Author: Jeff Cook

Senior Pastor
jeff.cook@lbc.org
Office: 337-824-3271

Dr. Jeff Cook came to become pastor of fbcJennings in April of 2014. Jeff, who serves as the Mission Director for Louisiana State Baptists, has his heart and mind set on missions. Jeff leads and guides the church by empowering loving and friendly fellowship, challenging the church to leave the walls and spread the Word, and encouraging missions and outreach.

Mentor

Dear church family,

 

Do you remember your first grade teacher? I sure do. Her name was Mrs. Randolph and she had been teaching for many years before I moved into her class. She was gentle but firm, and she was determined to teach us the foundational building blocks of a learning education right there in first grade. We learned how to write our letters in a big chief tablet. Mrs. Randolph gave me extra attention with my writing skills because I was left-handed. I had a tendency to curl my hand around the letters, and Mrs. Randolph kept turning my hand around so that I would hold the pencil in the proper position. It was difficult to do, but to this day I think of Mrs. Randolph as I write with a pencil on a paper, holding my hand in the proper position.

 

I know you agree with me when I say, I am so thankful for good teachers that set me up to be successful in life. As our children and teachers start school this year, we pray that those mentoring relationships will bear much fruit that will last for a lifetime.

 

As we think of mentoring relationships that cause us to grow and develop in a way that pleases God, we know that the church also has a role to play in helping to educate young people and adults to reach their full potential. I am so thankful that God calls all of us in the church to contribute to the life of other people, so that everyone can reach their full potential.

 

Also, I want to encourage everyone to attend church tonight at 5:00 PM. We will be hearing from Carlos Schmidt who is our language church planter with     Louisiana Baptist convention. Carlos has developed A relationship with Brownsville Baptist Church. This church is ministering to asylum-seekers who are making their way north from Mexico and Central America. We will learn of ways we can help those who are in a sincere crisis, with the gospel ministry of Jesus Christ. We have invited area churches to come and attend, and we will have a fellowship for everyone after the service.

 

Blessings,

Dr j

 

May 26

Dear Church Family,

I stopped in a random Walmart for a haircut this week.  My hair was out of control, and I desperately needed someone to trim my locks.  Well, when I signed in to get the haircut, the only barber was a lady with bright, emphasis bright, blue hair.  Hmm, I thought, I have never had my hair cut by someone with blue hair.  I was not particularly biased toward the girl, just curious about how this would go.  I thought, if she can cut hair, what difference does it make what color her hair is.  I plopped into the chair.

 

“What have you been doing today?” Deanne spoke confidently.  “I have been in a meeting to help churches start programs to help people with addiction”, I replied.  Well, that opened the floodgates of conversation.

 

She began to share how her church ministered to people with drug addiction.  She had personally dealt with drug addiction in her family.  Jesus had healed her family.  Deanne poured out her heart about Jesus, and how he can change the lives of so many people….she went on and on.  It was sweet!

I began to affirm her for her testimony and for her convictions to share Jesus with everybody who sat in her chair.  “It’s like you have a one chair church!”  “All day long, people come to your “church” for a haircut, and for Jesus!

 

After I left blue-haired Deanne, I got to wondering, how many other one chair churches could we start?  How many captive audiences do we engage everyday, who need to be in “church” and hear about Jesus ?  I wonder, do you need to start a “church” where you work?

 

Also, thanks for praying for Jo’s family as her father is remembered this weekend in Austin.  Thanks Eric for preaching today.  Thanks to all our service people who have served.  Blessings to you.

 

Also, also, remember to fill out a yellow card with a sermon request.  I will be planning sermons for the next couple of months.  I want to include your request!

 

Blessings,

Dr. j

 

April 18

Dear Church Family;

 

“Gone with the Wind”, “The Sound of Music”, “Mary Poppins (original)”, “Lion King”, “Beauty and the Beast”….You get the point.  These movies never get old.  They are timeless tales that always evoke emotion, entertainment, and a smile.

 

To an even greater degree, the story of Jesus, especially at the last moments leading up to the cross, and ultimately concluding with the resurrection, never gets old either.  We are moved with compassion as Jesus shares the Lord’s Supper with His disciples.  We are grieved and touched as Jesus washes the disciples feet, (Including Judas), as He knows he is about the be betrayed.  We are gripped with emotion as Jesus asks for “this cup to pass from me” in the garden, and are terrified as Jesus is arrested and taken off to ultimately be crucified.

