Elvis Presley - You'll Never Walk Alone

He's Alive by Dolly Parton

Dolly Parton, In the Sweet By and By - Scenic South Carolina

One minute sermon! u gotta see, Inspirational!!!!

Red Skelton's Pledge of Allegiance

John Wayne "America - Why I Love Her"

Ragged Old Flag

"If I Die Before You Wake" Tribute to Armed Forces

THE LORDS PRAYER

Celtic Woman-Away In A Manger

Chloe Agnew / Celtic Woman - ''White Christmas''

Celtic Woman-Silent Night

O Come All Ye Faithful - Celtic Woman

Little Drummer Boy - Celtic Woman

Celtic Woman / Chloe Agnew - ''O Holy Night''

Celtic Woman - A New Journey - You Raise Me Up

Billy Gilman - O Holy Night -The Night Before Christmas 2000

Twas a Night in December

’Twas a Night in December

 this goes with the video i posted i hope you all like it. this is the time to remember our loved ones who can not be home with us . they are trying to keep us safe.

 Featured Written by Jian DeLeon, Ian Graham and Navy Lt. Jennifer Cragg

WASHINGTON – Servicemembers stationed from Antarctica to Afghanistan lent their talents and time to craft a video for a poem titled "’Twas a Night in December," based on Clement Clarke Moore’s "A Visit from St. Nicholas," but rewritten with a military twist.
More than 40 commands around the world, representing every branch of the military service, participated.
Along with the military people who contributed to this creative effort, country music star Toby Keith introduced the video, reinforcing his long-term support for military and their families stationed around the world.
Some of the servicemembers involved in this holiday greeting were located in the most remote regions in the world. For example, Air Force Capt. Graydon Muller of 6th Special Operations Squadron and Air Force Capt. Rob Marshall of the 8th Special Operations Squadron departed Nov. 24 to climb Vinson Massif, the highest mountain in Antarctica. Muller and Massif took time away from their climb to speak a few lines for the video.
Other servicemembers from Afghanistan, Germany, Iraq, Italy, Pakistan and throughout the United States participated in making the video. In fact, people on six out of the world's seven continents took part. The video was produced by Defense Media Activity’s emerging media directorate.

’Twas a Night in December
’Twas a night in December and all over the world,
At bases and stations where our flag flies unfurled,
The Holiday season had long since commenced,
And spread its spirit of cheer through the Department of Defense.
Combat boots sat at ease by the fence line with care,
In hopes that a return date soon would be there.
At home, loved ones slept sound in their beds,
With visions of troops coming home in their heads.
As Moms perform night patrols, and Dads conduct checks,
A long winter’s nap is the last thing they expect.
When out on the tarmac arose such a clatter,
Soldiers and sailors sprang up to see what was the matter.
Away to the deck, they hustled, they dashed,
Some ran through a passageway, one opened a hatch.
In Antarctica, moonlight shimmered on the snow,
A sliver of light shown on the objects below.
And what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But letters and packages bundled with care.
Yet it wasn’t just there that we saw these things land,
We received them as well, here in Afghanistan!
They were packaged so well that they could withstand,
The harsh desert winds full of Iraqi sand.
Onto Nicaragua with volcanoes and lakes,
Padded so carefully that nothing would break
Addressed from our family and friends we hold dear,
With Holiday greetings and a "Wish You Were Here!"
We lined up and claimed them, with smiles ear-to-ear,
Every person overcome with Holiday cheer.
Your support and your thoughts are the best possible gift,
We send you our thanks for giving our spirits such a lift.
Thanks from the National Guard
Thanks from the Army,
Thanks from the Navy,
Thanks from the Marines,
Thanks from the Air Force,
Thanks from the Coast Guard,
We want you to know how much this gift means.
In our eyes you’re super, and we mean A-OK.
We will do our duty and keep defending our freedom,
And wish you and yours the very best this Holiday season!

