Robe of Achievement 2013 Nominations

Robe of Achievement 2013 Nominations The Robe of Achievement Committee of the Women’s Society is seeking nominations of a woman who is a member of a Seventh Day Baptist Church and has had an influence or contributed “beyond the limits of her own community and church.” A complete resume must be submitted containing a life history including her achievements and activities. The deadline is March 31, 2013. (No need to wait until the last minute—we’ll accept your submission any time!) If you would like to re-nominate someone whom you have nominated within the last 2 years, you do NOT have to complete a new resume form. Simply notify Karen Payne (email below) that you wish to re-nominate the person and send any updates to the previously completed resume.   Submit resumes to: Karen Payne, 13528 595th Street, Claremont, MN  55924  or Resumes may be submitted by email to karenpayne@hotmail.com A nomination form is available at...

The Gospel says WHAT??

The Gospel says WHAT?? by Katie Brown Westerly, Rhode Island   I am learning more and more that most people don’t seem to fully understand the Surrender that the Gospel requires, nor do they understand the Freedom that the Gospel gives. Some of these mistaken people are extremely religious and morally upright. They may be the nicest, most successful and “perfect” people you know. But they are exhausted. Others, unfortunately, have just given up. They “tried Jesus” but it didn’t work: “I said the prayer! I went to church! I tried and I tried and I tried and nothing changed!” Both camps never fully surrendered “self,” and both camps haven’t found the joy in knowing YOU CAN’T EARN GOD’S LOVE. Most of you, if you’ve been to church, know that Jesus died for you when you were still a sinner and by grace you were saved (Ephesians 2:5). But the text goes on to say: And this is not your own doing; it is a gift of God, not the result of works, so no one may boast. (Ephesians 2:9 ESV) You had no part in your salvation, and yet we easily forget that and think His gift is not enough! We think that we must “do something” to stay in right standing with God. And the church / fellow believers can drive that thinking sometimes. Whether we want to or not, we start focusing on, “To be a good Christian you follow the commandments… To be a good Christian you read the Bible x amount of times a day… To be a good Christian you pray like this…” For we hold [or believe] that one is justified by faith apart from the law. (Romans 3:28) No, to BE a good Christian you are saved by Jesus Christ, by faith, and you follow Him. If you start focusing on yourself and how to “work” to get closer to God then you can start to slip and get frustrated with yourself and doubt God. Paul writes to the churches in Galatia, “For freedom Christ has set us free; stand firm therefore, and do not submit to the yoke of slavery.” (Galatians 5:1) What yoke was...

Will you neglect or respond?

Will you neglect or respond?

Feb 22, 2013

Will you neglect or respond? By Katrina Goodrich Not long ago, I was working with a child who—for whatever reason—had chosen to be quite obstinate. I know she wanted to perform an activity but it could only be done with my help. Every time I tried to assist her she balked and refused to cooperate. It seemed silly for her to resist. Realizing that I could not force her to let me help, I resigned to asking her every few minutes if she was ready to accept my support and reminded her that we only had so much time to get it done. After that, she would be out of luck. I also reminded her that actions had consequences, and she probably wouldn’t be too fond of the ones that would result from her refusal to work with me. Despite all of this she still refused to cooperate. Time was up, so I moved on. She did not. She began to pitch quite a fit, stunning everyone in the vicinity. Even though I had warned her and explained what the outcome of her actions would be, she did not believe what I had told her. I laid out everything to her and she heard me, but she still would not comply. This seemed like so much foolishness to me. She had what she wanted within her grasp; all she needed to do was allow me to help and follow the rules. Yet, as ridiculous as her actions appeared to me, I find myself making the same basic mistake with even greater consequences. In Revelation 3:20 Jesus tells us that he is standing at the door knocking. If we hear and respond, letting him in, he will abide with us and we with him. According to this verse there are two things we need to do: hear and answer. Hearing him may be difficult. At any given time it seems like there are a million things to do. Chores, work, family responsibilities, and all of them seem to scream louder than Jesus does. However, I can’t use this as an excuse. If I would just stop, look, quiet myself, and listen it wouldn’t be a...

