Member
FF Chris Wallis
Chapter President Chaplain FF Robert Osbourn
Devotion, held every Sunday at Sylacauga Fire Dept.
9:00 am until
Member
FF Tony White
Member
FF Brian Black
Vice-president
FF Don Blair
FF Jarrod Cunningham
Member
LT Adam Gardner
FF Ginger Youngblood
Member
FF Reid Tapley
Member
LT Chuck
Baker
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Statement of Faith
We believe:
The Bible is the supreme and final authority for our life and faith (II Tim. 3:16,17; II Peter 1:20,21). There is one God eternally existing in three persons; the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit (I Cor. 8:6, Acts 1:2).
Our Lord Jesus Christ is the Son of God. He died on the cross, the shedding of His blood was propitiation for our sins. He was raised from the dead and ascended to heaven, where He is our advocate at the Father's right hand (Heb. 10:12; Luke 1:27,35; I Cor. 15:3,4; John 14:2, I John 2:1; I Peter 1:19)
That all persons are born of a sinful nature, thus separated from God. We know that everyone who by faith believes in the Lord and accepts Him as his personal Saviour is born again of the Holy Spirit (Rom. 5:12, Rom. 3:23, Ephesians 2:8,8).
In the personal and positive return of Jesus for His church (John 14:3, I Cor. 15:51-51; I Thess. 4:16-18).
In the spiritual unity of believers in our Lord Jesus Christ (Col. 3:14; I Cor. 12:12; Eph. 4:3; Rom. 12:1,5,16; John 1:12; I John 1:7).
"And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds. Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another - and all the more as you see the day drawing near."
Hebrews 10:24-25.
The Firemans' Creed
I have no ambition in this world but one and that is to be a fireman. The position may, in the eyes of some appear to be a lowly one, but we who know the work which a fireman has to do, believe that his is a noble calling. There is a adage which says that nothing is destroyed except by fire. We strive to preserve from destruction the wealth of the world which is the product of the energy of men necessary for the comfort of both the rich and the poor. We are the defenders from fire of the art which has beautified the world, the products of the genius of men and means of refinement of mankind. But, above all, our proudest endeavour is to save lives of men, the work of GOD himself. Under the impulse of such thoughts the nobility of the occupation thrills us and stimulates us to deeds of daring even to the supreme sacrifice. Such considerations may not strike the average mind but they are sufficient to fill to the limit, our ambition in life and to make us serve the general purpose of human society.
Member
FF Richard Davis
Bill McFarland
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South Talladega County Christian Firefighter
Wearing our uniforms, we sit
around, laughing,
eating, joking...waiting
for that one sound, that tone.
That rings station one and station two
that transforms us.
We abandon our chairs for our turnouts.
of kevlar and for our leather boots,
our armor heavy and hot.
Instead of trading jokes we relay
directions, and orders, and shout
reports of the status of the enemy--
"FLAMES ARE VISIBLE, SMOKE SHOWING"
Fear and excitement grip our hearts
from the freshest rookie to the oldest veteran
as we jump into our steel crimson horses
clean from washing,
washing, checking over and over--
we pray that we have made no mistakes.
The driver navigates
the route through the city streets
dodging when possible those
that get in the way, hoping those
he can't avoid will see him first,
We arrive at the scene, and again
the battle cry is heard--
"FLAMES ARE VISIBLE, SMOKE SHOWING"
Smoke fills the air
as we approach, hoses snaking,
crisscrossing, coming to life
as they surge with water
from yellow and red hydrants
We kick open the doors, rubber
from our boots leaving a print
melted by the heat, and trickling
over bubbling paint.
Orange liquid flames roll
through the building,
up and over the walls, breathing
in and out with each puff of air.
With swords of water we charge
and the war begins.
We battle--six or eight against one--
seemingly great odds.
But us eight soldiers, we will win,
emerging from the battlefield victorious
as we always do, and eventually,
we'll retire to our armchairs,
thanking God that this time nobody
was hit by the enemy fire...
