More Church Bulletin Humor
- Sermon Outline:
I. Delineate your fear
II. Disown your fear
III. Displace your rear
- Next Friday we will be serving hot gods for lunch.
- If you would like to make a donation, fill out a form, enclose a check and drip in the collection basket.
- Nov. 11: An evening of boweling at Lincoln Country Club.
- Women's Luncheon:
Each member bring a sandwich.
Polly Phillips will give the medication.
- Karen's beautiful solo: "It is Well With My Solo."
- Congratulations to Tim and Ronda on the birth of their daughter October 12 thru 17.
- If you choose to heave during the Postlude, please do so quietly.
- We are grateful for the help of those who cleaned up the grounds around the church building and the rector.
- Hymn: "I Love Thee My Ford."
- Newsletters are not being sent to absentees because of their weight.
- Helpers are needed! Please sign up on the information sheep.
- The Advent Retreat will be held in the lover level of St. Mary's Cathedral.
- The District Duperintendent will be meeting with the church boared.
- As soon as the weather clears up, the men will have a goof outing.
- Thank you, dead friends.
- Diana and Don request your presents at their wedding.
- Lent is a period for preparing for Holy Weed and Easter.
- Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget all His benefits.
- For the word of God is quick and powerful...piercing even to the dividing asunder of soup and spirit.
- Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peach to men.
- The lovers in the exhaust fan are not working.
- Volunteers are needed to spit up food.
- Head Deacon and Dead Deaconess
- We pray that our people will jumble themselves.
When my father-in-law decided to move after his retirement, he invited us to his home to take a few pieces of furniture he wanted us to have.
One item was beautiful but very heavy - an antique dining-room set. Our teenage son helped us wrestle the set into our truck. It took the whole day, but finally the table, chairs, and china cabinet were sitting in our dining room.
"Just think," I said as I admired the furniture while my son sat resting. "This set is 100 years old. And someday, it will belong to you."
"Oh, no!" he replied with a stricken look on his face. "You mean I'm going to have to move this thing AGAIN?"