Cottonwood Seventh-day Adventist Church
  51 W Mingus Avenue, P.O. Box 1459, Cottonwood, AZ  86326

    Church Office Open Tuesday, Thursday, Friday 1:00 - 4:30 pm
                                Pastor Vincent Woolsey
                                     Email the Pastor

                              Church Office:  928-634-2821                     


  We welcome Vincent Woolsey and his family to the Cottonwood SDA Church as the Pastor of our church.   Be sure to visit the Pastor's Desk. We pray for God's blessings for our church and our new pastor as he ministers to our church. 

   It is our joy to share our love of Jesus with you!  He is our life and reason for being.  We hope you are brought closer to Him through this website.  Look around, connect with some of the experiences, learn from the Bible studies, or find a link which brightens your day.    


   Cottonwood SDA Church will be open by zoom and facebook for
Sabbath Services on November 28.  Come back for more information about when we will be open for public services.  Click on the Green Arrow for zoom and live streamed services.

                               This Week Nov 28 to Dec 5
                                  (Watch on Livestream)

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Happy Thanksgiving Thursday Nov. 26.  May God bless each of our
church family on the anniversary of our founders safe arrival to America.

Friday night Nov 27 - 7 pm   Prayer and Praise is cancelled by the Heaven Bound Blue Grass Band.  You may watch some of our recorded videos of the band here.  Plan to come join us at a later date.








Saturday Nov 28 - 9:30 am Sabbath School  lesson with Brian Setterlund
title "The Church and Education".  You can study the lesson online here.

Saturday Nov 28 - 11:00 am Morning
Worship with Pastor Woolsey  "Power,
Love, and a Sound Mind"

Click for these services  on livestream. 
The church is not open to the public.
Join us electronically.

Sunday Nov 29 - 7 pm
    Is Jesus in your journey? Meet with us on Zoom on Sunday evenings as we begin a new “Journey” together with Christ. Please see the Zoom meeting information below.

Click for Zoom Link

Meeting ID: 852 3235 8651
Passcode: 737172


Wednesday Dec 2 - 7 pm Walking Through Ephesians with Pastor Woolsey.  Check back for info on
what's happening.

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Meeting ID: 834 4451 0822  
Passcode: 867009
Link valid until Feb. 21, 2021

Friday Dec 4 - 7 pm Prayer and Praise with Heaven Bound Bluegrass Band.   Check back for more info.   You may watch recorded videos of the band herePlan to come join us at a later date.

 Anticipate is now on
The Pastor's Desk.    

    Offerings may be sent via Online Giving or checks may be mailed to Cottonwood Seventh-day Adventist Church, P.O. Box 1459, Cottonwood, Arizona  86326

   Today's Bulletin Nov 28, 2020

    Family Notes - Nov/Dec from 'dena Colon, Family Life

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    Thanksgiving Roses



    Sandra felt as low as the heels of her Birkenstocks

    as she pushed against a November gust and the florist

    shop door. Her life had been easy, like a spring

    breeze. Then, in the fourth month of her second

    pregnancy, a minor automobile accident stole her

    ease. During this Thanksgiving week, she would

    have delivered a son. She grieved over her loss. As

    if that weren't enough, her husband's company

    threatened a transfer. Then her sister, whose holiday

    visit she coveted, called saying she could not come.

    What's worse, Sandra's friend infuriated her by

    suggesting her grief was a God-given path to maturity

    that would allow her to empathize with others

    who suffer. "Had she lost a child? No - she has

    no idea what I'm feeling," Sandra shuddered.

    Thanksgiving? "Thankful for what?" she wondered.

    For a careless driver whose truck was hardly

    scratched when he rear-ended her? For an airbag

    that saved her life but took that of her child?


    "Good afternoon, can I help you?" The flower

    shop clerk's approach startled her. "Sorry," said

    Jenny, "I just didn't want you to think I was ignoring

    you." "I . . . . I need an arrangement." "For

    Thanksgiving?" Sandra nodded. "Do you want

    beautiful but ordinary, or would you like to challenge

    the day with a customer favorite I call the

    'Thanksgiving Special'?" Jenny saw Sandra's

    curiosity and continued. "I'm convinced that

    flowers tell stories, that each arrangement insinuates

    a particular feeling. Are you looking for

    something that conveys gratitude this Thanksgiving?"

    "Not exactly!" Sandra blurted. "Sorry, but in the

    last five months, everything that could go wrong



    Sandra regretted her outburst but was surprised

    when Jenny said, "I have the perfect arrangement

    for you." The door's small bell suddenly rang.

