Charlie Cannon, Part 1

“And He said to them, ‘Follow Me, and I will make you fishers of men.’ And they immediately left the nets, and followed Him.”  Matthew 4:19-20

 

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Lindy Mitchell leaned out the Jeep window for a kiss. “I’ll be back in an hour. Don’t get lost, or we might have to send a search party in after you.”

Mace Mitchell grinned. How well my wife knows me, he thought.

“Don’t worry–I have a list.” He pulled his wrinkled, yellow piece of paper from his jeans and waved it. “Just call me when you’re leaving the grocery, Lins, and I’ll be ready. Love you, Choo-Choo.”

“Ditto, Kiddo.”

He watched her blond head blip around the corner out of the parking lot, then he grabbed a buggy.

Smoothing out the paper, he raked a hand through his curly hair. Picture hangers. Doormat. Interior paint, #2891 Ocean Breezes. Okay, he’d head on over to Paint first.

On his way there, he envisioned the pastel blue-green color Lindy picked for their bedroom.  Once they decided to paint, it’d taken Lindy several tries to find the right color.  No black, no purple, was all he asked. So last night when she held up her tiny paint chip against their stark white walls, he heartily agreed.

Yeah, he’d try his best to get in and out of here today, and not aimlessly float down the aisles to play with the newest and coolest the store had in their displays. It was his plan to get the bedroom taped and completely knocked out by noon, then buzz on over to the church to tweak the sound and graphics for tomorrow’s worship service.

At Paint, the young guy behind the counter was mixing another order. He wiped his hands on a paint-splattered apron and approached. “Kyle” said his nametag. “May I help you, sir?”

Mace pointed to the list. “I certainly hope so, Kyle. I need two gallons of this in your best interior flat.”

Kyle nodded. “Be right back.”

Kyle went about gathering cans of base paint, cracking the lids, and sticking them under the color machine. Mace watched as several codes were punched on the keypad and long and short dribbles of color slid into his paint. Opposite them, the paint agitator stopped its monumental shaking. Kyle strode to the monster of a machine, removed another customer’s can from its bowels, scooped out a paint daub on his finger. Mace chuckled as Kyle had to rummage under the counters for a decidedly low-tech hand-held hair dryer to dry the paint color he’d swiped on the lid.

Mace went back to his list. While the paint’s getting mixed, I should head on over to hardware for those wall hangers to put up those pictures Lindy’s been dogging me about. Then over to flooring to get a replacement doormat, thanks to Ranger, who’d gotten bored last week and decided to chew up the old one.

Mace started forward, almost bumping his cart into a guy who’d since appeared at the paint counter. Surprise shot into the other man’s full-bearded face. “Hey, sorry about that,” apologized Mace. “Hope I didn’t get you.”

“Naw, not a problem.” The man met Mace’s eyes. A flicker of recognition lit the gray eyes, then receded.

I know him too, thought Mace, but where do I know him from?

Kyle walked up with the finished can of paint, set it on the counter. “Here you go, Mr. Cannon. Will there be anything else for you today?”

Cannon. Charlie Cannon? Could it be—?

Thankful For. . .My Church Family

This is a story of how the church should roll. .  whenever there is a tangible need, we should love on our brothers and sisters in Christ and seek to fulfill that need. All because Jesus has made a difference in our lives. To Him be the glory. . . .

Al and I were present at a church family member’s house re-dedication recently.

Becky Woods, who lost her husband Danny to pancreatic cancer a few months ago, also faced major water damage a few weeks later to a large portion of her home. A couple of church members felt impressed to take this project on themselves for Becky. They used the insurance money Becky was issued to oversee and carry out the remodel, which had now grown to a whole-house project, while Becky was allowed to stay in town with daughter Kristy and son-in-law Mark.

Several drastic changes took place: Drywall and flooring were replaced. Wallpaper came down and fresh paint went up. Bathrooms were updated, along with a lot of other little niceties put in their place. Oh, Becky got a new flat-screen TV, replacing the outdated, water-damaged one in the den.

It was a new home for Becky! When she arrived, my husband Al prayed a prayer of dedication. He prayed that God would give Becky a new beginning and that God would use her and her “new” home to bless others through her in Jesus’ name. As Becky walked through and touched each lovely thing, Becky marveled at how God had provided for her, again and again.

I was thankful to witness in person, God’s faithfulness displayed through His people. We are never more like our heavenly Father than when we are giving . . .and are transformed through Holy Spirit’s power to literally become His hands of love, His feet in shoe leather.

We humbly praise God from Whom all blessings flow. . . !

Lookin’ up,

Sislyn

“Thankful For. . .Water”, Guest Blog by Fran Tucker

Fran Tucker is a servant, wherever you find her. On Wednesday nights at Ridgecrest Baptist Church, she’s neck-deep in Awanas Sparkie stuff–fearlessly directing the other adult workers, enabling those young children to hide God’s Word in their hearts.  She is a natural leader. Last year, she was voted onto our pastor’s search committee because she is a respected woman of God who prays carefully through decisions God puts before her. She is also a tireless studier of God’s Word, always wanting to know more about God and how to implement those truths in her life.  Finally, Fran is a joyous Christian, in every sense of the word. You can’t spend two minutes around her and not find that out!

Fran is a retired oncology R.N. , married to Rick, a mom, a stepmom, and a grandmother.  Read her story below for something that she is truly thankful for. . . water!

“Thanksgiving Water”

This may sound crazy but as Thanksgiving draws near one word sums up what I am thankful for: WATER.
You may be saying water!!!! This time of year with turkey , dressing, pumpkin pie, cranberry sauce and this lady is grateful for WATER!
One of my favorite stories in the Bible deals with water. The story is found in John 4:4-29. This is the story of the Samaritan Women whom Jesus offered the “Living Water.”
I so relate to this lady. When I was 28 I decided I no longer wanted to be married. I packed up my child and left. I was lost, of the world, and thought I answered only to myself. One night in my misery I cried out to God. Not long after that I met my present husband of 25 years Rick Tucker. He invited me to church. I would sit each Sunday morning and listen to Pastor Ernest Ferrell give God’s Word. I was so like the woman at the well because I was an adulterous women and thought there was no hope. I was used goods. But Jesus saw the Samaritan women as His creation and worthy of being salvaged! He offered her Living Water even in her sin that HE knew all about!
The Holy Spirit began to draw me. . . One Sunday when the invitation was given I knew I could not stay in my seat. That day I realized I was a sinner and yet Christ died for me!!! I wept for hours. For any of you who see me in church you know I still weep. But I am grateful for what the LORD has done for me. Some of you may say “Oh, she is that woman crying and lifting her hands” in the 9:45 service. Yep, that’s me. You see Jesus offered me the Living Water, I drank it and I will never thirst again. He told the Samaritan Women in John 4:23-24 “A time is coming and has now come when true worshipers will worship the Father in Spirit and in truth, for they are the kind of worshipers the Father seeks.” Jesus saved me and filled me with the Holy Spirit. I am not used goods. I am a new creation in Christ Jesus, a daughter of the King, a child of God for all eternity!
I have to ask. Have you drank from the “Living Water” that never will run dry? No turkey, pumpkin pie,or even my sister’s strawberry salad can begin to compare.
Thank You Lord Jesus for showing me I was a thirsty sinner in need of salvation and for giving me the “Living Water” that never will run dry!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING
FRAN TUCKER