5. grow in the knowledge of God
6. be filled with God's strength
7. have great endurance and patience
8. stay full of Christ's joy
9. and give thanks always
These things we ask in Christ name for our nation and for each other for His sake! Amen
Dear Editor:
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I'm an American citizen and I am so very proud of our country – or I should say what it used to be and can be again. We must get busy and buckle down and make our country the best it can be. I'm sorry to say I am so disappointed in what we have become. The Lord gave us a beautiful world to live in. He also gave us the know-how and the energy to take care of it.
Cell phones hanging out of our ears, while driving, also shopping in the stores, plain foolishness, computers, people don't really visit one another as we did years ago. We are so geared to that shallow tv set for our entertainment, never mind visiting family and friends.
People have no time to go to church. Jesus loves each and every one of us, and we need him. Put him back into your life, and see how much happier you will be.
Please think about what I've written. We need to get strong and get our world back and our self-respect, the love of our family and friends. God bless you and God bless America.
He Maketh No Mistake
Author: A. M. Overton
Submitted by: Lela Farlow Trotter

My Father’s way may twist and turn,
My heart may throb and ache,
But in my soul I’m glad to know,
He maketh no mistake.

My cherished plans may go astray,
My hopes may fade away,
But I’ll trust my Lord to lead
For He doth know the way.

Though night be dark, and it may seem
That day will never break,
I’ll pin my faith, my all in Him,
He maketh no mistake.

There’s so much now I cannot see,
My eyesight’s far too dim;
But come what may, I’ll simply trust
And leave it all to Him.

For by and by the mist will lift
And plain it all He’ll make,
Through all the way, though dark to me
He made not one mistake.

Lady Liberty Cried – 09/11/2001
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Another bright September day
Another sun-filled sky
She stands her ground with endless pride
As planes above her fly
She looks upon her children
Her loved ones dear to heart
As they go through their normal chores
Some only just to start
But soon the peace was shattered
As men so filled with hate
Soon turned their rage to senseless acts
To meet their horrid fate
First one and then another hit
Impossible to seem
Two other impacts hit elsewhere
As in a horrid dream
Tho some did fight the evil
As heroes they had died
And as the proud twins met their fall
The Lady Liberty cried
Thank God for You
Author Unknown
Submitted by: Roy Lowdermilk
Given to him by a friend
Thank God for you, good friend of mine.
Seldom is friendship such as thine;
How very much I wish to be
As helpful as you’ve been to me—
Thank God for You.
When I recall, from time to time,
How you inspired this heart of mine:
I find myself inclined to pray.
“God bless my friend this very day.”
Thank God for You.
Of many prayer guests, one thou art
On whom I ask God to impart
Rich blessings from His storeroom rare,
And grant to you His gracious care.
Thank God for You.
So often, at the throne of Grace,
There comes a picture of your face:
And then, instinctively, I pray
That God may Guide you all the way,
Thank God for You.
Some day I hope with you to stand
Before the throne, at God’s right hand;
And to say to you at journey’s end:
"Praise God, you’ve been to me a friend.
Thank God for You.”
An English publication offered a prize for the best definition of a friend, and among the thousands of answers received were the following:
 “One who multiplies joys, divides grief.”
 “One who understands our silence.”
 “A volume of sympathy bound in cloth.”
 “A watch which beats true for all time and never runs down.”
 But here is the definition that won the prize:
 “A friend—the one who comes in when the whole world has gone out.”
I went out to find a friend,
But could not find one there,
I went out to be a friend,
And friends were everywhere!
When You Thought I Wasn’t Looking
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When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately wanted to paint another one.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind to animals.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make my favorite cake for me and I learned that the little things can be the special things in life.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I heard you say a prayer, and I knew there is a God I could always talk to and I learned to trust in God.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make a meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I learned that we all have to help take care of each other.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you give of your time and money to help people who had nothing and I learned that those who have something should give to those who don't.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you take care of our house and everyone in it and I learned we have to take care of what we are given.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw how you handled your responsibilities, even when you didn't feel good and I learned that I would have to be responsible when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears come from your eyes and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it's all right to cry.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that you cared and I wanted to be everything that I could be.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I learned most of life's lessons that I need to know to be a good and productive person when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked at you and wanted to say, "Thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking."
When I say Good Morning I mean to say:

