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Vision of the Three Angels in Midheaven
Several Members Requested
Afflications
Words

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VISION OF THE THREE ANGELS IN MIDHEAVEN . . .

Revelation 14:6-7 (First Angel)

REV 14:6 And I saw another angel fly in the midst of heaven, having the everlasting gospel to
preach unto them that dwell on the earth, and to every nation, and kindred, and tongue, and
people.

REV 14:7 Saying with a loud voice, Fear God, and give glory to him; for the hour of his
judgment is come; and worship him that made heaven, and earth, and the sea, and the fountains
of waters.

Revelation 14:8 (Second Angel)

REV 14:8 And there followed another angel, saying, Babylon is fallen, is fallen, that great city,
because she made all nations drink of the wine of the wrath of her fornication.

Revelation 14:9-12 (Third Angel)

REV 14:9 And the third angel followed them, saying with a loud voice, If any man worship the
beast and his image, and receive his mark in his forehead, or in his hand,

REV 14:10 The same shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God, which is poured out without
mixture into the cup of his indignation; and he shall be tormented with fire and brimstone in the
presence of the holy angels, and in the presence of the Lamb.

REV 14:11 And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever; and they have no
rest day nor night, who worship the beast and his image, and whosoever receiveth the mark of
his name.

REV 14:12 Here is the patience of the saints; here are they that keep the commandments of
God, and the faith of Jesus.

May the Lord be with US ...

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Several members requested this poem used in Pastor Purdey's sermon on Patience ...

It happened when she was just five years old
My dear little girl with curis of gold.
The table was set, It was time to eat -
And there she waited, so cute and sweet.

The blessing was said, and we began
Our meal with happy talk,
Everything was ideal.

Then my daughter reached for something
And did what I thought was a really dumb thing.
Her arms struck her cup with chocolate filled,
And to the last drop it poured and spilled.

Through the tablecloth it trickled down
And stained my pants with spots of brown.

"Now look what you've done!" I said with a glare
Purposely bypassed her look of despair,
"Why don't you watch what you're doing?" I shouted,
"You're really clumsy, there's no doubt about it!"

She just sat there in shock,
For what could she say -
I was her dad and I'd have my way.

My sudden scolding took her by surprise
And I could tell she was hurt
By the look in her eyes,
But she needed this lesson this very day
So, I coldly turned away.

And in carelessly turning - my elbow struck
And turned over my own chocolate cup!
How I did that I never could figure
But the spots on my pants
Were browner and bigger.

The silence was deafening,
Not a word was said,
I just sat there and wished I were dead.
It came to my mind that this was God's way
Of teaching me a lesson this very day.

How quick and impatient I was
With one whom I loved more dearly
Than anyone under the sun.
How easy it was to split words and sound phrases
To censure and wound.

Yes, it really amazes me
How that rebuke I could thoughtlessly hurl
And break the heart of my own little girl.

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AFFLICTIONS

BLINDNESS helped Paul to see.
Stars are seen only at night.
Everything that strengthens, hurts.
Every man has a wine press to tread.
Storms bring ships into the harbor.
There is gravel in almost every shoe.
Sand in the mussel develops the pearl.
Every good life must have a Gethsemane.
God loses nothing but dross in the fire.
Thorns in the nest make us take to our wings.
The darkest night will not put out the stars.
Rainbows are seen only when there are clouds.
The best-loved child in the home is the cripple.
God sometimes palsies the hand to make it let go.
Some fruits don't turn sweet until the frost comes.
Only the storm can bring music, from the Aeolian harp.
Crowd the roots of a potted plant, and it will blossom.
The photographer develops the picture in the darkroom.
If God sends a rod, He will make it blossom and bear fruit.
It lightens the stroke to draw near to Him who wields the rod.

by C.G. Bellah

WORDS

There are words that make us happy,
There are some that make us sad,
But the ones which sound the sweetest
Tell of blessings we have had.

Let us count our many blessings,
Name them over day by day,
Never count the trials and troubles
That assail us on life's way.

Though each one to us is given
For some purpose while we're here
Let us always be most careful
To say words that bring us cheer.

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January 19, 2008