Denton 1st SDA Church
November 2005
Volume 9,
Issue. 5
Just off I-10 in Benson ,AZ is an SDA church; this Elder preached, raised his children, his son now runs his ranch; Flying Horseshoe, in many years we had potlucks every Sabbath so that the "Snow Birds" that come in from Northern States would not have to buy Lunch (the people in town would tell him that you do business on Sabbath; your people eat in our restaurant); each Sabbath the announcement would be made; everyone is invited to stay for pot luck. It is almost 100 miles to Tucson, 55 to Tombstone, and the Military base for communications for the world is 70 miles South in Sierra Vista. The church would swell from 35 members to hundred or so. The members would pray and hold their appetites until everyone was fed. This is jut background for the poem; Clifton Comstock is still attending there.
The Perfect Church
I think that I shall
never see
|A church that’s all it ought to be;
A church whose members never stray
Beyond the straight and narrow way.
A church that has not empty pews,
Whose pastor never has the blues.
A church whose deacons always seek,
And none is pious, and all are meek;
Where gossips never peddle lies,
Or make complaints, or criticize;
Where all are always sweet and kind.
And all to other faults are blind.
Such perfect churches these may be,
But I know none of them,
But still we’ll work, and pray and plan
To make our won the best we can.
Author Unknown
1010 Illustrations, Poems and Quotes
Submitted by Foxine Peck
Words from God
And walk in love, as
Christ also hath loved us, and hath given himself for us an offering and
sacrifice to God for a sweet smelling savor.
Speaking to yourselves in
psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your
heart to the Lord; For we are members of his body, of his flesh, and of his
bones.
Ephesians 5:2,19,30