Dear Southmoore Family,

Drip- Drip- Drip

This past Sunday, Judy and I were driving to church. Judy looked at me and said, “Dan, you’re dripping.” I quickly grabbed my handkerchief, wiped my nose, and said, “Thank you for letting me know.”

Then I asked, “Do you know what’s worse than a dripping nose?” She said, “No, what?”

I answered, “Having a dripping nose and not knowing it.”

I am grateful that I have a wife who lets me know when I’m not aware of what’s happening. There was a time that I would have been embarrassed by being told I have a dripping nose. Not now. I’ve gotten past that.

But what I am thankful for is that I have a wife who looks out after me. God saw fit to give me a “helper” (Genesis 2:18). And he gave me the best!

A helper is someone who supports, encourages, comforters, guides, assists, sustains, gives a hand, and much, much more.

Although Judy has spent the last 50 years taking care of me, she is limited. Is she a superwoman? Yes, of course. Is she a Proverbs 31 woman? You bet. Am I blessed? Yes. Am I spoiled? Completely.

My Sunday going to church with a dripping nose reminded me that dripping noses and going to church has something in common.

Say what?

Read on, Pilgrim.

How many times have you gone to church and, while you were minding your own business, God revealed to you that you had a drippy nose (sin)? And when the Holy Spirit convicted you of your sin, you were led to confess your sin. And by confessing your sin, God forgave you and cleansed you from all unrighteousness (1 John 1:9).

Think of it this way, you came to church with a dripping nose, and left with a dry one!

To Live is Christ,

Bro. Danny Frazee

Dear Southmoore Family and Friends,

I was invited to play golf last week and I said, “Yes.” Just to let you know my golf game is like Lazarus when he came out of the grave, “It stinketh.”

I have only played golf a few times all summer. There was a time that I played every week. Now it’s more like once a month. I’m not sure what happened. I guess over time, I lost my passion to play.

Now I’m sure you are wondering, “Well, Dan, how did you do?” I didn’t do very good at all. In fact, I did so bad, I threw my scorecard away. ☹

So, what happened?

First of all, I’m not a very good golfer. But the sad thing is, I’m getting worse. And it’s my fault. I don’t practice. I seldom play. I don’t focus when I’m playing. My course management is terrible. If I played golf for a living, I would be broke!

Since my golf outing last week, I’ve been doing some thinking. (Yes, I know that can be dangerous.) I’ve been thinking about how going to the golf course, and going to church, has something in common. Let me explain.

A few years ago, when I was playing every week, my golf game was pretty good. My score was in the 80s. I made a few birdies, a few pars, and looked forward to getting back on the course as soon as possible.

When Covid 19 arrived last year, it kept a lot of folks from coming to church; and understandably so. When the virus ramped up, church attendance went down. And by not being able to come to church, it has taken its toll on a lot of people. As you know, watching church services on TV is not the same as being there.

Now please don’t misunderstand me. Not everyone can, or should, come to church. I’m talking to those who can come to church and choose not to.

So let me encourage you. Get back in the game (church). I’d love to see you!

To Live is Christ,
Bro. Danny Frazee