Ministry Update
The last month has held some interesting events for the Crow family in our ministry. November found us making a trip to northern IN for two Baptist history conferences at two different churches. We were able to stay in my parents’ farmhouse while there, so we left the trailer in NC and just traveled in the truck. After two great conferences, we headed back down I-75 on our way back home. We had to take a circuitous route as it was because I-40 was closed at the time. Driving through the mountains on glorified cow trails makes a traveler grateful for the Interstate system.
The family was asleep as I drove south on I-75, when I noticed that the defrost was not blowing hot air and the engine temperature was rising higher than I had ever seen it before. Not even pulling the trailer did the engine get as hot as it was at that point, and we were empty. Clearly, there was a problem somewhere. Because of the detour, we had to get off I-75 in Corbin, KY, and continue on through the mountains from that point. We stopped at a service station and I popped the hood to find that the upper radiator hose had blown. Antifreeze covered the inside of the engine compartment and had even started to stain the front passenger quarter panel. Obviously, this hole in the hose was the reason for our lack of defrost and the high temperatures. Furthermore, driving in the mountains meant that the problem would have to be repaired rather than put off til a more convenient time. Had we had the trailer with us, there would have been no difficulty at all: foreseeing the possibility of this hose leaking, I had purchased a new one so as not to be stranded out west miles from help. Unfortunately, the trailer containing the part I needed as well as the tools to fix it were still several hours of driving away from where we were at the time.
I was able to borrow a tool to get part of the old hose off, at which time I discovered that no one in town had a replacement part for me. Neither the auto parts stores nor the dealer carried this hose. Improvisation would have to carry the day. Armed with no more tools than a baby wipe and electrical tape, I was able to repair the hose and drive all the way back to NC without incident. Not one time did the truck overheat! Praise the Lord.
We are home for a few weeks until after Christmas. Our time at home is spent working in our home church, enjoying the fellowship of different Christmas gettogethers and stocking up on deer meat for the next year.
The Sunday after Christmas we are out once again and will not return home for a few months. God is good to fill our schedule the way He has.
Thank you always for your prayers. As you pray, please pray that God would fill the open dates we have at this point. You can look at the first part of next year’s itinerary and see which dates need to be filled.
One final word. If you are a pastor and are reading this message, I probably lost your contact information due to a computer problem. I would be grateful if you could send me an e-mail (paul@paulcrow.org) containing your name, church name, church address, and telephone numbers. I am learning the adage that my pastor often repeats to us: To err is human; to really foul things up requires a computer.
Paul
Friday, December 11, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Trailer Trials
The Lord has given us a busy schedule right now and we praise Him for what He is doing in our lives. He has also kept us safe through some difficult circumstances and we would like to share the story of some of His protection.
On Saturday, October 3, 2009, we loaded up the truck and trailer and left Wayland, MO headed for Horn Lake, MS in the greater Memphis area. The trip was uneventful, the only kind you like to have, until we got into the Memphis metropolitan area. We pulled into a Flying J in West Memphis, AR to dump our sewage tanks before continuing the short distance on to the church. Because the line of RV’s was long, we found ourselves waiting in line to get to where we could turn the rig and dump our tanks.
I got out of the truck and walked around to the passenger side of the rig, continuing down that side to where the trailer door is. As I walked, I noticed that one of the trailer tires was skewed badly, so much so that it rubbed on the fiberglass tire skirt that partially hides the tops of my tires. Closer inspection revealed that of the eight lug bolts and nuts that hold the tire on the trailer, all but two of them had broken off and were gone. How long we went with only two lugs no one really knows, but if they had been gone for long, the tire would have probably come flying off somewhere on the Interstate. (Maybe it could have found a comfortable place next to our awning, who knows.) In the end, the tire was still connected at the service station and we endeavored to get the trailer out of the main flow of fueling traffic.
As I pulled the rig slowly toward the nearest parking area, Sarah, who was outside keeping a close eye on the tire, had to halt me. Had I gone on, the tire would have broken completely off. The truck and trailer now completely blocked the entire parking, except that one vehicle could fit in front of the truck and another behind the trailer. Here we sat and I immediately went to work jacking up the trailer hoping against hope that I could find the lug bolts I needed and get the wheel installed in time to get to our next meeting.
After some work, I was able to get the tire and hub off and began the process of trying to extract the broken pieces of lug bolt that still lodged in the hub. Meanwhile, two men from the church in north MS met me at the Flying J and we three headed off to try to find the lugs we needed.
One of the most important aspects of the work of the evangelist is that the majority of his work is done outside of normal business hours. His longest consecutive hours occur on Saturday and Sunday, while his weekdays hours are often when others have closed up for the night. Though I have never taken official polls, I would venture to guess that most breakdowns for evangelists occur on Saturday when the most helpful businesses are closed. At least that was true in Memphis when my trailer broke down. We looked at store after store and each one of them informed us that they would not be able to give us the bolts we needed.
After a lot of time and energy spent, we finally decided to rig up something that would at least get us out of the Flying J parking lot and, we hoped, all the way to the church. Undersized bolts might be able to be tightened down to where they would hold, we reasoned, if we took the back roads and took it slow. Not liking the option, but knowing of no other, I purchased the temporary bolts and put them into the hub. Off we went, slowly headed south along roads other than the Interstate. When we finally eased into the church parking lot, all eight of the temporary lug nuts on the temporary bolts were so loose, you could spin them with your fingers. In any case, they got us there without injury to the truck or trailer, apart from a broken trailer skirt on the passenger side.
The following Monday, we looked all over Memphis for half a day before finally finding the right lugs. They are now installed and ready for another 100,000 miles or so. Praise the Lord! While working on the lugs, I also discovered that my brake assembly was completely shot and had to be replaced. The Lord supplied that just in time, too: the part came on Friday afternoon and I got it all put back together just as we were leaving to eat with the church people in the fellowship hall before the service.
Last week, while in Ruston, LA, I determined to check the rest of my brake assemblies to see how they were doing. All that I checked seemed to be perfect, but in the process, I noticed that a bolt was missing from one of my leaf springs. Thank the Lord, that leaf spring did not break while we were going down the road. God is so good to us!
After preaching this coming Sunday in Citronelle, AL, we will head back home for the first time in several months. The Lord has given us a wonderful fall season and that season is not yet over, though it will be somewhat less dramatic because we will not have the trailer for many of the remaining meetings of the year.
At the end of the day, we still thank God for the trailer that He has given us, even if we do have problems from time to time. The benefit of being able to have the family together as we travel is priceless, and we would have it no other way.
Thank you so much for your prayers for us as we travel.
Paul
On Saturday, October 3, 2009, we loaded up the truck and trailer and left Wayland, MO headed for Horn Lake, MS in the greater Memphis area. The trip was uneventful, the only kind you like to have, until we got into the Memphis metropolitan area. We pulled into a Flying J in West Memphis, AR to dump our sewage tanks before continuing the short distance on to the church. Because the line of RV’s was long, we found ourselves waiting in line to get to where we could turn the rig and dump our tanks.
I got out of the truck and walked around to the passenger side of the rig, continuing down that side to where the trailer door is. As I walked, I noticed that one of the trailer tires was skewed badly, so much so that it rubbed on the fiberglass tire skirt that partially hides the tops of my tires. Closer inspection revealed that of the eight lug bolts and nuts that hold the tire on the trailer, all but two of them had broken off and were gone. How long we went with only two lugs no one really knows, but if they had been gone for long, the tire would have probably come flying off somewhere on the Interstate. (Maybe it could have found a comfortable place next to our awning, who knows.) In the end, the tire was still connected at the service station and we endeavored to get the trailer out of the main flow of fueling traffic.
