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Church Leadership

Elders

Ruben Metcalf--Head Elder

Howard Mitchell--elder

Floyd Martinez--Elder

Robert Collins--Elder

Lay Pastors

Sammy Morgan

Henry Adams

Gayland Hall

Verlin Kelly

Nolan Fontenot





Cowboys in Heaven

After cow punching for nigh on fifty years, a Texas cowboy went on to his reward. There was considerable excitement in heaven when he reached the pearly gates. The arrival of a real Texan cowboy was considered something of an event in heaven. Saint Peter himself came right over and insisted on giving the cowpoke a tour. Things were right friendly-like until the cowboy spotted half-a-dozen cowpokes staked out like broncos.

"Why are all those men staked out?" he asked Saint Peter.

Saint Peter replied: "Those are cowboys from the Panhandle. Every time we let them loose, they try to go back to Texas!"

A bit of humor:

 Several days ago as I left a meeting at our church, I desperately gave myself a
 personal TSA pat down.  I was looking for my keys.  They were not in my
 pockets.  A quick search in the meeting room revealed
 nothing.

 Suddenly I realized, I must have left them in the car.  Frantically, I headed for
 the parking lot.  My wife, Diane, has scolded me many times for leaving the
 keys in the ignition.  My theory is the ignition is the best place not to
 lose them.  Her theory is that the car will be stolen.  As I burst
 through the doors of the church, I came to a terrifying conclusion.  Her
 theory was right.  The parking lot was empty.
 
 I immediately called the police.  I gave them my location, confessed that I
 had left my keys in the car, and that it had been stolen.  Then I made the
 most difficult call of all, “Honey,” I stammered.  I always call her
 “honey” in times like these.  “I left my keys in the car, and it has been
 stolen.”

 There was a period of silence.  I thought the call had been dropped, but then I
 heard Diane’s voice. “Ken” she barked, “I dropped you off!”  Now it was my
 time to be silent.  Embarrassed, I said, “Well, come and get me.”
 Diane retorted, “I will, as soon as I convince this policeman I have not
 stolen
 your car!” 











Below

 Head Wrangler and his Beautiful Wife Sherry and Ruben's best friend

"jack The Dog".



 

I think this may be Ruben as a child.

 

What is a Cowboy?

Well here's what I want to tell ya

 about a wild kinda man

 and one who wears some funny clothes

 and he rarely wears a tan.

 

 He ain't no California hippy

 who rides them funny boards

 and he ain't no  Yank

 who talks on phones with no cords

 

 He's rarely seen on any coast

much less the big city

 and he only likes to drive big trucks

 not foreign ones, no-sir-e.

 

 He ain't got much time for foolishness

 unlike them city folk

 who drive them fancy sports cars

 instead of throwin' ropes.

 

 Now he sure likes perdy women

 and hopes to marry one

 it's just his only problem is well,

 he loves only one.

 

 It seems the longer time goes on

the harder it is to find this man

 and that's sure a sad ol' story

 especially in this God' great land.

 

 For it was the land that he was born

 and made in who he is

 a rough ol' ornery son of a gun

 but a kind one to the end.

 

 Cause he sure loves his animals

 and knows their power true

 and always takes good care a them

come rain or shine or you.

 

 Now this man for which I talk

ya might a guessed by now

 and it wouldn't surprise me

 if ya said he rode a cow.

 

 For cow is only half the name

 that's given his fame,

 and boy thats what his daddy taught

 and thus it would remain.