I haven’t written in a while because I have been too darn busy! Which is a shame because I do enjoy detailing the minutia of my everyday life. Let me recap August, I had an awesome birthday celebration with my family in Little Rock, we went to the painted pig, ate at U.S. Pizza, then had a Fairchild Family auto curse, it was great. School started up and I love it. Being a teacher is so rewarding, nothing compares to it.
And then the month of August ended with my church dedication. My church First Baptist Church of Hicks (Hicks is a community located just outside of Ashdown almost near Wilton, if you aren’t familiar with Ashdown, then none of this makes sense), recently rebuilt our sanctuary. Our preacher no longer has to be blinded by the sun when he preaches. Our carpeting is no longer blood red, it’s a beautiful blue. Our pews don’t have child scribbles anymore (although I found that cute). Everything is new and wonderful. Its bigger, it looks nice, but best of all, its debt free and in this economy that’s saying something. I started going to church here in 2007 and it’s been a wonderful experience for me. I feel a sense of community and family that I haven’t felt in a long time.
My parents didn’t go to church until I was 4. My mother was invited to church by her supervisor at the Highway Department, Sam Huckabee. He is still a great example of the Christian faith to me. He went to a church named Oak Grove United Methodist Church in a little community outside of Hope (If you aren’t familiar with Hope, well then…) . It was a new experience for me. My mother didn’t grow up in the church. She was very well educated in the Bible and went to churches on occasion growing up but my Pepaw and Granny didn’t attend church. When Pepaw was young he was involved in his Methodist church but something happened and it soured him off organized religion. He read his Bible, he watched preachers on TV and he read from Bible dictionaries and books. My granny didn’t go to church, her parents were busy with their restaurant and there was no day of rest for her. In my opinion she was very spiritual. She believed that if you did good things, good things would happen. She often shared with me that God did things that were beyond our understanding and that God had a plan for her and for me. After we started attending church, my Granny was baptized and later became involved in a Methodist church in Texarkana.
I often think about this, Sam Huckabee’s one act of kindness to my mother saved my entire family. I was baptized at 5 and later again at 32. My brother and sister were raised in church. My granny was baptized when my little brother was baptized. My sister was the first baptism in St. John’s United Methodist Church. Our family was able to endure all of the heartache of losing our grandparents, and later our mother because we had faith in God. And we may have never known this had we never been invited to church.
My preacher Bro.Bobby Fischer made this very clear at our dedication. The church is not the building. The church is the people. And it doesn’t matter where your church is, or what it looks like. The important thing is that you are a community of believers all striving for the same goal: To bring others to Jesus. I don’t know what you believe but if you are looking for something to help you and you have tried everything else, look for a church. The people inside aren’t perfect, in fact they are broken just like you and me. And if you find a church that believes in love for ALL people, then you will have peace.
I hope you had a great August. I can’t believe its September already! Woo Pig Sooie!