Dec. 15, 2010: By Jian DeLeon, Ian Graham and Navy Lt. Jennifer Cragg, Emerging Media, Defense Media Activity

"If I Die Before You Wake" Tribute to Armed Forces

'Twas The Night Before Jesus Came

Written by Dianne Frances Donenfeld in 1988.

'Twas the night before Jesus came
And all through the house
Not a creature was praying, not one in the house.
Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care,
In hopes that Jesus would not come there.

The children were dressing to crawl into bed,
not once ever kneeling or bowing a head.
And Mom in her rocker with baby on her lap,
Was watching The Late Show while I took a nap.

When out of the East there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!

When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.
With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray,
I knew in a moment that this must be The Day.

The light of His face made me cover my head;
It was Jesus!  Returning just like he said.
And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth,
I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.

In the Book of Life which He held in His hand
Was written the name of every saved man.
He spoke not a word as He searched for my name,
When He said "It's not here" my head hung in shame.

The people whose names had been written with love
He gathered to take to His Father above.
With those who were ready He rose without a sound
While all the rest were left standing around.

I fell to my knees, but it was too late;
I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate.
I stood and cried as they rose out of sight;
Oh, if only I had been ready tonight.

In the words of this poem the meaning is clear;
The coming of Jesus is drawing near.
There's only one life and when comes the last call,
We'll find that the Bible was true after all!

Written by Dianne Frances Donenfeld in 1988.Submitted by a visitor several years ago.
We were advised of the author in December 2007. Thank you!

'Twas The Night Before Christmas

A Christmas Poem by Pastor Jim Kamerer

'Twas the night before Christmas and as I looked round my tent,
I couldn't believe all the money I'd spent
For trains and dolls, for trinkets and toys
Some for the girls and some for the boys.
I looked round once more to be sure things were right;
The kids were all in bed for the night.
I set up the track for the train I bought Ted,
The train went round twice and the battery went dead.
I put on my cap, my gloves, and my coat;
I went to Ames and over to Zayre.
You guess it my friend, no batteries there!
As I left the store a thought came to me,
I had one in the remote of the color TV.
Well, I placed that remote in my wife's favorite chair
I was ready for Christmas with hours to spare.
When out came my wife and punched that remote
And then said to me, "The TV's broke!"
So on with the coat, the gloves, and the cap
Out in the cold about ready to snap.
I went to K-Mart and stood in that line
From 8:35 'til a quarter past nine.
As I came to the checkout, my heart leaped with glee --
There was that one lonesome battery just waiting for me.
When from my behind I seen this hand slip
And grab that battery with a real tight grip.
I wheeled around and what did I see?
This giant of a man glaring down at me.
Well, I remembered an ad I had seen on TV
Buy a Big Mac, get your batteries free.
So, I bought me a burger I didn't want...
They were out of batteries, so on with hunt.
I finally found one at Servi-Star,
Paid for my purchase and made for my car.
When I entered the door of my humble shack,
My wife said, "What's this battery for I found in a sack?"
I was out there in the press, the push, and the greed
To buy me a battery I didn't even need.
At last I relaxed in my easy chair,
When this still small voice came out of somewhere.
"You're ready for Christmas with toys, tinsel, and tree
You've got it all together, but what about me?"
I fell on my knees and cried, "God, what have I done?"
I got caught up in the madness and neglected your Son.
The best gift of all you've given for free
Your Son, Jesus Christ, for sinners like me.
You sent Him to suffer the shame and the loss,
To shed his life's blood for me on the cross.
Well friend, I'll never forget ere I rest 'neath the sod,
The the greatest of gifts if given by God.

A Soldiers Silent Night

Kenny Rogers and Wynonna Judd - Mary, did you know?

Peasall sisters - Where no one stands alone

Peasall Sisters- The Old Church yard

One minute sermon! u gotta see, Inspirational!!!!