As I pulled the rig slowly toward the nearest parking area, Sarah, who was outside keeping a close eye on the tire, had to halt me. Had I gone on, the tire would have broken completely off. The truck and trailer now completely blocked the entire parking, except that one vehicle could fit in front of the truck and another behind the trailer. Here we sat and I immediately went to work jacking up the trailer hoping against hope that I could find the lug bolts I needed and get the wheel installed in time to get to our next meeting.
After some work, I was able to get the tire and hub off and began the process of trying to extract the broken pieces of lug bolt that still lodged in the hub. Meanwhile, two men from the church in north MS met me at the Flying J and we three headed off to try to find the lugs we needed.
One of the most important aspects of the work of the evangelist is that the majority of his work is done outside of normal business hours. His longest consecutive hours occur on Saturday and Sunday, while his weekdays hours are often when others have closed up for the night. Though I have never taken official polls, I would venture to guess that most breakdowns for evangelists occur on Saturday when the most helpful businesses are closed. At least that was true in Memphis when my trailer broke down. We looked at store after store and each one of them informed us that they would not be able to give us the bolts we needed.
After a lot of time and energy spent, we finally decided to rig up something that would at least get us out of the Flying J parking lot and, we hoped, all the way to the church. Undersized bolts might be able to be tightened down to where they would hold, we reasoned, if we took the back roads and took it slow. Not liking the option, but knowing of no other, I purchased the temporary bolts and put them into the hub. Off we went, slowly headed south along roads other than the Interstate. When we finally eased into the church parking lot, all eight of the temporary lug nuts on the temporary bolts were so loose, you could spin them with your fingers. In any case, they got us there without injury to the truck or trailer, apart from a broken trailer skirt on the passenger side.
The following Monday, we looked all over Memphis for half a day before finally finding the right lugs. They are now installed and ready for another 100,000 miles or so. Praise the Lord! While working on the lugs, I also discovered that my brake assembly was completely shot and had to be replaced. The Lord supplied that just in time, too: the part came on Friday afternoon and I got it all put back together just as we were leaving to eat with the church people in the fellowship hall before the service.
Last week, while in Ruston, LA, I determined to check the rest of my brake assemblies to see how they were doing. All that I checked seemed to be perfect, but in the process, I noticed that a bolt was missing from one of my leaf springs. Thank the Lord, that leaf spring did not break while we were going down the road. God is so good to us!
After preaching this coming Sunday in Citronelle, AL, we will head back home for the first time in several months. The Lord has given us a wonderful fall season and that season is not yet over, though it will be somewhat less dramatic because we will not have the trailer for many of the remaining meetings of the year.
At the end of the day, we still thank God for the trailer that He has given us, even if we do have problems from time to time. The benefit of being able to have the family together as we travel is priceless, and we would have it no other way.
Thank you so much for your prayers for us as we travel.
Paul
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Compatibility Training
Ministry Update
The Lord gave us a wonderful meeting in Detroit Lakes, Minnesota, at the Berean Baptist Church where Tim Riley is the pastor. The church had just finished a building program and, according to Pastor Riley, really needed the meeting. There was not a service in which there were not first time visitors present, and several key people who had been struggling made some public decisions during the meeting. It was a blessing to be able to be used of God.
Some time ago our trailer’s propane system had sprung a leak. Because of this leak, we simply shut the supply of gas off and went without propane for several months. Summer is a good time to run that way, if you must. The greatest problem of running without propane is that you have no cooling when you are driving down the road, the refrigerator needing propane to cool. We were getting by, but praying that God would allow us to get the leak fixed.
On Sunday, a man in the church came to me and asked if there was anything that he could do for us during the week. He told me that his business was heating and air conditioning. I told him about the propane leak and made an appointment to get it fixed. In the providence of God, there was enough spare black iron pipe just lying around at the church (it had been a bar and grill before the church purchased the facility and renovated it for church use) to fix the problem. I had to purchase some fittings and clamps, but the total repair bill was just under $10. Praise the Lord, as winter comes, we have propane again.
Family Update
Things have been hectic the last few weeks – but then, that is usual. In fact, you should probably just assume that things are crazy around our house all the time, and if there is ever an exception, I will let you know. Some of that is a result of my husband scheduling back-to-back meetings in opposite corners of the USA. People ask me, “Where are you going next?” (By the way, I never know if they are just being polite, or if they really want to know where the circus will be next week so that they can stay away.) I launch into our itinerary with an auctioneer’s flair, “Well, let’s see… We are in western Nebraska this week, and next week we will be in eastern Minnesota, then the week after that, we will be about ten miles from here. Then we have a 500 mile drive for another meeting and then a 900 mile drive in the opposite direction, but the next week, we go right back…” When their eyes begin to glaze over, I pause, at which interval, they breathe a sigh (perhaps of relief that they are not in evangelism) and say “WOW! You sure do get around!” Yes, I have to agree, we do get around. I must also say that our schedule is much more area-targeted than it used to be. You may have heard of dying the death of one thousand screams. I told Paul that would be his fate if he ever pulled another “Mexico to Minnesota in three days” trip again.
The death of one thousand screams could be riding in the car with four tired, bored, cranky, hungry kids for three days. Make that in Nebraska, on a two-lane road with no rest areas or restaurants for 200 miles, and no berm so that we can pull over and fix our own lunch. Every couple considering marriage should try this stunt at least once to ascertain if they are really “compatible.” I will even loan you our kids. Heh, heh, heh. They are highly trained at testing compatibility, creating the most realistic stressful conditions. For instance, they begin by lulling you into a false sense of tranquility by playing happily with their own toys until you pass the last exit to civilization. Then, as if by previous arrangement, a fight breaks out. Child B no longer wants her toy – she wants the toy that Child C has. Snatching it with an evil laugh, she foists her toy upon the now enraged Child C, who promptly throws it to the floor and bursts into loud, indiscernible complaints interspersed with tears, waking Child D, who had been sleeping for 20 minutes. Child A whirls around in his seat to see the fracas, meanwhile kicking the leg of Adult X, causing him to accelerate rather abruptly. Adult Y, who had also turned around, gasps audibly and erupts with threats about Cracker Jack revoking Adult X’s license. This causes Adult X’s blood pressure to rise and he offers Adult Y the option of driving. Adult Y snaps back that she would rather have the option of walking, but the ensuing melee quickly diverts her attention once again. While Child B and C are arguing, Child D decides that “Carpe diem” is his motto for the afternoon, and grabs a handful of Child B’s hair. After extricating Child B from the tight-fisted grasp of Child D, Adult Y extracts apologies and promises of kindness from all parties involved. Child D, however, having had a power nap, is now hungry two hours sooner than anticipated, and begins wailing loudly. At this point, the pastor usually calls, wondering if we have been abducted by aliens. After assuring him that we have only been waylaid by wild Indians, the conversation ends with him saying something like this: “Sounds like you’ve got your hands full!” If he only knew! Child A begins to whine about his hunger pangs forcing the issue to the table, as it were. Adult X tells the children, who are now chorusing together about their lack of sustenance, that there is plenty to eat if they like grass, trees, and buffalo chips. Adult Y announces in a threatening tone that they WILL stop at the VERY NEXT AVAILABLE PLACE, right, DEAR???? Adult X now drives doggedly, eyes darting back and forth for the slightest widening of the road, but to no avail. Finally, he pulls over close to a driveway. “Why are you stopping here?” queries Adult Y. “Do we know these people?” Adult X says no, he is just stopping so Adult Y can make lunch. Adult Y peevishly argues that she isn’t going to sit in the ditch in front of someone’s house and make lunch – just keep driving. Adult X drives, the cacophony behind him urging him ever onward, ever faster. The children grow quiet as their stomach juices eat their tongues, and some of them even fall into a trance. Then one of them breaks the silence by hallucinating out loud, “Look! McDoodles!” Sure enough, there it looms, the nemesis of all travelers with young children. Adult Y begins whining, “Oh, do we have to go there?” She well knows that, despite its innocent sounding Scottish name, this establishment is actually descended from the ancient patriarch Montezuma whose revenge is only somewhat abated by the passage of centuries. Adult X grimaces, but pulls into the parking lot anyway. The children erupt from the truck, screeching, “YAY! McDoodles!” Meanwhile, Adult Y searches her purse for a bottle of TUMS and swallows half a dozen, handing the rest of the bottle to Adult X. Thirty minutes and three gallons of grease later, the family is herded back into the truck. Adult Y blots the grease off of her tongue with an extra napkin and settles in for the rest of the drive. Two hours and fourteen potty breaks later, they arrive at the church, thoroughly exhausted.
