Sunday, August 15, 2010


Welcome to the DASH blog!. . . 

We are the youth group at New Life Apostolic Church in Watkinsville, GA. Composed of youth ages 13 -- 25 (singles!), we are striving to reach out and show the world what great things God is doing! 
We are looking forward to what God will do this month. Get ready!! Check out the youth department's web blog at the site below:

Friday, August 6, 2010


I normally don’t forward e-mails. But this story touched my heart and reminded me of my dad who did not have a great deal of wealth in this world, but was passionate in touching people’s life in a special way. He passed away almost three years ago and had over 1,200 people show up at his funeral within a day of notice.

God bless you,
Toufic Azar, Pastor
Duncan Creek Pentecostal Church 
Bufurd, Georgia

I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes... I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas.I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.
 'Hello Barry, how are you today?'
 'H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. 
 Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look good.' 

 'They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?'
 'Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time.' 
 'Good. Anything I can help you with?' 
 'No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas.'

 'Would you like to take some home?'  Asked Mr. Miller. 
 'No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.'

 'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?'

 'All I got's my prize marble here.' 
 'Is that right? Let me see it' said Miller. 
 'Here 'tis. She's a dandy.' 
 'I can see that. Hmm mmm, only thing is this one is blue and I
 sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked. 

 'Not zackley but almost.'

 'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip
 this way let me look at that red marble'. Mr. Miller told the boy.

 'Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.' 
Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.' 

I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. 

A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles. Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died.. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could. 

Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. 
Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one; each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. 

Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes. Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket. 

'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size....they came to pay their debt.' 'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,' she confided, 'but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho ..' With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles. 

The Moral: 
We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds.Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath. 
Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles ~ A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself... 
An unexpected phone call from an old friend.... Green stoplights on your way to work.... 
The fastest line at the grocery store.... A good sing-along song on the radio... 
Your keys found right where you left them. 


Toufic Azar pastors a new home missions work of the Assemblies of the Lord Jesus Christ (ALJC) in the state of Georgia. The church is called Duncan Creek Pentecostal located in Buford, Georgia. Pastor Azar is married to April and they have four children. They have labored in the ministry a number of years serving as missionaries to Lebanon was well as evangelizing and now pastoring. Visit the church's website for more information and directions at  Thanks Bro. Azar for sharing this wonderful story with us! God Bless! New Life Outreach Team.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010


For those of you who have been praying for a beautiful young lady involved in a serious car accident on Saturday evening, she has been improving and God has been doing a mighty work in this situation. Please continue to pray for the Clack family and for Kristen's complete healing. Information and updates are readily available from her blog website listed below. Thanks and God Bless. New Life Outreach Team.