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Thank you to all who came to New Straitsville!
What a great service! 2 refilled and 1 first time Holyghost!
Friday night started with Pizza at the hotel, Saturday morning was the ride with prayer at Sis Phillips front lawn praying for her healing from cancer as first and most important stop of the day!
Then rode through the hills to Cornerstone church in Circleville Oh and had great lunch ready for us. Thank you Cornerstone and Gary and Sheri Miller!
Then we took different route through the hills back to Logan to get ready for meet and greet at Olde Dutch restaurant where buffet was provided by New Straitsville United Pentecostal Church.
Sunday morning Service! Oh what a service!
During the service I was able to give honor and thankfulness to Rev David and Sis Karen Murphy retired pastor and first lady in Niles Ohio as well as Rev David and Sis Jeanie Showalter retired pastor and first lady of Omaha Nebraska. These 2 couples have paved the way for so many souls to be saved and both have now passed the torch to their children to continue pastoring.
We were blessed to have Rev Mike and Sis Debbie Coram of Stedman North Carolina to bring us what God put on his heart 18 months ago for this service. Let me tell you, it was worth the wait! Thank you Bro Coram!
Thank you to all who helped and were involved in our biker weekend!
Please join us June 25&26, 2022 for our 6th annual Biker Sunday being preached by our Vice President Bro Randy Hennigan!
Next up
Indiana Northern Chapter Biker Sunday July 16-18
Wooster, Ohio Biker Sunday July 30-Aug 1st. Louisiana Biker Sunday Aug 8 MICHIGAN BIKER SUNDAY AUGUST 13-15 Illinois Biker Sunday Aug 20-22
WARREN,OHIO BIKER SUNDAY AUGUST 27-29
West Virginia Biker Sunday September 18-19
ASR National Rally October 14-16 Bossier City,Louisiana
Michael Theodore
National Public Relations Coordinator
We were excited at our turnout for our biker weekend in Omaha. We had seven states represented ; Texas, Alabama, Indiana, Ohio, Missouri, Iowa, and Nebraska. Our meet and greet was fun, meeting new riders while enjoying pizza’s from Godfathers and Valentino’s both businesses originating here in Nebraska.
our Saturday morning ride kicked off and we headed toward out on our ride westward. We stopped in the town Wahoo to gas up get drinks and munchies. While there we met a group of riders who were from the Omaha metro area. We invited them to church and gave them church cards. Before leaving Bro Michael Theodore was getting ready to buy his drink when a lady spoke up and told him she was paying for it. She said she was happy to see someone promoting the gospel. We gathered in the parking lot and had prayer for the town of Wahoo before leaving. We then headed to Seward, Nebraska where Pastor Timothy Daywitt and church family had prepared a BBQ meal fit for a king. I am excited to report that ASR blessed the church there with a free will donation of $650.00. Pastor Daywitt said he was impressed with the friendliness of everyone and stated that anytime we wanted him to fix BBQ for a biker event he would be happy to do so. We gathered on the front steps of the church and prayed for Brother and Sister Daywitt. There were 23 bikes lined up at the church for the lunch and an estimated 30 riders.
After leaving Seward we headed back east and headed to a stop for the ladies, Bakers Chocolate Factory in Greenwood, Nebraska. There were lots of smiles.
Our Sunday service saw a close to full house. District Superintendent Myron Powell preached a wonderful message and God moved in the altar service. ASR really made an impact upon Nebraska. There were seven pastors involved in our weekend, four of those are on the district board. I look for this to be the start of great opportunity for ASR growing in Nebraska. Following our Sunday service and lunch provided by Apostolic Life Center, some of us headed out to the Black Hills. We stopped in Norfolk where Pastor Danny Wilson and wife, Rebeka, we’re holding their inaugural service of The Refuge Church. ASR members gathered around Bro and Sis Wilson and prayed for them. This is the ministry of ASR in action.
My thanks to Bro Clarence Earp for calling me last year bringing the idea of a biker weekend coupled with his Black Hills ride. Thanks also for Bro Michael Theodore’s help in my planning this event. His experience was extremely valuable to me.
Nebraska was truly blessed by ASR and look forward to becoming an active arm of this ministry here in the Midwest.
This is a group picture with our back patch showing so you can see where we are from.
