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  philbennett 2:20 pm on December 12, 2011 | 0 | # |
  

  As I sit writing this, I keep thinking back on 2011 as it winds quickly to its conclusion, and we roar ahead full tilt into 2012. It seems that each year goes by faster than the one before. It’s been a year full of challenges, struggles, opportunities and victories, and I find myself somewhat weary and maybe a little unsettled here as it grows to a close. But I am most of all grateful for this year and for all it has brought, and all the ways it has made me grow, even when I didn’t really want to.
  I really love this time of year…I can’t remember a time in my life when I didn’t. It still holds all the magic, all the wonder, all the hope, all the joy, all the excitement it had when I was just a child.
  (This may be some indicator of a need for much more expansive counseling, but we’ll talk about that another time.)
  For now I plan to enjoy the season and try to slow down, take a deep breath and relax a bit. Call a time out. Go to my corner and take an eight count. Whatever works. And I would encourage you to try to do it, too. I’ll be looking for the joy and hope that Christmas holds….more than presents, food, trees, lights and friends. I know it’s there.
  I want to remember that this is the celebration of the greatest day of all, when God sent His son, so that things didn’t have to stay the same, so that EVERTHING could change.

  EVERYTHING.
  This is the greatest news of all time.

  A different world now.
  With real hope.
  Real life.
  Real joy.
  Real love.
  With all things made new.

  As we enter this season, I pray you can and will take some time this season to rest, and refuel, and look beyond the ordinary to the extraordinary event we are all part of. And I urge you to take every opportunity to spread it near and far. Be an agent of joy and hope. Spread the Good News.

  I wish each one of you the Merriest Christmas ever.
  May we all remember the real story of Christmas, and may it fill us anew with joy, hope and peace.
  God bless us every one.

   

   
   
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  Andy Olson 10:06 am on December 2, 2011 | 2 | # |
  

  I like to read a lot. I read all sorts of material from varying points of perspective on a wide variety of subjects. I enjoy staying current and connected with the world in which we live. So, two months ago I created a Twitter account. Now, instead of popping all over the cyber world to read things I’m interested in, I simply follow them on Twitter. I have all the news, latest magazine articles and blogs brought to my fingertips on this pocket sized computer we sometimes also use as a phone. You could say I’m connected and tethered at all times to the news and world around me.

  Last weekend my wife asked if I could make a quick run to Wal-Mart for some diapers, wipes and a gallon of milk.

  As it turns out I was at Wal-Mart at the wrong time. You know those times when you are guaranteed to stand in line a minimum of 20 minutes no matter what aisle you choose?

  So there I was with my diapers, wipes, gallon of milk and my Twitter account. I spent the next quarter of an hour scrolling through and reading different articles and blogs about the world in which we live. Meanwhile swarms of people and life were moving peripherally all around me.

  I paid for my diapers and now warm gallon of milk and as I walked out the door I felt the gentle prodding and questioning of the Lord…

   “Andy, what if I wanted you to pray for someone? What if someone was in need of simply seeing the returned look of kind eyes and a friendly smile? …Son, would you have known?”

  As I prayed a few moments later in the parking lot the Lord continued… “I don’t mind or object to you being connected as you say…but remember, you are salt and you are light…take the time to first be aware of the world and of the life that is happening right around you… within your eyesight, and within your ear shot…I want you to be connected and tethered to my Spirit first and foremost. When I said, ‘the Kingdom of God is among you’ that still holds true to the Here and Now… today. You’ve been given the gift to walk in my Kingdom and to share it. Use your time wisely. Carry on. I love you.”

  Jesus, we thank you that you long and desire for each of us to be connected and tethered to your leading through your Holy Spirit. We thank you for this amazing gift and wonderful reality. We ask You to help us. Help us be aware of when we can sprinkle some salt, shed some light, and leak a whole lotta love.
   
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  philbennett 4:29 pm on November 14, 2011 | 0 | # |
  

  Hello everyone ! If you have ever read any of my plogs, you
  probably know I can certainly tend to be a bit long winded in the conveyance of
  some of my ideas and opinions.  Today I will
  be much more brief.  As we quickly approach
  another Thanksgiving Holiday here in America, I want to go back and spend some
  time thinking about where this event came from, what it meant then, and what it
  means now in 2011. I would encourage you all to do the same.

