- Boy, we got hit hard by the flu at Solid Rock Church. We had several people who weren't in church today because of the flu and other ailments. I think some people have gotten the flu twice this season. Let's pray it'll all be over soon.
- Today was the second week of 3:16, our current series. I'm really enjoying this in-depth look at a very common verse in the Bible. I think we're all guilty at one time or another of glossing over the passages that are more common to us, and looking for something "new" and different. But as Max Lucado says, we need to return to the truth found in John 3:16.
- Several of us made a commitment to memorize Ephesians 3:16-19, one of the passages we read during this morning's sermon. I'd like for us to recite it Sunday morning. What do you think? Can we do it? Sure we can! Just don't put it off. Get to work on it early in the week. I suggest you write the passage down on index cards that you can carry in your pocket or purse throughout the week, and work on memorizing whenever you have free time throughout the week.
- We're having our monthly InterMission service this Wednesday at 7:00. InterMission is an opportunity for us to focus on the mission of our church. This Wednesday, I'll be talking about "Big Brother"--not the one from "1984", nor the reality TV show. You'll just have to be at InterMission to learn what Big Brother I'll be talking about.
- Have a great week, everyone!
November 13, 1989. 11:30 AM I had just finished my lunch in the teacher's workroom and was walking back to my classroom. I was teaching at San Jacinto Elementary in San Angelo, Texas at the time. Up until then, it had been a typical November day. As I walked past the school office, the door swung open, and a fellow teacher stepped out with a look of concern on her face. She spoke directly to me and said, “Your wife’s on the phone, and it sounds serious.” I ran into the office, took the phone, and heard my wife say, “I don’t know what happened, but your brother is on life support in a hospital in Austin.” Twelve hours later, my father and I were sharing a room in a hotel on I-35 in Austin. My sister-in-law, Sandy, and her six-year-old daughter, Araceli, were in a room across the hall. I hardly slept that night. I would doze off and suddenly wake up to my father crying and calling out my brother’s name. My brother was dead. Osiel had collapsed that morning while his h...
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