Lakeside Community Presbyterian Church

Happy Thanksgiving!

I just wanted to say how thankful I am for this church family and the many friends who support the ministries that go out from this place that we know as Lakeside Community Presbyterian Church.

Your generosity was evident as the 45 boxes were put together and went out to military families through the San Diego Military Outreach Ministries. Even though the boxes with hams cost more this year than in the past, through the generosity of many of you, the friends of Sioux Swart and the Optimists, we met our goal of paying for all that went into the boxes. Even Smart & Final came through with a donation from the Smart & Final Foundation.

Whenever good things like this take place, I always want us to remember that we trust in a God who is good and generous. He provides many times, in ways that we can’t even imagine could take place.

As you gather with family and friends, give thanks to our generous God. Remind one another of His faithfulness and then give Him praise, for that is the appropriate response to a good and beautiful God.

Blessing on your day.

I found this poem in one of my old journals and thought I would share it. It’s a poem that I always liked . . .

The World is Mine

Today, upon a bus I saw a lovely girl with golden hair;

I envied her; she seemed happy, and I wished I were as fair as she.

When suddenly she rose to leave, I saw her hobble down the aisle;

She had only one leg and wore a crutch, but as she passed, she smiled.

“OH, GOD FORGIVE ME WHEN I WHINE,

I HAVE TWO LEGS, THE WORLD IS MINE.”

And then I stopped to buy some sweets.

The lad who sold them had such charm.

I talked with him – he said to me:

“It’s nice to talk with folks like you.”

You see,” he said, “I’m blind.”

“OH GOD FORGIVE ME WHEN I WHINE;

I HAVE TWO EYES, THE WORLD IS MINE.

Later, walking down the street, I saw a child with eyes blue,

He stood and watched the others play;

It seemed, he knew not what to do,

I stopped a moment, then I said,

“Why don’t you join the others, dear?”

He looked ahead, with a word, and then I knew he could not hear.

“OH GOD, FORGIVE ME WHEN I WHINE;

I HAVE TWO EARS, THE WORLD IS MINE.”

With legs to take me where I’d go,

With eyes to see the sunset’s glow,

With ears to hear what I would know.

OH GOD, FORGIVE ME WHEN I WHINE;

I’M BLESSED, INDEED! THE WORLD IS MINE.”

(Author Unknown)