 

We weep with Mary as she (unlike many disciples), stands by Jesus on the cross.  We wonder, “what is she feeling” as her son is hurting so bad.

We go into the tomb (in our imagination) as Jesus wakes up on Easter Sunday morning, knowing that before he rolls the stone, He must be contemplating what has just happened, and what is about to happen.  And we imagine that the victorious exit from the grave, includes a moment when He might think about you, and smile a wry smile of victory.

 

We are touched in the heart when Mary realizes it is Jesus, and begins to cling to Him, never wanting to let go.  Only to know that He must go.  Jesus must go once again to the Father.

 

Every time we read the classic story of Jesus, we are again gripped, moved, and touched in a way much deeper than any movie can do.  So, as you settle in to celebrate this timeless story today, be ready to be moved, by Jesus.

 

Blessings, Dr. j

I’m Alright

Dear Church Family,

 

His name is Rodney, and he is my friend.

Several years ago, Jo and I took a little 48 hour trip to New Orleans.  We love the food and the music, and we always find ourselves hanging out on the benches along the river.  This particular trip was no exception, and after a long afternoon of drifting around the Quarter, eating a beignet, looking at art, we needed a rest on a bench.

As we were gazing at the lazy, powerful Mississippi River, I sensed a presence near me.  A disheveled, homeless man, slumped into the bench next to me.  “How’s it going?”, I sheepishly asked?  “It’s alright”.  He answered.  (He didn’t look alright, by the way).  “What is your name?”  “Rodney”  “What is your story?”  I asked directly.

He said he needed to stay awake till Monday so that he could get into Charity Hospital and get his leg amputated. He was so determined to get that leg amputated.  “What is wrong with your leg?”  I was hooked.  He lifted his pants leg and I saw the most swollen, painful leg EVER!  “How did that happen?”, I asked with a growing concern.  Rodney began to tell me the story of coming to New Orleans with his mom when he was 18.  He was from Minnesota and had never been to the Big Easy.  He was hooked.  His mom told him to never come back, but years later, after his mom passed away, he decided (against her dying wishes) to return to New Orleans.  Well, one thing led to another (after all, it is New Orleans) and Rodney was on the street.  His leg got hurt when he stepped in front of a car and got run over.  And now, the only cure was amputation.  He had an appointment on Monday, but he had to make sure he did not sleep on a bench and miss the appointment.

“I will give you money for a shelter, Rodney”  I generously offered.  “Nope”  “used up all my days at the shelter.”, Rodney abruptly replied.    “And if I fall asleep in New Orleans, they will arrest me and put me in jail.  I can’t miss my appointment.”  He kept repeating the phrase, “I’ll be alright!”  “I’ll be alright!”

We gave him some money for food, and I gave him my business card.  As we walked away, I noticed him shopping for a

po-boy at one of the shops nearby.  I prayed that he would be “alright”.

Months later, I was in the middle of a busy day at the church where I served as the pastor.  A call came in from a person who would not leave a message.  I could not take the call and the person just kept calling.  After about the 4th call, my youth pastor answered the call and said, “I think you better take this.” I hurriedly answered the phone and it was Rodney.  I was floored.

“What can I do for you Rodney?”, I asked, somewhat embarrassed in my spirit.  “I don’t need anything”, Rodney smile back through the phone.  “I just wanted you to know that ….I am alright”.  He began to tell me that he made his appointment on Monday, and his leg was amputated.  He had been in the hospital in recovery from the complications of surgery.  “You need anything Rodney?”  I asked urgently.  “No”, Rodney cheerfully replied.  “I just wanted you that I was alright.  I am going back to Minnesota, and I am never coming back to New Orleans.  I just wanted you to know I am alright”  And with that, he was gone.

I think of my friend often, and I think of how thankful I am that God gives us friends that will forever change our lives.

 

I am alright too,

Dr. j

 

March 18

Dear Church Family;

It was a recent foggy, rainy morning in Jennings.  I had cooked Jordan breakfast and sent him off to school.  Now it was my turn. Fried egg and cheese sandwich on a bagel bun.  Yum!  It was a good one.  I had taken one bite.  The cheese was melted to perfection. The yellow was hard, but not too hard.  The edges of the egg were crispy, just right. I wanted to finish eating right there, but it was time for me to leave to go to an early appointment.  No worries, I will just take this beautiful eggcheesebagel sandwich with me and eat it in the truck.

