Just Felt An Interjection

I just felt like adding this...

I have been surfing around through Diaryland. There are some very nice layouts on some of the diaries. How can you not help but follow the example of others.

Right now I'm listening to Detrick Haddon, "Lost and Found," track number 2...

I know how he feels too. My mama still thinks I'm her baby, too.

I will be glad when November gets here. I am ready to go to Memphis for the Convocation.

I'm Getting My Praise On...

All of the students are gone before 3:30 this afternoon. I am totally shocked. I am glad. I am sitting here by myself waiting on Jerry to come pick me up. He should be here by 4:30.

During lunch, one of my nostrils cleared up. Why in the world does one nostril clear up and the other stay congested. I have yet to figure that one out. I feel a little better.

I am still editing my father's book. He has some deep stuff in the book. It is a book about Christian Discipleship. He challenges the reader to really think. He is challenging me because I have to think like he thinks. Oh, Lord, help here somebody.

I received an email from someone who will remain nameless at this time. I believe that the person is a bit upset with me at the moment. That's the tone I got from the email. I am working on correcting it.

I really hate pop-up windows, but who doesn't. (I felt that one.)

Excuse me, I gotta go wipe my runny, itchy eyes.

Later!

P.S. Is it alright if I get my praise on right quick? 1-2-3, let's go in with it.

Sinuses, Oh Sinuses

My sinuses are acting crazy. I woke up twice in the wee hours of the morning with a snotty, runny nose. Good grief. It's 8:29 am and I can't breathe. How am I supposed to deal with these children. My head is pounding?

I have a lot on my plate now.

Interjection: What is it going to take to get through to him?

Back to my main thought:

I have a lot on my plate now. I don't mind. I am helping my father to edit a book he is working on. It's a lot of work to do.

Interjection: I cried, Lord, please help me!

I'm back. Not only am I editing the book for my father, but Mother Margaret Moore wants me to do a website for her. I haven't gotten to it yet. I am planning to spend this weekend devoted to doing it. (She can be very demanding at times.)

I have to go sneeze. I'll holla back later.

P.S. I wish I was getting paid for all this work I am doing. SMILE!

FGAC Convention 2002

Convention Week 2002 begins... September 16, 2002

Well, my hair doesn't look a mess anymore. I went to the hair salon on Tuesday. Nette hooked me up right as usual.

Y'all pray for me. I hadn't gotten a perm since July. It's September now. Lord, it had been three months since my last perm. I felt so bad. I need help. I am going to try to do better.

My hair has gotten long. I am going to wear it down one of these days. So, much for the hair.

We (FGAC) are in convention this week.

Tuesday night was the musical. It was good. Every group was anointed, but that's easy to be, because as much prayer that goes on a tour church, the anointing rests in our church.

Jimmy Wyatt tore the church at the end of service. He was the last person to perform before the end of the musical. He sung "My Soul Loves Jesus." He had sung about three verses of the song, and then he got up off the organ and went to his seat. Everybody was like aww. The MC told him that he couldn’t just leave us there, he had to come back. He had folk doing stuff coming from out in the back of the church to see who was singing. It was funny. After church everyone was saying, "He was wrong for that."

Wednesday night Pastor/Evangelist John Black preached. He did good. His subject was "The Point of No Return." He talked about Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane. I will have to look at the video tape to see what text he used.

Speaking of the video tape... The extension cord that I was using would not work. I had to go get the 4 group of household extension cords that I had plugged together to use in service. It was the middle of service and I had to run around looking for an extension cord. I had to run two video cameras because Bro. Ransom wasn’t there to run his camera.

I had to pick Jerry up from the airport. I didn't think Evg. Black was going to be through with his message before it was time for me to leave for the airport, but he was. I was glad. I didn't want to have to leave the service with the video still recording. (I am using Barry's video camera this year. He has a nice camera. I am a little nervous about using it.)

Thursday morning it was raining. I couldn't find an umbrella so I had to make a ghetto umbrella. I rode to work with a Minyard's grocery bag on my head.

It's raining, so we are going to have to close the school down. It is leaking in the closet where the air conditioner is. We can't run the air conditioner. It's too hot to be sitting up here. We are waiting on two parents to come pick up their children. It might be a minute.