Story credits to Chris Sperry
There is a spiritual application that can be drawn from this true story. God’s word is forever settled in Heaven and cannot be changed by time, circumstances, or at the whim of man. Thank God for a rock during these times of foundation shaking changes. Here is the story.
In Nashville, Tennessee, during the first week of January, 1996, more than 4,000 baseball coaches descended upon the Opryland Hotel for the 52nd annual ABCA convention. Nineteen times since, many of the same professional, college, high school, youth, and a slew of international coaches from passionate and developing baseball nations have gathered at various convention hotels across the country for two-and-half days of clinic presentations and industry exhibits. Sure, many members of the American Baseball Coaches Association have come and gone in those years; the leadership has been passed, nepotistically, from Dave Keilitz to his son, Craig; and the association — and baseball, in general — has lost some of its greatest coaches, including Rod Dedeaux, Gordie Gillespie, and Chuck “Bobo” Brayton.
I have attended all but three conventions in those nineteen years, and I have enjoyed and benefited from each of them. But ’96 was special — not just because it was held in the home of country music, a town I’d always wanted to visit. And not because I was attending my very first convention. Nashville in ’96 was special because it was there and then that I learned that baseball — the thing that had brought 4,000 of us together — was merely a metaphor for my own life and those of the players I hoped to impact.
While I waited in line to register with the hotel staff, I heard other more veteran coaches rumbling about the lineup of speakers scheduled to present during the weekend. One name, in particular, kept resurfacing, always with the same sentiment — “John Scolinos is here? Oh man, worth every penny of my airfare.”
Who the hell is John Scolinos, I wondered. No matter, I was just happy to be there.
Having sensed the size of the group during check-in, I woke early the next morning in order to ensure myself a good seat near the stage — first chair on the right side of the center isle, third row back — where I sat, alone, for an hour until the audio-visual techs arrived to fine-tune their equipment. The proverbial bee bee in a boxcar, I was surrounded by empty chairs in a room as large as a football field. Eventually, I was joined by other, slightly less eager, coaches until the room was filled to capacity. By the time Augie Garrido was introduced to deliver the traditional first presentation from the previous season’s College World Series winner, there wasn’t an empty chair in the room.
ABCA conventions have a certain party-like quality to them. They provide a wonderful opportunity to re-connect with old friends from a fraternal game that often spreads its coaches all over the country. As such, it is common for coaches to bail out of afternoon clinic sessions in favor of old friends and the bar. As a result, I discovered, the crowd is comparatively sparse after lunch, and I had no trouble getting my seat back, even after grabbing a plastic-wrapped sandwich off the shelf at the Opryland gift shop.
I woke early the next morning and once again found myself alone in the massive convention hall, reviewing my notes from the day before: pitching mechanics, hitting philosophy, team practice drills. All technical and typical — important stuff for a young coach, and I was in Heaven. At the end of the morning session, certain that I had accurately scouted the group dynamic and that my seat would again be waiting for me after lunch, I allowed myself a few extra minutes to sit down and enjoy an overpriced sandwich in one of the hotel restaurants. But when I returned to the convention hall thirty minutes before the lunch break ended, not only was my seat not available, barely any seats were available! I managed to find one between two high school coaches, both proudly adorned in their respective team caps and jackets. Disappointed in myself for losing my seat up front, I wondered what had pried all these coaches from their barstools. I found the clinic schedule in my bag: “1 PM John Scolinos, Cal Poly Pomona.” It was the man whose name I had heard buzzing around the lobby two days earlier. Could he be the reason that all 4,000 coaches had returned, early, to the convention hall? Wow, I thought, this guy must really be good.
I had no idea.
In 1996, Coach Scolinos was 78 years old and five years retired from a college coaching career that began in 1948. He shuffled to the stage to an impressive standing ovation, wearing dark polyester pants, a light blue shirt, and a string around his neck from which home plate hung — a full-sized, stark-white home plate.
Seriously, I wondered, who in the hell is this guy?
After speaking for twenty-five minutes, not once mentioning the prop hanging around his neck, Coach Scolinos appeared to notice the snickering among some of the coaches. Even those who knew Coach Scolinos had to wonder exactly where he was going with this, or if he had simply forgotten about home plate since he’d gotten on stage.
