Happy Wednesday, Maranatha!
MaryAnn Emmons got us thinking about kronos and kairos time during Part I of her lesson about “Seizing the Moment.” I’m looking forward to Part 2!
Big thank you to our hosts, the Meehans and Jacobys last Sunday, and the Shermans and Morgans (Debbie and Scott) this Sunday.
Birthdays:
Sept 30 Dan Blevins
Oct 3 Will Johnson
Oct 5 Denise Kilman & Nancy Morgan & Lynn Russell
Anniversaries:
Oct 1 Sharon & Tom Cox, Sandi & Scott Gardner
Oct 4 Denise and Al Klien
Oct 6 Susan and Joel Panciera
Announcements:
Janet Purinton reported that Eric Green is still in remission. His blood and marrow are clear, but there are two lesions so he’s undergoing treatment again. He will be in Little Rock for 3-4 weeks. Janet said he is very upbeat. They could use more casseroles for their freezer, so Janet will have a cooler in the classroom on Sunday to accept your food. There are only three eating, so this is a good opportunity to split a casserole. Please keep the Greens in your prayers.
Debbie Morgan announced that there are only five slots left for treats for the rest of the year! Please sign up on Sunday. And thanks to all who have provided goodies for us this year!
The Amish dinner is Oct 27 in Chouteau. It will be $13 or $14 per person, and is supposed to be quite delicious.
Downtown for Good was a great success on Saturday. Maranatha had the largest showing with 25 aside from the 33 confirmands who worked at the Methodist Manor. Thank you for your support of this wonderful event.
Gifts are being accepted during October for the Cookson Hills Christmas store. Please see the attached flyer.
The Crop Hunger Walk is Sunday, Oct 7. More details on the attached flyer.
Denny talked about the drop in class attendance over the year. Karen Campbell has been diligently contacting folks who haven’t attended for a while, but doesn’t always get a response. If you know of any reasons why some members aren’t attending, we’d love to hear it. We also want to assure you that we are quite ready to accept any constructive criticism you may have for us, so please don’t hesitate to contact Denny or I with any concerns. Maranatha is a wonderful class and it has been our honor to lead it this year. We want it to remain strong and vibrant and are happy to entertain your suggestions for keeping it so. And, of course, if you have been absent for awhile, please know that we miss you and would love to see you back in class.
Joys and Concerns:
Jim Embrey told us that his friend John Townsend was killed. Jim also has a friend who collapsed and is in critical condition with a genetic blood disorder.
Kristy Hayes told us her son totaled his motorcycle after a semi cut him off. He broke his ankle and is suffering from road rash. The highway patrol said it is a miracle he survived.
The Maddens are expecting a new grandchild in May!
Christi Luks son Brian was married in Lancaster, PA in a Mennonite church. He works on the Mars mission.
Pam Sherman’s grandson totaled his car. He is fine. But an uncle has passed away from a stroke.
Gabrielle Blankenship’s son, who works in Bio Statistics, will be working on his doctorate at MIT, and Baylor is picking up the tab!
Brenda Worthington’s brother’s wife is suffering from a brain tumor. After being in a vegetative state, she is now making progress, even eating real food.
Susan Rose told us that two of the three triplets are now nursing.
Nikki Smith experienced two accidents in a short time, one of which involved a flat tire. While she was stopped by the side of the road, a man stopped to help her change it, and then he insisted on buying her a new tire. She asks us to remember to pay it forward!
Lynn emailed that the child with plague is doing well and she thanks everyone for their prayers. She went to school last week, and will be on the Dr. Oz show.
The link to the meal schedule for Joanie Hatley is www.TakeThemAMeal.com Last name: Hatley passcode: 5410
Here’s the copy of Pam’s prayer from a couple of weeks ago:
Lord, you know better than we know ourselves that we are growing older with each passing day and will someday be old. Keep us from the fatal habit of thinking we must say something on every subject and on every occasion. Release us from craving to straighten out everybody’s affairs. Make us thoughtful but not moody. Helpful, but not bossy with our vast store of wisdom—it seems a pity not to use it all, but you know, Lord, that we want a few friends at the end.