School is going smoothly, and we are all learning new things. Abigail has taught me this year that all the vowels say “uh” and all the consonants say “um.” It is getting a little easier each day for her and she is really excited. Josiah has a lot more work this year than previously, which is a sore trial for an eight-year-old with a big imagination. He is learning division and punctuation as well as creative writing. His piano lessons are improving, and two weeks ago he played a duet with me for the offertory. It was really exciting for both of us! Esther is my little helper – always wanting to wash the dishes and go to the store with me. Daniel is beginning to realize the potential of movement. He can crawl faster than a speeding locomotive, and wreak destruction and havoc faster than his siblings can believe. He loves the vacuum cleaner, and I think his extreme interest in it can be attributed to the fact that it is the only thing that can eat Cheerios faster than he can.
Josiah has been struggling with his asthma a bit the last week or two and it may be due to the change in seasons. Please pray that we have wisdom as we treat his asthma, and that he would remain healthy. We have been blessed with some wonderful meetings, and the Lord continues to meet our needs and open new doors of ministry for us. We are so thankful for your prayers, and we appreciate the part you have in our ministry.
The Lord gave us a wonderful meeting in Detroit Lakes, Minnesota, at the Berean Baptist Church where Tim Riley is the pastor. The church had just finished a building program and, according to Pastor Riley, really needed the meeting. There was not a service in which there were not first time visitors present, and several key people who had been struggling made some public decisions during the meeting. It was a blessing to be able to be used of God.
Some time ago our trailer’s propane system had sprung a leak. Because of this leak, we simply shut the supply of gas off and went without propane for several months. Summer is a good time to run that way, if you must. The greatest problem of running without propane is that you have no cooling when you are driving down the road, the refrigerator needing propane to cool. We were getting by, but praying that God would allow us to get the leak fixed.
On Sunday, a man in the church came to me and asked if there was anything that he could do for us during the week. He told me that his business was heating and air conditioning. I told him about the propane leak and made an appointment to get it fixed. In the providence of God, there was enough spare black iron pipe just lying around at the church (it had been a bar and grill before the church purchased the facility and renovated it for church use) to fix the problem. I had to purchase some fittings and clamps, but the total repair bill was just under $10. Praise the Lord, as winter comes, we have propane again.
Family Update
Things have been hectic the last few weeks – but then, that is usual. In fact, you should probably just assume that things are crazy around our house all the time, and if there is ever an exception, I will let you know. Some of that is a result of my husband scheduling back-to-back meetings in opposite corners of the USA. People ask me, “Where are you going next?” (By the way, I never know if they are just being polite, or if they really want to know where the circus will be next week so that they can stay away.) I launch into our itinerary with an auctioneer’s flair, “Well, let’s see… We are in western Nebraska this week, and next week we will be in eastern Minnesota, then the week after that, we will be about ten miles from here. Then we have a 500 mile drive for another meeting and then a 900 mile drive in the opposite direction, but the next week, we go right back…” When their eyes begin to glaze over, I pause, at which interval, they breathe a sigh (perhaps of relief that they are not in evangelism) and say “WOW! You sure do get around!” Yes, I have to agree, we do get around. I must also say that our schedule is much more area-targeted than it used to be. You may have heard of dying the death of one thousand screams. I told Paul that would be his fate if he ever pulled another “Mexico to Minnesota in three days” trip again.
The death of one thousand screams could be riding in the car with four tired, bored, cranky, hungry kids for three days. Make that in Nebraska, on a two-lane road with no rest areas or restaurants for 200 miles, and no berm so that we can pull over and fix our own lunch. Every couple considering marriage should try this stunt at least once to ascertain if they are really “compatible.” I will even loan you our kids. Heh, heh, heh. They are highly trained at testing compatibility, creating the most realistic stressful conditions. For instance, they begin by lulling you into a false sense of tranquility by playing happily with their own toys until you pass the last exit to civilization. Then, as if by previous arrangement, a fight breaks out. Child B no longer wants her toy – she wants the toy that Child C has. Snatching it with an evil laugh, she foists her toy upon the now enraged Child C, who promptly throws it to the floor and bursts into loud, indiscernible complaints interspersed with tears, waking Child D, who had been sleeping for 20 minutes. Child A whirls around in his seat to see the fracas, meanwhile kicking the leg of Adult X, causing him to accelerate rather abruptly. Adult Y, who had also turned around, gasps audibly and erupts with threats about Cracker Jack revoking Adult X’s license. This causes Adult X’s blood pressure to rise and he offers Adult Y the option of driving. Adult Y snaps back that she would rather have the option of walking, but the ensuing melee quickly diverts her attention once again. While Child B and C are arguing, Child D decides that “Carpe diem” is his motto for the afternoon, and grabs a handful of Child B’s hair. After extricating Child B from the tight-fisted grasp of Child D, Adult Y extracts apologies and promises of kindness from all parties involved. Child D, however, having had a power nap, is now hungry two hours sooner than anticipated, and begins wailing loudly. At this point, the pastor usually calls, wondering if we have been abducted by aliens. After assuring him that we have only been waylaid by wild Indians, the conversation ends with him saying something like this: “Sounds like you’ve got your hands full!” If he only knew! Child A begins to whine about his hunger pangs forcing the issue to the table, as it were. Adult X tells the children, who are now chorusing together about their lack of sustenance, that there is plenty to eat if they like grass, trees, and buffalo chips. Adult Y announces in a threatening tone that they WILL stop at the VERY NEXT AVAILABLE PLACE, right, DEAR???? Adult X now drives doggedly, eyes darting back and forth for the slightest widening of the road, but to no avail. Finally, he pulls over close to a driveway. “Why are you stopping here?” queries Adult Y. “Do we know these people?” Adult X says no, he is just stopping so Adult Y can make lunch. Adult Y peevishly argues that she isn’t going to sit in the ditch in front of someone’s house and make lunch – just keep driving. Adult X drives, the cacophony behind him urging him ever onward, ever faster. The children grow quiet as their stomach juices eat their tongues, and some of them even fall into a trance. Then one of them breaks the silence by hallucinating out loud, “Look! McDoodles!” Sure enough, there it looms, the nemesis of all travelers with young children. Adult Y begins whining, “Oh, do we have to go there?” She well knows that, despite its innocent sounding Scottish name, this establishment is actually descended from the ancient patriarch Montezuma whose revenge is only somewhat abated by the passage of centuries. Adult X grimaces, but pulls into the parking lot anyway. The children erupt from the truck, screeching, “YAY! McDoodles!” Meanwhile, Adult Y searches her purse for a bottle of TUMS and swallows half a dozen, handing the rest of the bottle to Adult X. Thirty minutes and three gallons of grease later, the family is herded back into the truck. Adult Y blots the grease off of her tongue with an extra napkin and settles in for the rest of the drive. Two hours and fourteen potty breaks later, they arrive at the church, thoroughly exhausted.
