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"Patty says I’m a Loser"

Posted on February 17, 2014 at 8:44 PM Comments comments (241)
From Pastor Ted Hambrick
"Patty says I’m a Loser"

That’s right! She says I’m a loser and she’s a finder. She’s right! I can’t believe how much I lose. I lose tools, shoes, my car at Walmart just to name a few things. I would say I’m getting old, but this is a lifelong condition.

Recently we had a RV donated to our ministry. I sold it on Saturday and when the man asked for the keys, I began my search. I finally had to tell him I couldn’t find them, but I said, "When my wife gets home, she’ll find them in ten minutes."

I spent all afternoon and most of the evening searching drawers, clothes, under furniture, in my car and every inch of the RV. 

Patty got home Saturday evening and she assured me she would find them tomorrow after church.

Do you know where she found the keys? In a drawer that I had searched at least 3 times. She’s the finder. (She's also a keeper !")

Just a week before the key episode, I got up on Sunday morning, shaved, showered, threw up the bed. Down South, throwing up the bed is when you don’t actually make it up, you just fix it to where you won’t be embarrassed if someone goes into your bedroom.

I laid down on the bed and went over my sermon, had breakfast, got our living room ready for church.

I suddenly realized I hadn’t seen my 5 pound chihuahua all morning. I called him. He usually comes running. 

Bart is always with me. He sitting on my lap, following me around the house and sleeps in our bed. I opened the front door and yelled for him. I looked in all the rooms and closets and I looked over towards our bed, There was a little lump in the middle of it! A close looked revealed that the lump was breathing. Yep! I had made Bart up in the bed. That Just proves I am a loser.

Jesus, however, is a finder! 
John 4:4 says, “Now he had to go through Samaria.”

The truth is he didn’t have to go, most Jews went around Samaria. There was something that compelled him to go Samaria. There was a woman at a well who needed to be found.

Isn’t it wonderful? Jesus is our finder.
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"Can't Never Could Do Nothing!

Posted on March 13, 2013 at 12:45 PM Comments comments (33)
From Pastor Ted Hambrick: "Can't Never Could Do Nothing!: 

I think it was determined early in my educational experience that I wasn't going to be a rocket scientist. I had a problem staying with the task long enough to learn the material. I was quick to say, "I can't." My older brother Bobby frequently tried to help me. When he would hear me say, "I can't," he would say, "Can't never could do nothing." It's bad grammar, but the principle was true. When you say, "I can't," what you're really saying is: "I give up!"

I haven't quite figured out this "getting old" thing. I don't know whether or not at a certain age you think, "Do I just stop and wait on Jesus or do I keep on going until I can't? 

At about 50 years old, I decided that there were a lot of things I couldn't do physically, I was too old. The truth is I just quit trying. Some of the younger people around me treated me like a feeble old man. The truth is they were just trying to be respectful.

One day I was visiting my family in Nashville, Tennessee and my little brother Jimmy told me that I had ready decided that I was old. He declared he wasn't going to get old until he had to. On the way home I thought about what he said. I decided to live differently. I wasn't going to get old until I got old. 

It was about that time, my son challenged me to hike part of the Appalachian Trail with him this spring. The only problem was I had already decided there were so many things I couldn't do physically. How could I carry a 40 lb pack and hike 10-15 miles a day on a trail? At that time physical exercise was walking to the mail box or picking sticks up off the front yard.

The thing I did was to accept the challenge from my son and I began to take hikes. I began to walk and hike. When I found something I couldn't do, I tried anyway. Then the next day I would do more and try harder, until I could accomplish the task. Soon I was doing a lot of things I had been convinced that I would never be able to do again. I was amazed how stong I felt. I also felt many years younger. It's been almost a year since I took the challenge. In a couple of months we will be hiking the trail.

The "can'ts" have become, "I can." I don't worry about not being able to do it. I can now do what I thought was impossible. This week I ran 4-5 miles and I biked 16 miles. I haven't run in 30 years. I've also been working with the weight machines at my gym to build muscle. 

Where would I be if I had answered my son's challenge with, "I can't? I would still be too old and I would be staying at home in May instead of living a dream.

God calls all of us to do things that are beyond us. When we look at the challenge and say, "Lord, I can't," we are really saying, "Lord, I won't." 

Here is how you should answer the Lord. The correct answer to the Lord is always, "Yes!" "No," is always a wrong answer. Answer and then try! 

