On a mission to serve
It’s 9 a.m. on a Tuesday and the doors of Waterfront Thrift Store in Gulf Breeze are open for business. George and Sylvia Fleetwood of Navarre tuck their car into a parking spot as other locals arrive to shop for bargains while helping a worthy cause.
But the Fleetwoods are not there to shop; they have come to serve as volunteers.
Let’s say grace
The second annual “Grace’s Place Family Dinner” was held outdoors the afternoon of Nov. 1 on the grounds of Covenant Community Church in Navarre.
A crowd of about 50 attended, with several participating in the featured event, a chili and soup cookoff. The winners were Wendy Justice for the best soup and Alex Ramirez for the best chili, each of whom took home a large gift basket.
For God’s Sake
There is a dog food commercial that makes me laugh. It begins with slow-motion footage of a sleek wolf bounding through the woods. The wolf leaps effortlessly over a log but then mid-leap, is transformed into a golden retriever that nails the landing and bounds off.
A voiceover explains that inside every dog there is the spirit of a wolf, so buy this company’s dog food. What makes me laugh is that, nearby, our “wolf,” a 15-year-old, 20-pound snaggle of fur, is laying on the floor snoring loudly and sporting a “male wrap,” which is kind of a doggie diaper.
For God’s Sake
Do you have friends on social media who forward “fun” online surveys to their entire friend list? The surveys ask things like, “List the states you have visited” or “Which of the following have you done: Skydive? Gotten a tattoo? Rode a motorcycle?”
Benefit for Life: PRCN holds its annual fundraiser
“Good evening, and welcome to Community Life Church and to PRC’s annual fundraising banquet,” Becky Pala, PRC Board Secretary and event host greeted those who gathered last month.
The Pregnancy Resource Center of Navarre (PRCN) held its annual fundraising banquet Oct. 20 with a unique twist; there was no banquet. This year’s fundraiser was conducted without a banquet as a virtual event out of concern for the spread of the coronavirus.
Small but mighty
St. Augustine Church’s community takes care of its faith community.
“We are all about outreach,” said St. Augustine of Canterbury Episcopal Church’s Senior Warden, Terri Rothe through a floral face mask. This claim is borne out in the number of community outreaches in which this relatively small congregation is engaged, and they are challenging others to step up and join with them.
For God’s sake
I am basically inept when it comes to home repairs. Admitting it has kept me out of the emergency room and has, on occasion, paid some tradesman’s mortgage.
One time, I tried to change out an exhaust fan in a bathroom. An easy job, right? I was glad that I had read the instructions because I learned to shut off the circuit breaker to avoid electrocution.
Worshiping together as one
Ahm Yisrael Messianic Synagogue in Navarre, led by Rabbi Wayne Leland, is a congregation that believes that the “Jesus” of the Bible, Yeshua in Hebrew, is the long-promised Messiah. Christians might marvel that Jewish believers have joined our ranks when, in truth, it is we non-Jewish believers who have joined their ranks. We forget that the thousands who were the first to believe that Yeshua is the Messiah were Jewish. The Scriptures remind non-Jewish believers that at one time we were “separated from Christ, alienated from the Commonwealth of Israel and strangers to the covenants of promise, having no hope and without God in the world. But now in Christ Jesus you who once were far off have been brought near by the blood of Christ” (Ephesians 2:12-13).
A place to share your grief
“It is better to go to a house of mourning than to go to a house of feasting, for death is the destiny of every man; the living should take this to heart” (Ecclesiastes 7:2). What the Scripture writer is saying is that you will get more beneficial things for life at a funeral than you will at a party.
God’s special time
“I don’t know why you guys come here,” a prison inmate told the visitor. His was not an expression of complaint but one of amazement. What would compel a group of men to give of their time every month to visit inmates in a prison facility? You might say, “it was time.”












