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Pat Sinclair 2012

Thoughts and Such...


Favorite Scriptures, Poems, Writings etc.  Written by members or others these are things we hold dear and enjoy.  We hope you will enjoy what is posted. To add to this page go to manage website on the home page or leave a comment.


As you walk through the pearly gates, there you behold;

Jesus has come to greet you on streets of pure gold.

"Welcome my child to your heavenly home;

Your battle is over and victory has been won.


There's a beautiful mansion; I’ve built just for you,

It stands on the hillside, beneath skies of blue.

Go now my child; see that you’re not alone,

Your loved ones are waiting to welcome you home."


                                       Pat Sinclair June 2012

Every Second

Every second, Every minute, Every hour of Every Day,

Jesus stands beside me and there I know He’ll stay.

Where can you find Him, the One who stands by me?

On your knees in prayer is where you need to be.


Every second seems so long, when you walk alone,

Every moment takes forever, when you don’t belong.

Every hour will draw you closer, as you kneel and pray,

Then you‘ll know He is with you each and every day.


In His hands He’ll hold you, safe and secure,

Protected by His presence of that I am sure.

In His heart He’ll love you, if you’ll let Him in,

Go to Him in prayer; let Him wash away your sin.


Every second, Every minute, Every hour of Every Day,

Jesus stands beside me and there I know He’ll stay.

Every second, Every minute, Every hour of Every Day,

You will always find Him when you kneel and pray.


Pat Sinclair

May 21, 2012


When I say that 'I am a Christian',

I am not shouting that 'I am clean living.

I'm whispering 'I was lost,

but now I'm found and forgiven.'

When I say 'I am a Christian',

I don't speak of this with pride.

I'm confessing that I stumble

and need Christ to be my guide.

When I say 'I am a Christian',

I'm not trying to be strong.

I'm professing that I'm weak

and need His strength to carry on.

When I say 'I am a Christian',

I'm not bragging of success.

I'm admitting I have failed

and need God to clean my mess.

When I say 'I am a Christian',

I'm not claiming to be perfect.

My flaws are far too visible,

but God believes I am worth it.

When I say 'I am a Christian',

I still feel the sting of pain.

I have my share of heartaches,

so I call upon His name.

When I say 'I am a Christian',

I'm not holier than thou,

I'm just a simple sinner who received

God's good grace, somehow!
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The place to be...

The nicest place to be is in someone's THOUGHTS!

The safest place to be is in someone's PRAYERS!


The best place to be is in....


The Christmas Teacup

The pretty little teacup was once just a lump of clay, until God's loving fingers gently molded it one day. 

Stronger and more beautiful the teacup soon became; as its true purpose was defined, no lifeless clay remained. 

So, let's sit down and share a special cup of Christmas tea, and thank the Lord for all He does to fashion you and me, into the folks He had in mind long before our birth... the loved ones Jesus came to save when He came here to earth.



Life continues, while

Throwing roadblocks in our way,

Without thought of tomorrow

Never slowing for changes.


Major happenings slow us

While the path ahead continues,

Putting emotions aside

We must continue forward.


Although bogged down with Worries

Sadness and Strife,

Each step gets easier to take

As we follow life’s path.


Pat Sinclair Dec 2, 2011

Blessings from God

Psalm 24:4-6

 4He that hath clean hands, and a pure heart; who hath not lifted up his soul unto vanity, nor sworn deceitfully.
 5He shall receive the blessing from the LORD, and righteousness from the God of his salvation.
 6This is the generation of them that seek him, that seek thy face, O Jacob. Selah.

A house without a family, a hospital without patients, a store without customers, a school without students are just buildings; a church without members is also just a building.

What is it about our church that makes it so much more than a building? You, me, each and every person that walks through the doors, we come and bring a part of ourselves.  We are all special in the sight of God and it takes all of us to make the building on Pine Ridge a church. 

Each of us has a gift that God has given to us so we might worship him better.  We use this gift to help the church.  We show Him we love him and are blessed in return.  But if we try to do too much we could be taking a blessing away from someone else.  Doing more than we have been called to do will stretch us too thin to be the blessing God intended us to be.  It will also cause us to burn out and therefore loose the blessing we are to others.  Let all who have been called be blessed by doing their part in making our building a church. If you don't want your blessing someone else who was also called will be glad to have it. 

May God bless us all as we do what we can to praise Him.



The words were loud and shrill, seeming to bounce off the walls of the small store.  Everyone in the building stopped and looked around.  Not noticing, or caring, where the sound had come from they continued their shopping, once their initial reaction was over.  A couple of them shook their head before moving on.  I, on the other hand, was behind the young mother whose child had made the declaration. 

I’ve seen this many times with the same reaction.  The mother gets upset and the child kicks and screams louder.  Soon the mother leaves her buggy and takes the child outside.  Today, however, was different.  This young woman relaxed her shoulders and continued shopping as if nothing had happened.  By now the child was crying and lying on the floor.  She pushed her cart with one hand while letting the other hang at her side continuing on down the aisle.  When the boy noticed he got up and ran to her. 

“Did you hear me?” he asked, his voice cracking with his sobs.  “I hate you.”

She ignored his pleas for attention and continued down the aisle.  He walked with her, not saying anything.  I shamelessly followed because I wanted to see how this turned out.

Soon he was quietly walking beside her and when she entered the checkout line I saw him reach up his hand and place it in her palm.

“I love you mommy,” he said.  All signs of anger gone now from his small body.

She closed her hand around his and smiled.  “I love you too, son.” She said. 

After paying they left the store hand in hand, a smile on their faces.


This story reminds me of a scripture.

Matthew 18:4
     Whosoever therefore shall humbles himself as this little child, the same is the greatest in the Kingdom of heaven.

We can kick, scream, and cry but until we put our lives in Gods hands and let him take care of us we will not find peace.

Pat Sinclair-2011


 Something Sis Ann shared with us.

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!

That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces.

The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her. On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. i suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’ s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.

On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I ran up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was too busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from whatever negative reaction it would have on our son, in case we pushed through with the divorce. —At least, in the eyes of our son—-I’m a loving husband…. THE SMALL DETAILS OF YOUR LIVES ARE WHAT REALLY MATTER IN A RELATIONSHIP.

"IT'S NOT" the Mansion or House, the Car, Property, the Money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!