- Today was an exciting day at Solid Rock Church. We renewed our Missions Faith Promises for the next twelve months, and once again, the families of SRC showed that they are serious about giving to missions. Thank you, Solid Rock! God will give us the seed if we have the faith to place all our trust in Him!
- It's June 1st, and that means it's officially summer for me. Yes, I know summer doesn't actually start for another two or three weeks, but as far as I'm concerned, it's summer. That means that I have a little extra time for reading. I've already ordered three books from Amazon.com to go along with several others that have been on the back burner for a few months. I plan to do a lot of reading this summer, perhaps more than most summers. I can't wait to get started!
- I have a confession to make. About 25 years ago, Lillian was reading through a series of books by Janette Oke about life on the frontier in the late 1800s. I would tease her about the books, mainly because she started speaking like the characters in the books, saying things like, "Yup, we'll be home right soon"! Well, now I find myself really enjoying the movies that have been made from the books. I guess I just enjoy imagining what life was like in simpler times. Tonight we watched the latest movie, Love's Unfolding Dream. Don't really care for the titles, but I really like the movies.
- Have a great week! Don't forget about our InterMission service this Wednesday at 7:00 PM.
November 13, 1989. 11:30 AM I had just finished my lunch in the teacher's workroom and was walking back to my classroom. I was teaching at San Jacinto Elementary in San Angelo, Texas at the time. Up until then, it had been a typical November day. As I walked past the school office, the door swung open, and a fellow teacher stepped out with a look of concern on her face. She spoke directly to me and said, “Your wife’s on the phone, and it sounds serious.” I ran into the office, took the phone, and heard my wife say, “I don’t know what happened, but your brother is on life support in a hospital in Austin.” Twelve hours later, my father and I were sharing a room in a hotel on I-35 in Austin. My sister-in-law, Sandy, and her six-year-old daughter, Araceli, were in a room across the hall. I hardly slept that night. I would doze off and suddenly wake up to my father crying and calling out my brother’s name. My brother was dead. Osiel had collapsed that morning while his high s
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