    "Barbara, hi!" Jenny said. She politely excused

    herself from Sandra and walked toward a small

    workroom. She quickly reappeared carrying a

    massive arrangement of green bows, and long-

    stemmed thorny roses. Only, the ends of the rose

    stems were neatly snipped, no flowers. "Want

    this in a box?" Jenny asked. Sandra watched

    for Barbara's response. Was this a joke? Who

    would want rose stems and no flowers! She

    waited for laughter, for someone to notice the

    absence of flowers atop the thorny stems, but

    neither woman did. "Yes, please. It's exquisite."

    said Barbara. "You'd think after three years

    of getting the special, I'd not be so moved by

    its significance, but it's happening again. My

    family will love this one. Thanks."


    Sandra stared. "Why so normal a conversation

    about so strange an arrangement?" she wondered.

    "Ah," said Sandra, pointing. "That lady just left

    with, ah . . . " "Yes?" "Well, she had no flowers!"

    "Yep. That's the Special. I call it the "Thanksgiving

    Thorns Bouquet." "But, why do people pay for

    that?" In spite of herself, she chuckled. "Do you

    really want to know?" "I couldn't leave this shop

    without knowing. I'd think about nothing else!"

    "That might be good," said Jenny.


    "Well," she continued, "Barbara came into the shop

    three years ago feeling very much like you feel

    today. She thought she had very little to be thankful

    for. She had lost her father to cancer, the family

    business was failing, her son was into drugs, and

    she faced major surgery." "Ouch!" said Sandra.

    "That same year, I lost my husband. I assumed

    complete responsibility for the shop and for the

    first time, spent the holidays alone. I had no children,

    no husband, no family nearby, and too great a

    debt to allow any travel." "What did you do?"

    "I learned to be thankful for thorns." Sandra's

    eyebrows lifted. "Thorns?"


    "I'm a Christian, Sandra. I've always thanked God

    for good things in life and I never thought to ask

    Him why good things happened to me. But, when

    bad stuff hit, did I ever ask! It took time to learn

    that dark times are important. I always enjoyed

    the flowers of life but it took thorns to show me

    the beauty of God's comfort. You know, the Bible

    says that God comforts us when we're afflicted

    and from His consolation we learn to comfort

    others." Sandra gasped. "A friend read that passage

    to me and I was furious! I guess the truth is, I don't

    want comfort. I've lost a baby and I'm angry with

    God." She started to ask Jenny to "go on" when

    the door's bell diverted their attention.


    "Hey, Phil!" shouted Jenny as a balding, rotund

    man entered the shop. She softly touched Sandra's

    arm and moved to welcome him. He tucked her

    under his side for a warm hug. "I'm here for

    twelve thorny long-stemmed stems!" Phil laughed,

    heartily. "I figured as much," said Jenny. "I've

    got them ready." She lifted a tissue-wrapped

    arrangement from the refrigerated cabinet.

    "Beautiful," said Phil. "My wife will love them."

    Sandra could not resist asking, "These are for

    your wife?" Phil saw that Sandra's curiosity

    matched his when he first heard of a Thorn

    Bouquet. "Do you mind me asking, Why thorns?"

    "In fact, I'm glad you asked," He said. "Four years

    ago my wife and I nearly divorced. After forty

    years, we were in a real mess, but we slogged

    through, problem by rotten problem. We rescued

    our marriage - our love, really. Last year, at

    Thanksgiving, I stopped in here for flowers. I

    must have mentioned surviving a tough process

    because Jenny told me that for a long time she

    kept a vase of rose stems --- stems! --- As a reminder

    of what she learned from 'thorny' times. That was

    good enough for me. I took home stems. My

    wife and I decided to label each one for a specific

    thorny situation and give thanks for what the

    problem taught us. I'm pretty sure this stem review

    is becoming a tradition." Phil paid Jenny, thanked

    her again and as he left, said to Sandra, "I highly

    recommend the Special!"


    "I don't know if I can be thankful for the thorns in

    my life, " Sandra said to Jenny. "Well, my experience

    says that thorns make roses more precious. We

    treasure God's providential care more during trouble

    than at any other time. Remember, Sandra, Jesus

    wore a crown of thorns so that we might know His

    love. Do not resent thorns." Tears rolled down

    Sandra's cheeks. For the first time since the accident,

    she loosened her grip on resentment. "I'll take

    twelve long-stemmed thorns, please." "I hoped you

    would, " Jenny said. "I'll have them ready in a

    minute. Then, every time you see them, remember

    to appreciate both the good and hard times. We grow

    through both." "Thank you. What do I owe you?"

    "Nothing. Nothing but a pledge to work toward

    healing your heart. The first year's arrangement is

    always on me."


    Jenny handed a card to Sandra. "I'll attach a card like

    this to your arrangement but maybe you'd like to

    read it first. Go ahead, read it." My God, I have

    never thanked Thee for my thorn! I have thanked

    Thee a thousand times for my roses, but never

    once for my thorn. Teach me the glory of the cross

    I bear, teach me the value of my thorns. Show me

    that I have climbed to Thee by the path of pain. Show

    me that my tears have made my rainbow."


    May God Bless YOU and YOURS on this

    Thanksgiving Day!

    Much love.



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