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OPEN HEART SURGERYOPEN HEART SURGERYOPEN HEART SURGERY Tomorrow morning," the surgeon began, "I'll open up your heart." "You'll find Je-sus there," the boy inter-rupted. The surgeon looked up, annoyed. "I'll cut your heart open, "he continued, "to see how much damage has been done." "When you open up my heart, you'll find Jesus in it. The surgeon looked to the parents, who sat quietly. "When I see how much damage has been done, I'll plan what to do next." "You'll find Jesus in my heart. The hymns all say He lives there. You'll find Him in my heart." The sur-geon had had enough. "I'll tell you what I'll find in your heart. I'll find damaged muscle, low blood supply, and weakened vessels. And I'll find out if I can make you well." The surgeon left. The surgeon sat in his office, recording his notes from the surgery,"...damaged aorta, damaged pulmonary vein, widespread muscle degen-eration. No hope for trans-

plant, no hope for cure. Therapy: painkillers and

bed rest. Prognosis:," here he paused, "death within one year." He stopped the re-corder, but there was more to be said. "Why?" he asked aloud. "Why did You do this? You've put him here; You've put him in this pain; and You've cursed him to an early death. Why?" The Lord answered and said, The boy, My lamb, was not meant for your flock, and will forever be...Here, in My flock, he will feel no pain, and will be comforted as you cannot imagine. His parents will one day join him here, and they will know peace, and My flock will continue to grow." The surgeon's tears were hot, and began to stream down his cheek. "You created that boy, and You created that heart. He'll be dead in months. Why? The Lord answered, "The boy, My lamb, shall return to My flock, for he has done his duty: I did not put My lamb in your midst to lose him, but to retrieve another lost lamb." The surgeon wept. The sur-geon sat beside the boy's bed;

the boy's parents sat across from him. As the surgeon secured the dressing for the wound he felt his heart open up. He continued to cry and began to softly speak in an unknown language. The sur-geon did not quite under-stand what was happening. The boys parents humbly walked over and began to pray for the surgeon. The HolyGhost then fell upon him and this was the very moment that he realized, Jesus was real and was call-ing him to serve the al-mighty God. As he Prayed for the first time in his life, that surgeon committed himself to God, repenting of every sin, every bit of unbe-lief. Gods spirit had over-whelmed him in a Divine spiritual romance and as he finished dressing the young boys wounded chest...The boy awoke and whispered, "Did you cut my heart open?" "Yes," said the sur-geon. "What did you find?" asked the boy. "I found Je-sus there," said the surgeon.

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curacin. Terapia: analgsi-cos y reposo en cama. Prons-tico: aqu la pausa, "muerte dentro de un ao". Dej la grabadora, pero no haba ms que decir. "Por qu?" pregunta en voz alta. "Por qu hiciste esto? Tu le has puesto aqu, lo has puesto a l en este dolor, y se ha mal-decido a una muerte prema-tura. Por qu? El Seor res-pondi y dijo: El nio, Mi cor-dero, no es para tu rebao, ni lo ser siempre ... Aqu, en mi rebao, l no sentir do-lor, y se alegrara como no se puede imaginar. Sus padres un da se reuniran con l aqu, y ellos sabrn la paz, y mis ovejas seguirn crecien-do. "El cirujano se lleno de lgrimas y comenzaron a ba-jar por su mejilla." Usted cre ese chico, y t creaste su corazn. l morira en meses. "Por qu?" El Seor con-test, "El nio, Mi cordero, deber regresar a mi rebao, pues ha hecho su deber: no he puesto mi cordero en tu medio para que se perdiera, pero para recuperar a otro cordero perdido". El cirujano llor. El cirujano se sento al lado de la cama del nio, y

los padres del nio al lado opuesto. El cirujano aseguro las gasas para la herida y sintio que su mismo corazn se abria. l continu llora-rando y comenz a hablar suavemente en un idioma desconocido. El cirujano no entendia bien lo que estaba sucediendo. Los padres del muchacho caminaron humil-demente cerca del cirujano y comenzaron a orar por el cirujano. El Espiritu Santo luego cay sobre l y este fue el momento en que se dio cuenta, Jess fue real y se entrego al Dios Todopodero-so. Como l or por primera vez en su vida, el cirujano se comprometi a Dios, arre-pintindose de todo pecado, y de toda incredulidad. El Espritu de Dios le haba abrumado en un romance Divino espiritual y termin la curacion del jven en su pecho ... El joven se despert y le susurr al oido, "Has abierto mi corazn?" "S", dijo el cirujano. "Qu en-contraste?" pregunt el jo-ven. "He encontrado a Jess all", dijo el cirujano.