Chaplain Robert Osbourn
Wish You Could
I wish you could see the sadness of a business man as his livelihood goes up in flames or that family returning home, only to find their house and belongings damaged or destroyed.
I wish you could know what it is to search a burning bedroom for trapped children, flames rolling above your head, your palms and knees burning as you crawl, the floor sagging under your weight as the kitchen beneath you burns.
I wish you could comprehend a wife's horror at 3 A.M. as I check her husband of forty years for a pulse and find none. I start CPR anyway, hoping against hope to bring him back, knowing intuitively it is too late. But wanting his wife and family to know everything possible was done.
I wish you could know the unique smell of burning insulation, the taste of soot-filled mucus, the feeling of intense heat through your turnout gear, the sound of flames crackling, and the eeriness of being able to see absolutely nothing in dense smoke--"sensations that I have become too familiar with."
I wish you could understand how it feels to go to school in the morning after having spent most of the night, hot and soaking wet at a multiple alarm fire.
I wish you could read my mind as I respond to a building fire, `Is this a false alarm or a working, breathing fire? How is the building constructed? What hazards await me? Is anyone trapped?' or to an EMS call, `What is wrong with the patient? Is it minor or life-threatening? Is the caller really in distress or is he waiting for us with a 2x4 or a gun?'
I wish you could be in the emergency room as the doctor pronounces dead the beautiful little five-year old girl that I have been trying to save during the past twenty-five minutes, who will never go on her first date or say the words, "I love you Mommy!", again.
I wish you could know the frustration I feel in the cab of the engine, the driver with his foot pressing down hard on the pedal, my arm tugging again and again at the air horn chain, as you fail to yield right-of-way at an intersection or in traffic. When you need us, however, your first comment upon our arrival will be, "It took you forever to get here!"
I wish you could read my thoughts as I help extricate a girl of teenage years from the mangled remains of her automobile, `What if this were my sister, my girlfriend, or a friend? What were her parents' reactions going to be as they open the door to find a police officer, HAT IN HAND?'
I wish you could know how it feels to walk in the back door and greet my parents and family, not having the heart to tell them that you nearly did not come home from this last call.
I wish you could feel my hurt as people verbally, and sometimes physically, abuse us or belittle what I do, or as they express their attitudes of, "It will never happen to me."
I wish you could realize the physical, emotional, and mental drain of missed meals, lost sleep and forgone social activities, in addition to all the tragedy my eyes have viewed.
I wish you could know the brotherhood and self-satisfaction of helping save a life or preserving someone's property, of being there in times of crisis, or creating order from total CHAOS.
I wish you could understand what it feels like to have a little boy tugging on your arm and asking, "Is my mommy o.k.?" Not even being able to look in his eyes without tears falling from your own and not knowing what to say. Or to have hold back a long-time friend who watches his buddy having rescue breathing done on him as they take him away in the ambulance. You knowing all along he did not have his seat belt on--sensations that I have become too familiar.
Unless you have lived this kind of life, you will never truly understand or appreciate who I am, what we are, or what our job really means to us.
I WISH YOU COULD!
Please take time to look at our donation page. This is a non-profit organzation and we need your help.
Daniel Bullard
FF David Vick
A Final Salute to FF Jim Looney as he makes his final pass by the Childersburg Fire Station.
You will always be remembered
Jim.
Inviting Jesus into the fire service
Ready, willing and praying
Congratulations Bo and Sheila Brown,
SELL: We are selling Boston Butts $25, Racks of Ribs $15, and whole chickens $10. Ticket on sell at station 1 (tickets also available at Kings Pawn and Jewelry on Broadway Ave downtown Sylacauga, Need to buy your ticket now. Pick up date August 8 at Station 1 Fire Dept. 256-404-8301 for ?'s.
We need your support. Placing victims of tragedy in a safe place. God Bless You All.
THANK YOU KING's PAWN AND JEWELRY FOR YOUR HELP. GOD BLESS YOU ALL.
