From the Desk of our Grand Knight

Dear Brothers;

Summer is here, the local fairs are going on and it is nice to see the growth of our young boys and girls, with their exhibits for  the local and State Fair. All their hard work will be rewarded.

Up coming events for our Council is the District meeting July 29 at 7:00PM at the KC Hall, Harper. On August 13 is our sweet corn, tomato and cat fish  supper. We need some extra help that day. We have extras guests from Halcyon House in Washington coming over. We are sure the residents will be enjoying the meal.

It was nice to receive thank you’s from all the students who received KC Scholarships. 

The next meeting will be August 10. Please plan to attend, we need new ideas

Thank You

Butch Baetsle

Continue Praying for Vocations, we need priest's badly

From your Financial Secretary

The football season will soon be here. As in the past we will be manning a food stand at Kinnick Stadium for all home games. This activity is our major source of income, so please offer to help. This income helps support Vocations, Scholarships, various other charitable causes and community activities.

Richard

PROMISES

New Promises  of life are ours with Jesus Christ. He walks by each  and every side. Calling us with loving eyes. It’s a kind an gentle voice, He asks us all to live the choice. To  wake with Him each morning light. To embrace His presence to keep His glorious promise bright.

A FEW ITEMS FOR THOUGHT

A wise man will hear, and will increase learning; and a man of understanding shall attain unto wise counsels. (Proverbs 1:5)

THE BRICK

  A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new car. He was watching for children, though, and slowed down when he thought he saw some­thing. As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into his car door!

He slammed on the brakes, and backed the car to the spot where he suspected the brick had been thrown. The angry driver jumped out of the car and grabbed the nearest kid, pushing him up against a parked car. He shouted, "What was that all about and who are you? This is a new car and the brick you threw did a lot of damage. It will be costly to repair. Why did you throw it?"

The young boy was apo­logetic. "Please, Mister, I am sorry, but I didn't know what else to do," he pleaded. "I threw the brick because no one would stop." With tears run­ning down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car. "It's my brother. He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair, but I can't lift him back up."

Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, "Would you please help me get him back into his wheel­chair? He is hurt and way too heavy for me."

Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He hurriedly lifted the fallen child, placing him back into the wheelchair. He took out a linen handker­chief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts.

A quick assessment told him that everything was now going to be okay.

"Thank you, and may God bless you," the grateful child told the stranger.

Too shook up for words, the man just stood there and simply watched the young boy carefully push his wheel­chair-bound brother down the sidewalk. It was a long, slow walk back to his car.

The damage to the car was noticeable, but he never bothered to repair the door. He left the dent to remind him of the lesson he learned that day: Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick to get your attention!

Sometimes, when we don't take the time to listen, God has to throw a brick at us—it is our choice to listen or not.

God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts.

    GOLDEN  POND

Day by day I travel on Across Life’s treacherous sea; On  olden pond of each new day My captain sails with me. He guides me across rough waters– Great Captain Christ is He; On Golden pond of each new day God faithfully sails with me.

  AN OLD ENGLISH PRAYER

Give us Lord, A bit of Sun,

A bit of work and a bit fun

Give us in all the struggle and sputter

Our daily bread and a bit of butter

Give us health and our keep to make, and a bit of spare for others’ sake,

Give us, too, a bit of song

And tale an d a  book to help us along.

Give us L:ord, a chance to be

Our  goodly best, brave, wide and free

  WORK WITHOUT HOPE

ALL Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair ‑
The bees are stirring - birds are on the wing -
And Winter slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.

Yet well I ken the banks where Amaranths blow,
Have traced the forest whence streams of nectar flow,
Bloom, 0 ye Amaranths! Bloom for whom ye may,
For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away!
With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll:
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?
Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And Hope without an Object cannot live