Through the night the figure ran;
Avoiding obstacles, dodging dangers,
Ever watching for the one thing,
The terrible, minute thing,
That would halt his flight.
The feet slap the ground,
Feeling the objects beneath them.
Toes clinching to keep the balance;
Knees flexed to absorb the shock;
Muscles coiling and uncoiling.
The eyes search the pathway ahead;
Darting from side to side;
Straining to see the distant Goal;
The object of the pace,
The reason to be running.
Silhouetted in the early morning light,
The runner runs, keeping the rhythm,
Breathing deep the new day’s air;
Feeling the mist rising up in his face;
Pushing him onward with renewed vigor.
On his face is the look of innocence;
The look of a little boy going to play, but too
Excited to stop at any one thing; touching
Each thing only briefly, and then running on
To something else.
As the sun lights the way, He finds reserve
Strength; A sense of confidence and courage
The goal is still ahead, waiting, and he sure
He has the power to reach it.
Now the noon day sun beats upon him,
He Thinks of the distance he’s covered, all the
Things he’s touched ever so lightly. he
Thinks of the times he might have
Stopped; times of beauty and peace and meaning.
The path way seems twisted–strange.
Has he passed this way before?
Is there a goal, or was it missed?
An elusive dream,Calling a fool, a promise never to be kept.
The shoulders droop as evening falls;
The Eyes no longer look for surprises;
The Pathway ahead seems to disappear.
He would stop and rest in the cool evening,
But he’s become the victim of his running.
Into the night black as death he runs.
Memories of past moments fog his mind–
The goal, childhood, growing, the goal–
Education, God, love, marriage, children,
Love… All lost somewhere in the past
Because he didn’t stop running.
How many miles–even light years, exist
Between a touch?
We see with our eyes,
We hear with our ears,
Even feel with our Hearts;
but we do not touch.
We each stand in isolation, perceiving like
Wise men or fools what goes on around
Us. Hoping that our self imposed
Loneliness will in some way tell others
That we are Strong.
Like islands we stand,
Surrounded by many currents;
Each one pulling at our beachhead;
Dragging us outward,
As though attempting by erosion
To take away our solitude.
I see you, brother, I see your seclusion,
I even Touch your hand— That low level
Communication we call a hand shake, but I
Never really touch you.
I see you, Sister, I feel your heartache and I
Smile knowingly; Wanting to reach out, to
Stop you in flight; to offer my arms as a Refuge.
In the office, in the home, in the church, on
The street, we meet, we greet, but we each
Stand apart. Hiding within our inner selves,
The fear that keeps us from touching.
What value– the holy kiss? Ah yes, the very
Thought arouses suspicion. Did that ancient
Man, inspired of God, Demand of you and of
Me– a hand shake? Or does he require a
Willingness for me to be drawn into you and
You to me?
How many hearts could be healed;
How many years passed by;
How many tears of joy shed;
How many lives united;
From a simple embrace
And a single touch?
THOSE TO SERVE IN SEPTEMBER*
Announcements: NOTE: The Song Leader
will lead the congregation in the call toWorship and the first song.*Serve Communion: Nick Bolin
Usher: Erma Williams
Communion Care: Williams & Bolin
1-Scott Blessing Susan Jordan
8-Del Bolin Susan Jordan
15-Karen Branch Susan Jordan
22-Scott Blessing Susan Jordan
29-Del Bolin Susan Jordan
1-Wayne Flora Alisa Flora
8 -Wayne Flora Alisa Flora
15-Wayne Flora Alisa Floa
22-Wayne Flora Alisa Flora
29-Wayne Flora Alisa Flora
*This is a summer list. If you can’t serve, contact Erma Williams
RONALD MCDONALD HOUSE
Connie Crotes–Holly Wagner & the Flora’s
13-Joanne Elder 25-Mark McRoy
25 Judy McWhorter
29 Ann Claris “AC” Fuller
CONCERNS: Jim Washington, friend of Laura Schreiner, is on heart transplant list. Laura Schreiner has COPD. Continue to pray for Don & Sheri Blackwell spine injury recovery back home in South-haven, MS. Teryn Gaynor’s mother’s and Continued prayers for Joni Beach’s niece, Jamie Cole. Jo Wagner’s sister, Judy Powell throat Cancer. Asking for prayers for Donte McCadden, a young father with CF..Former members, Ray and Debbie Reiss’ son-in law, David, brain Cancer Treatment. Deanna McRoy has a kind of cancer that can return at any time. Debbie McRoy’s cousin, Linda Alsup health issues along with husband, Prentice recurring cancer.
ALSO REMEMBER: Bill Albert, Jim Hunter Joni & Alan Beach’s fathers, Gary Overstreet, Bill Albert, Jim Hunter, Sheila Jansen and daughter, Amber Weaver, Marjorie Wilson, Melanie Gentry, Wayne Phlegar, Jim and Mary Smith and Tim Elder.
Bible Study: 9:30 AM
Sunday Worship: 10:30 AM
Wednesday Evening: 7:00 PM
CHURCH WORK DAY
Mark your Calendar for September 7th. The next plan work day is from 9am through Noon. The accomplishments are beginning to be visible. Thanks to all who have been working hard to make improvements to the church building.
To Delmas Bolin for last Sunday’s message. “Bringing the Gospel to Athens and Corinth” Thank you, Del for your time and coordination of this message. It was enjoyed by all.
A organ that was donated to the church years ago was worth a thousand dollars at that time. The Organ needs tender loving care. It has been in storage for many years. The organ is a Gram & Son rhythm 2. See Keith or Joanne if interested.
The Sunday morning class is now in the book of Ephesians. Come and join in.
PIG ROAST We had a great time at the Annual Pig Roast. Thanks to Keith and everyone that helped him make this Pig Roast a very special event!
There’s always room for you. Please come join us on Wednesday for our weekly supper and bible study starting at 6pm. We’re studying The Corinthian letters.
FEEDING AMERICA Peanut butter is the number one needed item for Feeding America. It can be used all year. Drop a jar off on the foyer table. Thank you for helping our community!
The baptistry has been cleaned and filled with fresh and treated water.