Fellowship Breakfast Includes Treats For Santa

Grangers know how to cook and eat!

Our first annual fellowship breakfast

The hall was toasty; the food was great… and the fellowship was warm as Grangers gathered for their first annual “Fellowship Breakfast.” One of the highlights of the program was the gift table for our Piscataquis Santa.. There wasn’t any cookies and milk, but there was quite a pile of assorted gifts! One of the sounds of Christmas for Grangers is clicking needles! Many of the gifts were hand-made mittens and hats… there were lots of books and some stuffed bears… It took Tim and Susan a few trips to “load up” for delivery on Monday. Thanks to all who helped… and remember–it’s not too late!

Laura Pratt reported during the meeting that she had knitted mittens for everybody in her grandson’s class and was thoroughly enjoying the thank-you notes from the kids and teacher… it does seem like everyone has the Christmas Spirit! Our program for the morning included folks sharing special memories or Christmas stories… we had a few wet eyes and a lot of warm feelings.

I’ve called this our FIRST annual fellowship breakfast because I suspect it will become a tradition. We had fun cooking together, working together, and sharing memories and thoughts! Isn’t that an important part of Christmas? Shouldn’t spend some time with family and friends… cooking (and eating!) together and working together and sharing together?

One More Christmas Story…

Like much of what travels around the Internet, the author of this is unknown… When Barbara “fluffed” her lines as Gatekeeper during our recent meeting I was reminded of this story and the point that life is not about perfection–it’s about laughter and fun.

My husband and I had been happily married (most of the time) for five years, but hadn’t been blessed with a baby.

 I decided to do some serious praying and promised God that if he would give us a child, I would be a perfect mother, love it with all my heart, and raise it with His Word as my guide.

 God answered my prayers and blessed us with a son.

 The next year, God  blessed us with another son.

 The following year, He blessed us with yet another son.

 The year after that, we were blessed with a daughter.

 My husband thought we’d been blessed right into poverty.  We now had four children, and the oldest was only 4 years old.

 I learned never to ask God for anything unless I meant it.  As a minister once told me, “If you pray for rain, make sure you carry an umbrella.”

 I began reading a few verses of the Bible to the children each day as they lay in their cribs.  I was off to a good start.  God had entrusted me with four children and I didn’t want to disappoint Him.  I tried to be patient the day the children smashed two dozen eggs on the kitchen floor searching for baby chicks.  I tried to be understanding when they started a hotel for homeless frogs in the spare bedroom, (more…)