THE NORTHERN KENTUCKY SEARCHER
"Search the scriptures: for in them ye think ye have eternal life: and they are they which testify of me. " (John 5:39)

VOLUME 2, NUMBER 19, JUNE 9, 2002

            Last week, once again, my family and I learned what a tremendous blessing it is to be part of the body of Christ.  When Vicky’s dad died on  the 2^nd, brethren immediately sprang into action.  The food, the cards, the calls, the flowers, the attendance at the visitation and the funeral, and especially the prayers, where simply overwhelming.  You will never know how much it all meant to us and we thank you from the bottom of our hearts. 

            Being a Christian is not simply the only life that gives us hope of an eternal home with our Lord – it is the best life that can be lived on earth.  Loving brethren are a major part of making it so.

 A GRANDSON’S TRIBUTE  

The news came Sunday night, Grandpa had died.

I stood there speechless, my mouth open wide.

In that moment my world went black;

But memories poured in and, as usual, you brought the light back.  

These few lines cannot be sufficient to tell you what you mean to me.

But I’ll give it a shot, because I want the world to see.

And I take comfort knowing where you are now.

But even so, here’s one last message from “your buddy and your pal.”

A man like you can’t be found every day.

I smile through my tears remembering the things you used to say.

I’ll never forget your charm or your wit,

Like when I’d hurt myself and you’d ask, “When’d you first notice it?”  

My sorrow now is almost too much to bear,

But paradise is a wonderful thought, and I know that you are there.

I’m walking around your farm as I write, wondering what to do.

And I’d give anything if, for just one last time, I could walk this field with you.  

A relationship like ours is so very rare,

I wish everyone could have what we share.

I wanted to be like you so much, and you tried to show me how,

Taking a line from one of your favorite commercials – “Grandpa, can you hear me now?”  

Your journey on earth is now complete,

And in paradise you have taken your seat.

So from your grandson and your best friend I write this with a sigh –

Until we meet in heaven, Grandpa, goodbye.

I love you, Grandpa

Adam

JUST ONE HOUR!

Jesus said through Him I’m free,

And I must say I do agree.

On Sunday morning at church I’ll be,

But the rest of the week you won’t see me.

Jesus understands I know what’s best,

On Sunday evening I need my rest.

Wednesday night’s a bad time too,

The week’s half over and I’ve so much to do.

I sure am glad He died for me,

And from my sins He set me free.

So one hour a week I’ll gladly give,

That’s payment enough for the things He did.

Greg Litmer