School is going smoothly, and we are all learning new things. Abigail has taught me this year that all the vowels say “uh” and all the consonants say “um.” It is getting a little easier each day for her and she is really excited. Josiah has a lot more work this year than previously, which is a sore trial for an eight-year-old with a big imagination. He is learning division and punctuation as well as creative writing. His piano lessons are improving, and two weeks ago he played a duet with me for the offertory. It was really exciting for both of us! Esther is my little helper – always wanting to wash the dishes and go to the store with me. Daniel is beginning to realize the potential of movement. He can crawl faster than a speeding locomotive, and wreak destruction and havoc faster than his siblings can believe. He loves the vacuum cleaner, and I think his extreme interest in it can be attributed to the fact that it is the only thing that can eat Cheerios faster than he can.
Josiah has been struggling with his asthma a bit the last week or two and it may be due to the change in seasons. Please pray that we have wisdom as we treat his asthma, and that he would remain healthy. We have been blessed with some wonderful meetings, and the Lord continues to meet our needs and open new doors of ministry for us. We are so thankful for your prayers, and we appreciate the part you have in our ministry.
Thursday, September 03, 2009
Plains Update
Ministry Update
The Lord has given us good meetings in the heartland of the United States. I have met some men that I had not known before, and God has given us some wonderful fellowship on the basis of our salvation and desire to serve Christ. One of the men that I have met is another evangelist by the name of Rodney Stewart. I had never met him before, but he eyed me askance as I walked into church with the rest of my family. (It was one of our Wednesday’s off; I was not preaching anywhere that night.) After a while, he asked me if he knew me, and after my negative assurances, he realized that he had seen my picture on the back cover of a book named Cliffs and Fences. Pastor Surrett of our home church had told me that things like that would happen. He told of men whom he had never met who had picked up his book from he knew not where and had read it, then favorably passing it on to others. The same thing has happened to me in the case of Rod Stewart. More and more, the stories are getting back to me of how the Lord has been using my book in their lives. We praise the Lord for answered prayer in this matter. (If you would like a copy of my book and have not yet gotten one, you can order by clicking here.)
One of the ways that the Lord is providing for our financial needs is with money from table sales. In between my book, Sarah’s piano book, and my two Baptist history series, we are often kept busy after the services at our table. We praise the Lord that these materials are getting into the hands of God’s people.
Thank you for your prayers for our ministry. The Lord has planted seed thoughts in my head for another book. I would ask that you pray for me in this regard. Some might wonder if the next book may have something to do with Baptist history. My answer is, Wait and see.
Family Update
Well, greetings from windy South Dakota! Our family has been enjoying this trip through the northern Midwest states. The weather has been very mild, and sometimes even cool, which is evidently due to the fact of global warming. This may be a direct result of all the rainforests that have been destroyed by our family in the form of disposable diapers. I am happy to say that we are now going “green” and are only going to be using half the amount of consumable paper products as before. Yes – congratulations are in order for Esther, since she is now a “big girl” and no longer needs diapers! Thank you, thank you… (round of applause).
School started nearly three weeks ago, and we are enjoying the days already. Josiah is now in the third grade, learning the rules of capitalization, the times tables, and the organs of the human body. Abigail is finished learning her five “bowels” and is ready to move on to the consonants. She is doing a great job so far, and is looking forward to reading this year! Esther also does “school,” which basically consists of coloring a pretty picture for Mama each morning. Her interest is waning already, and more often than not, she stops coloring to play with her dolls. We have already had two very neat field trips.
The first was to Itasca State Park, where we waded across the headwaters of the Mississippi River. For those of us that have seen the Mississippi river as it enters the Gulf of Mexico, it is amazing! It is perhaps 15 feet across, and 1-2 feet deep! It was neat, because the kids remembered crossing the Old Miss before, and they couldn’t believe how little it was. As I looked at it, I was reminded of the fact that so many times we allow something in our lives that seems insignificant, but after a little time and distance it is extremely powerful! How carefully we need to guard our hearts and lives from those “little things.”
Our next field trip was a long-coveted one for me. We went to Rapid City, SD, the home of Mount Rushmore. It was a beautiful day – clear skies and a nice breeze. The mountain was impressive! The kids really liked seeing the carved faces of the Presidents. Even Esther got excited. She still likes looking at the pictures and asking which one is Lincoln (she can’t remember any of the other names). We hiked the Presidential Trail, which gave us a several different views of the mountain’s face. We even saw a mountain goat and her baby grazing not far from the walkway. It was hard work walking up and down the stairs, carrying the stroller with Daniel in it, so we had to take a lot of breaks. Esther’s short little legs got kind of tired, and I commented to Paul that she must be worn out when even her pigtails were wilted!
Josiah has had some minor trouble with his asthma the last few weeks, and we are not sure why. It might be because one of the popular crops out here is hay, and it is in the air, especially when they are harvesting, cutting, and raking it. I am just glad that they are not harvesting wheat right now. That would be really hard on him. Please keep him in your prayers. He has also had some random breakouts after eating, which bothers me, since it shouldn’t be happening. Perhaps his system is just reacting to the stress of the airborne allergens.
Daniel continues to grow and is nearly ten months old!!!!! Where has the time gone? He has six, beautiful, shiny, and very sharp teeth. He likes to use these not only on his food, but occasionally on Paul’s and my shoulders. He has decided from our reactions, that perhaps he should just stick to using them for food. He eats at an alarming rate, and is learning to drink from a cup as well. However, whenever possible I give him his own cup, because I do not like as many “floaties” in my drink as he does. He is crawling and pulling up, too, but not yet walking. Sometimes he will get up and then cannot figure out how to get down again. This results in a lot of hollering on his part until one of us rescues him. He definitely enjoys his mobility, and he siblings are now being a little more careful about where they leave their most precious belongings. He has had a few minor skin rashes, and I think they are due to having some egg and milk in his food, so we will be eliminating those items from his diet. Nothing new – he just wants to be like his big brother!
We had a blessing a few weeks ago. I ran across Betty Crocker’s Gluten Free baking mixes and found, to my great delight, that with an egg substitute, Josiah can eat both kinds of cake and the chocolate chip cookies! You should have seen his eyes light up when I told him the goodies were for him! The Lord is so good to give us unexpected blessings!
Our meetings are going well, and we will head to Elkton, SD this weekend for out next meeting. Pray that the Lord will use us to be a blessing to the church there, and that we would see fruit that would remain.
The Lord has given us good meetings in the heartland of the United States. I have met some men that I had not known before, and God has given us some wonderful fellowship on the basis of our salvation and desire to serve Christ. One of the men that I have met is another evangelist by the name of Rodney Stewart. I had never met him before, but he eyed me askance as I walked into church with the rest of my family. (It was one of our Wednesday’s off; I was not preaching anywhere that night.) After a while, he asked me if he knew me, and after my negative assurances, he realized that he had seen my picture on the back cover of a book named Cliffs and Fences. Pastor Surrett of our home church had told me that things like that would happen. He told of men whom he had never met who had picked up his book from he knew not where and had read it, then favorably passing it on to others. The same thing has happened to me in the case of Rod Stewart. More and more, the stories are getting back to me of how the Lord has been using my book in their lives. We praise the Lord for answered prayer in this matter. (If you would like a copy of my book and have not yet gotten one, you can order by clicking here.)
One of the ways that the Lord is providing for our financial needs is with money from table sales. In between my book, Sarah’s piano book, and my two Baptist history series, we are often kept busy after the services at our table. We praise the Lord that these materials are getting into the hands of God’s people.
