Volume 5

Issue 15

17 April 2008

 

 

 

 

17 April 2008

 

The E-pistle

 

What I Learned from A Visitor Who Died

 

By Pastor Randy Morgan

 

Last Sunday morning, we had a powerful service. God’s Presence was very real, I felt the anointing; I had one of those anointings that caused me to sense God’s power behind everything that was said and sung.

After service, the leadership was ministering to individuals and praying with them, and I noticed two young ladies standing at the altar waiting to speak with me. Deacon Tonna introduced me to them as the two women that had visited her home group in response to a Craig’s List posting. Kim and Sicily had come forward for prayer because Sicily had been having seizures for some time and we were praying for her regarding that. We had a wonderful few minutes together for the very first time that I met them, they left here, had a full afternoon together, and Sicily died in the night.

Last night (Wednesday, April 16th) we had a memorial service here at New Covenant. There were a number of people here, New Covenant folks and her friends and family. Though I only met her for a few minutes, I learned a very powerful lesson in this situation – I learned the importance and power of REVIEW. It hit me that the worship service she was in was the very last one she was ever in, the last sermon she heard was the sermon she took into eternity, the last prayer she received was the last prayer prayed with her, and the last hug I gave her, was the last hug I was to ever give her in this life.

And I asked myself the questions, “What did I say in that message? Was I sensitive to the voice of the Holy Spirit though out the whole thing? Was I gentle, kind, meek, was I aware of the eternal best interest of everyone in the room? Or, was I absorbed with any personal issue that kept me from truly “seeing” Sicily? Did I represent Jesus to the best of my ability?” How often do we have missed opportunities to truly represent who the King is?

So many times we see our petty issues and make them larger than they really are, all the while, the clock is ticking by, and there are those around us who may be “In Church” for the last time. God forbid we should ever let some pitiful, petty offense keep us from effectively representing the God that loved us so much that He gave His Son, Jesus to die for us. In an attempt to become politically correct, the Body of Christ is often so guilty of watering down the Cross, watering down the message of salvation, watering down the necessity of a relationship with Jesus Christ, and so often the Body of Christ is caught up in anger and wanting to cut off its own nose to despite its face. While one precious, beautiful one sits in the congregation for the very last time.

To all: New Covenant Church of Atlanta, to those in the New Covenant Network, and to those beyond this sheepfold, if you are immersed in petty things, let it go. If you’re one that says, “Oh, I’m not going to church because so-and-so made me mad; Apostle Randy doesn’t spend enough time with me; that member over that is so snooty, etc” with all love, gentleness and respect, I say, “HUSH” and get lined back up. YOU, YES YOU, DEAR ONES AFFECT THE SPIRITUAL CLIMATE AROUND YOURSELF AND THOSE WHO ENTER INTO IT WILL EITHER DISCOVER THE LOVE AND PRESENCE OF GOD OR THE EFFECTS OF WHAT YOU ARE FOCUSED ON WHETHER GODLY OR NOT.

We’re in this for eternal purposes, and the petty stuff that means so much today, won’t even be remembered tomorrow, but the souls that we’re in touch with will be alive and active 250,000,000,000 years from now and more. So, let’s live each moment eternally. Let those you love, know that you love them, hug each other, pray with one another, and don’t forget to laugh. All the while, keep the Old Rugged Cross at the forefront of your relationships, and constantly remind each other of the One Who Died and Rose Again – What AMAZING LOVE…

 

 

The Article

 

How a Rebellious Gal Found

The Protection of God

(My Testimony)

By Dianne Burrell

 

 

I was born in Clayton, GA, the most northeast corner of the State. I had a wonderful childhood with two younger brothers and loving Christian parents. My mom was a Sunday school teacher for 37 years, a Training Union director, a WMU president, as well as holding many other positions within the church.

I protested profusely having to go to church several times a week, promising myself when I was on my own, I would never go to church again unless it was of my own choosing. I would never be made to go to church again. If you looked at the word rebellious in the dictionary, you would probably see my picture (or at least my name). I tell you this because it was a very distinct part of my personality and would relate to many lessons I learned during my lifetime.

I knew when I was 15 years old that I was attracted to females, and was very open about this as part of who I was. However, it would bring about many trips to the gynecologist, psychologist, and any other professional help my parents sought in order to cure me of this thing I was going through. I was determined to show all that this was who I was and nothing could change that. One time, in my frustration, I even grabbed the steering wheel (on a trip to psychologist) and almost caused my dad to loose control of the car and caused a wreck that could've killed all of us.