The Visitor

 One particular Sunday we had a visitor in our church.  He arrived early, parked his car, and got out.
Another car pulled up near him, and the driver told him, "I always park there.
You took my place!"
The visitor went inside for Sunday School, found an empty seat, and sat down. A young lady from the church approached him and stated,
"That's my seat!
You took my place!"
The visitor was somewhat distressed by this rude welcome, but said nothing.
After Sunday School, the visitor went into the church sanctuary and sat down. Another member walked up to him and said,
"That's where I always sit.
You took my place!"
The visitor was even more troubled by this treatment, but still said nothing.
Later, as the congregation was praying for Christ to dwell among them, the visitor stood, and his appearance began to change. Horrible scars became visible on his hands and on his sandaled feet.
With the changes becoming more and more apparent to all in the church.  Someone from the congregation called out,
 "What happened to you?"
The visitor replied,
"I took your place."

Loretta Lynn and Conway Twitty-God Bless America Again.

Old Barns and Old People

Chose the High Road

by Jill Lemming

When faced with life's uncertainties, we have a choice to make... We can suffer with anxiety, or choose which road to take. Let's choose to take the high road where God is waiting there... To bind our hearts together as one body, joined in prayer. We can face what life delivers, as long as we are strong... And trust that God will lead us to the place where we belong. We can find the right perspective and unite in one accord... If we keep our hands together and our eyes fixed on the Lord

Feeling The Power of Prayer

 This story was written by a doctor who worked in  Africa.

 

One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do she died leaving us with a tiny premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator. (We had no electricity to run an incubator.) We also had no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts.
One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst. Rubber perishes easily in tropical climates. "And it is our last hot water bottle!" she exclaimed.
As in the West it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways.
"All right," I said, "put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. "Your job is to keep the baby warm."
The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby.
I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle. The baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died.
During the prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. "Please, God," she prayed, "send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon."
While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she continued by adding, "And while You are at it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl, so she'll know that You really love her?"
As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, "Amen?" ! I just did not believe that God could do this.
Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything.
The Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there?


The only way God could answer would be for a package to arrive from the homeland.
I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived near the equator!
Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the verandah, was a large twenty-two pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting.
Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored.
Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas-that would make a batch of buns for the weekend. Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the.....could it really be? I grasped it and pulled it out -- yes, a brand-new, rubber hot water bottle, I cried.
I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could. Ruth was in the front row of, the children. She rushed forward, crying out, "If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!"
Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted. Looking up at me, she asked: "Can I go over with you, Mummy, and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?"
That parcel had been on the way for five whole months. Packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child-five months before -- in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it "that afternoon."

HE WILL CARRY YOU by SCOTT WESLEY BROWN with lyrics

Kari Jobe - Revelation Song

Why Jesus? .... Because

Angels Among Us Video Tribute

Daddy, Where You Going?

"I saw Jesus Waving The Stars And Stripes" by Jim Owen

FALL REVIVAL

Fall Revival is scheduled for November  7-10 with Rev.Scott McKinney of Wrens Baptist Church preaching. Sunday Morning Rev. Tony Key will be preaching. Make plans to attend. There will be two additional prayer meetings scheduled for this Revival. The dates are Monday, October 25th and Thursday November 4th.

Everyone is Welcome, So come one, come all. Let's enjoy the Lord together.

The Source Of My Light

The Source Of My Light

© By Anonymous


Jesus is our guiding light
He guides our path through day and night
He never wants to see us fall
and he answers every time when we call
In a world so full of sin and sorrow
Jesus gives us hope for tomorrow
Have the ways of this world got you down?
and you can't do anything but frown?
so next time you think of God and all his might
take time and thank him for being your guiding light

My Savior Wears Jeans

My Savior Wears Jeans

© By Anonymous


When I finally pass away some day,
I can merely hope and pray
That I will gaze upon Christ.
Though he is constantly depicted in free flowing robes of white,
That is not the Savior I expect to see in my sights,
No, that image simply is not right.
My Savior wears jeans.

Yes, He wears jeans, an opinion I refuse to deny,
And if you need reassurance you only need to look toward the sky,
And gaze at the intricate shades of blue.

