Order of worship

Welcome & Prayer Jeremy Houck

Shout Hallelujah Brian French

Lord, We Come Before Thee Now (797) (vs. 1,2,4)

Here I Am to Worship

Prayer Bobby Hilton

Lamb of God (176)

Scripture for Communion Acts 2: 22-24 Ryan Ross

Communion & Offering

*Steve Pitts David Lindsey Noah Ross Robert Nichols Steve Knight

Thank You, Lord (474)

Humble Yourself (745)

Scripture for Lesson: Acts 14: 19-20

Garrett Martinez

Children’s Lesson Jeremy Houck

Paul’s Mission Jeremy Houck

Seek Ye First (555)

Shepherd’s Care Jeff Darby

How Great Thou Art (76) (vs. 1,4)

Closing Prayer Jeff Ross

For the benefit of all worshippers, please silence

all electronic devices during worship.

A place where God is praised, lives are

changed, needs are met, and friends are made!

Meeting Times

Sunday:

Bible Class 9:00 A.M.

Worship 10:00 A.M.

Wednesday:

Women’s Bible Class 10:00 A.M.

Evening 7:00 P.M.

Care Groups meet on Sunday afternoons

and evenings at the building

and in homes around the area.

3901 Jimmy Johnson Blvd. Port Arthur, Texas 77642

Building 409-727-6255 Fax 409-727-0640

www.parkcentralchurchofchrist.org

July 27th, 2014

Growing together

Coffee & Conversation Wednesday, July 30th

Romans 5:12– 6:14 Our Response to Grace

August 3rd First Sunday of the Months

Meet at the Alcohol Rehab Center at 4:00

Cookout, fresh fruit & home-made cookies in August.

Sermon Notes Paul’s Mission

Acts 14:19-20

Paul demonstrated a life of _____________________________________

Paul demonstrated a life of _______________________________________

Paul demonstrated a life of _______________________________________

PCYG Upcoming Youth Events:

Aug. 1st: Service Project at the Hospitality

Center- See the Lindseys

Lunch Bunch, TODAY,Sunday, July 27@ The Wheelhouse

August 17th, COMMUNITY OUTREACH — Cookout for our

neighbors of Heatherbrook Apartments. Meet at 4:30 in

Fellowship Hall to Cook & Serve & Share some Supper!

Though we are broken hearted, a favorite poem:

Sympathy

There should be no despair for you

While nightly stars are burning;

While evening pours its silent dew,

And sunshine gilds the morning.

There should be no despair--though tears

May flow down like a river:

Are not the best beloved of years

Around your heart for ever?

They weep, you weep, it must be so;

Winds sigh as you are sighing,

And winter sheds its grief in snow

Where Autumn's leaves are lying:

Yet, these revive, and from their fate

Your fate cannot be parted:

Then, journey on, if not elate,

Still, NEVER broken-hearted!

~Published in the 1846 collection Poems By Currer, Ellis and Acton

Bell under Emily Bronte's nom de plume 'Ellis Bell'.

“…..I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as

a mustard seed you can say to this mountain, Move

from here to there and it will move. Nothing will be

impossible for you.” Matthew 17:20

THE EYE OF THE HURRICANE

THE EYE OF THE HURRICANE IS A PLACE WE DO NOT WANT TO BE. . . .AND AS FAR AS THAT GOES, WE DON’T WANT TO BE NEAR THE EYE, THE LEG, THE FOOT OR ANYWHERE NEAR A HURRICANE’S BREATH! I think of the hurricane as a huge dragon breathing fire and seek-ing to devour whatever is in its path. As we said goodbye to June and as we are nearing the end of July, we say “THANK YOU, LORD, FOR KEEPING US SAFE FROM THE STORMS THIS SUMMER.” As we move into the coming days of August and September, the height of the hurri-cane season, WE ASK GOD TO PROTECT US FROM THE HURRICANES AND IF IT BE GOD’S WILL, MAY WE BE SPARED FROM THE WINDS AND STORMS THIS YEAR. We hear the predictions of the “weather experts” and we know that these are just guesses. NO MAN KNOWS FROM WHENCE COMETH THE HURRICANE OR THE PATH IT WILL TAKE. ONLY GOD KNOWS WHAT IS IN OUR FU-TURE. No one could have known that we would have had ten inches of rain in so few hours this past week. It was a surprise even to the weather men. We live with the weather and we take what we get. We pray for rain in the drought. We pray for dry weather in the flood. We pray during heat waves and snow storms. We pray for a season with no hurricanes. WE TRUST IN GOD TO TAKE CARE OF US. . . .AND YOU KNOW WHAT. . . .GOD WILL TAKE CARE OF US! WHAT A WONDERFUL GOD WE HAVE AND WITH PRAYER WE CAN MOVE MOUNTAINS AND HURRICANES. HOW DO I KNOW THIS. . . .BECAUSE GOD’S WORD TELLS ME SO AND I ASK YOU, “JUST HOW WONDERFUL IS THAT! Thank you, Jesus, for loving me. Thank you, God, for loving me. Thank you, Holy Spirit, for loving me and for giving me peace. Amen. ~ Jean Gunn