  We are all still Americans; we
  are all still enjoying the benefits and opportunities and struggling with the difficulties
  and problems that accompany trying to live out the Great American Adventure in
  some form or other.  So I want to share
  the following message from our first Commander-in-Chief, George Washington.

  I suggest you read it slowly,
  maybe more than once, ponder the message and remember who we are and what we
  are called to be about. And may we all be truly grateful for all we have and
  have received.

  I pray that this Thanksgiving
  Day will truly be a day of celebration and reflection for you and yours.

  It is no accident that we are here, now. We were born for such a time as this.

   

  George Washington’s 1789 Thanksgiving Proclamation

  Whereas it is the duty of all nations
  to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God, to obey His will, to be grateful
  for His benefits, and humbly to implore His protection and favor; and Whereas
  both Houses of Congress have, by their joint committee, requested me to “recommend
  to the people of the United States a day of public thanksgiving and prayer, to
  be observed by acknowledging with grateful hearts the many and signal favors of
  Almighty God, especially by affording them an opportunity peaceably to
  establish a form of government for their safety and happiness:”

  Now, therefore, I do recommend and assign Thursday, the 26th day of November
  next, to be devoted by the people of these States to the service of that great
  and glorious Being who is the beneficent author of all the good that was, that
  is, or that will be; that we may then all unite in rendering unto Him our
  sincere and humble thanks for His kind care and protection of the people of
  this country previous to their becoming a nation; for the signal and manifold
  mercies and the favorable interpositions of His providence in the course and
  conclusion of the late war; for the great degree of tranquility, union, and
  plenty which we have since enjoyed; for the peaceable and rational manner in
  which we have been enable to establish constitutions of government for our
  safety and happiness, and particularly the national one now lately instituted
  for the civil and religious liberty with which we are blessed, and the means we
  have of acquiring and diffusing useful knowledge; and, in general, for all the
  great and various favors which He has been pleased to confer upon us.

  And also that we may then unite in most humbly offering our prayers and
  supplications to the great Lord and Ruler of Nations and beseech Him to pardon
  our national and other transgressions; to enable us all, whether in public or
  private stations, to perform our several and relative duties properly and
  punctually; to render our National Government a blessing to all the people by
  constantly being a Government of wise, just, and constitutional laws,
  discreetly and faithfully executed and obeyed; to protect and guide all
  sovereigns and nations (especially such as have shown kindness to us), and to
  bless them with good governments, peace, and concord; to promote the knowledge
  and practice of true religion and virtue, and the increase of science among
  them and us; and, generally to grant unto all mankind such a degree of temporal
  prosperity as He alone knows to be best.

  Given under my hand, at the city of New York, the 3d day of October, A.D. 1789.

  George Washington

   
   
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  Andy Olson 4:45 pm on November 2, 2011 | 0 | # |
  

  When I was a child growing up in the frozen tundra of Minnesota I used to love the feel of a cold north wind blowing on my face. The skin on my face drawing tight and my eyes squinting against an onslaught of swirling icy air I would walk across open fields pretending to be some great explorer braving the elements…searching for a place to bed down and find warmth for the night. I could stay outside for hours. Of course, after my toes had finally gone numb I had a home to return to. A home with a warm bed and I could probably get a cup of hot cocoa if I asked my mom to make it.

  To this day, I still love the feel of an ice cold wind blowing across my face. And when given the chance here in Tennessee I always take the opportunity to go out for a walk on those cold blustery days. I don’t perhaps use my childhood imagination on these occasions but I do take a moment to remember them. I also take a moment to thank the Lord that He has always kept me warm. He has always kept me fed. He has always given me a home.

  Nowadays on my wintery walks I take my young sons with me. I watch with a certain joy as their little cheeks turn red and their eyes squint against the frigid winds. I wonder to myself what they might be thinking or imagining as their old man marches them through the wintery sleet.

