Fennell Visitor February 4, 2001

WELCOME

A warm welcome is extended to everyone. It is our prayer that our worship will be acceptable and pleasing to God and that everyone will be encouraged. If you are visiting with us today we extend a special welcome to you and invite you to return again.
 
 





I see His blood upon the rose

And in the stars the glory of His eyes,

His body gleams amid eternal snows

His tears fall from the skies.

I see His face in every flower;

The thunder and the surging of the birds

Are but His voice~carven by His power

Rocks are His written words.

All pathways by His feet are worn,

His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,

His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn

His cross is every tree.

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Service Schedule for Next Sunday – Feb. 11, 2001

Announcements – D. Jaggard

Song Leader – B. Hibbard

Prayer A.M. – S. Budai

Lord’s Table – C. Gardner

Reader – M. Tubman

Emblem Bearers – J. Hoover, T. Moore

Cups – W. Moore, W. Burnett

Next Ladies’ Class – Feb. 13

Next Potluck – March 4

News and Notes

REMEMBER IN PRAYER: Please pray for the following: Harold Rutledge, Marvin Johnson, Bob Hibbard, Robert Whitfield, Jeff Cox, Brian Jeremie, Betty Saunders, Kyle Holt, Peter MacDonald, Colin Johnson, George Layman, Brian Meener, Audrey Cox, Joey Merling, Don Snure, Becky Morgan, Ian Bonneville, Billie and Jack Cartwright, those suffering from colds and the flu.

UPCOMING CONGREGATIONAL AND CORPORATION MEETINGS: It has been decided to hold the yearly congregational and corporate meetings on Sunday, March 4. The February potluck has been changed to March 4, which will be immediately followed by the Congregational Meeting and then the Corporation Meeting. Evening service will be cancelled for that day.

BIBLE BOWL: The Strathmore congregation has challenged us to a Bible Bowl competition in May. The competition will be based on the book of Matthew. There is a sign up list on the bulletin board for those who are interested in representing the Fennell Ave. congregation on one of the teams (junior, senior, and adult). Let’s get our teams organized quickly so that we can begin to prepare.

DIRECTORY UPDATE: Please remember to check the draft of the 2001 directory and make any corrections or additions, or

place a check mark beside your name if the information is correct

PANTRY ITEM FOR THIS MONTH: Miscellaneous
 
 

UPCOMING

Feb2-4 – Youth Rally in Sundridge

Feb. 13 -- Ladies’ Class – details TBA

Feb. 23-24 – Meaford Youth Rally (Feb.18 final reg. Day)

Mar. 2-3 – GLCC Youth Rally

Mar. 4 -- Potluck followed by Congregational and

Corporation Meetings (evening service cancelled)

Mar. 30 – Apr. 1 – Spring Spiritual Renewal in Beamsville

Apr. 21 -- Clean up day

Are You Rich?

They huddled inside the storm door, two children in ragged out-grown coats. "Any old papers lady?" I was busy. I wanted to say so – until I looked down at their feet. Thin little sandals sopped with ice and sleet. "Come in and I’ll make you a hot cup of cocoa." I said. There was no conversation. Their soggy sandals left marks upon the hearthstone. Cocoa and toast with jam fortified against the chill outside. I went back to the kitchen and started again on my household budget. The silence in the front room struck through to me. I looked in. The girl held her empty cup in her hands, looking at it. The boy asked in a flat voice, "Lady, are you rich?" "Am I rich? Mercy, no." I looked at my shabby slipcovers and the worn place in the rug. The little girl put her cup in its saucer carefully. "Your cups match your saucers," she said. Her voice was old, with a hunger that was not of the stomach.

They left then, holding their bundles of papers against the wind. They hadn’t said "Thank You" They didn’t need to. They had said more than that. Plain blue pottery cups and saucers. But they matched!

I tested the potatoes and gravy. Potatoes and brown gravy! Roof over our heads! My man with a steady job! These things matched too. I moved the chairs back from the fire, and tidied the living room. The muddy prints of small sandals were wet on my hearth. I let them be. I want them in case I forget how rich I am!

From The Visitor, July 13, 1969

(submitted by Wilma Moore)



 
 
 
 
 
 

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