Thank you for your prayers for our ministry. The Lord has planted seed thoughts in my head for another book. I would ask that you pray for me in this regard. Some might wonder if the next book may have something to do with Baptist history. My answer is, Wait and see.
Family Update
Well, greetings from windy South Dakota! Our family has been enjoying this trip through the northern Midwest states. The weather has been very mild, and sometimes even cool, which is evidently due to the fact of global warming. This may be a direct result of all the rainforests that have been destroyed by our family in the form of disposable diapers. I am happy to say that we are now going “green” and are only going to be using half the amount of consumable paper products as before. Yes – congratulations are in order for Esther, since she is now a “big girl” and no longer needs diapers! Thank you, thank you… (round of applause).
School started nearly three weeks ago, and we are enjoying the days already. Josiah is now in the third grade, learning the rules of capitalization, the times tables, and the organs of the human body. Abigail is finished learning her five “bowels” and is ready to move on to the consonants. She is doing a great job so far, and is looking forward to reading this year! Esther also does “school,” which basically consists of coloring a pretty picture for Mama each morning. Her interest is waning already, and more often than not, she stops coloring to play with her dolls. We have already had two very neat field trips.
The first was to Itasca State Park, where we waded across the headwaters of the Mississippi River. For those of us that have seen the Mississippi river as it enters the Gulf of Mexico, it is amazing! It is perhaps 15 feet across, and 1-2 feet deep! It was neat, because the kids remembered crossing the Old Miss before, and they couldn’t believe how little it was. As I looked at it, I was reminded of the fact that so many times we allow something in our lives that seems insignificant, but after a little time and distance it is extremely powerful! How carefully we need to guard our hearts and lives from those “little things.”
Our next field trip was a long-coveted one for me. We went to Rapid City, SD, the home of Mount Rushmore. It was a beautiful day – clear skies and a nice breeze. The mountain was impressive! The kids really liked seeing the carved faces of the Presidents. Even Esther got excited. She still likes looking at the pictures and asking which one is Lincoln (she can’t remember any of the other names). We hiked the Presidential Trail, which gave us a several different views of the mountain’s face. We even saw a mountain goat and her baby grazing not far from the walkway. It was hard work walking up and down the stairs, carrying the stroller with Daniel in it, so we had to take a lot of breaks. Esther’s short little legs got kind of tired, and I commented to Paul that she must be worn out when even her pigtails were wilted!
Josiah has had some minor trouble with his asthma the last few weeks, and we are not sure why. It might be because one of the popular crops out here is hay, and it is in the air, especially when they are harvesting, cutting, and raking it. I am just glad that they are not harvesting wheat right now. That would be really hard on him. Please keep him in your prayers. He has also had some random breakouts after eating, which bothers me, since it shouldn’t be happening. Perhaps his system is just reacting to the stress of the airborne allergens.
Daniel continues to grow and is nearly ten months old!!!!! Where has the time gone? He has six, beautiful, shiny, and very sharp teeth. He likes to use these not only on his food, but occasionally on Paul’s and my shoulders. He has decided from our reactions, that perhaps he should just stick to using them for food. He eats at an alarming rate, and is learning to drink from a cup as well. However, whenever possible I give him his own cup, because I do not like as many “floaties” in my drink as he does. He is crawling and pulling up, too, but not yet walking. Sometimes he will get up and then cannot figure out how to get down again. This results in a lot of hollering on his part until one of us rescues him. He definitely enjoys his mobility, and he siblings are now being a little more careful about where they leave their most precious belongings. He has had a few minor skin rashes, and I think they are due to having some egg and milk in his food, so we will be eliminating those items from his diet. Nothing new – he just wants to be like his big brother!
We had a blessing a few weeks ago. I ran across Betty Crocker’s Gluten Free baking mixes and found, to my great delight, that with an egg substitute, Josiah can eat both kinds of cake and the chocolate chip cookies! You should have seen his eyes light up when I told him the goodies were for him! The Lord is so good to give us unexpected blessings!
Our meetings are going well, and we will head to Elkton, SD this weekend for out next meeting. Pray that the Lord will use us to be a blessing to the church there, and that we would see fruit that would remain.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Scary Tomatoes
Ministry Update
The Lord has been so good to us over many miles and many opportunities of ministry this summer. We are so grateful to be able to serve Him.
This summer seems to be the summer of hearing personal testimonies of how the Lord has used our ministry. One man in Indiana confided in me that the Lord had used my ministry to teach him that preaching must be Bible based in order to be preaching. Another family heard me preach four years ago at a family camp in MN. They were baby Christians at the time and made some life changing decisions during that week of camp. This time around, they were unable to attend family camp, but they found out that I was going to be preaching nearby on Sunday and attended the evening service at the church where I was preaching. Man took time to relate to me some of the things that the Lord had done in their lives at family camp four years ago and how that God was still working in their lives now.
When I was in college, I was told that longevity is the key to the blessings of God. I didn't understand what was meant by that at the time, but I believe I am beginning to see. It is still required in stewards that a man be found faithful.
Family Update
Once again, it is time for the update. Time seems to fly by so quickly. This summer has gone especially fast - perhaps because we have been so busy. That is a blessing in itself. Most evangelists have a "down-time" during the summer, but the Lord has given us a full schedule. We have been in Minnesota for the last few weeks, and will be here for a few more. The weather is really nice and cool (compared to North Carolina, that is). Our week of camp was fun and we were able to spend some time swimming, boating, and a lot of hiking, since our trailer was "over the river and through the woods" - well, over the bog, anyway. We had two services a day, as well as workshops done by several pastors. It was a blessing to reconnect with old friends and make new ones. Josiah celebrated his eighth birthday last week. Oddly enough, one of the pastor's daughters turned eight the same day. That was neat. So, the last day of camp we had a breakfast "party" for them.
School begins very soon. The kids are all clamoring to start, but I am not quite ready. I think we will start later this week, or the beginning of next week. Josiah will be in third grade, and Abigail starts K-5. Esther insists on doing school as well, so I think we will color a lot of pictures this year!
Daniel is just about ready to crawl. He can move around enough to get into all kinds of things. The kids are in awe of all the naughty things he can do now! He will be nine months old this Sunday, and is as cute as can be. He has several teeth and will soon be eating us out of house and home with the rest - I mean, the best - of them.
Saturday evening we arrived in Brooklyn Park, MN, where we were to be the next day for services. The girls hadn't been feeling well, and I sent Paul to the store for a few items while I bathed the kids and prepared them for bed. Daniel was asleep and the girls had just gotten out of the shower when a big storm moved in. The rain was pouring down, and then I heard through the thunder, the sound of the tornado siren! Thankfully, Paul had left the church door open, but I had to run through the rain to check it first. Then back to the trailer I went. I grabbed the kids and told them to run into the church, and then grabbed Daniel out of his bed. It was dark in the church, and since I had not yet been inside the building, I didn't know where anything was - even the light switches! I used my cell phone as a flashlight, and found the ladies restroom. I herded everyone in and we sat on the floor waiting for the storm to pass. I told the kids what was happening - they were a bit confused about why we ran through the rain and were sitting in the church restroom. The power flickered, but remained on, so at least we had lights. Esther told me, "Mama, I am scared of the tomato!" Paul, in the meanwhile, was still at the store, where they lost power. The siren stopped, and just as we were about to emerge from our hiding place, it started up again, so back in we went. After it stopped the second time, I waited just a bit, until I could tell that the rain had eased. Just as we came out of the church, Paul pulled into the parking lot. I was quite glad to see him safe and sound! I was standing on the steps of the trailer talking to him when Daniel threw up all over my feet and the floor! So - adventures never cease! I had to stay home from church with Esther and Daniel the next day, but everyone seems to have recovered from whatever bug they picked up. I am so thankful for a washer and dryer in the trailer! We have used it a lot this last week due to sickness and camp activities.
