First Baptist Church of Petit Jean
“Come to the Mountain for His Word”
A Tribute to Dad’s
His fragrance of choice is Saturday morning grass clippings, mixed with a hint of burnt motor oil or gasoline from working on the lawn mower or car. A close second would be essence of skinned catfish or Eau de Bream. He is as comfortable in jeans and t-shirt as he is in a suit. He might remember to put on his coveralls to work on his car; however, if necessary, he would not hesitate to crawl under the car or truck of a neighbor or friend or son or daughter in his Sunday best. He prefers catfish and hushpuppies to steak and lobster, but would be almost as happy with purple hull peas, sliced tomatoes, mashed potatoes, and corn on the cob, fresh from the garden he had planted and harvested himself.
He never had time to take up golf because it never made sense to spend that kind of money or that matter of time in chasing something he couldn’t eat and that took him away from his wife and kids. He did have time to teach his children how to ride a bike, how to swim, how to tie a hook on a fishing line, how to bait a hook, and how catch and clean a fish for supper. He had time (though never enough) to take us boys hunting and, on a pond bank or in the woods, to teach us life lessons that otherwise we may never have learned.
He had time to grow more than enough food in the garden to feed our family and give to friends and neighbors who needed it or who wanted it. He never had to have the first blooms or the first tomatoes (though he probably did) or the blue-ribbon tomatoes; his were meant to eat and share, not to show off.
He was not comfortable with the term “Father” because the Bible says in Matthew 23:9, “And call no man your father upon the earth: for one is your Father, which is in heaven.” On Sunday morning, Sunday night, and Wednesday night, he would be found with his family in his place at church. He never had to have a place of prominence or responsibility in the church, but God did allow him to serve as a deacon. One of my most cherished memories was having my dad sit on the ordination council when I was ordained as a minister. He was and is my hero (can you tell?). I proudly call him “Dad,” a title he wears well.
Happy Father’s Day to all dads everywhere who take time to be Dad all year long.
Take a moment to reflect on Psalm 1:1-3: “Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful. But his delight is in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he meditate day and night. And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.”
Bro. Bill Scroggs
We Lift Up In Prayer
Phyllis Adams, Wayne Adams, June Andrews, Pauline Belk, Fern Bess, Paul Bess, Linda & Phil Chapman, Virgil & Nancy Donavan, Pat Donnell, Gwyn Gasaway, Lew Gasaway, Agatha Gasaway, Dick George, Clayton & Linda Jones, Kay D. Jones, Henry Jones, Ben Lancaster, Sharon Leon, Cylinda Curtis, Susan Faith, Danielle Morgan, Nolen Owen, Nadine Satterwhite, Barbara Scott, Jay Scroggs, Bro. Bill & Reta Scroggs, Linda Smith, Matthew Steinmetz, Marvin VanEchaute, Loyd Vance, Frieda Ward, Kay Winter, our missionaries and our Military.
June 10 Anna
June 11 Cecil
June 18 Wanda
June 20 Bro. Bill
June 21 Linda
June 29 Sharon S
June 11 Nolen & Wanda
June 21 Bill & Coe
June 26 Doug & Jeanie
The “Family Fun Day” and the “Memorial Day Fellowship” were both enjoyed by many. Thank you, Bro. Bill, for all the cooking on the grill for both occasions.
Box Tops for Education
Don’t forget to save box tops during the summer. Our children will be ready to turn them in when school starts in August. Let’s see how many we can collect. Please place them in the bag on the bulletin board in the hall.