CIRUGIA DE CORAZON ACIRUGIA DE CORAZON ACIRUGIA DE CORAZON ABIERTOBIERTOBIERTO

"Maana por la maana", dijo el cirujano, "Voy a abrir su corazn". "Usted encon-trar a Jess all", le contes-to el muchacho. El cirujano mir, irritado. "Voy a abrir tu corazn ", l continuo di-ciendo, "para ver cunto da-o se ha hecho". "Al abrir mi corazn, usted encontrar a Jess en l." El cirujano de-cia a los padres, que estaban sentados en silencio, "cuando vea cunto dao se ha hecho, voy a planear qu hacer". "Usted encontrar a Jess en mi corazn. Los himnos todos dicen que vive all. Encontrars a l en mi corazn". El cirujano haba tenido suficiente. "Voy a de-cirles lo que encontrare en su corazn. Voy a encontrar el msculo daado, bajo su-ministro de sangre, y el de-bilitamiento de los buques. Y voy a averiguar si puedo hacer bien". El cirujano se fue. El cirujano fue a su ofi-cina, tomo notas de su cirug-a al salir de ella ,"... daa-da, vena pulmonar daada, degeneracin muscular ge-

neralizada. Ninguna es-peranza para el trasplan-te, ninguna esperanza de

Newsletter TeamSticky NoteThis is our newest feat. The newsletter team now produces a Spanish page! Did we ever imagine we would go bilingual? No but with God there is No Boundaries!

By the time the Lord made woman, He was into his sixth day of working over-time.. An angel appeared and said, "Why are you spending so much time on this one?" And the Lord an-swered, "Have you seen my spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic, have over 200 movable parts, all re-placeable and able to run on diet coke and leftovers, have a lap that can hold four chil-dren at one time, have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart -and she will do every-thing with only two hands." The angel was astounded at the requirements. "Only two hands!? No way! And that's just on the standard model? That's too much work for one day. Wait until tomor-row to finish." But I won't," the Lord protested. "I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She al-ready heals herself when she is sick AND can work 18 hour days." The angel moved closer and touched

the woman. "But you have made her so soft, Lord." "She is soft," the Lord agreed, "but I have also

made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish." "Will she be able to think?" asked the an-gel. The Lord replied, "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to rea-son and negotiate." The an-gel then noticed something, and reaching out, touched the woman's cheek. "Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this model. I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one." "That's not a leak," the Lord cor-rected, "that's a tear!" "What's the tear for?" the angel asked. The Lord said, "The tear is her way of ex-pressing her joy, her sorrow, her pain, her disappoint-ment, her love, her loneli-ness, her grief and her pride." The angel was impressed. "You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything! Woman is truly amazing." And she is! Women have strengths that amaze men. They bear hard-ships and they carry bur-dens, but they hold happi-ness, love and joy. They smile when they want to scream. They sing when they want to cry. They cry

THE FLAW IN WOMENTHE FLAW IN WOMENTHE FLAW IN WOMEN

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when they are happy and laugh when they are nerv-ous. They fight for what they believe in. They stand up to injustice. They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution. They go without,so their family can have. They go to the doctor with a fright-ened friend. They love un-conditionally. They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards. They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wed-ding. Their hearts break when a friend dies. They grieve at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left. They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart. Women come in all shapes, sizes and col-ors. The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning. They bring joy, hope and love. They have compas-sion and ideals. They give moral support to their family and friends. Women have vital things to say and every-thing to give. However there is one flaw in Women...That is , that they forget there worth.

Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house Not a creature was praying, not one in the house. Their Bibles were laid on the shelf without care in hopes that Jesus would not come there. The children were dressing to crawl into bed, not once ever kneeling or bowing a head. And mom in her rocker with baby on her lap was watching the late show while I took a nap. When out of the east there arose such a clatter, I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash tore open the shut-ters and threw up the sash! When what to my wondering

eyes should appear But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here! With a light like the sun send-ing forth a bright ray I knew in a moment, this must be THE DAY! The light of his face made me cover my head it was Jesus re-turning just like He had said. And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth, I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself. In the Book of Life which He held in His hand was written the name of every saved man. He spoke not a word as He searched for my name: When He said, Its not here, my head hung in shame. The people whose names had

been written with love He gath-ered to take to His Father above. With those who were ready He rose without a sound while all the rest were left standing around. I fell to my knees, but it was too late: I had waited to long and thus sealed my fate. I stood and cried as they rose out of sight; oh, if only I had been ready tonight. In the words of this poem the meaning is clear The coming of Jesus is drawing near. Theres only one life and when it comes the last call well find the Bible was true after all!!

