Archive | August 2013



“This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends. You are my friends if you do what I command you. No longer do I call you servants, for the servant does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all that I have heard from my Father I have made known to you.
John 15: 12-15
Photo courtesy of the Curtiss Family Album

in us


He is in his majesty,
Not looking down upon us,
But here with us,
He is in us.

He holds the past and future,
Not gone without us,
Here with us,
He is in us.

He intercedes on our behalf,
He hugs us,
Now with us,
He is in us.

He shows his love and mercy,
His hands upon us,
With us,
In us.

Poem by Cleve Sylcox
Photo by Marge McCoy



Your own soul is nourished when you are kind, but you destroy yourself when you are cruel. Evil people get rich for the moment, but the reward of the godly will last
Proverbs 11: 17-18
Photo by Marge McCoy

my hope is built on nothing less


My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly trust in Jesus’ Name.
On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
When darkness seems to hide His face,
I rest on His unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.
His oath, His covenant, His blood,
Support me in the whelming flood.
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my Hope and Stay.
When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh may I then in Him be found.
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.
Hymn My Hope is Built by Edward Mote, 1834
Photo by Cheryl Cook



Therefore God has highly exalted him and bestowed on him the name that is above every name, so that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.

Philippians 2:9-11
Photo by Marge McCoy