G -
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A Wise Pencil Maker
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Submitted by: Amy Hunt
A pencil maker told the pencil five important lessons just before putting it in the box:
1.    Everything you do will always leave a mark.
2.    You can always correct the mistakes you make.
3.    What is important is what is inside of you.
4.    In life, you will undergo painful sharpenings, which will only make you better.
5.    To be the best pencil, you must allow yourself to be held and guided by the hand that holds you.
We all need to be constantly sharpened.  These five lessons may encourage you to know that you are a special person, with unique God-given talents and abilities.  Only you can fulfill the purpose which you were born to accomplish.  Never allow yourself to get discouraged and think that your life is insignificant and cannot be changed. Like the pencil, always remember that the most important part of who you are is what's inside of you.
It is no wonder the bald eagle has scriptural references and such a significant symbolism to our country. When it rains, most birds head for shelter. The eagle is the only bird that in order to avoid the rain, starts flying above the clouds. The eagle can probably identify a rabbit moving almost a mile away. An eagle flying at an altitude of 1,000 feet over open country could spot prey over an area of almost 3 square miles from a fixed position. No wonder God wants us to spread our wings and soar like eagles.
With our government debt projected to be nearly 15 trillion dollars soon, do you know just how much is a trillion?
If you went back in time 1 million seconds, you'd go back 12 days.  If you went back in time 1 billion seconds, you'd go back 30 years.  If you went back in time 1 trillion seconds, you'd go back 32,000 years! Not scared enough yet? Multiply it out and 15 trillion seconds equals 480,000 years!
Another way to look at our government debt….If Bill Gates gave every penny of his fortune to the U.S. government; it would only cover the U.S. budget deficit for just 15 days.  
2 Chronicles 7:14 (KJV)
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 will heal their land.
I want to wish a Happy Birthday to our Pastor Brian Hauk on August 28th. This is a poem that I thought Brian might like because he likes to laugh.
Let Your Pastor Know
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Submitted by: Lela Farlow Trotter
Mrs. Huff is up the miff tree
On a seat fixed good and firm,
And she'd like to tell the pastor
A few things, and make him squirm.
Mrs. Huff was sick abed, sir,
Yes sir, sick abed a week;
And the pastor didn't call, sir,
Never even took a peek.
Wasn't that enough, enough sir,
To provoke a saint to wrath
And to make a Christian pilgrim
Wander from the churchly path?
When I asked her if the doctor
Called to see her, she said, "Sure";
And she looked as if she thought I
Needed some good strong mind cure.
Then I asked her how the doctor knew
That sickness laid her low,
And she said that she had called him
On the phone and told him so.
So the doctor called to see her,
But the pastor didn't go
For the doctor knew that she was ill,
And the pastor didn't know.
Now the doctor gets his bill paid
With a nicely written check,
But the pastor - for not knowing,
Simply 'gets it in the neck.'
Thank you to my dear friends at Mountain View Church. Thanks for remembering me during the ten days I was in Duke Hospital. The cards and calls meant so much. But the most important thing to me was your prayers. Please continue to remember us as we have more health issues we have to take care of. We love you.
Our prayers are with you. Thank you also Pastor Brian.
Lela and Virgil Trotter
James 5:16 KJV
Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed. The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much.
Our Meeting
Written by: Pat Lewallen
on March 5, 2011
In loving memory of Brad Lewallen
We met her today at a restaurant you like.
It was good to once again see our friend.
We couldn’t remember since we last met,
The number of years it had been.
We were so glad to see each other.
She said, “I haven’t seen you folks in years.”
She asked how things were going with us.
She asked about you; our eyes filled with tears.
Daddy and I told her the sad news,
From this life you’d been called away.
She was so shocked and surprised,
“I am so sorry,” was all she could say.
She remembered you from years ago.
She called you our little blond headed boy.
The one that liked to order his own meal,
And play the claw machine; trying to win a toy.
I know you’d remember the lady.
Her girls were close to the age of you.
Both her girls are grown now,
And she’s become a grandma too.
I sure wish you could have seen her today.
She was as thoughtful as ever too.
“I’ll remember you in my prayers,” she said.
We thanked her and said, “Please do.”
One day, these tears will be left behind.
And from this pain, we’ll be set free!
One day, we’ll get to meet again -
You, your brother, Daddy and me!
What God is doing you may not know now
But someday you’ll understand why.
Questions that taunt you and trouble your mind
Will one day have heaven’s reply. — Hess
1 Corinthians 2:9 (KJV)
But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him.
Two Brothers
By: Author Unknown
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Once upon a time two brothers, who lived on adjoining farms, fell into conflict. It was the first serious rift in 40 years of farming side by side, sharing machinery, and trading labor and goods as needed without a conflict. Then the long collaboration fell apart. It began with a small misunderstanding and it grew into a major difference, and finally it exploded into an exchange of bitter words followed by weeks of silence.
One morning there was a knock on John's door. He opened it to find a man with a carpenter's tool box. "I'm looking for a few days' work" he said. "Perhaps you would have a few small jobs here and there I could help with? Could I help you?" "Yes," said the older brother. "I do have a job for you."
"Look across the creek at that farm. That's my neighbor; in fact, it's my younger brother. Last week there was a meadow between us and he took his bulldozer to the river levee and now there is a creek between us. Well, he may have done this to spite me, but I'll do him one better."
"See that pile of lumber by the barn? I want you to build me a fence -- an 8-foot fence -- so I won't need to see his place or his face anymore." The carpenter said, "I think I understand the situation. Show me the nails and the post-hole digger and I'll be able to do a job that pleases you."
The older brother had to go to town, so he helped the carpenter get the materials ready and then he was off for the day. The carpenter worked hard all that day measuring, sawing, nailing. About sunset when the farmer returned, the carpenter had just finished his job.
The farmer's eyes opened wide, his jaw dropped. There was no fence there at all. It was a bridge -- a bridge stretching from one side of the creek to the other! A fine piece of work, handrails and all -- and the neighbor, his younger brother, was
coming toward them, his hand outstretched. "You are quite a fellow to build this bridge after all I've said and done." The two brothers stood at each end of the bridge, and then they met in the middle, taking each other's hand.
They turned to see the carpenter hoist his toolbox onto his shoulder. "No, wait! Stay a few days. I've a lot of other projects for you," said the older brother. "I'd love to stay on," the carpenter said, “but I have many more bridges to build.”
1 John 4:20 (KJV)
If a man say, I love God, and hateth his brother, he is a liar: for he that loveth not his brother whom he hath seen, how can he love God whom he hath not seen?
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The Rosebud
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Submitted by: Roy Lowdermilk
It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of God’s design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.
The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
God opens this flower so easily,
But in my hands they die.

