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Kitchens Creek
Baptist Church Email:
Pastor
Milton W Howard
Weekly Church Bulletin
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APRIL 20, 2025 |
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daily
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7:45
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kwdf
am 840 |
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morning
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11:00
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wednesday
worship: |
7:00
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FOOD FOR THOUGHT –
Thomas Goodwin
Christ's riches are unsearchable, and this doctrine of the gospel is the field this treasure is hidden in.
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Man takes great pains to
heap up riches, and they are like heaps of manure in the field, good for
nothing unless they be spread.
MATHEW HENRY
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Those who will not observe
the judgments of God's mouth shall not escape the judgments of His hand.
MATHEW HENRY
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"Wait
on the LORD: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart:
wait, I say, on the Lord."
(Psalms 27:14)
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A HEAVY CROSS – C.H. SPURGEON
No
cross is so heavy to carry as a living cross. Next to a woman who is bound
to an ungodly husband, or a man who is unequally yoked with a graceless
wife, I pity the father whose children are not walking in the truth, who
yet is himself an earnest Christian. Must it always be so, that the father
shall go to the house of God and his son to the alehouse? Shall the father
sing the songs of Zion, and the son and daughter pour forth the ballads of
Belial? Must we come to the communion table alone, and our children be
separated from us? Must we go on the road to holiness and the way
of peace, and behold our dearest ones traveling with the multitude the
broad way, despising what we prize, rebelling against him whom we adore?
God grant it may not be so, but it is a very solemn reflection. More
solemn still is the vision before us if we cast our eyes across the river
of death into the eternity beyond. What if our children should not walk in
the truth, and should die unsaved? There cannot be tears in heaven; but if
there might, the celestials would look over the bulwarks of the new
Jerusalem and weep their fill at the sight of their children in the flames
of hell, for ever condemned, for ever shut out from hope. What if those to
whom we gave being should be weeping and gnashing their teeth in torment
while we are beholding the face of our Father in heaven! Remember the
separation time must come. O ye thoughtless youths! Between you and your
parents there must come an eternal parting! Can you endure the thought of
it? Perhaps your parents will first leave this world: oh, that their
departure might touch your consciences and lead you to follow them to
heaven! But if you go first, unforgiven, impenitent sinners, your parents
will have a double woe in their hour. How sadly have I marked the
difference when I have gone to the funeral of different young people. I
have been met by the mother who told me some sweet story about the girl,
and what she did in life and what she said in death, and we have talked
together before we have gone to the grave with a subdued sorrow which was
near akin to joy, and I have not known whether to condole or to
congratulate. But in other cases, when I have entered the house my mouth
has been closed, I have asked few questions, and very little has been
communicated to me; I have scarcely dared to touch upon the matter.
By-and-by the father has whispered to me, “The
worst of all is, sir, we had no evidence of conversion. We would have
gladly parted with the dear one if we might have had some token for good.
It breaks my wife’s heart, sir. Comfort her if you can.” I have
felt that I was a poor comforter, for to sorrow without hope is to sorrow
indeed. I pray it may never be the lot of any one of us to weep over our
grown up sons and daughters dead and twice dead. Better were it that they
had never been born, better that they had perished like untimely fruit,
than that they should live to dishonor their father’s God and their
mother’s Savior, and then should die to receive, “Depart,
ye cursed,” from those very lips which to their parents will
say, “Come,
ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you.”
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CALL
TO WORSHIP
Isaac Watts, 1709
Ere the blue heavens were stretched abroad,
From everlasting was the Word:
With God He was; the Word was God,
And must divinely be adored.
By His own power were all things made;
By Him supported all things stand;
He is the whole creation’s head,
And angels fly at His command.
Ere sin was born, or Satan fell,
He led the host of morning stars;
(Thy generation who can tell,
Or count the number of Thy years!)
But lo! He leaves those heavenly forms,
The Word descends and dwells in clay,
That He may hold converse with worms,
Dressed in such feeble flesh as they.
Mortals with joy behold His face,
Th’ eternal Father’s only Son;
How full of truth! How full of grace!
When through His eyes the Godhead shone!
Archangels leave their high abode
To learn new mysteries here and tell
The love of our descending God,
The glories
of Immanuel.
(Tune: Doxology)