Then, finally …
“You’re probably all wondering why I’m wearing home plate around my neck. Or maybe you think I escaped from Camarillo State Hospital,” he said, his voice growing irascible. I laughed along with the others, acknowledging the possibility. “No,” he continued, “I may be old, but I’m not crazy. The reason I stand before you today is to share with you baseball people what I’ve learned in my life, what I’ve learned about home plate in my 78 years.”
Several hands went up when Scolinos asked how many Little League coaches were in the room. “Do you know how wide home plate is in Little League?” After a pause, someone offered, “Seventeen inches,” more question than answer.
“That’s right,” he said. “How about in Babe Ruth? Any Babe Ruth coaches in the house?”
Another long pause.
“Seventeen inches?”came a guess from another reluctant coach.
“That’s right,” said Scolinos. “Now, how many high school coaches do we have in the room?” Hundreds of hands shot up, as the pattern began to appear. “How wide is home plate in high school baseball?”
“Seventeen inches,” they said, sounding more confident.
“You’re right!” Scolinos barked. “And you college coaches, how wide is home plate in college?”
“Seventeen inches!” we said, in unison.
“Any Minor League coaches here? How wide is home plate in pro ball?”
“Seventeen inches!”
“RIGHT! And in the Major Leagues, how wide home plate is in the Major Leagues?”
“Seventeen inches!”
“SEVENTEEN INCHES!” he confirmed, his voice bellowing off the walls. “And what do they do with a a Big League pitcher who can’t throw the ball over seventeen inches?” Pause. “They send him to Pocatello!” he hollered, drawing raucous laughter.
“What they don’t do is this: they don’t say, ‘Ah, that’s okay, Jimmy. You can’t hit a seventeen-inch target? We’ll make it eighteen inches, or nineteen inches. We’ll make it twenty inches so you have a better chance of hitting it. If you can’t hit that, let us know so we can make it wider still, say twenty-five inches.’”
Pause.
“Coaches …”
Pause.
” … what do we do when our best player shows up late to practice? When our team rules forbid facial hair and a guy shows up unshaven? What if he gets caught drinking? Do we hold him accountable? Or do we change the rules to fit him, do we widen home plate?
The chuckles gradually faded as four thousand coaches grew quiet, the fog lifting as the old coach’s message began to unfold. He turned the plate toward himself and, using a Sharpie, began to draw something. When he turned it toward the crowd, point up, a house was revealed, complete with a freshly drawn door and two windows. “This is the problem in our homes today. With our marriages, with the way we parent our kids. With our discipline. We don’t teach accountability to our kids, and there is no consequence for failing to meet standards. We widen the plate!”
Pause. Then, to the point at the top of the house he added a small American flag.
“This is the problem in our schools today. The quality of our education is going downhill fast and teachers have been stripped of the tools they need to be successful, and to educate and discipline our young people. We are allowing others to widen home plate! Where is that getting us?”
Silence. He replaced the flag with a Cross.
“And this is the problem in the Church, where powerful people in positions of authority have taken advantage of young children, only to have such an atrocity swept under the rug for years. Our church leaders are widening home plate!”
I was amazed. At a baseball convention where I expected to learn something about curveballs and bunting and how to run better practices, I had learned something far more valuable. From an old man with home plate strung around his neck, I had learned something about life, about myself, about my own weaknesses and about my responsibilities as a leader. I had to hold myself and others accountable to that which I knew to be right, lest our families, our faith, and our society continue down an undesirable path.
“If I am lucky,” Coach Scolinos concluded, “you will remember one thing from this old coach today. It is this: if we fail to hold ourselves to a higher standard, a standard of what we know to be right; if we fail to hold our spouses and our children to the same standards, if we are unwilling or unable to provide a consequence when they do not meet the standard; and if our schools and churches and our government fail to hold themselves accountable to those they serve, there is but one thing to look forward to …”
With that, he held home plate in front of his chest, turned it around, and revealed its dark black backside.
“… dark days ahead.”
Coach Scolinos died in 2009 at the age of 91, but not before touching the lives of hundreds of players and coaches, including mine. Meeting him at my first ABCA convention kept me returning year after year, looking for similar wisdom and inspiration from other coaches. He is the best clinic speaker the ABCA has ever known because he was so much more than a baseball coach.
His message was clear: “Coaches, keep your players — no matter how good they are — your own children, and most of all, keep yourself at seventeen inches.”
He was, indeed, worth the airfare.