  Now, all three of my sons were born here in the South. My wife is proud that they are like their Mama, Southern born and bred, and the truth be told, they don’t hold the same natural affinity for those wintery days as I do. Sure, they like being out with Dad, but not for too long mind you. They can take an hour of cold but that’s about it. So when we return from our wintery walks and we can see the warmth of our front porch light I take the time to remind them; isn’t it good to have a home? Isn’t it good to be warm? Isn’t it good to have some marshmallows in our cocoa…

  For the most part, I love being a dad. If you’re a parent, you understand that statement. My boys are old enough now that I can begin to share with them and explain Kingdom principles that are integral to how we choose to live as a family. Being that they are still ‘youngish’, my wife and I have ample opportunity to review and demonstrate the concept of sharing and giving quite often. When a baby learns the word ‘mine’ it’s a word that isn’t easily let go of.

  My family is like most I know, we have to stretch a dollar, we don’t live beyond our means, we honestly don’t have excess, but still…we don’t go without the necessities, so it’s safe to say that we have plenty.

  What I hope my boys walk away with is that you don’t have to be secured in a place of abundance in order to be secure out of giving from what you have.

  In my travels the most hospitable and giving people I’ve ever encountered have been people with the least…who gave from what they had…and mind you, they gave joyfully. Whether it was a meal, a bed or time…it was the attitude of giving that was and continues to be so humbling to me.

  Jesus keeps these thoughts pretty plain and simple for us doesn’t He? “If you have two coats and your neighbor has none…” Well hopefully you can figure out the rest.

  So, where does all this lead and why is this blog titled, “What’s Hiding in Your Closet?”

  Today I was the Belmont POC. (Pastor on Call) At 9am I had my first call. He was a gentleman from the street. Very friendly, polite, he was my age. His need was simple. It’s turning cold outside. He isn’t always guaranteed a spot with Room in the Inn and he needed a coat. A winter coat. Something to keep him warm. There is no warmth of a front porch light currently waiting for him as he turns the corner.

  I hadn’t been in the pantry for a few weeks so I didn’t really know what was available.

  What wasn’t available was a winter coat of any kind regardless of size. I was able to find a large windbreaker and some sweaters, but a winter coat would have been nice.

  It’s that time of year. Folks will be coming in now most every day looking for simple needs: warm coats and blankets.

  So tonight I’m going to go home, and I will use the opportunity to tell my boys who I met today. I’ll tell them this story and we’re going to talk a little bit more about giving and sharing around the dinner table tonight. However, Kingdom stories are intended to be followed with action, so we’re going to apply it.

  Now, I don’t put a whole lot of hangars to use in my closet…but maybe I’ve got an extra coat hiding in there somewhere that I can bring to the Isaiah 58 pantry… maybe you do too…

  What’s hiding in your closet?

  ~peace.
   
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  philbennett 3:05 pm on October 17, 2011 | 0 | # |
  

  I’ve been waking up several mornings over the last  few weeks very early in the morning (3 – 4:00 AM) from a perfectly fine sleep
  with my mind running like a race car out of control……

  “Oh yes…I need to call that guy and set up an appointment….and I need to move some money over to checking so the house note won’t be late …and I need to put up the weather stripping on the old windows…” I try to get this all under control and get back to sleep, but after lying there for a few minutes the next wave comes…” Oh man, I forgot about that prescription, it’s $ 160.00 a month AFTER my insurance and I just can’t afford that … the stock market is falling AGAIN…oh yeah and I think that guy is mad at me and how do I need to handle that ??…” ….sound familiar?

  I really hope not. Truly I do.

  But there’s no question that fear, real gut wrenching, stomach churning, sleep missing, hand wringing fear seems to be in no short supply in these times we are living in. It permeates much of life – our jobs, the economy, our finances, our health, the global mess we see every night on the news.

  I think sometimes that we live in the most tumultuous times ever. But then I think about all the terrible times throughout history – plagues, diseases:  smallpox, typhoid, influenza, cholera, and influenza, so many others. The great financial breakdowns, the terrible natural disasters, the great wars and conflicts, famines, so many hardand awful things and events.

  And then I think about when Jesus lived, and how those times were, living in a land occupied by a foreign army, poverty, disease, people possessed by demons. Yet Jesus was never overcome by all that. He kept reminding us that we could have peace in the storm,  that we could have a different peace than the world offers:

              John 14:27 Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives
  do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.