not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were hundreds of his favorite ravioli. Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man? He threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in a crumpled posture. His parched

TWAS THE NIGHT TWAS THE NIGHT TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE JESUS CAMEBEFORE JESUS CAMEBEFORE JESUS CAME

FINAL ACT OF LOVEFINAL ACT OF LOVEFINAL ACT OF LOVE An elderly Italian man lay dying in his bed. While suffer-ing the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite ravioli wafting up the stairs. He gath-ered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed. Gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he leaned against the door frame, gaz-

ing into the kitchen, where if

lips parted, the wondrous taste of the ravioli was already in his mouth. With a trembling hand he reached up to the edge of the table, when suddenly he was smacked with a wooden spoon by his wife. 'Get Away!' she said. 'Those are for the funeral.'

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OPEN THE ROSEOPEN THE ROSEOPEN THE ROSE

I AM THANKFULI AM THANKFULI AM THANKFUL

A young, new preacher was walking with an older, more seasoned preacher in the gar-den one day and feeling a bit insecure about what God had for him to do, he was inquir-ing of the older preacher. The older preacher walked up to a rosebush and handed the young preacher a rosebud and told him to open it without tearing off any petals. The young preacher looked in disbelief at the older preacher and was trying to figure out what a rosebud could possibly have to do with his wanting to know the WILL OF GOD for his life and for his ministry.

Because of his high respect for the older preacher, he pro-ceeded to TRY to unfold the rose, while keeping every petal intact...It wasn't long before he realized how it was impossible to do so. Noticing the younger preacher's inability to unfold the rosebud while keeping it intact, the older preacher be-gan to tell the following poem It is only a tiny rosebud, A flower of GOD's design; But I cannot unfold the petals With these clumsy hands of

mine. The secret of unfolding flowers Is not known to such as I. GOD opens this flower so sweetly, When in my hands they fade and die. If I cannot unfold a rosebud, This flower of GOD's design, Then how can I think I have wisdom To unfold this life of mine? So I'll trust in Him for His leading, each moment of every day. I will look to Him for His guidance, each step of the pil-grim way. The pathway that lies before me, Only my heav-enly Father knows. I'll trust Him to unfold the moments, Just as He unfolds the rose.

I am thankful: For the wife Who says it's hot dogs tonight Because she is home with me And not out with someone else. For the husband Who is on the sofa Being a couch po-tato Because he is home with me And not out at the bars. For the teenager Who is com-plaining about doing dishes Because it means she is at home, Not on the streets. For the taxes the government takes from me, Because it

means I am employed. For the mess to clean after a party Because it means I

have Been surrounded by friends For the clothes that fit a little too snug Because it means I have enough to eat. For my shadow that watches me work Because it means I am out in the sunshine. For a lawn that needs mowing, Windows that need cleaning, And gutters that need fixing Because it means I have a home. For all the complaining I hear about the government, because it means We have freedom of speech. For the parking spot I find at the far end of the parking lot Because

it means I am capable of walk-ing, And I have been blessed with transportation. For my huge heating bill Because it means I am warm. For the lady behind me in church Who sings off key Because it means I can hear. For the pile of laun-dry and ironing Because it means I have clothes to wear. For weariness and aching mus-cles At the end of the day Be-cause it means I have been Ca-pable of working. For the alarm that goes off In the early morning hours Because it means I am alive.

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Two 90-year-old men, Moe and Joe, have been friends all of their lives. When it's clear that Joe is dying, Moe visits him every-day. One day, Moe says, 'Joe, we both loved baseball all our lives and we played minor league ball together for so many years. Please do me one favor. When you get to Heaven, somehow, you must let me know if there's baseball there.' Joe looks up at Moe from his death bed,' Moe, you've been my best friend for many years. If it's at all possible, I'll do this

favor for you.' Shortly after that, Joe passes on. At mid-night, a couple of nights later, Moe is awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him,' Moe. Moe.' 'Who is it?' asks Moe, sitting up suddenly. 'Who is it?' 'Moe, it's me, Joe.' 'You're not Joe. Joe just died.' 'I'm telling you, it's me, Joe,' insists the voice.' 'Joe! Where are you?' 'In Heaven,' replies Joe. 'I have some really good news and a little bad news.' 'Tell me the good

news first,' says Moe. 'The good news,' Joe says 'is that there's baseball in Heaven. Better yet, all of our old bud-dies who died before us are here, too. Better than that, we're all young again. Better still, it's always Spring time and it never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play baseball all we want and we never get tired.' 'That's fan-tastic,' says Moe. 'It's beyond my wildest dreams! So, what's the bad news?' 'You're pitching Tuesday.'

