WOMEN'S Connect...
         The Ladies of OBC
          meet together on the
     2nd & 4th Monday 
              evening of the
          month for a time of
    fun, food, and fellowship
Women's Connect...

"My Cup Runneth Over"
Tea Fellowship

In May Each Year 

Thank you to all who put their time
and attention to every detail of this delightful event!

See You There!

Women's Connect....
Poems from previous meetings as requested....

Hast Thou No Scar

Hast thou no scar?
No hidden scar on foot, or side, or hand?
I hear thee sung as mighty in the land;
I hear them hail thy bright, ascendant star.

Hast thou no wound?
Yet I was wounded by the archers; spent,
Leaned me against a tree to die; and rent
By ravening beasts that compassed Me, I swooned.
Hast thou no wound?

No wound?  No scar?
Yet, as the Master shall the servant be,
And pierced are the feet that follow Me.
But Thine are whole; can he have followed far
Who hast no wound or scar?

                                                            Amy Carmichael

Mendicant of God

"I stood a Mendicant of God, before His royal throne,
and begged Him for one priceless gift which I could call my own.

I took the gift from out His hand, and as I would depart,
I cried, "But, Lord, this is a thorn, and it has pierced my heart.  
This is a strange and hurtful gift which Thou hast given me."

He said, "My child, I give good gifts, and I gave my best to thee."
I took it home and though at first the cruel thorn hurt sore, 
as long years past I learned at last to love it more and more.

I learned He never gives a thorn without this added grace,
He takes the thorn to pin aside the veil which hides His face."
                                                           Martha Nicholson

When you are forgotten or neglected or purposely set at naught, and you sting and hurt with the insult or the oversight, but your heart is happy, being counted worthy to suffer for Christ - that is dying to self.

When your good is evil spoken of, when your wishes are crossed, your advice disregarded, your opinions ridiculed and you refuse to let your anger rise in your heart, or even defend yourself, but take it all in patient loving silence - that is dying to self.

When you lovingly and patiently bear any disorder, any irregularity, or any annoyance, when you can stand face to face with waste, folly, extravagance, spiritual insensibility, and endure as Jesus endured it - that is dying to self.

When you are content with any food, any offering, any raiment, any climate, any society, any attitude, any interruption, by the will of God - that is dying to self.

When you never care to refer to yourself in conversation, or to record your own good works, or itch after commendation, when you can truly love to be unknown - that is dying to self.

When you see your brother prosper and have his needs met and can honestly rejoice with him in spirit and feel no envy or question God, while your own needs are far greater and in desperate circumstances - that is dying to self.

When you can receive correction well outwardly, finding no rebellion or resentment rising up within your heart - that is dying to self.



We hope these bless you as much as they have us....