Oneta 84

The following is from a Face Book status which I posted in 2014.  Amidst this time of so many feeling like their “church” has failed them, I am again so thankful for the churches and people in my past.  I hope on this Sunday, you are fortunate to be in a church where you find children of God who help breath joy and hope into your life.  Remember “you are the finger of God.”  Be help and receive help as a member of the body of Christ.  May God grace local church bodies with his presence today.


Remember, I left off yesterday thinking of those old Pentecostal members who produced the church in the mid nineteen hundreds—Mash, Anderson, Lawson, Ellis, Sisk, Dillard, Reddick, Jones, Corvin, Williams, Crosswhite, Jeager, Johnson, Green, Holmes, Wade, Campbell, Tramel, Crawford, Clark, Antone, Rex, Burchett, Jernigan, Plumtree, Meltabarger, Wilson, Thornton, Gibson, McCune, Fowler, Scott, McConnell, Mashburn, Selby, Goad, Parker, Muse….The list goes on, and on and on and I still haven’t found the pickle-faced skinflints. What I remember is faithfulness, hospitality, manners, teachers, preachers, saints…Those who gave, tithed, attended, loved, made cookies and pot roasts, worked in nurseries, picked up neighbor kids, built buildings and kids, had “all-night” prayer meetings, attended three week revivals, had Sunday School Rallies and dinner on the grounds, gave tic-tacs and red-hots, and, yes, they even gave to missions. They lived in the day when the churches’ mission was to disciple people, and I am very grateful to have been discipled by them! Wish my peers and I had done as well.

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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