At the beginning of my senior year in high school, I met the most wonderful young lady from Alabama, and fell in love. Our relationship was such a sweet experience for several months, until her mother found out and asked my parents to keep me from seeing and making any contact with her. Her mom took her back to Alabama. I was very angry, and hurt that I had lost that special person. I spent my time thinking of ways to hurt my parents as much as I had been hurt.

I had just graduated high school, and was determined. In my most rebellious thoughts (without reasoning at all) l decided to join the Navy. Wouldn't that just show my parents a thing or two? Now, that was a very brilliant decision considering authority figures were at the top of my rebel list. Having made this decision you can imagine what I experienced with all the authority folks in the military. I finished boot camp, with only one free weekend (without restrictions due to my behavior). Scrubbing drill halls with a toothbrush and picking up cigarette butts and burying them with a spoon was my daily routine. This was the beginning of many lessons to be learned.

My father passed away shortly after I finished boot camp, leaving my mom with two brothers at home to raise. I got out of the Navy and came home to work and help her take care of them. After two or so good years at home I was ready to be myself and make my own mark in the world. I then decided to move to Atlanta, where my best friend lived. This was the starting point of many experiences of which I knew nothing about--and was about to find out! I'd never heard of marijuana, cocaine or any other drug, but when I started going to bars and drinking excessively, anything and everything was available. I'd sometimes just make it home with only enough time to change clothes and go to work. I spent many hours in bars (and other places I didn't need to be). I felt that the bars were the only place I could be myself and be accepted without ridicule, criticism or being made fun of for just being who I was.

I certainly kept the promise I'd made to myself that I wouldn't go to church unless I wanted to. I stayed away from church (and God) for many years. However, I did eventually find my way back to a church and there served on the board of directors and sang in the choir. I was a member of that church for several years. But, there was back-stabbing and people after the pastor to resign (for any reason). It was a place to meet your next lover, but no demonstration of love and caring for each other was found. I finally just asked God, "Is this what I have to go through to get my spiritual needs met?" Feeling angry and discouraged, I again left the church (and God) for several years and told myself, "I'll never go back again! It's not worth it!"

God didn't leave me though, He protected me from a relationship which was so bad that I had a gun at my head at least a couple of times. He rescued me from a burning car as well. I was highly intoxicated at the time (just plain drunk). Another time He protected me when I was in a car going in excess of 100 mph with my mate threatening to kill us both. Many times my friends would have to drag me out of bar parking lots so high I didn't even know my name. That was no way to live--I knew I needed a more.

After lots of persuasion from one of my best friends in the world, I came to New Covenant Church of Atlanta. I now know what it is like to be able to praise my God with shouting, dancing, and receiving the anointing of the Holy Spirit. I know that I will hear the word of God, and without a doubt, experience the genuine love of caring and compassionate people. I thank Jesus for the new person I am today because of God's love and protection through all the times I wasn't willing to accept his help. I thank God for New Covenant and what it means to my life. God does love, protect, and forgive us if we ask--no matter what choices (good or bad) or situations we experience.

My favorite Bible verses are:

"...Verily I say unto you, If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, Remove hence to yonder place; and it shall remove; and nothing shall be impossible unto you." Matthew 17:20

"Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee." Isaiah 26:3

"But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint." Isaiah 40:31

 

 

Pastor's Corner & More

From Pastors Joan & Angela

 

 

 

Confession of Faith by Pastor Joan Castle

 

The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear?

The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? I will be strong and of good courage.

I will not be afraid or dismayed, for the Lord my God is with me wherever I go. In righteousness I am established.

I am far from oppression and destruction, and fear will not come near me; and from terror, for it will not come near my dwelling.

No weapon formed against me shall prosper, and every tongue that rises against me in judgment is condemned.

For this is my heritage as a servant of the Lord, and my righteousness is of Him.

God has not given me the spirit of fear, but of power, love, and a sound mind. God is for me, who can be against me?

 

 

 

Deadline by Pastor Angela Brown

 

April the 15th, the deadline to file your taxes with the federal government or face penalty fee for being late. Some of us received returns from our taxes, others might have had to give the IRS more money than they had already taken. I don’t know of anyone who enjoys doing their taxes, but we enjoy if we get a return on the taxes paid throughout the year. The same is true in our daily lives. Sometimes we don’t enjoy doing our daily tasks, but we enjoy the rewards that come with them. The thank you’s, smiles, hugs, and other expressions of gratitude make the work worth it. Keep doing what God has called you to do and the return will be a welcomed deposit into your life.

Rom 13:6-7 This is also why you pay taxes, for the authorities are God's servants, who give their full time to governing. Give everyone what you owe him: If you owe taxes, pay taxes; if revenue, then revenue; if respect, then respect; if honor, then honor.