The Lord has kept Josiah in good health this summer, although we have had a few minor incidents every once in a while. He has been a little more wheezy the last week or so, and thus required a couple of breathing treatments, but nothing serious. I appreciate your prayers for him. Daniel has already had an allergic reaction to something he ate a few weeks ago, so I guess the proverbial lightning has struck out family again! At least I have a background in diagnosing the problems now! The Lord is so good! He never gives us more than we can handle, and always gives us the grace we need for each day.
The Lord has been so good to us over many miles and many opportunities of ministry this summer. We are so grateful to be able to serve Him.
This summer seems to be the summer of hearing personal testimonies of how the Lord has used our ministry. One man in Indiana confided in me that the Lord had used my ministry to teach him that preaching must be Bible based in order to be preaching. Another family heard me preach four years ago at a family camp in MN. They were baby Christians at the time and made some life changing decisions during that week of camp. This time around, they were unable to attend family camp, but they found out that I was going to be preaching nearby on Sunday and attended the evening service at the church where I was preaching. Man took time to relate to me some of the things that the Lord had done in their lives at family camp four years ago and how that God was still working in their lives now.
When I was in college, I was told that longevity is the key to the blessings of God. I didn't understand what was meant by that at the time, but I believe I am beginning to see. It is still required in stewards that a man be found faithful.
Family Update
Once again, it is time for the update. Time seems to fly by so quickly. This summer has gone especially fast - perhaps because we have been so busy. That is a blessing in itself. Most evangelists have a "down-time" during the summer, but the Lord has given us a full schedule. We have been in Minnesota for the last few weeks, and will be here for a few more. The weather is really nice and cool (compared to North Carolina, that is). Our week of camp was fun and we were able to spend some time swimming, boating, and a lot of hiking, since our trailer was "over the river and through the woods" - well, over the bog, anyway. We had two services a day, as well as workshops done by several pastors. It was a blessing to reconnect with old friends and make new ones. Josiah celebrated his eighth birthday last week. Oddly enough, one of the pastor's daughters turned eight the same day. That was neat. So, the last day of camp we had a breakfast "party" for them.
School begins very soon. The kids are all clamoring to start, but I am not quite ready. I think we will start later this week, or the beginning of next week. Josiah will be in third grade, and Abigail starts K-5. Esther insists on doing school as well, so I think we will color a lot of pictures this year!
Daniel is just about ready to crawl. He can move around enough to get into all kinds of things. The kids are in awe of all the naughty things he can do now! He will be nine months old this Sunday, and is as cute as can be. He has several teeth and will soon be eating us out of house and home with the rest - I mean, the best - of them.
Saturday evening we arrived in Brooklyn Park, MN, where we were to be the next day for services. The girls hadn't been feeling well, and I sent Paul to the store for a few items while I bathed the kids and prepared them for bed. Daniel was asleep and the girls had just gotten out of the shower when a big storm moved in. The rain was pouring down, and then I heard through the thunder, the sound of the tornado siren! Thankfully, Paul had left the church door open, but I had to run through the rain to check it first. Then back to the trailer I went. I grabbed the kids and told them to run into the church, and then grabbed Daniel out of his bed. It was dark in the church, and since I had not yet been inside the building, I didn't know where anything was - even the light switches! I used my cell phone as a flashlight, and found the ladies restroom. I herded everyone in and we sat on the floor waiting for the storm to pass. I told the kids what was happening - they were a bit confused about why we ran through the rain and were sitting in the church restroom. The power flickered, but remained on, so at least we had lights. Esther told me, "Mama, I am scared of the tomato!" Paul, in the meanwhile, was still at the store, where they lost power. The siren stopped, and just as we were about to emerge from our hiding place, it started up again, so back in we went. After it stopped the second time, I waited just a bit, until I could tell that the rain had eased. Just as we came out of the church, Paul pulled into the parking lot. I was quite glad to see him safe and sound! I was standing on the steps of the trailer talking to him when Daniel threw up all over my feet and the floor! So - adventures never cease! I had to stay home from church with Esther and Daniel the next day, but everyone seems to have recovered from whatever bug they picked up. I am so thankful for a washer and dryer in the trailer! We have used it a lot this last week due to sickness and camp activities.
The Lord has kept Josiah in good health this summer, although we have had a few minor incidents every once in a while. He has been a little more wheezy the last week or so, and thus required a couple of breathing treatments, but nothing serious. I appreciate your prayers for him. Daniel has already had an allergic reaction to something he ate a few weeks ago, so I guess the proverbial lightning has struck out family again! At least I have a background in diagnosing the problems now! The Lord is so good! He never gives us more than we can handle, and always gives us the grace we need for each day.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Life in the Big City
Ministry Update
The Lord has been so good to us to provide us with so many places of ministry this summer. Tomorrow I am to preach a special patriotic service at Community Baptist Church in Quakertown, PA. Please pray that souls would be saved.
Family Update
What a time we have had on the road these last few weeks! The Lord has blessed us with good meetings and many adventures! We took off for Knox, Indiana with a newly rebuilt transmission, courtesy of our ever-so-accommodating AAMCO mechanics, who only took four times as long and charged two times as much as they first estimated. In any case, we were glad to have the job done and be back on the road with our own wheels again.
After our meeting in Knox, we headed to Brooklyn, NY with the trailer in tow. It was a very rough ride, apparently, for when we finally pulled into the church parking lot, I found that not only were all the clothes out off the closet bar, but the drawers and cupboards had come open, showering our belongings all over the floor. I was really surprised to see that the sink covers had bounced off, and the toaster oven was in the sink! That has never happened before. So, after a little “let’s tidy up the trailer,” everything was back to normal.
The church was hosting a home school graduation ceremony that evening, so I jumped right in to help with the food and decorating. That was fun. While I was working inside, Paul was working outside to get power to the trailer. The poor man worked for about four hours before everything was ready to go. It was with a sigh of relief that we fell into bed that evening. It rained on Saturday, so we didn’t go out and do any sightseeing, so we just spent time with the Walkers. Their children and ours played together very well, and Abigail and Esther each have another “best friend.”
Sunday was a very busy day with a morning service, dinner on the grounds, and then an afternoon service. In the evening, we went to another church on 6th Ave. This is a very old church and was the old stomping grounds of Robert Lowery, the great Baptist hymn writer. In fact, his organ was still in the church. Although it wasn’t in the best condition, I was able to play it for the song service. It was a huge pipe organ that went all the way up to the cathedral ceiling. It was awesome! I helped in the nursery that evening, since the attendance was rather low and my children made up half of the nursery crowd!
Monday we did some sight seeing. The pastor took us down to the Staten Island Ferry, where we boarded and had a nice view of Lady Liberty. On the way back, I took the girls to the bathroom, and Abigail found four pennies on the restroom floor – she can find money almost anywhere! I told her she could give one to each of the children and they all ended up, so I thought, throwing them into the bay. We disembarked and the pastor went to get the van while we waited on the street corner by the subway entrance. After a few minutes, Abigail began crying loudly, and I asked what was wrong. “I swallowed my penny!” she wailed. Horrified, I asked, “The penny you found on the bathroom floor?!” When she nodded, I thought I was going to be sick. Anyway, after the crisis passed, we jumped in the van, and headed into downtown Manhattan. We drove by Wall Street and Central Park, down 5th Avenue, and Broadway, and into Times Square, where we were pulled over by the police for a random license check. We waited for fifteen minutes, before the police realized that they had forgotten us, so they let us go (it was crazy). We drove through Chinatown, and bought some yummy dumplings, and drove by the Plaza Hotel. There were lights and people everywhere – very exciting! They say New York City is the city that never sleeps, and I can tell you that while we were there, we didn’t do much sleeping. I tend to sacrifice sleep when I have good friends with whom to fellowship.
