Originally appearing in the Emory & Henry Alumni Magazine Posted on: Wednesday, March 4th, 2015 by Monica Hoel Renato Nascimento and Emory & Henry’s 140 Years of Missionary Service: By Dr. James Dawsey Former Emory & Henry College student Renato Nascimento spent five days during November 2014 on a mission trip to an orphanage … Continue reading
Aaron was a member of the church. He was a very talented artist who could draw and paint beautifully. He was also a master decorator who was called every year by the Country Club in Piracicaba to prepare elaborate decorations at Christmas and New Years. But Aaron had a problem. He was an alcoholic. He … Continue reading
[The Reverend Wil Cantrell (Robert W. Cantrell) is an ordained elder in the Holston Conference of the United Methodist Church. He serves as Pastor of Lebanon Memorial UMC. Wil is a graduate of Emory & Henry College and Duke Divinity School.] To my friends and fellow leaders in the Holston Conference and the United Methodist Church, I offer … Continue reading
In my appointments in ministry thus far, I have found the congregations often suffer from a lack of focus. Unfortunately, in my experience, churches fall into assuming that being busy = being faithful. Churches get caught up in so many “good causes” that I am afraid we end up missing the mark related to following … Continue reading
THE EXTENDED FAMILY OF GOD. We often encounter people who sacrifice much for those they love. I know a mother who was bed-ridden for three months and nearly lost her life in order to carry her baby to term and a father who sold his road-construction business and many properties to cover a son’s bad … Continue reading
Maria and Antonio were sharecroppers. They lived in a small adobe shack which had dirt floors and a zinc roof. Both worked from daybreak to late afternoon to make a living. Their worldly goods were meager. Nonetheless they had something that gave them great happiness and pride–a six-month-old beautiful baby girl. One Sunday morning they brought her … Continue reading