ATTENDANCE, Sunday, 7/20/14: 107 & Wednesday, 7/23/14: 32

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Family News, Notes & Prayer Requests

Family and friends of Emily Fruge.

Chase LeBlanc UPDATE: Was ambulanced to Alison &

Aaron’s on July 18th and is continuing rehab there.

Friends of Park Central: Karen Mitchem who grieves the loss of

her husband, father and sister-in-law over the last five months.

Rita Stewart’s health problems. Jenni Beaumont’s elderly

friend whose home in Groves was flooded last Friday.

Continue in prayers : Ron Beavers, Van Cox, Glenda Donnell, Non-

alene Dunlap, Peggy Fecowycz, Dortha’s sister Tommie Greer,

Elaine Guy, Jack Hyde & Pam Kingston, Ray Knighton, Alton Laird,

Jean Lonadier, Allen Melton, June & Ken Miller, LaVerne Mitchell,

Ray Petree, Eretta Pettit, Al Pugh, Glenda Reece, Charlie and Needa

Reed, Betty St. Cyr, Melody Temple, Buzz Walker.

EMILY NOEL FRUGE Born in Nederland, Texas on Jul. 15, 1991

Departed on Jul. 21, 2014 and resided in

Groves, TX. Services were at Park Central

Church of Christ yesterday, July 26, 2014, with

Jeremy Houck and Brian French officiating.

kids, each wanting to touch and be touched. For some reason Kenny

turned and looked toward the other side of the castle. It was now vacant

except for a boy maybe seven or eight years old. His age was hard to deter-

mine because of the disfigurement of his body. Dwarfed in height, face de-

formed, he stood watching quietly and wistfully, holding the hand of an old-

er brother. Don't you know what he wanted? He wanted to be with the chil-

dren. He longed to be in the middle of the kids reaching for Cinderella, call-

ing her name. But can't you feel his fear, fear of yet another rejection? Fear

of being taunted again, mocked again?

Don't you wish Cinderella would go to him? Guess what? She did!

She noticed the little boy. She immediately began walking in his direc-

tion. Politely but firmly inching through the crowd of children, she finally

broke free. She walked quickly across the floor, knelt at eye level with the

stunned little boy, and placed a kiss on his face. "I thought you would appre-

ciate the story," Kenny told me. I did. It reminded me of the one you and I

have been studying. The names are different, but isn't the story almost the

same? Rather than a princess of Disney, we've been considering the Prince

of Peace. Rather than a boy in a castle, we've looked at a thief on a cross. In

both cases a gift was given. In both cases love was shared. In both cases the

lovely one performed a gesture beyond words. But Jesus did more than Cin-

derella. Oh, so much more. Cinderella gave only a kiss. When she stood to

leave, she took her beauty with her. The boy was still deformed. What if

Cinderella could had done what Jesus did? What if she had assumed his

state? What if she had somehow given him her beauty and taken on his dis-

figurement?

That's what Jesus did. "He took our suffering on him and felt our pain for

us.? He was wounded for the wrong we did; he was crushed for the evil we

did. The punishment, which made us well, was given to him, and we are

healed because of his wounds" (Isa. 53:4-5). Make no mistake:..

Jesus gave more than a kiss - he gave his beauty.

He paid more than a visit - he paid for our mistakes.

He took more than a minute - he took away our sin.

From Gentle Thunder ~ Copyright 1995 Max Lucado

Thanks, Jeremy.

My friend Kenny and his family had just returned from Disney World.

"I saw a sight I'll never forget," he said. "I want you to know about

it.” He and his family were inside Cinderella's castle. It was packed

with kids and parents. Suddenly all the children rushed to one side.

Had it been a boat, the castle would have tipped over. Cinderella had

entered. Cinderella. The pristine princess. Kenny said she was perfect-

ly typecast. A gorgeous young girl with each hair in place, flawless

skin, and a beaming smile. She stood waist deep in a garden of