Hopewell Cumberland Presbyterian Church news

Hopewell Cumberland Presbyterian Church news

Posted: Thursday, September 20, 2012 6:00 pm
By: By P. Durwood Worley

This is truly a wonderful season of the year. Of course, the lack of rainfall will most likely have an adverse affect on the fall foliage.

Sunday, we missed Sandra Gardner. She was taking care of her mother, Mrs. Frances Mathis-Campbell.

In our opening assembly, Lonnie Hazlewood led us in singing “Rescue the Perishing” and “Breathe On Me.”

We had a great Sunday school lesson, titled “Faith Is Endurance,” taught by Tom McCutchen.             

In our worship hour, the congregation sang “My Faith Looks Up to Thee.”  Bro. Worley received prayer requests from the congregation. Among those submitted were the Marja Wilson family, the Roy and Nancy Herron Family, and Frances Coley. There was also a time for expressions of “Thanks, Joy, and Praise.” For special music, Larry Morgan sang “Until Then.” Bro. Worley’s scripture reading was from Mark 8:27-38. He then went to the piano and sang “Follow Me.” He preached a sermon about “Self-denial and Cross bearing.” He concluded his sermon with the story about an old missionary couple that had been working in Africa for years and were returning to New York to retire. They had no pension; their health was broken; they were weary. They discovered they were booked on the same ship as Pres. Teddy Roosevelt, who was returning from one of his big-game hunting expeditions. No one paid any attention to them. When the ship docked in New York, a band was waiting to greet the President, but no one noticed the missionary couple. They slipped off the ship and found a cheap flat on the East Side. That night the man’s spirit broke. He said to his wife, “I can’t take this, God is not treating us fairly.” His wife replied, “Why don’t you go in the bedroom and tell that to the Lord?” A short time later he came out from the bedroom, but now his face was completely different. His wife asked, “Dear, what happened?” He said, “The Lord settled it with me, I told Him how bitter I was that the President should receive this tremendous homecoming, when no one met us as we returned home. And when I finished, it seemed as though the Lord put his hand on my shoulder and simply said, ‘But child, you’re not home yet.’

After the benediction, everyone gathered in the fellowship hall for a great add-a-dish luncheon and a wonderful time of fellowship.



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