NEW ZION THEOPHILUS BAPTIST CHURCH HOUSE - INVENTORY CHURCH OTHER ON I] stove GY) Lamp re, pa bet TV RC plated coat nxack — OPO POD ss AD ON eh SK mm ee pot mA — prece colon brass Amakk chakds table RaklLy X Vedto Machine Coke Machine Tom's Snack Machine 1 30 cup coffee pot ITpunch bowl / & cups Set of & mtkk gkass Snack dishes. StAkver trays chip & dip set wooden cheese tray with knife Set of 20 towels & dish cloths — 1 refrarcgeratonr assorted dishes assorted pots & pans Long table dozen forks dozen knives dozen teaspoons desk folding charns bLack chain baby bed - no mattress Wright Water Cooler erght cup yellow coffee DONATIONS 2 Lange SanF’- Drapes 1 Ata Carpet Mas. W. M. ALLen & cuntartns - Mrs M, Carpenter Condztzonenr - Mas. Anna Campbell CLeantng - Mas. Shinley Brown PLumbing - Bro M. G. Carter & Canpentray - Bao. Wakllie Brock Cleaning - Mrs. Mrs. Jenny Setzer Chydss Fann Mrs. Selma Mrs. Powell Laymen Hutchinson COST Gate Enclosures Utah Power Ogden Caty Mountatn Coca Beez DONATIONS & Light UtrLLitu Fuek Cola Machane for Dtennenrs $594.00 31,02 16.44 50.07 31.25 30.00 $757.78 Mas. Shinley Broun Ms. Shanrdek Spurnele Mas. Lakkzan Matthews Mas. Mrs. Mrs. Wallace Mae $231.50 90.00 +, 00 AkLen Modestane Carpenter Selma Hutchinson $336.50 THANKS TO BROTHER WILLIE B. DANIELS Our Finst Dinner Cook THANKS TO ALL OF YOU WHO BOUGHT DINNERS CATFISH WILL BE ON THE MENU FOR OUR NEXT DINNER, NAY 19, 1985 Respectfully DuLa Baock Sumitted, 2.00 5.00 5.00 MODERN SCHOLARS SAYS AFRICANS PLAYED MAJOR ROLE IN SCRIPTURES 1.. THE QUEEN OF SHEBA: THE QUEEN WHO VISITED KING SOLOMON AND MARVELED AT HIS WISDOM, WAS QUEEN OF ETHIOPIA AND EGYPT. SCRIPTURES: I KINGS 10:1; II CHRONICLES 9:1; ST. MATTHEW 12:42. 2. Zipporah: she was Moses’ Cushite wife and daughter of Jethro. Scripture: numbers 12:1. 3. Ebed-Melech, the Ethiopian eunuch saved the life of Jeremiah, the prophet. Scriptures Jermiah 38:7-13; 39:16. 4. Ethiopian Eunuch: This unnamed Eunuch received a spiritual conversion and a better understanding of the Scriptures after speaking with Philip. Scriptures: Acts 8:26-40. 5. Hagar: She was Sarah’s Egyptian handmaiden, who eventually had Abraham’s first son, Ishamel. Scriptures: Gen. 16:1 & 3: 21-9. 6. Pharaoh Tirharkah: He was an Ethiopian King. Scripture II King 19:9. 7. Asenath: She was the Egyptian wife of Joseph, given to him by the Pharaoh. Joseph had two sons, Manessah and Ephraim. Scripture: Gen 41:45. Asenath and Sattiewhite, Alice Subject: A "Cracked FW: The Cracked Pot Pot' A water bearer in India had two large pots. Each hung on opposite ends of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water in his master's house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. "| am ashamed of myself,” it said, "and | want to apologize to you." "Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?" "I have been able for the past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack.in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said. The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compasion he said, "As we return to the master's house, want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path. Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure. The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path? Everyday while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them. for two years | have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house.” | Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're cracked pots. But if we allow it, the Lord will use our flaws to grace His Father's table. In God's great economy, nothing goes to waste. So as we seek ways to minister together, and as God calls you to the tasks He has appointed for you, don't be afraid of your flaws. Acknowledge them and allow Him to take advantage of them, and you too can be the cause of beauty in His pathway. Go out boldly, knowing that in our weaknesses we find His strength, and that "In Him every one of God's promises is a Yes." TEAC Late one Christmas Eve, | sank back, tired, but content, into my easy chair. The kids were in bed, the gifts were wrapped, the milk and cookies waited by the fireplace for Santa. As | sat back admiring the tree with its decorations, | couldn't help feeling that something important was missing. It wasn't long before the tiny twinkling tree lights lulled me to sleep. | don't know how long | slept, but all of a sudden | knew that | wasn’t alone. | opened my eyes, and you can imagine my surprise when | saw Santa Claus himself, standing next to my Christmas tree. He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot just as the poem described him, but he was not the "jolly old elf" of Christmas legend. The man who stood before me looked sad and disappointed. And there were tears in his eyes. "Santa, what's wrong?" | asked, "Why are you crying?” "It's the children," Santa replied sadly. "But Santa, the children love