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Everyone loves a good story. From our earliest years, we love to hear them. It seems like our brains are hard wired for it. For you see, only in our stories can we make sense of all the multitude of events and experiences in our lives. Only in stories do we find meaning. Only in our stories do we find ourselves. Through stories we find our place in the cosmos. Through stories we find our place in community. Through stories we learn that we are not alone. Stories are incredibly important your personal story, and the stories you believe about life and its meaning. And ,if you dont get your story straight, youll never get anything straight. Thats what this sermon series is about: The Story of the World, the story that defines who we are, and shapes our individual stories.
Wed Nights @ 6:00 pm - Room 111
Celebrate Recovery addresses many of life's hurts, habits, and hang-ups - things that hinder your walk with God. Join us each week in the Gathering Room for dinner and a period of worship and testimony.
Wednesday Nights 6pm SOCC Gym
$3.00 per adult and $2.00 per child. What a deal!! Where else can you go for great food at a bargain price and enjoy an hour of socializing with family and friends. Come join the fun.
The Candlelight Memorial Service is an annual event, taking place prior to the beginning of the holidays. It is a time, led by the elders, to remember the losses experienced by members over the last year and to recognize that grief takes no holiday.
When you start looking up the subject of encouraging one another the first thing that becomes obvious is that encouragement played a great role in establishing the Hebrew nation.
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As I sit down to write this blog, our church building is serving as a polling place for the current mid-term election – and not just any election, but one of the most contentious in recent memory. Back in the 90s, author James B. Stewart used the term, blood sport, to describe American Politics. These days, gutter sport seems more apt, as candidates smear one another in personal attack ads devoid of real substance. Civility seems like a lost concept. Apparently, when you disagree, you must also be as disagreeable as possible.
Growing up we made yearly visits to my fathers family in Mississippi. His mother was one of the few members to have moved away from the area, so we were welcomed to the old home place by a multitude of great-aunts and uncles, and second cousins and their children. Aunt Hazel and Aunt Daisy still lived in the house where my great-grandparents had raised their 9 children and the house had not changed much in the intervening years. To say that it was simple is an understatement and it was my father who actually built them an indoor bathroom. Nestled deep in 600 wooded acres, it was the perfect playground for city kids.
It’s 8:35 in the morning and I am in the back of a rental truck typing this on my iPhone, and the truck keeps hitting bumps and taking steep curves somewhere in the middle of central Texas. You would think by this point I would be developing motion sickness, but instead all I can think about is how good it feels to be on this journey. No shower, no food yet, and no sleep last night, but it feels good. Really good.
The summer heat is slowly moving out and cool breezes are starting to blow. It is definitely feeling more like fall with every new day. Football is in full swing with school spirit at its annual high. Planning is almost complete for next year’s youth events calendar, and Jill and I are getting ready for the upcoming holiday season as first time parents. It is an exciting, yet stressful time filled with tradition, change, and the anticipation of the holiday season.