You can have a little fun, and still get the big job done
“Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth; shall ye not know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert.”
Hopefully, you have had a wonderful week and you are looking forward to an even better one. The temperature has dropped to feel like autumn, but I think we are still in for much warmer days once more.
It is hard to imagine that snow is falling in some areas. That lets us know that …”Nothing could be finer than Georgetown, South Carolina in the autumn.”
If you are having some sad and lonely days which keep you from even noticing the weather, or if your body hurts from pain, if the children have become unruly, the bills are surmounting and the money is not enough, the house needs repairs, and it seems as if millions of problems are crowding your mind; take note of the above scripture and take God at His word. He says that He is going to do a new thing for you. Believe and receive, and have an uplifted day, and know that you are loved by the Creator who is making a way for you right now.
Steve Williams is a writer, poet, educator and motivational speaker. In the past thirty years, he has spoken to hundreds of audiences and inspired thousands with his powerful words and voice. He is the author of a book entitled “Ebony Effects” and most recently has published a revised edition of poems entitled “If you don't push, nothing moves”. He has dedicated this book in memory of his father, the late, Reverend Herbert L. Williams, who served as an assistant pastor at Bethel AME Church here in Georgetown, and to his mother, the late, Mrs. Alberta Williams, and to his two daughters, Nyema (Prosperity) and Imani (Faith).
The book consists of a unique collection of inspirational poems and compelling stories, and vividly captures the spirit of the disenfranchised yet challenges them to rise above their rain.
Get your copy by contacting Steve at firstname.lastname@example.org or 864-346-0749. I will also let you know when they are in the book stores. Here is an excerpt from a poem entitled: “Tell your sons and daughters:”
We must tell our sons and daughters who they really are
They are an unrepeatable gift to this universe
Blessed and highly favored
Born God's original and they must
never allow someone to make them over
Tell your sons and daughters
as they begin to fly high in life
there will always be those
who will attempt to stand on their wings
but be not grounded…
Listen for more of Steve Williams poems on 1470 AM WLMC radio on Afternoon blessings at 12:30 p.m. on Saturdays, and Sunday with Gloria at 11 a.m. on Sundays.
Sand Hill Baptist Church
Please join me on Sunday at Sand Hill Baptist Church in the Pee Dee area for a program on Women in Hats. Mrs. Julia Davis, first lady of Sand Hill, and members welcome you to bring your favorite hat and take a part in the modeling segment, then listen to a timely message on how hats got started. The program begins at 4 p.m. Hope to see you there. Bishop Donald Davis is the pastor.
Bishop Floyd A. Knowlin
Don't forget to get ready for the pastoral anniversary of Bishop Floyd A. Knowlin on Sunday, Oct. 20 at 6 p.m. The doors will open at 5 p.m. Be on time to get a good seat with free admission to see and hear the “Queen of Gospel” Pastor Shirley Ceasar.
Sheriff A. Lane Cribb
Remember how I told you that my mother was a great fan of Sheriff A. Lane Cribb? Well, it just so happens that sheriff is an avid reader of the Georgetown Times, and I guess the rest is history.
My mom has caused me to be an even greater fan of Sheriff Cribb. Here's what happened:
Sergeant James Heyward of the sheriff's department, contacted me on last week to say that the sheriff had read the article and decided he had to meet my mother. I was overwhelmed and began to rehearse what I would say to our Sheriff. He arrived that Wednesday at 4 p.m. surrounded by Sergeants Heyward, McCray, and Drayton, along with Ms. Carrie Cuthbertson, the public information officer whose work I had admired for quite some time.
My mom was speechless at first, and just looked up at the sheriff with a smile when they were introduced. Sheriff Cribb thanked her for her support and presented her with an autographed photo. I knew this was the thrill of her day, and I would hear about it over and over again.
There was a little restlessness at first, but the sheriff decided to take a seat as we all did, and conversations began to abound between him and his fan. They talked of the old days when grist mills abounded, of country roads, and good food; they talked of ghosts and hags, Dr. Buzzard, and Gullah. At times Sergeant Heyward and I threw in a word of what we could remember about those days since we both grew up in North Santee, and could attest to some of what my mother revealed, as did Sergeant McCray. Sergeant Drayton was from New York and too young to remember those days.
My mother and the sheriff talked as if they had been old friends for some time. The sheriff even ate a raisin cake and drank some diet Coke, then we talked about food some more.
As I listened to this great man who has done so much for Georgetown, sit and take so great a time with my 95-year-old mother, and as I watched the admiration on the faces of his sergeants as he spoke, and heard it in the voice of Ms. Culbertson as she commented, I couldn't help but think how brilliant he was. He was laid back and calm at the moment, but when the time came, Sheriff Cribb and his men would get their man. But for now, he was down to earth and completely “at home” away from home.
That should tell us something about our Sheriff. You can have a little fun, and still get the big job done.
I would like to thank Sheriff A. Lane Cribb for being a man who is not unreachable, and who greatly cares about others, especially those he serves. I would like to thank him on behalf of my mother who displays his photo proudly for all to see, and also gave the sheriff her photo in return. I'd like to thank all the sheriff's men and women on behalf of the sheriff because he says he couldn't do it without them, and for their testament of his greatness, we thank you sheriff.
Please remember to pray for the sick and shut in, the bereaved, those in nursing homes and hospitals, our merchants and homeowners on Front Street that were victims of the fire, and for restoration of their peace and places. Let us all remember to pray for each other. May God continue to bless you and keep you under the shadow of His wings.
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