Keep our mind free from the recital of endless details; give us wings to get to the point swiftly. Seal our lips on our aches and pains. They are increasing, and love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by. We dare not ask for grace enough to enjoy the tales of others’ pains, but help us to endure them with patience. We dare not ask for improved memory, but for a growing humility and a lessening cocksureness when our memory seems to clash with the memories of others. Teach us the glorious lesson that occasionally we may be mistaken.
Keep us reasonably sweet; we do not want to be a sour old people—some of them are so hard to live with. Give us the ability to see good things in unexpected places, and talents in unexpected people. And, give us, O Lord, the grace to tell them so. Amen.
Attributed to a 17th century nun
Lord, you know better than we know ourselves that we are growing older with each passing day and will someday be old. Keep us from the fatal habit of thinking we must say something on every subject and on every occasion. Release us from craving to straighten out everybody’s affairs. Make us thoughtful but not moody. Helpful, but not bossy with our vast store of wisdom—it seems a pity not to use it all, but you know, Lord, that we want a few friends at the end. Keep our mind free from the recital of endless details; give us wings to get to the point swiftly. Seal our lips on our aches and pains. They are increasing, and love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by. We dare not ask for grace enough to enjoy the tales of others’ pains, but help us to endure them with patience. We dare not ask for improved memory, but for a growing humility and a lessening cocksureness when our memory seems to clash with the memories of others. Teach us the glorious lesson that occasionally we may be mistaken. Keep us reasonably sweet; we do not want to be a sour old people—some of them are so hard to live with. Give us the ability to see good things in unexpected places, and talents in unexpected people. And, give us, O Lord, the grace to tell them so. Amen. Attributed to a 17th century nunLord, you know better than we know ourselves that we are growing older with each passing day and will someday be old. Keep us from the fatal habit of thinking we must say something on every subject and on every occasion. Release us from craving to straighten out everybody’s affairs. Make us thoughtful but not moody. Helpful, but not bossy with our vast store of wisdom—it seems a pity not to use it all, but you know, Lord, that we want a few friends at the end. Keep our mind free from the recital of endless details; give us wings to get to the point swiftly. Seal our lips on our aches and pains. They are increasing, and love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by. We dare not ask for grace enough to enjoy the tales of others’ pains, but help us to endure them with patience. We dare not ask for improved memory, but for a growing humility and a lessening cocksureness when our memory seems to clash with the memories of others. Teach us the glorious lesson that occasionally we may be mistaken. Keep us reasonably sweet; we do not want to be a sour old people—some of them are so hard to live with. Give us the ability to see good things in unexpected places, and talents in unexpected people. And, give us, O Lord, the grace to tell them so. Amen. Attributed to a 17th century nunLord, you know better than we know ourselves that we are growing older with each passing day and will someday be old. Keep us from the fatal habit of thinking we must say something on every subject and on every occasion. Release us from craving to straighten out everybody’s affairs. Make us thoughtful but not moody. Helpful, but not bossy with our vast store of wisdom—it seems a pity not to use it all, but you know, Lord, that we want a few friends at the end. Keep our mind free from the recital of endless details; give us wings to get to the point swiftly. Seal our lips on our aches and pains. They are increasing, and love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by. We dare not ask for grace enough to enjoy the tales of others’ pains, but help us to endure them with patience. We dare not ask for improved memory, but for a growing humility and a lessening cocksureness when our memory seems to clash with the memories of others. Teach us the glorious lesson that occasionally we may be mistaken. Keep us reasonably sweet; we do not want to be a sour old people—some of them are so hard to live with. Give us the ability to see good things in unexpected places, and talents in unexpected people. And, give us, O Lord, the grace to tell them so. Amen. Attributed to a 17th century nun
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