you," | said. "Oh, | know they love me, and they love the gifts | bring them," Santa said, "but the children of today seem to have somehow missed out on the true spirit of Christmas. It's not their fault. It's just that the adults, many of them not having been taught themselves, have forgotten to teach the children.” "Teach them what?” | asked. Santa's kind old face became soft, more gentle. His eyes began to shine with something more than tears. He spoke softly. "Teach the children the true meaning of Christmas. Teach them that the part of Christmas we can see, hear, and touch is much more than meets the eye. Teach them the symbolism behind the customs and traditions of Christmas which we now observe. Teach them what it is they truly represent.” Santa reached into his bag and pulled out a tiny Christmas tree and set it on my mantle. "Teach them about the Christmas tree. Green is the second color of Christmas. The stately evergreen, with its unchanging color, represents the hope of eternal life in Jesus. Its needles point heavenward as a reminder that mankind's thoughts should turn heavenward as well.” Santa reached into his bag again and pulled out a shiny star and placed it at the top of the small tree. "The star was the heavenly sign of promise. God promised a Savior for the world and the star was the sign of the fulfillment of that promise on the night that Jesus Christ was born. Teach the children that God always fulfills His promises, and that wise men still seek Him.” "Red," said Santa, "is the first color of Christmas." "He pulled forth a red ornament for the tiny tree. Red is deep, intense, vivid. It is the color of the life-giving blood that flows through our veins. It is the symbol of God's greatest gift. Teach the children that Christ gave his life and shed his blood for them that they might have eternal life. When they see the color red, it should remind them of that most wonderful gift.” ty a Santa found a silver bell in his pack and placed it on the tree. "Just as lost sheep are guided to safety by the sound of the bell, it continues to ring today for all to be guided to the fold. Teach the children to follow the true Shepherd, who gave His life for the sheep.” Santa placed a candle on the mantle and lit it. The soft glow from its one tiny flame brightened the room. "The glow of the candle represents how people can show their thanks for the gift of God's son that Christmas Eve long ago. Teach the children to follow in Christ's footsteps...to go about doing good. Teach them to let their light so shine before people that all may see it and glorify God. This is what is symbolized when the twinkle lights shine on the tree like hundreds of bright, shining candles, each of them representing one of God's precious children, their light shining for all to see.” Again Santa reached into his bag and this time he brought forth a tiny red and white striped cane. As he hung it on the tree he spoke softly. "The candy cane is a stick of hard white candy. White to symbolize the virgin birth and sinless nature of Jesus, and hard to symbolize the Solid Rock the foundation of the church, and the firmness of God's promises. The candy cane is in the form of a "J" to represent the precious name of Jesus, who came to earth. It also represents the Good Shepherd's crook, which He uses to reach down into the ditches of the world to lift out the fallen lambs who, like all sheep, have gone astray. The original candy cane had three small red stripes, which are the stripes of the scourging Jesus received by which we are healed, and a large red stripe that represents the shed blood of Jesus, so that we can have the promise of eternal life. Teach these things to the children.” Santa brought out a beautiful wreath made of fresh, fragrant greenery tied with a bright red bow. "The bow reminds us of the bond of perfection, which is love. The wreath embodies all the good things about Christmas for those with eyes to see and hearts to understand. It contains the colors of red and green and the heaven-turned needles of the evergreen. The bow tells the story of good = ger Age wae he . Se will towards all and its color reminds us of Christ’ sacrifice. Even its very shape is symbolic, representing eternity and the eternal nature of Christ's love. It is a circle, without without end. These are the things you must teach the children.” beginning and | asked, "But where does that leave you Santa?” The tears gone now from his eyes, a smile broke over Santa's face. "Why bless you, my dear," he laughed, "I'm only a symbol myself. | represent the spirit of family fun and the joy of giving and receiving. If the children are taught these other things, there is no danger that I'll ever be forgotten.” "I think I'm beginning to understand.” "That's why | came," said Santa. "You're an adult. If you don't teach the children these things, then who will?” ---Author Unknown New Page | Page 1 of 8 | am not sure who