WE NEED SOME AUNTIE COOKE’S

SEPTEMBER 10

            “So let’s do it – full of belief, confident that we’re presentable inside and out. Let’s keep a firm grip on the promises that keep us going.  He always keeps his work. Let’s see how inventive we can be in encouraging love and helping out… spurring each other on, especially as we see the big Day approaching.”  Hebrews 10:22-25

            We are called on to encourage and strengthen one another.  Sometimes it seems like we do not have anything of importance or power to motivate others toward Christ, but there is a story about one little lady who saw an opportunity to touch the life of D.L. Moody. The story goes something like this.

            “Few persons in Chicago were better known in certain religious circles than she, for she was continuously going to the missions, street meetings, conventions, camps, conferences, lectures and every kind of religious gathering within her reach. She was the living personification of aggressive evangelism, instant in season and out of season, ever exhorting sinners to flee the wrath of God and urging believers to plunge in the fountain of cleansing.”

So quotes a memorial article (Moody Monthly, September 1921) for “Auntie Cooke.” She arrived in Chicago in 1868-in her words, “a perfect stranger”-but it didn’t take her long to become involved in God’s work, helping the YMCA on Madison Street. She attended Moody’s church when he was young. Cooke described him years later as a ” ‘diamond in the rough’-most truly, with the one desire to do good burning through everything, his very earnestness moving people, but withal such a lack in his teachings of the divine unction and power.”

During a St. Charles camp meeting in 1871, she felt burdened for Moody-he needed an anointing of power from the Holy Spirit. She and her friend, Mrs. Hawxhurst, who usually sat on the front row, told Moody they were praying for him to be baptized with the Holy Ghost and fire. Moody was unsure this was a need; nevertheless, he asked the two ladies to meet with him in Farwell Hall every Friday afternoon to discuss this matter and pray. Apparently his hunger increased. Cooke reports that on the Friday before the Great Chicago Fire, “Mr. Moody’s agony was so great that he rolled on the floor and in the midst of many tears and groans cried to God to be baptized with the Holy Ghost and fire.”

Following the fire, Moody went to New York shortly thereafter to raise funds for the rebuilding of the church and YMCA building. In New York, while walking down Wall Street, the young preacher finally received the spiritual blessing they had prayed for. Moody felt such a sense of the Holy Spirit’s filling that he cried, “Hold, Lord, it is enough!”

“I went to preaching again,” Moody testified. “The sermons were not different; I did not present any new truths, and yet hundreds were converted. I would not now be placed back where I was before that blessed experience if you should give me all the world.”

Auntie Cooke continued in vigorous service and died in Chicago in 1921.

            Who will you touch today?.  They could be another Moody.

            Pastor Don

 

 

USEFUL THOUGHTS  (or Useless, what ever the Case)

If a man speaks in a forest, and there is no woman around to hear him, is he still wrong?.

How can there be incompetence in the world?  They don t teach it in schools.

There are times that try mens souls, like after eating at a Mexican restaurant.

Never date philosophy majors, my last girlfriend was one and she spent her time proving I didn’t exist.

 

 The Bus Ride

A blonde, a red head and a brunette sign up with a tourist group and chartered a double-decker bus to go to London. There are only 2 seats left on the bottom of the bus and only 1 seat in the top of the bus available when they board.  They decided to take turns riding in the top and flipped a coin to see who got the first turn.  The blonde won the toss.

A couple of hours later it’s the red heads turn so she walks up the stairs, and sees the blonde sitting there scared half to death.  She’s clutching the seat in front of her so hard that her knuckles are white.

“What’s goin’ on?” the red head asks.  “We’re havin’ a grand old time down below.”

The blonde replies, “Yeah, but you’ve got a driver.”

 

All You Need Is To Take A Hot Bath

Feeling edgy, a man took a hot bath. Just as he’d become comfortable, the doorbell rang. The man got out of the tub, put on his slippers and a large towel, wrapped his head in a smaller towel, and went to the door. A salesman wanted to know if he needed any brushes. Slamming the door, the man returned to the bath.

The doorbell rang again. On went the slippers and towels, and the man started for the door again He took one step, slipped on a wet spot, fell, and hit his back against the hard porcelain of the tub.

The man struggled into his street clothes and, with every move a stab of pain, drove to the doctor. After examining him, the doctor said, ‘Nothing’s broken. But you need to relax. Why don’t you go home and take a hot bath?’