What Role Does Azusa StreetRiders Play in Your Life?
Azusa StreetRiders ministry is many things to many people. For some it’s just an opportunity to ride with like-minded Apostolic christen men and woman, for some it’s an avenue to put the great commission of the Lord Jesus Christ to work. For others it’s simply a chance to serve. Missionaries it’s an opportunity to receive something they might not ever be able to afford in a timely manner, a motorcycle for God’s work. For pastors it can be an extension of the church to reach out for souls they might not otherwise be able to connect with, simply another quiver in their pouch to reach a lost and dying world.
Of course there are many other roles that Azusa StreetRiders ministry plays in people’s lives. That is why we need to make this ministry, ourselves available for service to others whenever and wherever we can. I know schedules are tight; lives are busy whether or not we want them to be. This week alone my heart yearns to have been in Central Missouri for their event and trying every which way next week to get to Omaha, NE. I am still trying to figure out how to put fifteen gallons into a five-gallon bucket, any suggestions? As the Azusa StreetRiders ministry grows and yes we are defiantly growing there are choices that need to be made and time is a valuable commodity. My prayer is all of our membership gets engaged at some level, at some time during our riding season let do the best we can do to support each other’s efforts.
So how do we manage this already packed schedule, our families, church, jobs and honey do’s and yes down time. I wish I knew! I do know that when we commit to an Azusa StreetRiders ministry event it is counted as a sacrifice on behalf of the members that attend and promote these events. Mark my words this is God’s work and he is not slack. We are about our Fathers business when we are a part of either someone else’s event or ours. If you are an Apostolic man or women of God and a member of this ministry regardless of what role Azusa StreetRiders ministry is currently playing in your life you are in the soul reaching business and that job description is all about lost souls via motorcycles.
Our mission if we choose to accept it is to go out in the highways and byways always keeping in mind, what can I do to reach the lost? I suggest start with prayer asking the Lord Jesus Christ for direction after all he knows your schedule better than you do so why not consult with the one that can make it all work our according to his will. Second, wear the Azusa StreetRiders backpatch when you ride, that is a drawing card for so many. I have seen it many times where people will inquire about the backpatch and Azusa Street, it works! We all cannot attend every event, believe me I want to but we can do some. One advantage of a growing ministry like ours is there are more events every year and many which are coming closer to home, get involved when you can, be a part, make a difference.
In closing I want to say it has been a privilege to service this ministry. I have seen the Azusa StreetRiders ministry blossom due to the efforts of this membership and with growth come challenges. In earlier years it was easy to attend all or most of the events because there were only a few but now we have something going on almost weekly especially when you add in unadvertised local chapter rides or events, just local chapters going out ministering where and when they can. I feel this fulfills what Bro & Sis Beall envisioned when they first started this ministry and I give them both honor for allowing this membership to run with the ball. I am also sanctified proud that were doing our best to adhere to Mark 16:15 And he said unto them, Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature. Even if that is from a motorcycle seat.
Greetings to everyone in Jesus name!
I trust everyone enjoyed their Memorial Day weekend. A time to remember and show our appreciation to all the fallen soldiers and our veterans still living. We owe a great debt to all of the individuals that served and continue to serve. Also the families that have lost loved ones or are coping with living and maintaining their lives as their loved ones are away serving. There are so many sacrifices that have been made for our freedom.
I was thinking this weekend about the innocent people that have died for our freedom. Parents have lost their sons, daughters- Husbands have lost their wives, wives that have lost their husbands, children that have lost their parents and on and on. So much SELFLESSNESS of individuals laid out for a world of selfishness! They did not think twice about putting themselves in danger for a total stranger or even dying for a stranger. They made the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom.
My mind takes me to Jesus. How could he love with that kind of love and sacrifice his life for us to reap the benefits? He only asked that we live a life to be pleasing to him and to be with him in heaven one day. Not such a hard task for some one that died for our sins. How unselfish! I think of Mary and how her heart felt losing her only son! The pain of seeing the anger and hatred toward Jesus for no reason! Then to see him on the cross, suffering. How can we ever repay this gift?
I want to live my life in such a way that pleases him and always let my light shine. I want to walk in his footsteps, love, show compassion so that everyone can literally be able to see Christ through me.