Give God your best effort. He will help you. Here is a biblical truth that I have found. "God does not call us to do the impossible, without making it possible.
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How to Be Courageous

Posted on March 6, 2013 at 1:24 PM Comments comments (15)

How to Be Courageous

Actually I not an authority on courage. However, I have been scared a few times. I didn't have a long military career, but I was there long enough to learn some very valuable lessons. For instance, in Basic Training they took us out to the grenade range. Doesn't that sound fun? It does now, but back then I had not developed my...
 precision throwing arm. As a matter of fact, when I threw the ball it never went where I aimed. As a matter of fact my pitching style was better fitted for T-ball rather than the grenade range. Here we were getting ready to do something that I had not considered when I signed up. The Drill Sergeant informed us that we were not going to throw one, no we were going to get to throw 2 grenades.

At the grenade range, we were ordered to stand with our backs to the wall, then slide down the wall as we made our way, one at a time out of the bunker. Once outside the bunker we were introduced to the hand-grenade. One of the soldiers in front of me said something he thought was funny and the Drill Sergeant grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him away from the wall and then slammed him back against it. Thinking this was a point to make conversation with the Drill Sergeant, I asked, "You really enjoy this don't you? He said, "Private, what I would really enjoy would be going out there, picking you up and putting the little pieces of you in your helmet." If he was trying to scare me, he was quite successful.

Finally, I left the bunker and was lead to another Sergeant who was standing behind a high mound of dirt. He held a hand grenade in each hand. When I took a good look at him, he was scared from head to toe. He had obviously been in battle. As much as I admire and appreciate our troops, I wasn't sure how he got those scars and I wanted a grenade teacher who had never dropped one.

He placed one grenade into my shaking hand. He said pull the pin and bring your hand behind your ear and throw it over the dirt. I listened carefully to what he said. I pulled the pin, brought my hand all the way back behind my ear and threw it as hard as I could. It barely cleared the top of the dirt pile. 

The Sergeant was kind enough to offer to throw my second grenade for me. I guess he realized that I had an under- developed throwing arm. I declined because I was experienced now!

What I learned about fear that day was that the most difficult steps are the first ones, the steps when you decide, “I'm going to move forward. I'm going to do this!”

As believers we have an advantage. We have the Lord Himself who goes with us into those frightening situations in life. When God leads us into the valley, sometimes the courage comes only when we take the first step on faith. The courage comes when we say, “Lord you know how I feel and how weak I am, but this step, this first step is a step trusting and believing.”

It's amazing the courage that comes from faith walking.
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Things You Might Not See

Posted on February 19, 2013 at 8:12 PM Comments comments (108)
On my morning walk through a wooded trail near our home, my dog, Jairy and I came across a snake. It was about 3 feet long and lay across directly in front of us. The thing about it was that it was perfectly camouflaged. I'm not sure why I noticed it. I guess I could have either stepped on it or stepped across it without even knowing how close I was to him. I threw some pine cones at it and it didn't even react. I touched it with a stick and the snake barely moved. I don't even think my dog, that I had taken for protection, ever saw the snake even though it was right in front of him.

As I continued my walk I thought about how there are hidden things that are in our paths of life. Things, that if not spotted, could cause us harm. The devil is described as a serpent in the garden of Eden. One thing that we do know is that he and his ways are not always easily seen. The Good News is that God provides his Spirit to lead and guide. He helps us spot those dangers before they strike. The key is learning to listen and to lean on Him. 

You are loved and appreciated. Praying for you!


Pastor Ted
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Need a hand give a hand

Posted on February 14, 2013 at 12:13 PM Comments comments (11)
  1. From Pastor Ted Hambrick:

    "Gomer Joins the Army"

    It's been a long time ago, when the bus from the classification center delivered us to Bravo 1,1. It was my company area where I would be trained to be a Solider in the U S Army. I was a naïve 19 year old from down in Wilkerson Hollow in Joelton, Tennessee. Everybody knows that in Tennessee we practice Southern hospitality. I think I grinned ...and spoke to everybody I met on the street, as a matter of fact everybody did. Now I was in the Army and my southern hospitality wasn't ready for the men with the Smokey the Bear hats that were standing waiting for our bus to stop. I knew that there would be a Drill Sergeant, but I kind of thought we would be assigned one, and we'd kind of follow him around learning about being a soldier. When the bus stopped and the door opened, three of the drill Sergeants stormed on the bus, shouting at us, calling us names and ordering us to get off the bus. And they yelled and shouted at us all the way to the barracks. As a matter of fact, they yelled at us the whole time we were there.