So I’ll trust in God for leading
Each moment of my day.
I will look to God for guidance
In each step of the way.

The path that lies before me,
Only my Lord knows.
I’ll trust God to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.
The Story Behind “God Bless America
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Irving Berlin had composer’s block. Kate Smith, one of the great singers of her day, had asked for a new number for her radio show. The year was 1938, and she was looking for something fresh to mark the 20th anniversary of the end of World War I.
Berlin felt the urgency to deliver. He had recently returned from Europe, where catastrophe was brewing. Nazi Germany, led by Adolf Hitler, was growing more powerful and aggressive and seemed to be preparing for war. But Berlin wasn’t focused on writing a get-America-ready-for-war song. He wanted to create something to celebrate America as a special place to live.
Then he remembered a song he had drafted years earlier. He pulled out an old trunk and dusted off the 20-year-old manuscript.
This simple one-verse song became an overnight hit, and a hopeful song as war threatened. “It’s not a patriotic song,” Berlin said in a 1940 interview, “but an expression of gratitude for what this country has done for its citizens, of what home really means.” Today, many Americans consider “God Bless America” an unofficial national anthem of the United States.
God Bless America,
Land that I love.
Stand beside her, and guide her
Thru the night with a light from above.
From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the oceans, white with foam
God bless America, My home sweet home.