  John 16:33 I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the
  world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.”

  So WHY am I so afraid?? Why am I feeling all this fear?

  I have decided that all this fear is ultimately tied to my unbelief…the unbelief that would undermine my whole life if I let it. It’s the fear that God is NOT who he says He is, and that He won’t do what He says He will. That in the end I can’t trust Him, that He will let me fall. He sees the sparrow but He doesn’t see me…or doesn’t want to.

  Or worst of all, God may demand something from me I don’t want to give….my life, my money, my comfort, my security. Or maybe some SUFFERING…I don’t seem to be into suffering very much these days…

  So… what am I trying to say here ??

  I’m saying that there has always been, and will always be trouble in this world. Jesus warned us about that.

  Thus I have gone back to my original deal with God, the one I made with Him when I got saved, when I said I wanted to follow Him and for Him to do what He wanted in my life., and we’ll see how that goes. Obviously, at the time I wasn’t even sure what that meant. Well, I know now. And the deal still stands. He is God, and I am not, and that’s how we’ll proceed. Let’s go back to where all this began.

  And I am making up my mind that I’m going to stand up to all this fear, wherever it comes from, and keep moving, keep following Him, keep pressing to see His Kingdom come, not mine. I’m good with that.

  I invite you to join me, to remember your deal….it’s probably a lot like mine. In fact, I suspect there’s only one deal. But it’s the right one. And here are some of the reminders that I need; we all need to stand, to push back, and to remember who He is and consequently, who WE are.

  To  quote my friend Gordon, “Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior is strong, and weak in no way.” He was, is , and will always be the Rock.
  So I have climbed back up on the Rock. It’s better up here. A lot better. Come join me, there’s room for us all.

  Psalm 27:3
  Though an army besiege me, my heart will not fear; though war break out against me, even then I will be confident.

  Psalm 91:5
  You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day.

  Isaiah 35:4
  Say to those with fearful hearts, “Be strong, do not fear; your God will come, He will come with vengeance; with divine retribution He will come to save you.”

  Isaiah 41:10
  So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

  Romans 8:15
  The Spirit you received does not make you slaves, so that you live in fear again; rather, the Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship. And by him we cry, “Abba, Father.”

   

   

   
   
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  stuartstokes 10:48 am on September 21, 2011 | 0 | # |
  

  I’ve said it before and I am saying it again. I have the greatest job in the world. Not because I get to work in a church or travel to other countries but because I have people like Mick Antanaitis or Ken and Sandra Rideout or Kay Eaves on my speed dial.
  I’ve been carrying a burden for quite a while. One which wasn’t mine to carry. I’ve worried and fretted. I’ve had sleepless nights and I’ve been discouraged at times. It has not been an easy season for me. I go to these people from time to time to get clear Godly perspective. Most of the time they are encouraging and nurturing but every so often they hit me between the eyes with God’s word.
  The answer to my problem… It’s the second sentence in the second paragraph. “…[not] mine to carry.”
  It is so difficult for us isn’t it?
  If we see wrong we want to right it.
  If we see hurt we want to heal it.
  If we see sorrow we want to cheer it up.
  If we see stress we want to relieve it.
  And often times we are exactly right for the job. Often times we are in the right place at the right time and we are able to bring light and life to a dark and dead scenario. But not always. There are times when we are to pray and let it go. There are times when we have to trust the Spirit of God to work and move.
  This is what I’m learning. And I am grateful to be able to learn it with you.
   
