"Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for us? Then said I, Here I am; send me." - Isaiah 6:8
Out of the myriad of choices that young men and women can make and the many opportunities presented to men of ambition; there are some that have resisted the call of the world to answer the call of God.All Marines can remember the last hours of the crucible, when weary, worn, and exhausted they were handed the rewards of their accomplishment - The Eagle, Globe and Anchor, the symbol of excellence. So now, the Marine brothers and sisters who have left the ranks of the military to join the ranks of the ministry, will soon stand on a platform and be recognized for their hard work and sacrifice, as ministers of the Gospel.
From the Church in Oceanside, CA - We want to give a big "Euraaahh!" to Sabrina Campbell, Kweli and Sophia - (Sis. Marine - by association) Talbert, Amy Clark - (Sis. Moto), Allen Downing - (Beaker), (Wild) Rob Larson, (Rowdy) Greg Legister, and Deck Thompson (U.S. Marshal). These have entered seminary this year.
Keep up the good work - the best is yet to come!
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Who Shall I Send
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Thursday, November 29, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Thankful Ponderings
Now that we are stuffed to the gizzard with turkey and savory trimmings, we are all ready to slumber in the lap of contentment. BUT,... wait! Not yet! There's so much to be done! Even as we slip into a near comatose snooze, a draft agenda for the next month is already taking form in our mind. Let's not forget the reason for which we are forming these eternal run-downs, schedules, and lists. The birthday of our Saviour Christ Jesus! Don't forget to put Him at the top!



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Thursday, November 15, 2007
Thanksgiving




"(As it is written, 'He has dispersed abroad; he hath given to the poor: his


So before we rush off at the sound of the Thanksgiving Sale 'gun',
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Monday, November 12, 2007
A Veteran's Day Special Thanks To Our Military!
A Call of Duty!
This Veterans Day I found myself thinking a lot of my Gramps. He was a Navy Corpsman during three wars; World War II, Korean War, and the Vietnam War. He was in Vietnam twice. He worked with the Marines on a daily basis through out all of them. He was a husband and father to four children. I never knew all that he had given in each of these wars until after he passed. Now I wish I could tell him just how much I appreciate him and how proud I am. He gave of himself every time there was a war. Draft or no he would raise his right hand and when it was over he would do his time and exit out of the military. He was very patriotic and rose to answer the call of need whenever it presented itself. It was his purpose.
Bearing the Cost
My grandfather never spoke of the things which went on in any of the wars. So we never knew... until I decided to do a random search on the net about him. The things that I found out! I cried. I know that he was not the only one, but you just don't hear of these accounts too often. I found ships records of him being on the USS Lexington during the Battle of the Coral Sea. It told of what he and his fellow men did while being torpedoed. How they had to move the hospital (wounded and all) while under attack three times due to explosions, smoke and fire. I started to search elsewhere. Started asking questions. The things that I found made my heart surge with a love and pride that I regret I cannot bestow on the ones who truly need to hear it. BUT,... I do so here and now. Both he and his fellow servicemen have left a trail of grateful hearts and stories of the care and courage on their part; all of which he seldom spoke of. He was the very essence what every military man should be. He loved despite the difficulty that it may have presented. He earned more than just purple hearts in the doing too. He put a wounded Marine on a helicopter in Vietnam in spite of a new lieutenant's direct orders. I am happy to say that the Marine lived. He paid for that bit of care and concern, but it was no matter to him. A man's life was more important than his own rank. He had fulfilled his call of duty. He had saved a life. He did not have to speak his love or care; he knew how to act even in the face of cost.
In 1966, my Gramps faced his last war situation. A 12 year old Vietcong boy came from behind him and took aim. My Gramps would forever regret the action that he took to remedy the situation for he had two teenage boys at home. It was like killing his own son. The remorse that he felt was so strong that it sent him home to the States where he was honorably discharged from the military.
On August 19th, 2003, my grandfather passed. On his deathbed, (I'll never forget
the agony that I felt when my mother told me this) he was expressing his love to each of the family that was present; just my mother, my aunt and uncle. He was sliding in and out of his memories. Lasping from the present to the past; back to the

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A Plea
God grant me these: the strength to do
Some needed service here;
The wisdom to be brave and true;
The gift of clear vision,
That in each task that comes to me
Some purpose I may plainly see.
God teach me to believe that I
Am stationed at a post,
Although the humblest 'neath the sky,
What I am needed most,
And that, at last, if I do well,
My humble services will tell.
God grant me faith to stand on guard,
Uncheered, unspoke, alone,
And see behind such duty hard
My service to the throne.
Whate'er my task, be this my creed:
I am on earth to fill a need.