Please join me in prayer and fasting for the following:
MISSIONS
Rev Mikes and Julie McGhghy, Aimers to Costa Rica
RESTORATION
Prodigals
HEALING
Chaplain Carman Hamby
When I think about what the Bible says about going to hell, I don’t want anyone to spend eternity where there is wailing and gnashing of teeth.
Matthew 13:47-50 Again, the Kingdom of Heaven is like unto a net, that was cast into the sea, and gathered of every kind, which, when it was full, they drew to shore, and sat down, and gathered the good into vessels, but cast the bad Away. so shall it be at the end of the world, the Angels shall come forth, and sever the wicked from among the just, and shall cast them into the furnace of fire, there shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth.
I want people to hear the truth and be with me in heaven where there will be no more death or sorrow
Revelations 21:4 and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain, for the former things are passed away.
John 14:2 in my father’s house are many mansions, if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.
We haven’t been given this truth just to barely make it from day to day but we have been given the Holy Ghost to live an overcoming life so we can be witnesses to others of God’s love, joy, peace, mercy, goodness, holiness, and His power to live an overcoming life.
Acts 1:8 but ye shall receive power, after that the Holy Ghost is come upon you, and ye shall be Witnesses unto me both in Jerusalem, and in Judea, and in Samaria, and unto the uttermost part of the Earth.
The Lord has given us the opportunity to minister to a lost and dying world while we do something we love. I pray the Lord leads and guides us by His Spirit to minister to the lost so they will have the opportunity to be in heaven with us.
Matthew 9:35-38 and Jesus went about all the cities and Villages, teaching in their synagogues, and preaching the gospel of the Kingdom, and healing every sickness and every disease among the people. But when he saw the multitudes, he was moved with compassion on them, because they fainted, and were scattered abroad, as sheep having no Shepherd. Then saith he unto his disciples, the Harvest truly is plenteous, but the laborers are few, pray ye therefore the lord of the Harvest, that he will send forth laborers into his Harvest.
A couple years ago at an Azusa StreetRiders meet and greet at the restaurant we were fellowshipping on a Friday night, a young man was talking about wanting the Holy Ghost. The few of us that were at the table talking with him felt the quickening of the Holy Ghost and told him if he wanted to receive the Holy Ghost to stand up and start worshipping and he could receive it right then. God filled that young man with the Holy Ghost right there in the restaurant. It is my desire for God to be able to speak to me when I am out in the public and direct me to pray for anyone I come in contact with as he leads and guides me.
My prayer is Lord give us a burden for the lost and a vision of Heaven and Hell. Let the vision take us to our knees in prayer, show us how to love like you love and reach out to every soul that crosses our path. Remind us that you have given each of us a personal testimony to minister to others that will lead them to you in Jesus name Amen.
Chaplain Laureen Theodore
Azusa StreetRiders International Treasurer
It’s a privilege to welcome our newest members and a brand new chapter
Pastor Michael & Sis Elizabeth Weedman
Sparta, TN
The Pentecostals of Sparta, Sparta, TN
Pastor Michael Weedman
Pastor Micah & Sis Dawn Turner
Davenport, FL
For the Least of These… Living Waters Ministries
Haines City FL
Pastor Micah Turner
Bro Allen “Lea” & Sis Carolyn Culver
Fairborn, OH
Lifeway Pentecostals of Xenia, Xebia, OH
Pastor Ken Dillingham
Bro Nathan & Sis April Stanley
Rayville, LA
Pentecost Tabernacle, Delhi, LA
Pastor Shane Lester
The NEW Paoli, IN Azusa StreetRiders Chapter:
Pastor Barry & Sis Jenifer Laird
Paoli, IN
Paoli UPC Church, Paoli, IN
Pastor Barry Laird
Bro Cecil & Sis Michelle Wininger
Hardinsburg, IN
Paoli UPC Church, Paoli, IN
Pastor Barry Laird
Bro Kenneth & Sis Jordan Wilder
Mitchell, IN
Paoli UPC Church, Paoli, IN
Pastor Barry Laird
Bro Darren & Sis Barbara Echterling
English, IN
Paoli UPC Church, Paoli, IN
Pastor Barry Laird
Carl Echterling
English, IN
Paoli UPC Church, Paoli, IN
Pastor Barry Laird
Bro Thomas & Sis Kelly Jones
Paoli, IN
Paoli UPC Church, Paoli, IN
Pastor Barry Laird