Friday, July 11, 2014

The Church in (the) Wildwood

There’s an old gospel song entitled "The Church in the Wildwood." I was recently the weekend guest of Wildwood Baptist Church in Village Mills, Texas. The church is in a unique gated community two hours west of Houston and about one hour east of Beaumont.  It was originally begun by six Baptist laymen, requiring that a Baptist church be established there, hence the Wildwood Baptist Church.

I was invited by the pastor, Bro. Jimmy Linn, to go to Wildwood to speak to the widows from their church and surrounding churches and others who had experienced a great loss.
Pastor Jimmy and his wife, Cristi, picked me up at the Houston airport and then drove back to Village Mills. We stopped along the way and ate a delicious lunch of Mexican food. 

A lovely lady, Lavon Dunham, who was also a widow, was my hostess for the weekend.
I was a guest in her home, which is on a beautiful lake. She fixed breakfast each morning. We ate oatmeal with delicious fruit two mornings and waffles on another, served with delicious blueberries, strawberries and bananas.

Lavon was also in charge of the luncheon on Saturday. About 100 people were in attendance.
The decorations featured angels with beautiful green and purple ribbon.  
A delicious lunch of fruit, chicken salad and potato straws with miniature cheesecakes was served.

Billy Emfinger, with his outstanding tenor voice, sang several favorite gospels which included, “His Eye Is on the Sparrow,” “The Lighthouse,” and “The Lord’s Prayer.”
 He sat at our table along with Lavon, the pastor and his wife, Cristi. 

I shared about the sufficiency of our great God in all kinds of trouble, including the loss of one’s mate, if we would know, believe and claim His precious promises.
I was so blessed by receiving a note of thanks from a 15 year old young woman who wrote that she was so blessed, even though she was not a widow.  Afterwards I signed copies of my book, Grace for the Widow, which the church made available.  

On the way “home” we stopped by the home of the former pastor, Don Mitchel. who is still a member of the church. He attended the luncheon. Here he is with one of the members of the church.
His wife, Wanda, had had some minor surgery and was not able to attend the luncheon, so we had a nice visit with them and their grown daughter, Charlotte. After taking a nap the pastor took me for a tour of the community, which consisted of about 1,000 people. He knew where all of his members and others lived. We stopped by to visit briefly with “Miss Jeanette,” who is 93 years old and not able to attend church any longer. I enjoyed my visit so much!

The next morning was Sunday so I visited Lavon’s Sunday class with about eight other lovely ladies. The teacher was Jimmie Dunn and the lesson was on “The Selfishness of Pride,” from the book of Ezekiel, the 28th Chapter. I enjoyed being in this class so much!

Then we gathered in Wildwood’s lovely worship center. It turned out that they sang my all time favorite song, “There’ Something About That Name.”  The pastor had asked me to share briefly about my life with Adrian and how God had been with me since he has been in heaven.  They all received me like I was a member of their family. I was so blessed!  

After church anyone who wished to go along was invited to ride in the church van and travel about 20 miles away to The Pickett House in Woodville, a small neighboring community. About 15 people attended the “country cooking” luncheon served family style. A big platter of fried chicken and heaping bowls of mashed potatoes, turnip greens, green beans, chicken and dumplings and slaw were served. We then loaded back on the van and were driven by Anita Walton, the pastor’s secretary, back to the church where we got our cars and drove back “home” to Lavon’s house.

I took a Sunday afternoon nap and then Lavon and I enjoyed a relaxing evening visiting in the swing on the front porch. The pastor and his wife came by for a delightful visit before we went to bed. We didn’t stay up late because we had to get up at 5 a.m. to make the two hour trip to Houston the next morning. Lavon drove me to the airport, along with her friend, Carolyn Jackson, for my 10:10 a.m. flight back home to Memphis. Indeed, it was the end to a lovely weekend to The Church in (the) Wildwood. I will never forget these wonderful, godly people who took me in and treated me like family.

3 comments:

  1. I was blessed reading your article. Thank you Joyce Rogers. My son and I are being blessed by sermons of your late husband Pastor Adrian Rogers on you tube. We have no words to express our joy in listening to his teaching. The Lord nightily used your husband really. May God bless you!
    Tedla
    Charlotte North Carolina

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  2. I was blessed reading your article. Thank you Joyce Rogers. My son and I are being blessed by sermons of your late husband Pastor Adrian Rogers on you tube. We have no words to express our joy in listening to his teaching. The Lord nightily used your husband really. May God bless you!
    Tedla
    Charlotte North Carolina

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