    That same day they lined us up and began to teach us how to march. I learned that there were two different kind of lefts, my left and the Military left, and most of the time they were not the same. The Drill Sergeant always insisted we use the military left. There was a special moment when I realized who I was. We were marching and I noticed that everybody, but me was out of step. My Drill Sergeant looked back at me and I saw fire in his eyes. He got right behind my ear and screamed at me. I thought, “I've seen this before.” It was the same way Sergeant Carter yelled at Gomer Pyle. I thought to myself, “I'm Gomer!! That's exactly who I am. I'm a Gomer! When I laughed, it made the drill Sergeant shout louder.

    One thing that this Gomer could do was run. After a few weeks of training I had the stamina to run. One day we were on the rifle range and we were ordered to run back to our barracks several miles away. After we had run 1 or 2 miles, soldiers began to quit and fall out, but we were ordered to keep running. After several miles, we came to a big hill that the troops had a special word of endearment describing it. I will not be sharing that word with you. More soldiers fell out, but I kept running. I began to make wise cracks about those who fallen out and made remarks about those who looked as if they were about to drop.

    Then I decided to show off, I turned around and started to run backwards making fun of the others. I hadn't gone far before my feet slipped out from under me and I fell flat on my back. I lay on the ground moaning, everybody laughed at me as they looked down at me and ran past. The drill Sergeant, my friends; everybody laughed. I figured if I hadn't been such a jerk, somebody would have offered me a hand up, instead they just laughed.

    The Bible teaches us to: “Do unto others as you would have them to do unto you.” It's a principle that really works in life. If you want kindness, be kind. If you want compassion, be compassionate. If you want to be loved, be loving to others.
    Want a helping hand up when you fall? Give a helping hand!


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Posted on February 13, 2013 at 1:02 PM Comments comments (11)
  1. Dear Church Family, Friends, and New Friends:

    I work at home and don't see a lot of people. I do have my posse: that's my dogs Jairy and Bart. Jairy's a lab and Bart is a Chihuahua. Bart often spends his day in my lap as I work on my Jairy guards me from the sleeping position at my feet. When I get up maybe to go to the refrigerator, we all go to the refrigerator. I'll stand there with the door open surveying my possibilities and when I look down, Jairy and Bart are doing the same.

    Sometimes we need some exercise and Jairy likes to retrieve a ball. He will bring the ball back as long as I will throw it, with one exception. If a squirrel happens to run from his tree, Jairy will stop in mid-stride and chase the squirrel. It's like he has this disconnect in his brain when he sees a squirrel. I call it squirrel alert. Squirrel!!!! You can yell, plead, threaten, baby talk. Nothing works as long as the squirrel alert is sounding. The squirrel has his full attention.

    A few days ago I was at Wal-Mart with Patty. We were in the wide isle behind the registers, passing the women's clothes. She was telling me a story about something that had happened at work. I, as a good husband was dutifully listening, wondering if the story had a point. Suddenly in mid sentence, she stopped, turned, I'm sure I heard the word “SQUIRREL.” Maybe not, but it sure seemed like it. Patty stopped and said, “Would you look at this, I can't believe the price.” We didn’t buy it and we proceeded on our way and she continued her story. Suddenly, “SQUIRREL!!” She saw another bargain! There we went again, diving into the woman’s section.

    After thinking about my discovery, I wondered if we all have a SQUIRREL alert: the alarm that goes off inside of us when we see something that we just love. I thought about mine. I could only think of one. If I see a nice 50's model Chevrolet pick-up, my brain shuts off and I want to see it and talk trucks. “Squirrel!”

    Then I realized a lot of people have a squirrel alert in their walk with the Lord. Things are going fine, and you're growing and enjoying the Lord's presence, then seemingly out of nowhere, “SQUIRREL!!!” Your attention is diverted to something else. I don't mean it is always a major offense, just something that takes your attention away from the Lord. For some it's a football game, “SQUIRREL!!” You can't miss the play-offs. For others it’s career, others family, for others it’s problems.

    Whatever it is, you're taking the focus off of the Lord and directing it to something of far less importance. I don't know if we are born with a “SQUIRREL ALERT,” but I do know that we need to be aware that if Satan can redirect us, half his battle is won.

    Praying for each of you.
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