When a person is down and out, feeling sorry for himself or herself, and wondering if life is worth living after all, it’s a grace to meet others who are in a similar situation but have a completely different response to it.
I cannot pretend that I have a huge fan club chomping at the bit to read, report, record, and otherwise recall every word that falls from my mind to my computer to print in Tidelines, but I do receive email messages from folks who are interested in how I got started doing this column.
Zion Hill plans men’s program
Zion Hill Missionary Baptist Church, 2000 Zion Hill Road in Bolivia will host a men’s empowerment program, Men in Black, at 4 p.m. Sunday, July 10. Guest minister will be the Rev. Marcus Gause of Cedar Grove Missionary Baptist Church in Supply. Musical services will be rendered by The Johnson Family.
A few weeks ago, I wrote a column that focused on the difference between healing and curing. Hubby Dear gave his approval and stated readers would surely be affected positively.
While I believe the column offered an accurate assessment, it is also likely I was whistling in my personal darkness so I would not be afraid.
I did not want to be drawn into the fearful bleakness that might bring pain in its wake. I did not want to be dragged into the catacombs of medicine where call bells are pushed, promises are made and waiting for results is inevitable.
Zion Baptist plans jubilee
Zion Baptist Church, 2668 Whiteville Road NW in Ash, will host the Brunswick Gospel Jubilee beginning at 7 p.m. Friday, July 8. Refreshments will follow in the fellowship hall. Come and enjoy the songs about Jesus and fellowship with other Christians. Call Billy Hill at 209-4927.
Interestingly, I received a message containing the African proverb, “When a mountain is in your path, do not sit at its foot and cry. Get up and climb it.”
Meant as encouragement, the statement came to me precisely at the moment when my personal mountain of pain and disability had me prostrate at its foot crying my heart out. Discouragement and despair marked my waking moments and disturbed what little sleep I could muster. All was not well, no matter the empowering words I had been given. On this day, I could not receive them.