Tuesday evening was a youth hockey game in which Paul participated in zealously. He chose to forego the inline skates, and just play on foot, but he still did pretty well, considering that the last time he played hockey, he knocked out four or five of his friend’s teeth! Everyone was in one piece at the end of the game, so I thought it went well.
We packed up to leave on Wednesday, and after lunch, hooked up the truck and trailer. It was then that things began to get interesting. Paul backed out of the church lot and into the narrow, one-way street. There were cars parked on both sides of the street, so he didn’t have much room to move. We had reserved two parking places, in advance, so that we could get out, but, in retrospect, we should have reserved three. At this juncture, I let the kids out of the truck, because it was obvious that it was going to be a while before we were on the road in the figurative sense. When I opened the back door, I smelled a very pungent odor. Abigail had decided that, during the previously unsupervised moments, it would be a great time to take a bath in a bottle of transmission fluid treatment that she found in the back seat. It was everywhere, and stunk up the whole truck. I had to take a break from helping Paul and change her clothes and wipe up the excess fluid. Then I went back out to help Paul. He was perpendicular to the street, and had to back up over the opposite curb and between two trees. This normally would have been no problem, but at this time, the newly rebuilt transmission decided that it was tired of reverse, and decided that it would no longer work in that particular gear, making it necessary for us to push the truck and trailer back manually (I am totally serious). So there we were, stuck across the street, up on the curb, pinned in on every side by parked cars, when it began to rain. We decided that we only had one problem – one too many cars in the way of our escape. We had no way of knowing to whom the cars belonged, and as rush hour was fast approaching, we had to make a decision. We got a jack, and recruited some teens on their way home from the basketball court to help us get it up onto the curb, all the while hoping that the car alarm would not go off, or that the owner would not walk up while we were messing with the car! When we finally got the car out of the way, it was no problem to ease the trailer out into the street. We grabbed the kids and put them in the truck and “got outta Dodge” as fast as was legally possible. Because of the leaked fluid, we had to ride at highway speed with the windows down, only rolling them up to use the defrost when the windshield totally fogged up.
We pulled into our Wednesday evening meeting 30 minutes after it started (this was not a problem because we had called ahead and they rearranged the service to accommodate us. We did the “superman in a phone booth” routine, and ran into the service. Whew! After church, we enlisted the help of all the men to push the truck backwards into the parking place. All those teen boys were really feeling manly at that point! Paul took the truck back to a local AAMCO center and left on his primitive camping retreat with Josiah and the men of the church. So, once again, our truck is in the shop. I believe I know the reason AAMCO has a nationwide guarantee on their service. It is because they know it is going to break down soon, and they better have someone in the area who can fix it. My personal opinion, but nevertheless, it makes sense.
Anyway, we are in good hands despite all the recent difficulties. The Lord is always in control, so we can sit back and watch Him work in this situation. Please be in prayer that the truck would be fixed quickly and correctly, that we would see people saved in our meetings, and that we would have safety traveling back to North Carolina next week.
The Lord has been so good to us to provide us with so many places of ministry this summer. Tomorrow I am to preach a special patriotic service at Community Baptist Church in Quakertown, PA. Please pray that souls would be saved.
Family Update
What a time we have had on the road these last few weeks! The Lord has blessed us with good meetings and many adventures! We took off for Knox, Indiana with a newly rebuilt transmission, courtesy of our ever-so-accommodating AAMCO mechanics, who only took four times as long and charged two times as much as they first estimated. In any case, we were glad to have the job done and be back on the road with our own wheels again.
After our meeting in Knox, we headed to Brooklyn, NY with the trailer in tow. It was a very rough ride, apparently, for when we finally pulled into the church parking lot, I found that not only were all the clothes out off the closet bar, but the drawers and cupboards had come open, showering our belongings all over the floor. I was really surprised to see that the sink covers had bounced off, and the toaster oven was in the sink! That has never happened before. So, after a little “let’s tidy up the trailer,” everything was back to normal.
The church was hosting a home school graduation ceremony that evening, so I jumped right in to help with the food and decorating. That was fun. While I was working inside, Paul was working outside to get power to the trailer. The poor man worked for about four hours before everything was ready to go. It was with a sigh of relief that we fell into bed that evening. It rained on Saturday, so we didn’t go out and do any sightseeing, so we just spent time with the Walkers. Their children and ours played together very well, and Abigail and Esther each have another “best friend.”
Sunday was a very busy day with a morning service, dinner on the grounds, and then an afternoon service. In the evening, we went to another church on 6th Ave. This is a very old church and was the old stomping grounds of Robert Lowery, the great Baptist hymn writer. In fact, his organ was still in the church. Although it wasn’t in the best condition, I was able to play it for the song service. It was a huge pipe organ that went all the way up to the cathedral ceiling. It was awesome! I helped in the nursery that evening, since the attendance was rather low and my children made up half of the nursery crowd!
Monday we did some sight seeing. The pastor took us down to the Staten Island Ferry, where we boarded and had a nice view of Lady Liberty. On the way back, I took the girls to the bathroom, and Abigail found four pennies on the restroom floor – she can find money almost anywhere! I told her she could give one to each of the children and they all ended up, so I thought, throwing them into the bay. We disembarked and the pastor went to get the van while we waited on the street corner by the subway entrance. After a few minutes, Abigail began crying loudly, and I asked what was wrong. “I swallowed my penny!” she wailed. Horrified, I asked, “The penny you found on the bathroom floor?!” When she nodded, I thought I was going to be sick. Anyway, after the crisis passed, we jumped in the van, and headed into downtown Manhattan. We drove by Wall Street and Central Park, down 5th Avenue, and Broadway, and into Times Square, where we were pulled over by the police for a random license check. We waited for fifteen minutes, before the police realized that they had forgotten us, so they let us go (it was crazy). We drove through Chinatown, and bought some yummy dumplings, and drove by the Plaza Hotel. There were lights and people everywhere – very exciting! They say New York City is the city that never sleeps, and I can tell you that while we were there, we didn’t do much sleeping. I tend to sacrifice sleep when I have good friends with whom to fellowship.
Tuesday evening was a youth hockey game in which Paul participated in zealously. He chose to forego the inline skates, and just play on foot, but he still did pretty well, considering that the last time he played hockey, he knocked out four or five of his friend’s teeth! Everyone was in one piece at the end of the game, so I thought it went well.
We packed up to leave on Wednesday, and after lunch, hooked up the truck and trailer. It was then that things began to get interesting. Paul backed out of the church lot and into the narrow, one-way street. There were cars parked on both sides of the street, so he didn’t have much room to move. We had reserved two parking places, in advance, so that we could get out, but, in retrospect, we should have reserved three. At this juncture, I let the kids out of the truck, because it was obvious that it was going to be a while before we were on the road in the figurative sense. When I opened the back door, I smelled a very pungent odor. Abigail had decided that, during the previously unsupervised moments, it would be a great time to take a bath in a bottle of transmission fluid treatment that she found in the back seat. It was everywhere, and stunk up the whole truck. I had to take a break from helping Paul and change her clothes and wipe up the excess fluid. Then I went back out to help Paul. He was perpendicular to the street, and had to back up over the opposite curb and between two trees. This normally would have been no problem, but at this time, the newly rebuilt transmission decided that it was tired of reverse, and decided that it would no longer work in that particular gear, making it necessary for us to push the truck and trailer back manually (I am totally serious). So there we were, stuck across the street, up on the curb, pinned in on every side by parked cars, when it began to rain. We decided that we only had one problem – one too many cars in the way of our escape. We had no way of knowing to whom the cars belonged, and as rush hour was fast approaching, we had to make a decision. We got a jack, and recruited some teens on their way home from the basketball court to help us get it up onto the curb, all the while hoping that the car alarm would not go off, or that the owner would not walk up while we were messing with the car! When we finally got the car out of the way, it was no problem to ease the trailer out into the street. We grabbed the kids and put them in the truck and “got outta Dodge” as fast as was legally possible. Because of the leaked fluid, we had to ride at highway speed with the windows down, only rolling them up to use the defrost when the windshield totally fogged up.
