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Lord of heaven and earth, we offer you our deepest appreciation for
this blessed land. Stir up a sense of stewardship in every citizen so we
all may care for our nation and each inhabitant of it.
Finally, we pray that we may be ever mindful of the psalmist’s teaching that “Happy is the nation
whose God is the Lord …” (Psalm 33:12, NRSV). May that promise become real “from sea to
shining sea.” Amen.
BULLET E-NEWSLETTER
WEST LYNCHBURG BAPTIST CHURCH
February 27, 2011
“ON MISSION TO REACH PEOPLE FOR THE FAMILY OF GOD.”
BULLET HIGHLIGHTS....
Tuesday, March 1
10:00 AM Prayer Group Meets
10:30 AM Suzanne Barden Circle (Parlor)
11:30 AM S.W.A.T.
1:30 PM Amazing Grace Fellowship
Wednesday, March 2
5:15 PM Wednesday Night Family Supper
(please sign up for dinner by the Monday
before) Chili Cook Off
Thursday, March 3
10:00 AM NEW Women’s Bible Study “Faithful ABUNDANT True”
6:00 PM NEW Women’s Bible Study “Faithful ABUNDANT True”
Saturday, March 5
10:00 AM Street Team
Meet in the WLBC Rear Parking Lot
Worship Music Planned for Sunday, February 27, 2011
Those of you with high speed internet connections who would like to listen to the music
that has been selected for us to sing on Sunday, can do so by following the instructions
below:
Log onto www.lifeway.com/worshipproject. Once on the web page, page scroll down until
you see a large gray box. About 1/3 of the way down in the box you will see the words
Listen to the LifeWay Worship Project. Immediately to the right you will find a table with
an alphabetical listing of all of the songs. Simply click on the title you would like to hear
(making sure your speakers are on) and you should be able to hear a quality recording of
the selected song.
Morning Worship
#50 Indescribable #434 I Have Decided to Follow Jesus
#968 You Are My All in All #667 As We Go
#86 Lead Me, Lord
#81 He Leadeth Me! O Blessed Thought
#82 Guide Me, O Thou Great Jehovah Note: Evening Worship Favorite Hymns
Dear WLBC,
Thank you to my church family for the cards and caring but most of all your prayers during my
recent surgery. Your prayers saw me through a difficult time and I truly can say God is good all the
time. Loretta LaPrade
HOW: EMAIL, CARD, NOTE, PHONE CALL, VERBAL RECITATION FROM MEMORY
SMALL GROUP FORM COMPLETED EACH WEEK February - APRIL 10
SMALL GROUP FORM TURNED IN WITH ATTENDANCE EACH SUNDAY
Loose change adds up to dollars; each of the indicated months will have a different project as the
change recipient. Change collected in March and April will be given to Pure Water, Pure Love
campaign. We do plan to re-use the containers and will set them back out. Thank you.
Pure Water, Pure Love The most basic of
physical needs—water. Yet so many around the
world do not have access to clean, safe drinking
water. You can help.
Since 1997 WMU® has been meeting one of the
most basic human needs of missionaries through
Pure Water, Pure Love. The goal of this ministry is to
provide missionaries and the people they serve with
clean drinking water, free from disease-causing
microorganisms, at no cost to them.
Your donation + WMU = Pure Water for missionaries,
their families, and the people they serve.
College age students meet on Sundays at 9:45am for
Sunday school, Bible study and fellowship.
NEWS FLASH
Our shoeboxes are reaching around the world!
Children have received our message of God’s love.
Shortly after that, Kenji got a cold. His cold went on and on. One evening Kenji woke up from his
nap but his arms and legs were limp, his eyes barely opened. My friend, Yuko, called several
hospitals to see which one could accommodate him. He was born with achondroplasia (dwarfism)
and many places would not readily accept him. There was a hospital about an hour away which is
the most advanced hospital in our greater area, they told us to bring him right away. Yuko drove
and I rode in the back with the baby.
When we arrived we went to the Emergency Room area. When the nurse was taking his vital signs
she immediately called for help before she even finished. A team of medical staff came and hurried
him back to a more equipped area. After some examinations the pediatrician on duty said, " I'm not
sure what is wrong with this baby but he is not healthy and will not be going home for a while".
They checked us into a room. I was to sleep in an oxygen tent in Kenji's crib with him to try to
comfort him . He was allowed no milk. Yuko stayed on a cot.