His jeans are long, battered, tattered, and torn.
They've been stained with blood, tears, and sweat since before I was born.
The blue varies through fades, and prices He's paid.
The most appealing part of the jeans are the many splotches of bleach,
>From where He has tried to reach and teach,
As He walks to and fro,
Cleaning the coats, of those whom He knows.
And I will be the one of the first to confide,
That those stains on his jeans will stay there with pride,
No matter how much He uses Clorox 2 or Tide,
Because the blotches we see is from where He's lived, thrived, and died,
And eventually risen days after making his crucial decision.
Yes, it is true, I can see through the blue, my Savior wears jeans.

The Letter

The Letter

© By Anonymous


Dear God,
I write this note to you because I love you so,
you gave me strength to make it,
there’s some things that you should know.
I will do my best to use my time I have down here on earth,
to fill my life with meaning with godliness and worth,
to love all of my brothers and do the best I can,
to open up my heart to them and lend a helping hand.
to spread the word to all concerned so that they might survive,
work very hard for everyone to keep their souls alive.
I'll read the good book daily plant the seeds on fertile ground,
and anyone who sees my face will know the joy I've found.
I'll sing to you my praises give you thanks throughout the day,
I'll walk around the world for you somehow I'll find a way.
and when this world has ended and you make your final call,
I know you'll take me home amidst the beauty of it all.
Love Always
your Children.

WHY

I often wonder how much better our country would be if we took care of ourselves first.


We're "broke" & can't help our own Seniors, Veterans, Orphans, Homeless etc.,????????? 

In the last month we have provided aid to Haiti , Chile , and Turkey .
Our retired seniors living on a 'fixed income'receive no aid or get any breaks while our government and religious organizations pour Hundreds of Millions of $$$$$'s and Tons of Food to Foreign Countries!
We have hundreds of adoptable children who are shoved aside to make room for the adoption of foreign orphans.
USA a country where we have homeless without shelter, children going to bed hungry, elderly going without 'needed' meds, and mentally ill without treatment -etc,etc.
YET...................

They have a 'Benefit' for the people of Haiti on 12 TV stations, ships and planes lining up with food, water, tents clothes, bedding, doctors and medical supplies.
Imagine if the *GOVERNMENT*  gave 'US' the same support they give to other countries.
Sad isn't it?

The Pledge of Allegiance - Under God Explained, Red Skelton

IN GOD WE TRUST (ORIGINAL MUSIC VIDEO)

Ragged Old Flag

BIBLICAL PRAYER

UNEXPECTED VISITOR

GOOD MORNING!!! I HAD AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR THIS MORNING. HE ARRIVED EARLY, SAT DOWN WITH ME AND CHATTED FOR A WHILE ABOUT HOW THINGS WERE CURRENTLY GOING FOR ME IN MY LIFE. AFTER VERY CAREFULLY AND COMPASSIONATELY LISTENING TO ALL THAT I HAD TO SAY, HE SAW THE STRESS ON MY FACE AND THE TEARS IN MY EYES. HE STOOD UP, WALKED OVER TO ME, LEANED OVER AND GENTLY HELD ME FOR AWHILE BECAUSE I WAS HAVING A REALLY BAD MORNING. THEN, AFTER REASSURING ME NOT TO WORRY, THAT EVERYTHING WOULD WORK OUT FOR ME AND BE JUST FINE, HE ASKED ME IF I KNEW OF ANYONE ELSE THAT COULD USE A VISIT FROM HIM I IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT OF YOU MY FRIEND. I GAVE HIM YOUR NAME AND TOLD HIM WHERE YOU LIVED. HE GAVE ME ANOTHER REASSURING HUG, THANKED ME AND I WALKED WITH HIM TO MY FRONT DOOR. HE TOLD ME THAT HE WAS ON HIS WAY TO YOUR PLACE. When He gets to your PC, escort Him to the next stop. Please don't allow Him to sleep on your PC. The message He is carrying is very important and needs to go around. I asked him to bless you and yours with peace, happiness and abundance. Say a prayer, and then pass Him on to bless others as I sent Him on to bless you. Our assignment is to spread love, respect and kindness throughout the world.