“Just” out-of-fellowship?
When I was a boy at Lincoln Lake Camp, I used to ask continually if it was possible to lose my salvation if I sinned. The answer usually included something that sounded like this, “No, Kenny, if you are genuinely saved you will sin less, but your sin will not take your salvation away, it will just break your fellowship with God. Over the years a dark distortion crept into my soul. I did not realize the weight of the tragedy of living out of fellowship with God. I didn’t realize the danger of living out of fellowship with God. I didn’t see the scandal of living out of fellowship with God. I didn’t realize how living out of fellowship with God crippled my Christian walk. It never occurred to me that a Christian out of fellowship with God is presenting to the world a horribly disfigured image of Christ, a grotesque mis-representation of the beauty of Jesus. Never, never, never learn to be satisfied with living out of fellowship with Jesus. Never.
Pray, God Is Eager To Answer
11:00 AM
Ken Pierpont; Luke 11:1-13
You Must Be Born Again
06:00 PM
Tom Harmon; Luke 18:9-14; John 3:1-7
Tom Harmon
Some new messages by Tom Harmon from Camp Barakel are on-line
. Tom will preach at Evangel on Sunday night. I hope you can join us. If you can’t attend you can listen to the message at the Evangel Baptist Church website. The hand of God is on Tom’s ministry. He is a dear friend and a blessing to the State of Michigan.
Sweet Trail
You don’t have to have a fortune to make a memory with your children or grandchildren. Kids are really not that demanding. They just want you.
In the fall of the year we visited the little village of Shipshewana, Indiana. I was speaking there for a gathering of Christians. It was a good day. The group arranged for us a nice place to stay in a local hotel. On Monday we would stroll the streets of the little burg for an hour or two before driving back to Michigan.
Between shops, on a patch of grass, an Amish man popped popcorn in a kettle over an open fire. You could smell it all up and down the street. He made up huge bags of sweet kettle-corn and sold them from a small wooden shelter. Good stuff. We bought a bag to share. Down the street we strolled each in turn taking big handfuls of the stuff.
After a while I looked back. It was a sight. All down the street behind us was a trail of popcorn. Birds darted in to pick it up but there was a trail all the way down the street. My grandsons live less than an hour from there. Someday I’m going to take them there for a stroll and a huge bag of popcorn. We’ll stroll and talk and make a memory and leave a trail of popcorn behind us and grandma will take pictures of the scene.
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