Sunday Night Reflections

We're currently studying the book of James on Sunday nights, and it sure is giving me a lot to think about. Tonight we looked at chapter 3 where James writes about taming our tongues. I really felt like the applications we looked at tonight were very relevant because we all tend to be inconsistent with our speech. May God help us!
I had a chance to visit briefly with Pastor Tim Dewey from Evangel Temple this afternoon. He was recently diagnosed with throat cancer, and just finished with his radiation treatment. I was glad to see that he was strong enough to be in his church this morning. He looks weak but seems to be doing well otherwise. He's believing God for a complete healing. Let's believe with him; please keep him in your prayers.
We're having baptisms on June 29th, and I can't wait. This is one of my favorite things to do because of the changed lives that baptisms represent. It's not too late to sign up! And now what are you waiting for? Get up, be baptized and wash your sins away, calling on his name. (Acts 22:16)
This is going to be a great week! Enjoy it!

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