Retired Pastor Profile – David C. Pearson

Retired Pastor Profile – David C. Pearson

Feb 22, 2013

Retired Pastor Profile Name:  David C. Pearson Birthdate and place:  September 10, 1931    Amsterdam, NY “Though I received Christ at an early age and was baptized at about 12, I didn’t join a church until years later when I united with the Paint Rock SDB Church in Alabama. “I grew up in a Christian, Sabbath-keeping home. My uncle pastored a first-day church, so we attended there and also at the Schenectady (NY) Mission, an outreach of the Berlin SDB Church. Attending church on Sabbath and Sunday we practically kept both days, and I was taught to respect the day observed by others. It was not uncommon to attend seven or more services within a given week.”   Family: Married: Bettie Butler on Sept. 20, 1953 Children: Deborah and Joanna Grandchildren: 10   Education: 1949 Wilbur H. Lynch High School, Amsterdam, NY 1953 BA in Religion, Bob Jones University, Greenville, SC 1959 Gordon Divinity School, South Hamilton, MA– some classes 1972 MA in Religion, Eastern Baptist Theological Seminary, Philadelphia, PA   Ministry Experience: SDB Churches Paint Rock, AL (1953) Berea and Middle Island, WV (1953-54) Richburg, NY (1965-66) Marlboro, NJ (1966, student supply) Plainfield, NJ (1977-79) Paint Rock, AL (1979) Memphis, TN (1989–95) SDB Boards and Agencies SDB Missionary in Malawi, Africa (1954–65, 1967–76, 1979–88) Other Teacher, Makapwa Bible College, Malawi (1997, 2000-01) Chapel services, Floyd Medical Center (2003–present)   Non-Ministry Experience: Maintenance, National Cotton Council (1989–96) Court-Appointed Special Advocate (1999–2005) Favorite Author: Saint John the Gospel writer   Retirement Location: Aragon, GA   Retirement Activities: Local senior’s group, morning walks to keep in shape, clerk for the Metro Atlanta SDB Church, working with tools in home shop, keeping in touch with friends in Malawi. Bettie also wrote a book, A Hundredfold: Memories of Missionary Life in Africa (available from the...

March comes but once a year—thankfully

March comes but once  a year—thankfully

Feb 22, 2013

March comes but once a year—thankfully   Most of my friends know I hate March. For me, living through that month in Wisconsin is akin to eating pizza every morning for 31 days—pizza topped with moldy cheese and raw squid sprinkled with lint. Every year, I long for April like Romeo longed for Juliet. The NIV Bible mentions snow 23 times; 21 times in the Old Testament and two in the New Testament. It also mentions frost, rain, hail, and ice. “[God] spreads the snow like wool and scatters the frost like ashes” (Psalm 147:16). “Have you entered the storehouses of the snow or seen the storehouses of the hail?” (Job 38:22). “Does the rain have a father? …From whose womb comes the ice? Who gives birth to the frost from the heavens when the waters become hard as stone, when the surface of the deep is frozen?” (Job 38:28-30). March—with its maddening mix of rain and fog, and gloomy days decorated with dirty snow and ice—chills my soul as well as my body. By the time March arrives, Thanksgiving and Christmas are distant memories. No more warm family gatherings around tables brimming with food and friendly conversation. No more homes filled with the delightful fragrance of pine needles, cinnamon-scented candles, and freshly-baked Christmas cookies. The spirit-lifting words and melodies of “Silent Night” and “Joy to the World” no longer waft from church steeples. The twinkling, colorful lights that once turned neighborhoods into miniature glowing villages, are dark once again. March squats on my front steps like a lonely, shaggy dog. It wants to enter my house, but I fight the urge to let it in. Near the end of March, I sit by the fireplace sipping hot chocolate, curled up on our couch like a contented cat. Tiny spheres of sleet tap on our windows. It’s like Old Man Winter, waning fast, is drumming his thin, icy fingers on the panes, trying to get my attention. “I’m still here,” he taunts. I ignore his desperate attempts to get me to notice him one last time. Instead, I’m already thinking of April and the joy it holds. Occasionally, the sun peeks through March’s drab curtain....