INTEGRITY CHRISTIAN FELLOWSHIP

Our continued desire is to be vessels pouring out the treasures of Jesus Christ.

Testimony/Truth

My need to attend church was taught to me by my dear mother. She had a hunger and thirst to serve her Savior. We as children went regularly to Sunday school and church. She sacrificed to send us to a Christian day school.

Through the years and changes there in, the Lord has led me to Integrity Christian Fellowship.

One of the things I appreciate about Integrity is our Under Shepherdess, Pastor J. A. Grove. Her way of relating the Gospel and the truths of the Bible are refreshing and anointed.

Pastor Grove walks and teaches in a paradigm of honesty. She can speak of her own life experiences, good and bad in a manner that edifies and teaches. For some reason this honesty encourages my faith.

Sometimes it is difficult to sit under Pastor Grove’s tutelage related to the fact that she will teach the pure Word of God and that Word has a way of convicting me that is uncomfortable. BUT, it leads me to repentance and a brand new, clean heart and spirit. It gives me strength to keep on keeping on, which is my responsibility to my Pastor, my fellow believers at Integrity, and my Lord.

The Integrity Family is a comfortable family. We grieve with each other and we rejoice with each other. Our common bond is the Lord Jesus Christ. Through the awesome praise that ascends to Him each time we meet as a body, the Holy Spirit of God meets with us. There in His presence is found joy, the release of burdens, and healings. He is faithful.

Integrity is a place where His faithfulness, love, healing, understanding, righteousness, gracious-ness and mercy are found operating through Pastor Grove as it pours from the Throne of God and filters in a never ending River of God to the Saints at Integrity.

I thank and appreciate my Savior for leading me to a part of the Body of Christ where His Integrity is upheld and practiced.
-Jean Raines, 4/11/02

Last revised July 14, 2007

The Tear That Touched Heaven

A single tear rolling down my cheek

falls silently on my bed sheet…

but God hears.

 

Loneliness has become all too familiar,

singing out the old cliché ;

but it’s not my friend –

it’s the deceiver of my soul

and the thief of my dreams…

but God’s here.

 

The tear that fell to earth touched heaven

as Hope begins to rise,

rolling in like the mist at dawns’ first light ;

its’ fingers reaching out to mine…

 I hold onto them like a lifeline,

and I believe

God Cares

 

Carolyn Ann Galloway, 6/27/07

AWAKE

Jagged edges, shattered pieces

     I've lived their brokenness 

Desperations flood my soul

     Worlds away the warm caress.

 

Feelings foreign to my heart

     Parade their emotional distress

Where is my Champion,

                         Companion,

                                Friend

          The One who brings redress?

 

I do not know the finish time

     But pronounce His visits sure

I soak

     Immersed

          In waves of Love

     His Spirit says, "Endure".

 

So, I will dance attendantly 

     Count His promises as "yes" 

Let go of frantic, self attempts

     Flesh force to push, to bless.

 

His eyes and ears,

     These senses mine

          He's returned to right the wrong.

Awake! My soul,

     Rise up to fly

          To His chambers I belong.

 

Joan Korte

Master Plan

Excellent is the way of God

Planning higher than all can see

He moves mountains with His eye

Yet listens tenderly

 

He calms the vicious storms within

By His sovereign Word

Taming all to be Mastered

When His Spirit is heard

 

To those who love and obey Him

His unselfish plans are grand

Who take His voice as their life

And His Spirit by their hand

 

Linda Seres

                 River of Light

God is Life

In all I see

As He continues to split darkness

Dividing His Light from the night in me

 

His love shines brightly

In the darkness of me

Truth abounds and hides no more

When it's Him I see

 

A river of joy

Flowing truth from His heart

Releasing me free

No longer being a prisoner of the dark

 

Linda Seres