wrote this, but | want to share it. | hope the party who did write it understands why, and accepts my appology for not asking their permission to use their poem.Kennydale Santa's Secret Wish On Christmas Eve, a young boy with light in his eyes Looked deep into Santa's, to Santa's surprise And said as he sat on Santa's broad knee, "| want your secret. Tell it to me.” He leaned up and whispered in Santa's good ear "How do you do it, year after year’?" file://C:\WINDOWS\TEMP\Santa Poem.htm 12/20/99 New Page 1 Page 2 of 8 "| want to know how, as you travel about, Giving gifts here and there, you never run Out. How is it, Dear Santa, that in your pack of toys You have plenty for all of the world's girls and boys? Stays so full, never empties, as you make your way From rooftop to rooftop, to homes large and small, From nation to nation, reaching them all’?" And Santa smiled kindly and said to the boy, "Don't ask me hard questions. Don't you want a toy?" But the child shook his head, and Santa could file://C:\WINDOWS\TEMP\Santa Poem.htm 12/20/99 New Page 1 Page 3 of 8 See That he needed the answer. "Now listen to me," He told that small boy with the light in his eyes, "My secret will make you sadder and wise. "The truth is that my sack is magic. Inside It holds millions of toys for my Christmas Eve ride. But although | do visit each girl and each boy | don't always leave them a gaily wrapped toy. some homes are hungry, some homes are Sad, some homes are desperate, some homes are bad. Some homes are broken, and the children file://C:\WINDOWS\TEMP\Santa Poem.htm 12/20/99 New Page 1 Page 4 Qf 8 there grieve. Those homes | visit, but what should | leave’? "My sleigh is filled with the happiest stuff, But for homes where despair lives toys arent enough. So | tiptoe in, kiss each girl and boy, And | pray with them that they'll be given the joy Of the spirit of Christmas, the spirit that lives In the heart of the dear child who gets not, but gives. "If only God hears me and answers my prayer, When | visit next year, what | will find there file://C:\WINDOWS\TEMP\Santa Poem.htm 12/20/99 New Page | Page 5 of 8 Are homes filled with peace, and with giving, and love And boys and girls gifted with light from above. It's a very hard task, my smart little brother, To give toys to some, and to give prayers to others. But the prayers are the best gifts, the best gifts indeed, "That's part of the answer. The rest, my dear youth, ls that my sack is magic. And that is the truth. In my sack | carry on Christmas Eve day More love than a Santa could e er give away. The sack never empties of love, or of joys file://C:\WINDOWS\TEMP\Santa Poem.htm 12/20/99 New Page 1 Page 6 af 8 ‘Cause inside it are prayers, and hope. Not just toys. The more that | give, the fuller it seems, Because giving is my way of fulfilling dreams. "And do you know something? You've got a sack, too. It's aS magic as mine, and it's inside of you. It never gets empty, it's full from the start. It's the center of lights, and love. It's your heart. And if on this Christmas you want to help me, Don't be so concerned with the gifts neath your tree. Open that sack called your heart, and share Your joy, your friendship, your wealth, your care.” file://C:\WINDOWS\TEMP\Santa Poem.htm 12/20/99 New Page 1 Page 7 of 8 The light in the small boy's eyes was glowing. "Thanks for your secret. I've got to be going." "Wait, little boy," Said Santa, "don't go. Will you share? Will you help? Will you use what you know’?" And just for a moment the small boy stood Still, Touched his heart with his small hand and whispered, ‘I will.” If you have ICQ you can message me. My ICQ#:1341098 My current status is: — If you don't have ICQ you can page me through my Personal Communication Center: http://wwp.mirabilis.com/1341098 (go there and try it!) Or You can send me a regular e-mail to my EmailExpress address: 1341098@pager.mirabilis.com lf you want to be added to my Contact List click Add Me Download ICQ at http://www.icq.com/ Include your ICQ details in YOUR e-mail signature: http://www.icq.com/emailsig.html file://C:\WINDOWS\TEMP\Santa Poem.htm 12/20/99 Page 8 ef 8 New Page 1 »~ Ken Edwards (aka Kennydale) http://www.geocities.com/SunsetStrip/Backstage/3961/christmas2.html Kennydale at Excite Communities The Christmas Song Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos. Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe Help to make the season bright Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow Will find it hard to sleep tonight. They know that Santa's on his way He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh And every mother's child is gonna spy To see if reindeer really Know how to fly. And so |'m offering this simple phrase To kids from one to ninety-two Although it's been said many times, many ways Merry Christmas to you. Read my Dreambook! 73 = Sign my Dreambook! — file://C:\WINDOWS\TEMP\Santa Poem.htm 12/20/99