 

As I was putting my briefcase in the back seat, tragedy struck.  The plastic plate holding my eggcheesebagel…..cracked!!!  AArrgghh!!  Down, down down, went my eggcheesebagel.  Splat.  In the mud.  Aarrgghh!!!  I seriously considered the five second rule, but the mud, the glorious mud, kept that from being my option.  In about 100 miles of thought, all sorts of frustrating, complaining ideas flashed and started, (I said started) to rush through my head.  I mean, I deserved that eggcheesebagel, and since it was taken away from me, and, and no one was watching, I figured that a pitty party/complaint session was in order.

 

But then I heard a voice in my spirit.  It was God.  And He said, “Don’t you dare throw a fit!” Ooooo!  He began to flash before my mind thoughts of hungry people all over the world that had no eggcheesebagel this morning.  He flashed across my mind people who would gladly pick up that food from the mud.  He flashed across my mind all the goodness that He has provided for me, just because.  “Don’t you dare throw a fit this morning!”  You know, when God speaks, He makes a very compelling argument for doing what He says.  So, I picked up my mess, and went on with my day.  I was so glad God kept me from sinning, and complaining, over a lost eggcheesebagel.

 

Thank you Lord,

Dr. j

Dear Church Family:

 

When I was a young boy growing up in Houston Texas, my dad worked at the Goodyear Tire Store.  He was the manager.  And because I was his son, I got special privileges around closing time.  We would go pick dad up at the store, and get to run up and down the tire racks.  (nobody could tell us to stop, cause after all, I was the manager’s son)  After many years of working at the tire store, and after getting a little bored with running the racks, my dad was offered a promotion that would cause him to travel all over Texas.  He was offered a significant raise in pay, but it meant long weeks away from his family.  So, my dad quit that job.  He was confident that he could find other work, and for a while he attempted to re-route his career to being a stock broker.  He went to stock broker school, and we waited for dad to “go back to work”.  Finally, he started being a stock broker, and then the stock market bottomed out, and that job became a bust.  By that time, we were counting change in the seat cushions.  Things were tough.

 

One day, my dad was out looking for a job, and at the end of the day, when he arrived home, he didn’t have a job, but he did have an unusual package.  My dad hauled a 100 lb sack of rice into the house.  (100 pounds is a lot of rice).  He told the story, that he was driving down the road, when a rice delivery truck in front of him, hit a pothole, and this sack of rice fell off the truck.  My dad, being a good dad, stopped to get the bag of rice and bring it back to the driver.

 

Well, by the time he hauled that 100 pound sack of rice into his Rambler Car, the truck driver was gone.  Soooo, my dad brought the rice home.  (you remember that story of the manna from heaven?)  Well, we had our manna, and mom proceeded to serve rice at every meal.  We ate rice with everything, and that rice sustained us for a lot of meals, while dad continued to look for work.  God provided for our need!!!

 

When God provides:

  1.  He reminds us that he cares
  2. He sometimes uses circumstances
  3. He intends to always use others to help
  4. We are able to understand the heart of God in a more tangible way

Thanks for serving ,

Dr. j

Pastor Rammon

Dear Church Family:

It was might great honor and privilege to visit pastor Rammon (pronounced like Ramen Noodles) while visiting India recently.  Pastor Rammon and his family are wonderful Christians who are serving the Lord on top of Yercaud Mountain.  Yercaud Mountain is a land mark for people who travel in India.  The Mountain is beautiful and the climate is always temperate.  There are many hotels and spas on top of the mountain, and people come from miles around to drive the 17 hairpin turns to the top of the mountain.  Along the route, monkeys greet you and will steal you camera if you stop and take a picture.  The mountain is filled with coffee farms, and many villages are tucked into the mountains, centered around the coffee business.  It is an idyllic scene.

 

However, Christianity is not very popular on Yercaud Mountain.  Pastor Rammon believes that God has given him a vision to reach 66 villages with the gospel.  These villages have a total population of 1.5 million people.  And the “wee little man” rides his motorcycle to these villages with the hopes of planting churches all over the mountain.  In one village, a family has been reached for Jesus.  Pastor Rammon holds weekly services in the man’s home.  The village leaders told the whole village not to speak this man’s family.  The man told me, “Jesus is enough for me” , (and then he laughed)

 

Please pray for Pastor Rammon and his family.  We will be getting emails from pastor Rammon and these will be published here.

 

Blessings,

Dr. j