Sovereign Grace Fellowship

“a family church rejoicing in the grace of God”

October 4, 2015

8:45-9:00 Early Prayer

9:30-11:00 Believer’s Worship and Preaching Time



Lord’s Supper

Message-Mike Shorey  

Following our Sunday School Classes we enjoy a potluck lunch meal.  You are welcome to join in with us.

11:00-11:15  Fellowship Time

Members of our Leadership Team are available to pray privately with you after the sermon and by the pulpit.

11:15-12:00 Sunday School

~12:15  Fellowship Lunch

This Week’s Events:

Nursery:  Laura Shorey

Please notify the nursery worker, when dropping off your child, if he/she has any food allergies.

Wednesday:  Bible Study 7:00 pm and Youth Group 7:00 pm

Church Cleaning:  volunteers needed

Next Week’s Nursery: Janet Foss


Starting on Sunday, October 11th, Steve and Allyson Shorey will be taking over the youth group age Sunday School class.  Anyone with questions please either see Steve, Allyson or one of the Elders.  Please be praying for this group as they start a new year together.  

The next Soup Kitchen will be Saturday, October 17th at 4:30 pm.  Scott Hoyt will be speaking.  The sign up sheet for food is on the bulletin board in the Fellowship Hall.

Volunteers are needed to clean the church.  The sign-up sheet is on the bulletin board in the Fellowship Hall.

To send prayer requests and other important information to all the others in the church, send requests to sgf@freegroups.net after joining sgfjoin@freegroups.net

Leadership Team


Moe Bergeron 978-494-4984

Mike Foss 603-568-7071

Ed Kelley 603-753-4540

Henry Turgeon 603-753-9177


Chuck Denningham 603-671-3105

Scott Hoyt 603-235-6659

Steve Shorey 603-491-9779

Our Elders and Deacons will be glad to assist you with any personal concerns.

Email them at sovereigngracenh@gmail.com

Mailing Address

P.O. Box 9055

Penacook NH 03303-9055

Physical Location

235 High Street Boscawen

Telephone 603-796-2607


“At evening time it shall be light.”

Zechariah 14:7

Oftentimes we look forward with forebodings to the time of old age, forgetful that at eventide it shall be light. To many saints, old age is the choicest season in their lives. A balmier air fans the mariner’s cheek as he nears the shore of immortality, fewer waves ruffle his sea, quiet reigns, deep, still and solemn. From the altar of age the flashes of the fire of youth are gone, but the more real flame of earnest feeling remains. The pilgrims have reached the land Beulah, that happy country, whose days are as the days of heaven upon earth. Angels visit it, celestial gales blow over it, flowers of paradise grow in it, and the air is filled with seraphic music. Some dwell here for years, and others come to it but a few hours before their departure, but it is an Eden on earth. We may well long for the time when we shall recline in its shady groves and be satisfied with hope until the time of fruition comes. The setting sun seems larger than when aloft in the sky, and a splendour of glory tinges all the clouds which surround his going down. Pain breaks not the calm of the sweet twilight of age, for strength made perfect in weakness bears up with patience under it all. Ripe fruits of choice experience are gathered as the rare repast of life’s evening, and the soul prepares itself for rest.

The Lord’s people shall also enjoy light in the hour of death. Unbelief laments; the shadows fall, the night is coming, existence is ending. Ah no, crieth faith, the night is far spent, the true day is at hand. Light is come, the light of immortality, the light of a Father’s countenance. Gather up thy feet in the bed, see the waiting bands of spirits! Angels waft thee away. Farewell, beloved one, thou art gone, thou wavest thine hand. Ah, now it is light. The pearly gates are open, the golden streets shine in the jasper light. We cover our eyes, but thou beholdest the unseen; adieu, brother, thou hast light at even-tide, such as we have not yet.