We the Christian family of Blakely First United Methodist Church are called of God and empowered by the Holy Spirit to provide an environment of acceptance and unconditional love through worship, fellowship, teaching and service that equip us to make disciples by sharing our faith and ministering to the needs of others.

news and events

  • this week at blakely fuMC

    February 17 - United Methodist Men meet in Fellowship Hall, 8:30 am


    February 17 - United Methodist Women Mission Study, 9 am in Friendship Hall


    February 19 - Church Office closed for Presidents Day Holiday


    February 20 - Nursing Home visitation, 10:15 am


    February 21 - Young at Hearts meet at 11 am in Fellowship Hall


    February 22 - Women's Bible Study, 1st Corinthians, Living Love, 6 pm in Frinedship Hall


    February 25 - Children's and Youth Sunday


    Every week - Kingdom Kids/Xtreme, Wed. at 5 pm

                          All Youth, Sun. at 6pm, Jr. High, Wed. at 5:30 pm, Sr. High, Wed. at 7 pm

                          Family Night Supper, Wed. at 6:30 pm

                          Chancel Choir practice, Wed. at 7 pm

  • upcoming events

    February 26 - Grief Support Group meets, 7 pm in Mary Martha SS Classroom

  • special events

    February 25 - Children's and Youth Sunday


    March 11 - United Methodist Women's Day during both the Lift and Traditional Services







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pastor's corner

     Rev. Donald "Scott" Brenton

Parable of the Lighthouse


On a dangerous seacoast notorious for shipwrecks, there was a crude little lifesaving station.  Actually, it was merely a hut with only one boat, but the few members kept a constant watch over the turbulent sea.  With little thought for themselves, they would go out day & night tirelessly searching for those in danger as well as the lost.  Many lives were saved by this brave band who faithfully worked as a team in and out of the lifesaving station.  By and by, it became a famous place.


Some of those who had been saved, as well as others along the seacoast, wanted to become associated with this little station.  They were willing to give their time, energy and money in support of its objectives.  New boats were purchased.  New crews were trained.  The station, once obscure and crude and virtually insignificant, began to grow.  Some of its members were unhappy the hut was so unattractive and poorly equipped.  They felt a more comfortable place should be provided.  Emergency cots were replaced with lovely furniture.  Rough, handmade equipment was discarded and sophisticated, classy systems were installed.  The hut, of course, had to be torn down to make room for all the additional equipment, furniture, and systems.  By the time of its completion, the lifesaving station had become a popular gathering place, and its objectives had begun to shift.  It was now used a a sort of clubhouse, an attractive building for public gathering.  Saving lives, feeding the hungry, strengthening the fearful, and calming the disturbed rarely occurred.


Fewer members were interested in braving the sea on lifesaving missions, so they hired professional lifeboat crews to do this work.  The original goal of the station wasn't altogether forgotten, however.  Lifesaving motifs still prevailed in the club's decorations.  There was a liturgical lifeboat preserved in the Room of Sweet Memories with soft, indirect lighting, which helped hide the layer of dust upon the once-used vessel.  About this time a large ship was wrecked off the coast and the boat crews brought in loads of cold, wet, half-drowned people.  They were dirty, some terribly sick and lonely.  Others were "different" from the majority of the club members.  The beautiful new club suddenly became messy and cluttered.


A special committee saw to it that a shower house was immediately built outside, away from the club so victims of the shipwreck could be cleaned up before coming inside.  At the next meeting there were strong words and angry feelings, which resulted in a division among the members.


Most of the people wanted to stop the club's lifesaving activities and all involvements with shipwreck victims.  As you'd expect, some still insisted on saving lives, that this was their primary objective - that their only reason for existence was ministering to anyone needing help regardless of their club's beauty or size or decorations.  They were voted down and told if they wanted to save the lives of various kinds of people who were shipwrecked in those waters, they could begin their own lifesaving station down the coast!  They did.


As the years passed, the new station experienced the same old changes.  It evolved into another club - and yet another lifesaving station was begun.  History repeated itself.  And if you visit that coast today you'll find a large number of exclusive, impressive clubs along the shoreline owned and operated by slick professionals who have lost all involvement with the saving of lives.


From "A Parable of Saving Lives" by Chuck Swindoll


God Bless, 

Bro. Scott


See you Sunday!