The head doctor asked for a conference with Kevin and I the next day. He informed us that Kenji
had respiratory failure and needed to move to the ICU. That evening we moved to ICU. Among
beds of grandmas and grandpa’s Kenji was the only baby. Once again, I slept in the crib and Yuko
slept on a stretcher. Although a medical team tried their hardest all night Kenji could not be
stabilized. In the morning we were told Kenji needed to be transported via helicopter to a special
children's hospital (much like St. Jude's).
After some preparations the team was prepared to take my baby of less that a month away. Yuko
and I followed the doctors onto the roof to meet the helicopter. Kenji was so small that he couldn't
be braced on the stretcher so his doctor carried him in the helicopter nestled in his arms. On that
rooftop a group of people assembled to see my baby off. I stood there in a sea of black hair and
watched the helicopter carrying my baby rise into the sky and disappear behind a mountain in a
country that wasn't my own.
I never felt more alone.
Back inside I saw his empty crib that we had shared the past few days and silent monitors that were
no longer attached to his little body and I cried.
"If the Lord had not been my help, my soul would soon have dwelt in the abode of silence."
Psalm 94:17
Kevin arrived a little later to take me to the other hospital which was 2-3 hours away. I hugged my
friend Yuko, goodbye and we left.
Yuko had called some missionaries whom I'd never met but live in the town (Toyonoshin) of the
Children's Hospital so that they could meet the helicopter and help us with translation when we
arrived.
Finally, we arrived in Toyonoshin. We found the ICU and the doctors were a little surprised about
us. One, because Kenji's paperwork they had received still said he was an orphan and two, because
we were American. They wanted to have a conference with us but we had a little explaining to do.
Thankfully we had brought all of his paperwork. After explaining his situation the ICU doctor
began to cry. Adoption is very rare in Japan. The picture of love for the staff was strong and moving.
"Behold, God is my helper; the Lord is the sustainer of my soul." Psalm 54:4
The staff were using the words: respiratory failure, ventilator and feeding tube. I couldn't really
concentrate on what they were saying because I couldn't correlate these words with my child. When
we went into the ICU of the Children's Hospital it was an open room where everyone could see
everyone. Before when I had passed ICU's or Neonatal Units, I was solemn in my heart for a
moment or two but then went on about my day. But this day, it was my baby in there. It was my
baby on a ventilator, it was my baby with a feeding tube. I realized that every child there was
someone's child. We had two more children at home so Kevin left.
Time was placed in a vacuum and the measure of minutes, hours and days lost their measure.
Every child there, including mine, was fighting for their chance at childhood. About midday one
day the girl to Kenji's right stopped fighting. Her monitors went from screeching to silent and her
body lay still. The staff went to get her parents.
They entered slowly, the father first, then mother a step or two behind. The father stood
expressionless, he looked empty like the shell of a man. The mother approached. As she stepped
closer her mouth opened to shriek but no sound came out, tears poured out uncontrollably, her
knees failed and she could no longer stand upright. With one hand she balled up clumps of her
husband's shirt in her fist, with the other she continually grasped at the body of her daughter as if
trying to make the escaped soul cling to this Earth a little longer.
I repeatedly thought, "Thank you God that's not me today." It could have been.
Then God rebuked me. I live among the world's largest unreached people group. For me, I had the
comfort of David: "But now he has died; why should I fast? Can I bring him back again? I will go
to him, but he will not return to me." 2 Samuel 12:23
When David's son died, he had the comfort of knowing it was not a forever good bye. If God should
choose to take my son, I would go to him someday. However, for that woman it was her forever
goodbye.
When I sat in a room filled sick and dying children my thought was,"God I know there is no place
where You are not, but where are You here?"
The answer was clear. "For we are a fragrance of Christ to God among those who are being saved
and among those who are perishing; to the one an aroma from death to death, to the other an aroma
from life to life. And who is adequate for these things?" 2 Corinthians 2:15-16 And I ask again,
who is adequate for these things?
You see the mystery of the Gospel is that Christ lives in us. We ARE in essence little pitchers
of Him.
So when I asked, "where are You here?", the answer was simple. "I am in you and you are there.".
Who is adequate for these things?
With my love, Jessica, on behalf of the Knight Crew
(This story will be continued, I will be calling the rest of this chronicle "The First Hospital
Letters")
Jim Taylor Deacon of the Week 384-0474
Church TOON
Russ Bowling
Kevin Creasey
Brooke Dolan
Jakob Dolan
Celeste Dyer
Robert & Judy Gillispie
June Goff
Melanie Hall
Audrey Hatem
Liz & Gary Hutcherson
Lori Hutcherson
Aaron Kendrick
Daniel Kendrick
Cecil & Donna Kendrick
Dorothy Lippincott
Kelsey Smith
Staff