Thursday night was okay. It was cold in the sanctuary. Folks was covered up with coats, sheets, and blankets. It was cold!

Friday was a trip. We met with the Queens. Sis. Queen and I were to pick up the singer, Crystal Rucker. Jerry and Bro. Queen were to pick up the speaker, Dr. Oscar Benton. Sis. Queen and I left late to pick her up. She hadn't been waiting on us long though. I told Sis. Queen to go to the wrong hotel. We changed hotels this year and no one told me. I was so embarrassed. It was okay. We all (Jerry, Bro. Queen, Sis. Queen, and I) went out to eat with Dr. Benton. He was very nice and down to earth. It was fun.

Friday night the service was off the chain. It was a little cold in the sanctuary, but the service was good. Dr. Benton preached and Crystal sang. It was good. I went through the prayer line. When we began to praise the Lord at the end of the altar call, Kim Greer fell out on the floor. Sis. Campbell went to dancing. A few seconds later, he husband went to dancing. Before I knew it, I was bucking myself. It was anointed in the house. Everyone was getting their praise on.

Saturday, Jerry and I took Crystal to the airport. Bro. Queen took Dr. Benton. I came back home and slept most of Saturday. Jerry and I picked up the guest for Sunday morning, Evg. William Morris. We dropped him off at the hotel and went back to the house.

Sunday I was late for 8:00 AM service. The organist was not there so I had to play the drums. I had to sing with no music. It is hard to try to sing an upbeat congregational song with no music at all. I did okay.

11:00 AM service was good. I had to run around and get the flyer ready for the missionary garage sale that is schedule for this Saturday. I had Joseph with me for awhile. I sat by Janice. Jerry had me take pictures of Evg. Morris. After service, Jerry and I went out to eat with Dr. E.C. Carson and Evg. Morris. We went over the Myles' house after we ate.

We didn't have church on Sunday night. Thank God!

All in all, the convention week was good. I am tired because of it. I am getting ready for November, when it is Memphis time.

My Head, My Head

I am in a dilly of a pickle. It's my own fault.

I was scheduled to get my hair done today, but my hair stylist is having complications. I should know by now that no hair salon is open on Monday. I am supposed to go tomorrow, but our convention starts tomorrow. I will be pushing trying to get my hair done and make it to church on time. I am the videographer & media ministry co-ordinator for the convention, I can't be late.

Oh, well.

School Time Tales and Such

So far, school has been going good. I don't have the added pressure that I had last year. Thank God for moving things out of the way. I have students that are doing good. It's good.

I have some new ideas that I think will work. Hopefully, they will.

We didn't have school today, because of construction on the building. So, right now, I am watching some collections of Fred Flintstone. It's been fun. I haven't seen any with the children.

I have a question, was there more than one Dino. In some episodes, Dino is purple. In other episodes, Dino is reddish orange. What's up with that?

I tried doing a little work, but I got tired. I didn't feel too good. I took a nap and now I feel a lot better.

That's it for now.

I Preached Myself Some Good News

Week of 9/8/02 - September 11th was on the news. - Bad News

Monday 9/9/02 - "African-American Women are more likely to get various deadly diseases" - More Bad News

Wednesday 9/11/02 - September 11th is on every channel. I can't get away from it. - More Bad News

Thursday 9/12/02 - Received an email that says You can get cancer from a chemical in shampoo and toothpaste. - More Bad News

I became frustrated. I needed to hear some good news. I prayed and asked God for some good news. I begin to think about Heaven. I decided to work on a sermon about Heaven. (I am a missionary. You can check out my ministry.)

I began practicing my sermon as I usually does. Before I knew what had happened, I had jumped up from my desk and I was praising God and speaking in tongues. I know the neighbors downstairs must have though I had lost my mind.

There is good news amidst all the bad news in the land. There is a place called Heaven where, the wicked will cease from troubling, the weary shall be at rest, and all of the saints of the ages, will sit at God's feet and be blessed.

There is a prerequisite for getting to Heaven, you must be born again.

God gave me my good news and I preached it to myself.