Once again, we are back. If you are one of the lucky people who is privileged to own a computer and have Facebook and Gmail, you are indeed blessed if you can just keep them running. For the third week, mine has been out, so I went visiting someone with internet to write this report.
Our February meeting was called to order by our president, Virginia Murphree, who also had the devotion. This was a play on the words of the famous ’Twas the Night Before Christmas that we see a lot at Christmas time. But this devotion is one that we can remember and do to learn just how we ought to feel about serving God.
“Twas the Night Before Jesus Came, and all through the house, not a creature was praying, not one in the house. Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care in hopes that Jesus would not be there. The children were dressed to crawl into bed, not once ever kneeling or bowing a head. And Mom in her rocker with baby on her lap, was watching the Late Show while I took a nap.
“When out of the East there came such a clatter, I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash! When what to my wondering eyes should appear with Angels proclaiming Jesus was here. With a light like the sun sending forth the bright ray, I knew in a moment this must be THE DAY.
“The light of his face made me cover my head; it was Jesus returning like He had said. And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth, I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself. In the Book of Life which He held in His hand was written the name of every saved man. He spoke not a word as He searched for my name, when He said ‘It’s not here’ my head hung in shame. The people whose names had been written in love, He gathered to take to His Father above.
“With those who were ready, He rose without a sound, while all the rest were left standing around. I fell to my knees but it was too late, I had waited too late, I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate. I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight, oh, if only I had been ready tonight. In the words of this poem the meaning is clear; the coming of Jesus is drawing near.
“There’s only one life, and when comes the last call, we’ll find the Bible was true after all.”
This is something we all should think about every day. If we miss that last call, we have no hope left.
Our fruit baskets this month went to Floyd Simmons, Buddy Kiihnl and R.P. Newman. We sure hope these folks know that we are concerned about them and we pray for their well-being.
Alisha Pittman gave our last monthly report. We have to do this because many of us have memories like old folks.
We also discussed our next Christmas party and the people we will have to entertain us. More on that later on.
Then we went to one of the favorite activities, refreshments.
