34 Ford

My Father's birthday was yesterday. He has born on Jan 17, 1934 in a little town called Sweetwater, Oklahoma. I can describe my father with a picture.

He owned a 34 Ford once in his lifetime and he always wanted to buy another one. He was as wild as that car but he was Dad. He was as soft as man can be and as hard as the world had taught him. He was always there. He was my father I am proud of what he became. Happy Birthday Dad! One of many more celebration in heaven.

I wish he would have kept the car for us to drive in 2008.
Ken

One Of The Chosen

I Voted Today!
Jan 17, 2008
My Dad’s birthday!
Before you think you missed the voting day, I received in the mail last week a ballot for the Feb 5, 2008 consolidated Presidential Primary Election. Our address has been designated as a mail ballot precinct.

This means there is no polling place for me. I feel robbed! No where to go into a booth with a curtain around it and to mark the one I think will do a good job. I will not tell you the name of the person I voted for. But if they win the election I will tell you my vote is the one that got them into office.

Boy I miss that little room inside a big room! I miss the little sticker that you got to wear all day saying “I VOTED TODAY”. Maybe they will send the sticker to me in the mail.
Go Vote on Feb 5, 2008!
Pastor Ken

My son, his wife and my granddaughter made this snow man. They are proud of it. It is a first for my granddaughter and one of many from the other two. It lost its nose last night to one of the following:
squirrels,
raccoons,
coyotes,
bobcats,
deers,
skunks,
mountain lions,
a mouse.
Good thing Bears are not on this list.
Take some time in your day today to make something with a family member. Take a picture of it and send it to me at Ken@centralcommunity.com. I will place the winning picture on this site.

Pastor ken

Around the Bend

I meet a man for the second time today. I and Tricia were coming to church this morning and around one of the turns was a truck on its side. The man was going to fast and hit a patch of ice. The rest is history. You could see the tracks of his truck in the ice. He battled to keep the truck on the road. As we came up to him, he was walking around and ok. He looked like a sweet, kind guy in his early 60’s. His right arm was banged up a little. Another driver was already helping him and things were in control. I asked if we could call anyone for him and he said there was no one to call. We called 911 and other help was on its way, mainly for his truck.
We had met this guy about a month ago. He was driving up the hill and slid off the road and into a snow bank. He was going to fast again. He was not hurt but just had to wait for a tow truck to pull him out. Tricia prayed for Him.
Can’t wait to meet the guy for a third time! But I will ask for his phone number this next time and I and Tricia will take him out to dinner, something is calling us together. It just might be life, but you never know. He really just might not have any one to call. Maybe God has been calling us to help him.
Watch your driving today and watch out for the others around you. They might need your help today!
Pastor Ken

Today Cake, Tomorrow a Toy

We are going down to Siempre tomorrow to share in their Christmas celebrations. Here are some of the kids that will be unwrapping presents instead of eating cake.
Come with us, just call us
Pastor Ken

This Side of Heaven

I had a friend die the other day.
She was just a few years older than me and we grew up in the Arlington Church of God in Riverside, CA. I have known her for 41 years. Wow I am old! For most of the world she will never be remembered for her name or for what she had done, but for some of us, she was a friend, a helper, a prayer partner, a football player, a good person.

I was the leader of the youth group many years ago and we were in the process of raising money to send youth to camp. One of the projects was to collect newspapers to recycle. This friend and my sister played a joke on another friend of mine with those newspapers. I had stopped off at his house after school to pick something up; as we came to his bedroom door he could not get it open. We pushed it open just a few inches and there all the way to the ceiling was all those newspapers wadded up in his room.

It was funny! It was a good joke! We all set down and laughed together. Later it was time to go home. I laughed all the way home. BUT when I could not get my door open to my bedroom at my house. I stopped laughing! My room was also filled to the ceiling with all those newspapers. It wasn’t funny anymore! I called and complained! I told them they were in trouble with stealing all those newspapers from the youth group. But there told me they had bought all the papers from the church gave the pastor the money and now were giving me a present. Wow what a gift! Given with love, a laugh and a smile.

My sister died many years ago. Now Rhonda is with her in heaven. One day I will meet them again in heaven. I just hope I will not have to push the gates of heaven open because there is a pile of newspaper waiting for me on the other side.
Pastor Ken

Merry Christmas!

Wishing the best for each and everyone of you this Christmas and in the year to come. God bless you! Have a great day!
Ken