A Fitting Tribute
Written by: Pat Lewallen
In loving memory of Clarence Lewallen
09/19/1920 – 06/07/2011
The kids and I called you Grandpa.
My husband called you Daddy.
You knew each of us loved you,
And either name you answered gladly.
The good Lord surely blessed you
And you lived to a ripe old age.
He granted you life on this earth -
Ninety years, eight months and nineteen days.

I always loved to hear your stories
Of hard times and struggles that were had.
Your family managed to stay together,
That kept the hard times from being all bad.
You often told me of the many houses
You lived in during your growing up days.
Some houses you lived in a few months,
Others were home for much shorter stays.
You recalled with such a keen memory
The songs and stories as a child you’d heard. 
Some you’d recite and some you’d sing,
You never forgot a single word!
You taught yourself how to carve.
And each bird you carved to a life-size scale.
The eyes and feet, you made them too.
Your name is under the feathers of the tail.
You loved to sit and carve birds for hours.
Many times you exclaimed:
“There’s a bird in that block of wood!”
You whittled until only a bird remained.
How special the time that afternoon,
Your family sat under the funeral tent.
A mockingbird sang such a beautiful song.
A fitting tribute it did present.
Grandpa, you’ve moved to a new home.
One like you never lived in before.
I know you can see Jesus
When looking out your mansion door.


The Wooden Bowl
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Submitted by: Lela Farlow Trotter

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson.
The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table, but the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. “We must do something about Grandfather,” said the son. “I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.” Therefore, the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.
There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. When the family glanced in Grandfather’s direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, “What are you making?”
Just as sweetly, the boy responded, “Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up.” The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.
That evening the husband took Grandfather’s hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days, he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
Children are remarkably perceptive. Their eyes ever observe, their ears ever listen, and their minds ever process the messages they absorb.
If they see us patiently, provide a happy home atmosphere for family members, they will imitate that attitude for the rest of their lives. The wise parent realizes that every day the building blocks are being laid for the child’s future. Let us be wise builders and role models.
The Sunday school teacher was describing how Lot's wife looked back and turned into a pillar of salt, when little Jason interrupted, 'My Mommy looked back once while she was driving,’ he announced triumphantly, 'and she turned into a telephone pole!’
"God Bless the USA" is an American patriotic song written and recorded by country musician Lee Greenwood. He wrote this song in 1983 about his country, which he clearly loves. 
We have lots of problems in America today. It’s discouraging to look around and see so many Americans turning their backs on God. Please pray for our country and our leaders. Pray for your family and your friends. Pray that America will turn back to God so He can bless America again.
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 will heal their land.
2 Chronicles 7:14 (KJV)

"God Bless the USA"
If tomorrow all the things were gone
I'd worked for all my life,
And I had to start again
with just my children and my wife,
I'd thank my lucky stars
to be living here today,
'Cause the flag still stands for freedom
and they can't take that away.

And I'm proud to be an American
where at least I know I'm free,
And I won't forget the men who died
who gave that right to me,
And I gladly stand up next to you
and defend her still today,
'Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land
God Bless the U.S.A.

From the lakes of Minnesota
to the hills of Tennessee,
Across the plains of Texas
from sea to shining sea.
From Detroit down to Houston
and New York to L.A.,
well There's pride in every American heart
and it's time we stand and say:

that I'm proud to be an American
where at least I know I'm free,
And I won't forget the men who died
who gave that right to me,
And I gladly stand up next to you
and defend her still today,
'Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land
God Bless the U.S.A.

And I'm proud to be an American
where at least I know I'm free,
And I won't forget the men who died
who gave that right to me,
And I gladly stand up next to you
and defend her still today,
'Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land
God Bless the U.S.A.