A Reunion in Goshen
Preached - Sunday, July 20,2003 - Thompson Family Reunion Worship Service
Rosemary Missionary Baptist Church - Reverend Clarence Sanders
Scripture: "And he sent Judah before him unto Joseph, to direct his face unto Goshen; and they came into the land of Goshen. And Joseph made ready his chariot, and went up to meet Israel his father, to Goshen, and presented himself unto him; and he fell on his neck, and wept on his neck a good while.
This morning, I want to talk about "A Reunion in Goshen". The New International Version says of this text: Now Jacob sent Judah ahead of him to Joseph to get directions to Goshen. When they arrived in the region of Goshen. Joseph had his chariot made ready and went to meet his father Israel. As soon as Joseph appeared before him, he threw his arm around before him, he threw his arm around his father and wept for a long time." "A Reunion in Goshen."
My brothers and sisters, saints and sinners, bond and free children of the Most High God, all of you that love the Lord, and to all of you in your respectable places. We do greet you in the name of the unparalleled, incomparable, and matchless name of Jesus, and do share with you his word of inspiration, wisdom, and hope. For his word is rich and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting, and training in righteousness, so that we might be equipped for every good work.
A Reunion in Goshen
Family is considered by many as the closest bond on earth. I can remember going to Grand-momma’s house. I remember playing hide-n-go seek, freeze tag, kickball, dodge ball, I even remember playing church. I remember going into the house and asking for a Popsicle on a hot summer day. I remember whippings and lectures after getting into trouble. I remember going to Sunday school and morning service. I remember carrot cakes and potato pies. I remember harvesting corn and okra from Granddaddy’s garden. I remember the warmth of the smiles and the joy of laughter. But I also can remember the heartache and pain we felt at separating time. I remember the sad faces and tears that engulfed us when time to go our own separate ways comes.
Some of my relatives left home. Some went of to college, others to the military. We even lost some to the grave.
I missed running and playing with my cousins. I missed the joy they brought into my life, because it is now gone. But there is hope. For once a year there is a three-day family get-together, that we call the "Thompson Family Reunion." Aunt-tees, uncles, cousins, parents, and grandparents come together for fellowship, fun, and food, cookouts, church, and celebration.
I can see Cousin Charles talking about the good old days. I can see Cousin Otis sitting at a card table. I can see Daddy standing over a grill. Aunt-tee Texas and Aunt-tee Marsha is somewhere playing dominos. Scooter and A.B. are playing football and basketball. Joyce is somewhere stirring up some laughter. The music is blasting. The sun is shining. Even a Bud-wiser is sliding down somebody’s throat. We are having a mighty fine time.