Swift Current Community Baptist Church
The shoebox supplies have arrived! Bring your filled shoeboxes to the church by Sunday, November 16 OR to Swift Current Mall November 17 to 22.
Extra shoeboxes are needed this year for the Ukraine. (In addition to school supplies, hygeiene items, toys, etc., include cold weather clothing items.)
Did you know you can pack a shoebox online? Cost is $37, which includes $7 shipping. If you want help, Penny would be happy to give you a hand.
Sherri A. will be launching a "Discover" Care Group Wednesdays at 7:00 p.m., starting November 6.
"THE CHURCH EXISTS BY MISSION AS A FIRE EXISTS BY BURNING." (Emil Brunner)
You may feel a sense of DISCOMFORT as you read these words. The statement emphasizes the importance of mission in the life of a congregation.
However, in reality, there is little space for "mission" in the average week of work, family obligations, meetings, and events that compete for the time, attention, and hearts of most church members.
We are looking for a group of 8 to 10 individuals to take the "Discover" journey with us. This process will help our church establish its mission purpose, define values,, evaluate options, and set the agenda for the church's mission engagement in a broken and wounded world. This group would ideally include representatives from a variety of ages and ethnic backgrounds - people wanting to better understand and help us as a church obey the Great Commission.
If you are interested in participating, or would like more information, please contact Sherri A. or Penny G.
Plan to attend our second International Coffee Evening at the church on Friday, November 14. This one will focus on the Philippines and be hosted by our Filipino friends. Everyone is welcome.
Come and hear about the Philippines, and about the adventure of moving from there to here.
Bringing People Into The Caring Community Of Christ
October 30, 2014 - "Maria" Edition
My parents celebrated their 59th wedding anniversary yesterday (the 29th). After 18 years of marriage, my parents had reproduced only boys....five of them. Not a girl in sight. They gave up. Then my mom answered the phone one fateful day in February 1974. On the other end of the telephone was a lady from our church who had just taken in a foster child but had also just adopted another baby of the same age and desperately needed sleep! She invited my folks over to come and meet this three month old girl who had just come from the hospital with malnutrition and needed to be fed every two hours. Mom and Dad held the little girl and decided on the spot that they would help. The social worker brought her over the next day, and my parents took the baby for a six month stint. They took turns feeding her during the night and, after about three months, her eating had regulated. Six months turned into a year without any contact from Social Services. She turned 41 today. She became that missing girl in our family.
I was nine when she showed up, and it never occurred to me that this wasn't normal. A little girl needed help, and my folks were always eager to help those in need. And, besides, she was only supposed to be with us for a few months until a relative or a permanent home could be found. By the time a full year had expired, Maria was, unofficially, a full fledged part of the family. We kids didn't know her as a foster sister....just a sister. My parents started dreading the thought that our temporary visitor would, someday, have to leave.
Then, after a full year of no contact whatsoever, the phone rang. It was time to take her back to her parents' place. One of my brothers announced that he intended on running away with her so that she wouldn't have to go back...but my mom and the social worker drove off that day (in 1975) returning that precious foster child. Upon arriving at her birth home, the social worker quickly realized that leaving Maria there was not safe. So, with joy in her heart, my mom walked back into our home with Maria in her arms!. Five years later she was officially adopted into our family (she got to choose her own middle name, Diane), but she's been my sister and my parents' daughter the whole time.
Here's the kicker. Had the phone caller asked for us to commit to raising this child permanently, I'm positive my mom and dad would have said no or, at the very least, asked for a trial period of some kind. But, instead, they were asked to make a short-term commitment which they, somewhat hesitatingly, agreed to. And I'm also sure that my parents told themselves that the hassles they experienced for the first few days were tempered with the thought that it was temporary. As time flew by, love grew and grew....and grew. Soon, the thoughts of her being re-settled became unsettling.
Amazingly, God offers us all adoption without reservation. He knows us better than we know ourselves, including the bad stuff, and offers everyone a place in the family. Maria didn't have much choice since she was so little....but all of us have been invited into the family of God by our loving heavenly Father. And when He brings us into His family, He already knows that it will last a lifetime...no, wait...that it will last for eternity!
Furthermore, God often asks us to do things that are very uncomfortable. Indeed, my parents knew, beyond a shadow of doubt, that Jesus wanted them to care for this child, even though there were five (well behaved) children at home already! The reason to "not do it" was as plain as day. But the prompting of the Holy Spirit was clear. Looking back, I can't even imagine not having Maria as my sister. God often asks us to take on tasks that are daunting and that seem impossible. Don't worry about it. He knows what He's doing! Within a short time, you'll be thanking Him every day for bringing that formerly uncomfortable situation your way! It's how He rolls.
Happy Birthday, Sis.
Love, your brother, Joell
We are hoping to order sanctuary chairs by the end of the year. If you would be interested in making a special offering to purchase a chair or two, the cost per chair is approximately $50. Please designate "CHAIRS" on your envelope.