There was a Baptist church where the preacher and the minister of music were not getting along. As time went by this began to spill over into the worship service. The first week the Baptist preacher preached on com-mitment and how we all should dedicate ourselves to

the service of God. The music director lead the song "I Shall not be

Moved." The second week the preacher preached on tithing and how we all should gladly give to the work of the Lord. The direc-tor lead the song "Jesus Paid it All." The third week the preacher preached on gossip-ing and how we should all watch our tongues. The mu-sic director led the song "I Love to Tell the Story." With all this going on, the Baptist preacher became very disgusted over the

situation and the following Sunday told the congrega-tion that he was considering resigning. The musician lead the song "Oh Why Not To-night?" As it came to pass, the Baptist preacher did in-deed resign. The next week he informed the church that it was Jesus who led him there and it was Jesus that was taking him away. The music leader lead the song "What a friend we have in Jesus"

BASEBALL IN HEAVENBASEBALL IN HEAVENBASEBALL IN HEAVEN

THE BAPTIST PREACHER AND THE BAPTIST PREACHER AND THE BAPTIST PREACHER AND THE MUSIC DIRECTOR THE MUSIC DIRECTOR THE MUSIC DIRECTOR

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ALL EVENTS ARE SUBJEALL EVENTS ARE SUBJEALL EVENTS ARE SUBJECT TO CHANGECT TO CHANGECT TO CHANGE

national pie day

National cookie day

Holiday Banquet

pearl harbor remem-

brance day

national brownie

day

Love your

neighbor day

Jr. and Sr. Youth Activity 7-9pm at

ABC

Cocoa day

Ladies cookie

exchange

Spanish Services

Chocolate covered

everything day

Wear a plunger on your

head day

Avalanche

Jr. youth Bowling at BSU

Avalanche

First Day of Winter

Christmas Day

Spanish Services

Call a friend day

new years eve

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28 29 30 31 Hu man r ight s mont h

Lo ve you r ne ighbo r mont h

Nat io nal calendar awareness mont h

National hand

washing awareness

week

Avalanche in Pendle-ton OR

Kwanza Begins

Whiners day National

thrift store shopping day

Brother MaxSticky NoteYeah I'm Bad! I'm real bad!

Brother DanielSticky NoteI'm bad, I'm Crazy! I'm...Phsyco!!!

Brother Avila as "The Fonze"Sticky NoteHHEEEYYY!

Brother JonathanSticky NoteWhat's up my Nigerian friend?

Brother Mascroft as "The Gang Leader"Sticky NoteDon't mess with this church!

King JonathanSticky NoteMarked set by King Jonathan

King JonathanSticky NoteMarked set by King Jonathan

King JonathanSticky NoteMarked set by King Jonathan

King JonathanSticky NoteMarked set by King Jonathan

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The kids ChiorSticky NoteThis is the future of the Music department of the Apostolic Bible Church!

Jordin Singing!Sticky NoteWe are the World, We are the children, J/K

The Apostolic Lynch MobSticky NoteThis is the group of men that will "suddenly lay hands on you" if you mess with our pastor!

We would like to give a special welcome to

Alyssa Grace Avila! This is Brother Brian and

Sister Janells second beautiful little girl. Thank

God for parents that will Raise there children in

the Truth and the love of God. Just think about

it...Will one of these little ones be able to minister

with the piano keys like there dad, or sing so

lovely to the Lord like there mother. Only time

will tell, although we do know this...It all starts

as a little angel.

Sorry We Missed Sorry We Missed Sorry We Missed

you!you!you!

Tyson Scott Tyson Scott Tyson Scott

November 8thNovember 8thNovember 8th

We are so

deeply sad-

dened in our

hearts that our

good friends the

Becker's are

moving so far

away but I am

happy that they

have such a

peace about it.

They have been

such good

friends to our

church that we

can't help but

miss them al-

ready. We

have shared so many laughs, tears, and burdens together, we feel like part of our family is

leaving. We have asked God to bless them on trip and their new life. We want them to

know they will always have a special place in our heart. God Bless you Becker's, we love

you all and please keep in touch.

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