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  philbennett 3:21 pm on August 15, 2011 | 2 | # |
  

  On Sunday, August 14th we held our 7th Annual Belmont Blast at Y.M.C.A. Camp Widjiwagan out on Old Hickory Lake. What a day we had !!!!
  God graciously provided a gorgeous, much cooler than average day with beautiful sunlight and huge billowy white clouds – hard to get much better. There was a great turnout, and we had both many who had been to all 7 of these to folks coming for the very first time. The first timers were offered many opportunities to get their party on with a picnic lunch, swimming, relaxing on the beach, canoe rides, rides on the Banana boats (yes, a banana-shaped inflatable boat pulled by a speed boat – life jackets required, thank you), the Blob (a large inflatable bag thingy that you sit on at one end while a person jumps off a tower onto the other end, thus propelling you into the air like the space shuttle and then into the lake). And yes, yours truly provided the blast off leap for someone who I will not name (Antony Boshier) which resulted in him getting much air. We both survived…

  You can’t talk about Camp Widjiwagan without mentioning the two, count em’ – TWO 100 foot waterslides. These are not just huge fun, as you careen down them at speeds exceeding 70 miles per hour (o.k., I made that up) but hey, it FEELS like 70 miles an hour as your tear down the slide toward your crash landing into the lake. But the slides offer more than this – they offer folks the opportunity to challenge your friends to RACE down, to compete in an Olympic – style event where there can be only one winner. I was indeed challenged to a vicious, no quarter given race by Dara Bacon (me – “may I ask why you are challenging me – just curious? “ Dara – “yes – I’ve already beaten everyone in our small group, and you’re next”.) And, world –class sportsman that I am, I can admit that she beat me, though it was unbelievably close. But the loss has made me re-think my theory that a larger mass + gravity will produce greater speed than a slimmer, sleeker, more athletic profile….and I am investigating some claims which have emerged that she may have jumped the start a little early, which would result in a default win for me…stay tuned for the results…

  I also want to give props to the Mercante family, Tony, Michele, and their sons, Michael, 10 and Nicholas, 7. As a result of an innocent squirt gun incident some years ago (involving the boys primarily, but maybe mom and dad too, now that I think about it) the boys, Michael & Nicholas, now show up at the Blast each year loaded up with the state of the art technology in water guns and water – based weapons of mass destruction. The Mercante’s snuck up on me while Jim Davis and I were helping with parking as people arrived. As I walked off one of the lots I turned to see a 10 and 7 year old waiting for me, with strange weapons of watery destruction, the likes of which I had never seen before. As they quietly approached, I also realized that my own water gun (a formidable weapon in its own right) was out of water. I was in a rough spot. I held up my weapon, and told them I was out of water, and that they had me… and they did. But then their parents, Tony and Michele came up and saw the deal.. Tony stopped the boys, said “it’s not right to shoot an unarmed man” and in an act of fair play I do not ever expect to see again, opened up the cooler he was carrying and proceeded to help me RE-LOAD my water gun. It was unbelievable. Then Tony stepped away and the battle began. And A 7 & 10 year-old unleashed their futuristic weapons and proceeded to soak me as I have never been soaked before. I emptied my water gun on the boys, but they pressed on. I was no match for them. I congratulated them (and their parents) for the clear and overwhelming victory. I told them, and I tell everyone reading this, that these are NOBLE and HONORABLE people, and I honor them and their victory. So if you have never been to the Belmont Blast, you have no idea of what you are missing. All of this and more awaits you if you will come join us. And yes, I took some tough hits, and suffered some losses. But I am strong, and I will recover, in time.

  I will survive.

  And I can’t wait until next year.
   
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  brianwade 9:06 am on July 22, 2011 | 0 | # |
  

  “The fire must be kept burning on the altar continuously; it must not go out” (Leviticus 6:13). This was the command of God to the people of God, and more specifically the priests.

  Later, Leviticus 9 records the fire of God falling from heaven, consuming the sacrifice and the people responding in worship. This was the origin of the fire that was to be kept burning continuously. The fire was not started by Moses or Aaron. Its genesis was not of human hands. The fire came straight out of heaven from the Presence of the Lord. Its beginning was heavenly… divine.

  Spiritual… and physical… at the same time.

  Imagine now, how radically important it would be for the priests, in fact for the entire community of Israel, to keep this fire burning. If storms or neglect were to snuff out this fire what would that mean? Could they just light another fire? Would God simply send more fire?

