I Shall Not Be Afraid…

10 Commandments… Hillbilly Style

I just got this email from one of my parishioners… I like the way it gets right to the point.

The Hillbilly’s Ten Commandments
(posted on the wall at Cross Trails Church in Gainesboro, TN)
(1) Just one God
(2) Put nothin’ before God
(3) Watch yer mouth
(4) Git yourself to Sunday meetin’
(5) Honor yer Ma & Pa
(6) No killin’
(7) No foolin’ around with another fellow’s gal
(8) Don’t take what ain’t yers
(9) No tellin’ tales or gossipin’
(10) Don’t be hankerin’ for yer buddy’s stuff

How Much Are We Worth?

I’m still new enough to the MULTIPLY world that I just found out that I can post something I saw and liked from someone else’s site. With that newfound power in hand, I want to share a phenomenal post from my sister’s friend, Danny, about our worth and value. Well written and well-researched! I don’t (yet) know Danny personally, but he’s right on the money!

Enjoy!

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Gone From My Sight

My Uncle Roddy (Rod Fuller) died unexpectedly on Sunday. I went to attend his funeral yesterday and was asked if I would participate in the service by my aunt. I ended up sharing a poem that I first found when I entered ministry about 12 years ago. This has become one of my favorite, non-Scripture, funeral resources… It is the image that has been most helpful to me…

Gone From My Sight

by Henry Van Dyke

I am standing upon the seashore.

A ship, at my side,

spreads her white sails to the moving breeze

and starts for the blue ocean.

She is an object of beauty and strength.

I stand and watch her until, at length,

she hangs like a speck of white cloud

just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then, someone at my side says,

“There, she is gone.”

Gone where? Gone from my sight. That is all.

She is just as large in mast, hull and spar

as she was when she left my side.

And, she is just as able to bear her load

of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me — not in her.

And, just at the moment when someone says, “There, she is gone,”

there are other eyes watching her coming,

and other voices ready to take up the glad shout,

“Here she comes!”

And that is dying…