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The Centennial Celebration is history. What a day we
had! The service started with a prelude of a cappella singing by the
Ken J Fuller family. They sang beautiful hymns that bless the soul.
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Pastor Mark Surbrook led us in
To God Be the Glory
and the song that was the theme song of the college and church
Holiness Unto the Lord. The crowd of over 230 filled
the sanctuary with marvelous singing perhaps like the church hasn’t
known since the college left Miltonvale in 1972. That kind of crowd and
that many trained voices was a sound to move the emotional response
toward praise to our Holy God. We were then focused on God asking Him
to bless the service and the day of celebration to His glory. |
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We read Psalm 95:1-7 in unison and asked God to pour out
His spirit upon us as we endeavored to give Him glory for His work in
and through the church for 100 years. Rev. Ray Gilbert then read a poem
he had written for the occasion. Here it is in its entirety. |
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We are assembled here today To celebrate
the past; One hundred years ago, in fact Some saints who stood
steadfast. |
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A few dear souls were called of God To start a
church and school, And on this very hill they came - And prayer time was
their rule. |
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They sought for God to be in
charge, Then followed God’s blest will; They prayed for God to take the
lead And they would follow still. |
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Full
sixty years ago I came - To be a student here, I never could have known
back then I’d find such friends so dear. |
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I drove through Miltonvale one time - Just twenty
years ago, At auction sale I bought this sign I kept it, you might know. |
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The church and school had been torn down, I’d
loved them from the start; More than a Church and College They grew
within my heart. |
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Now we are here to call to mind Some
sacrifices made, And to recall God’s faithfulness Throughout this blest
crusade |
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Most pastors of these hundred years Have gone to
heaven fair; And hundreds of their precious flock Have gone to
join them there. |
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words and accolades galore Can ne’er repay these saints - For all they
did to lift up Christ, With grace and few complaints. |
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This Church has touched so many souls - And
brought them in the fold; But then there comes our time to die, Some
young, some very old. |
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God keeps the records of us all, And He will
compensate For all the prayers these hundred years His cause to
escalate. |
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What lies ahead, we cannot know, But now we’re
wade to see - What miracles our God has wrought, For all posterity!!! |
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