Men just moving into the Wolfeboro area are invited to join a Tuesday morning ALL-CHURCHES-INVITED breakfast and Bible study.
Lake Region Men’s Fellowship invites all men who are old and new to the lakes region and Wolfeboro area. Men come from many churches in our area and travel from distances including Alton, Ossipee, Rochester, Moultonborough, Tuftonville, Sanbornville, Wakefiled and more.
Come meet other believers and develop lifelong friends with us? See you Tuesday. Sign up for the newsletter to get updates and schedule changes that occur – especially in the winter.
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The Lakes Region Men’s Fellowship has organized a scholarship fund for students of Cornerstone Christian Academy, Ossipee, NH. Monies given to CCA, a 501c3 organization, are tax-deductible.
The scholarship funds are used for students at Cornerstone and managed by the Headmaster and Board of Directors of Cornerstone.
Give here: https://www.cornerstoneabc.org/give Ener LRMF in the Memo field.
After giving online, you will receive the electronic receipt from the payment system and a letter of thanks from Cornerstone.
Pastor Allen Cook- How big is your Gospel? Its bigger than the world, bigger than any enemy we face. But you would not know it, because we limit our Gospel to our comfort level. This amazing message needs to be spread to those we would not normally associate. The Gospel is big enough for everyone.
Cornerstone Action and Cornerstone Policy Research are non-partisan, non-profit organizations dedicated to a New Hampshire where God is honored, religious freedom flourishes, families thrive, and life is cherished.
See more at Cornerstone. (Not the same as Cornerstone Christian Academy in Ossipee.)
Left to Right
- Front Row: Jim Farmer, (Who #1?), Jonathan Wells, Joe Duguay, Don Butman
- Middle Row: Bob Lockhart, Dave Gleason, Bob Ness, Dave Morgan, Herb Wells, (Who #2?) , (Who #3?), Bob Almquist, Bernie Stiff
- Back Row: Pete DeJager Sr., Lee Cone, Steve Bravo, Pete Balentine, Dave DeJager, Luke Dolezal, Chuck Armour, (Who #5?)
Thanks to Peter DeJager Sr. for this photo.
If you know the missing names, please let Roger know.
A false witness shall not be unpunished, and he that speaks lies shall not escape – Proverbs 19:5
In preparation for a dinner party, a women stopped by a small butcher shop to buy meat for the meal. She had decided to stuff and roast a chicken as the main course. When she asked the man at the meat counter for the largest chicken he had, he reached into the cold storage compartment, grabbed the last chicken he had, and placed it on the scale.
“This one weighs four pounds, ma’am,” he said.
The woman thought for a moment and then said, “I’m not sure that will be enough. Don’t you have a bigger one?”
The attendant put the chicken back into the compartment, pretended to search through the melting ice for another bird, and then brought out the same chicken. This time when he weighed it on the scale, he discreetly applied some finger pressure on the scale. “Ah,” he said with a smile, “this one weights six pounds.”
The woman frowned, and making some mental calculations, brightened as she said, “I’m just not sure. I’ll tell you what – wrap them both up for me!”
Truth is a bond, not a rubber band.
“As I grow older, I pay less attention to what men say. I just watch what they do.”
Show my your faith without deeds, and I will show you my faith by what I do – James 2;18 NIV
I’d rather see a sermon than hear one any day.
I’d rather one should walk we me than merely show the way.
The eye’s a better pupil and more willing than the ear;
Fine counsel is confusing, but example always clear;
And the best of all the preachers are the men who live their creeds.
For to see the good in action is what everybody needs.
I can soon learn how to do it if you’ll let me see it done,
I can watch your hands in action, but your tongue too fast may run.
And lectures you deliver may be wise and true;
But I’d rather get my lesson by observing what you do.
For I may understand you and the high advice you give,
But there’s no misunderstanding how you act and how you live.
– Edgar A. Guest
I warn everyone among you not to have an exaggerated opinion of his own importance, but to rate his ability with sober judgment. – Rom 12:3
A little boy struggled to rehang the growth chart that had come off the inside of his closet door. He finally got it hung as straight as possible. Then he backed up against it, placed a ruler against his head, and reached up to mark the place on the chart where the ruler touched it. “I’ve grown ten inches,” he cried in joy as he ran to the kitchen to tell his mother the new measurement. “I’m four feet eleven inches tall!”
His mother recognized that something must be amiss so she followed him back to his room. She quickly noted what had happened. First, the boy had hung the chart so the bottom of it touched the floor, instead of being hung six inches above the floor as called for on the chart’s instructions. Then, when holding the ruler he had held it at an angle.
The boy was disappointed as his mother adjusted the chart and then remeasured him. “If you hadn’t measured yourself,” she asked, “would you have been happy with a growth of an inch and a half? That’s really a lot for just one summer.” The boy thought for a moment and then said: “Well, at least I didn’t shrink.”
When measuring spiritual growth we need to leave the measuring up to God, not ourselves.
(From God’s Little Devotional Book for Men, Honor Books)
Lord, Thou knowest better than I know myself that I
am growing older and will someday be old. Keep me from the fatal habit of
thinking I must say something on every subject and on every occasion. Release
me from craving to straighten out everybody’s affairs.
Make me thoughtful but not moody. Helpful, but not bossy with my vast store of wisdom—it seems a pity not to use it all, but Thou knowest, Lord, that I want a few friends at the end.
Keep my mind free from the recital of endless details; give me wings to get to the point swiftly. Seal my lips on my aches and pains. They are increasing, and love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by. I dare not ask for grace enough to enjoy the tales of others’ pains, but help me to endure them with patience. I dare not ask for improved memory, but for a growing humility and a lessening cocksureness when my memory seems to clash with the memories of others.
Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be mistaken.
Keep me reasonably sweet; I do not want to be a sour old person—some of them are so hard to live with and each one a crowning work of the devil.
Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected places, and talents in unexpected people. And, give me, O Lord, the grace to tell them so.