  As I spend time in the prayer room here in Kansas City I understand that I am tending a fire that is on the altar of my life. This fire originated from heaven. It is the Spirit and He lives in my physical body. I am commanded to tend His presence in my life… daily. I think too often I (we?) look for the extraordinary, supernatural event akin to fire falling from heaven. Now, I believe in those times, events, and supernatural God moments. I cherish those times and even pray for them. However, the encouragement of Scripture is to keep the fire burning continuously and not let it go out. In the NT, Paul tells Timothy to fan into flame… (2 Timothy 1:6). The emphasis is on cultivating the Presence of the Spirit (fire) in our lives on a daily basis.

  Daily.

  Protecting it during storms.

  Being mindful of it during the stress of life.

  The Presence of God in our lives needs to be cultivated continually.

  Have the storms of life threatened to turn the blazing fire of God into a smoldering ember? Have we neglected our daily relationship with the Spirit of Jesus for other “important” things?

  I pray grace upon each one of us to remain in Him, tend the fire and be consumed by it.
   

• brianwade 8:26 am on July 21, 2011 | 1 | # |
  

  The room is filled mainly with young 20 somethings. All of them are engaged in worship and prayer. The music is pulsing. I can feel the beat in my chest. As I sit in my seat at the International House of Prayer in Kansas City, my eyes survey the room. There are lights, cameras and monitors. The room is fairly bland, grey chairs, grey carpet and white walls. There are people sitting, standing, even people pacing back and forth captivated in intercession. The worship music is interspersed with specific prayer for an upcoming event.

  What attracts me to this place is not what I can see with my natural eyes. It is what is going on in the unseen realm. I envision that if I could see the unseen in this prayer room, it would be akin to the day of Pentecost and the tongues of fire that were consuming each of those in the Upper Room.

  Fire.

  That is what draws me.

  To be consumed by the Holy Spirit and His fire.

  These young people are laser focused. They are burning ones.

  In my heart I am resolute. I don’t intend on standing on the sidelines and watching them be consumed with zeal. I am crying out to God for fire. Fire that is fresh. Consuming. White hot. Nothing short will satisfy me.

  Cry out with me for fresh fire. Divine encounters. Pure love revealed. Age, personality and ethnicity doesn’t matter. The Spirit is free and available for all of us. Jesus came to baptize us with the Holy Spirit and fire (cf. Matt. 3:11).

  May the God of all grace consume each of us with the Spirit of Jesus.
   
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  philbennett 2:45 pm on July 18, 2011 | 1 | # |
  

  I had a most excellent experience two weeks ago, when I accepted the kind invitation of Tom Long to be a part of the Youth Worship Band for their Wednesday night gathering and then to play with them again as they led worship in the assemblies on July 9^th and 10^th. We started rehearsals on Tuesday night from 6 – 8:00PM in preparation for their Wednesday night Mosaic meeting. What an amazing bunch of young people they are.

  The girls went off in a separate room and worked on their vocals as the band
  (and one old guy) worked on the music and arrangements under the excellent
  leadership (I could add patient leadership) of Tom and Lisa Long. Then we all got together and played the songs and it was just so good to be part of it. Wednesday we got together early before the meeting and ran through all the songs again, prayed and played for the worship. I loved watching these remarkable young folks worship together yet still worship in all their various personal expressions – in song, in dance, in the quiet and so on. I was in a room of true worshippers and it was such a great time.

  We met again on Friday night to continue work on some more songs for the weekend assemblies. Same team with a few more singers added. Same hard work. Tom & Lisa long took the kids to the movies after rehearsal, so how cool is that? (It’s very cool…). We gathered on Saturday at Noon rehearsed most of the afternoon, then had pizza for dinner before the assembly. The team led worship for the Saturday evening assembly. They did a great job.

  Back on Sunday at 8:00 AM sharp for one final run through a few songs and
  then we played for the Sunday assemblies.
  You need to know that I considered it an honor to get to strum along in the
  back alongside these young folks as they served our body and grew as worship
  leaders and worshippers. You also need to know that Tom & Lisa Long,
  Shannon Albrecht, Kim Bishop, Tyler Merritt and many more volunteers and
  parents are pouring their lives into these young people and it is working. They
  are developing the skills, discipline and heart required to be worshippers and thus be able to lead others into worship.
  We have a truly  great gift in our midst, and are most blessed to get to be
  part of this. God is moving in and through our Youth – don’t miss it.

  Soli Deo Gloria……………….
   

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