We pulled into our Wednesday evening meeting 30 minutes after it started (this was not a problem because we had called ahead and they rearranged the service to accommodate us. We did the “superman in a phone booth” routine, and ran into the service. Whew! After church, we enlisted the help of all the men to push the truck backwards into the parking place. All those teen boys were really feeling manly at that point! Paul took the truck back to a local AAMCO center and left on his primitive camping retreat with Josiah and the men of the church. So, once again, our truck is in the shop. I believe I know the reason AAMCO has a nationwide guarantee on their service. It is because they know it is going to break down soon, and they better have someone in the area who can fix it. My personal opinion, but nevertheless, it makes sense.
Anyway, we are in good hands despite all the recent difficulties. The Lord is always in control, so we can sit back and watch Him work in this situation. Please be in prayer that the truck would be fixed quickly and correctly, that we would see people saved in our meetings, and that we would have safety traveling back to North Carolina next week.
Friday, June 05, 2009
Meanwhile
Ministry Update
My days have been filled with non-ministerial pursuits of late—things like repairing trailer axles, getting the truck repaired, securing and preparing another vehicle in case the truck is not done in time for our next meeting, and like pursuits. I praise the Lord for so many trips in which things worked like they were supposed to. Now that there are a few mechanical chores to complete, we are in a good place to get them all done.
A week from Sunday we are in a meeting again, and we are looking to see many saved. Please pray for the attendance and for the power of God to convict hearts.
Family Update
It was another dark and stormy night in Kings Mountain last night. We have had soooooo much rain lately. I am not complaining at all, though, because the water table has been so low for so long that people’s wells were drying up last summer. It has afforded no end of fun for the children, who enjoy playing in the puddles. They call themselves the “puddle patrol” and beg to splash in the puddles every time it rains.
We are currently “stuck” in Kings Mountain while our truck is (hopefully) being repaired. It was having transmission problems, and we ended up having to get it rebuilt. However, after it was totally rebuilt, it was still having the same problem shifting. So, they are checking everything that they can think of, and keep telling us that it “may be done today.” I have totally given up hope that they actually know what they are doing, since they have now had it for over a week, and the job was supposed to take only a day. Perhaps they will prove me wrong and actually have it done right sometime in the near future (like this month). We are very glad that the problem surfaced while we were at home, and not out on the side of a mountain somewhere, or in the middle of nowhere, through which we frequently have to drive to get to our meetings!
Our meetings this spring have been good ones, and we are so thankful that our schedule has been pretty full. Our summer will be very busy, as well. Please pray for safety as we travel, especially in light of the recent repair issues. Josiah is enjoying his days of summer vacation, and I have been filling my days with housework, and the occasional “day of scrapbooking” with friends. The girls play with their dolls and all of them enjoy playing outside when the weather is nice. Popsicles and watermelon are a staple of their summer diet right now!
Daniel has just finished cutting his first two teeth, and has finally graduated to rice cereal in small amounts. I think once he figures out the eating thing, he will be a little more excited about sitting in the high chair. He sits up quite well by himself these days, and plays happily on the floor for long periods of time. He also knows that when Mama walks toward him, many times she will pick him up. However, he has also been disappointed at times, when, instead of picking him up, I walk right past him into the other room. What a weeping and wailing we hear then! Overall, he is a very happy little boy, and we all love him very much. They grow up so quickly!
Abigail will start K-5 in the fall when Josiah starts third grade. She is so excited! It will be different having two in school, so I will probably have to juggle a few scheduling changes.
Esther will celebrate her third birthday this month. I cannot believe what a big girl she is. Paul and I will also celebrate our ninth wedding anniversary this month. It is hard to believe that we have been married that long! The best three years of my life! Just kidding! They have all been wonderful, and I am thankful for the sweet, faithful, and loving husband the Lord has given me.
Paul’s book is now available for sale, and I am so proud of him! He has done a wonderful job, and already we are hearing of how it has blessed so many people. I am so thankful that God has used it in the lives of others. We look forward to the ministry this book will have over the years.
My days have been filled with non-ministerial pursuits of late—things like repairing trailer axles, getting the truck repaired, securing and preparing another vehicle in case the truck is not done in time for our next meeting, and like pursuits. I praise the Lord for so many trips in which things worked like they were supposed to. Now that there are a few mechanical chores to complete, we are in a good place to get them all done.
A week from Sunday we are in a meeting again, and we are looking to see many saved. Please pray for the attendance and for the power of God to convict hearts.
Family Update
It was another dark and stormy night in Kings Mountain last night. We have had soooooo much rain lately. I am not complaining at all, though, because the water table has been so low for so long that people’s wells were drying up last summer. It has afforded no end of fun for the children, who enjoy playing in the puddles. They call themselves the “puddle patrol” and beg to splash in the puddles every time it rains.
We are currently “stuck” in Kings Mountain while our truck is (hopefully) being repaired. It was having transmission problems, and we ended up having to get it rebuilt. However, after it was totally rebuilt, it was still having the same problem shifting. So, they are checking everything that they can think of, and keep telling us that it “may be done today.” I have totally given up hope that they actually know what they are doing, since they have now had it for over a week, and the job was supposed to take only a day. Perhaps they will prove me wrong and actually have it done right sometime in the near future (like this month). We are very glad that the problem surfaced while we were at home, and not out on the side of a mountain somewhere, or in the middle of nowhere, through which we frequently have to drive to get to our meetings!
Our meetings this spring have been good ones, and we are so thankful that our schedule has been pretty full. Our summer will be very busy, as well. Please pray for safety as we travel, especially in light of the recent repair issues. Josiah is enjoying his days of summer vacation, and I have been filling my days with housework, and the occasional “day of scrapbooking” with friends. The girls play with their dolls and all of them enjoy playing outside when the weather is nice. Popsicles and watermelon are a staple of their summer diet right now!
Daniel has just finished cutting his first two teeth, and has finally graduated to rice cereal in small amounts. I think once he figures out the eating thing, he will be a little more excited about sitting in the high chair. He sits up quite well by himself these days, and plays happily on the floor for long periods of time. He also knows that when Mama walks toward him, many times she will pick him up. However, he has also been disappointed at times, when, instead of picking him up, I walk right past him into the other room. What a weeping and wailing we hear then! Overall, he is a very happy little boy, and we all love him very much. They grow up so quickly!
Abigail will start K-5 in the fall when Josiah starts third grade. She is so excited! It will be different having two in school, so I will probably have to juggle a few scheduling changes.
Esther will celebrate her third birthday this month. I cannot believe what a big girl she is. Paul and I will also celebrate our ninth wedding anniversary this month. It is hard to believe that we have been married that long! The best three years of my life! Just kidding! They have all been wonderful, and I am thankful for the sweet, faithful, and loving husband the Lord has given me.
Paul’s book is now available for sale, and I am so proud of him! He has done a wonderful job, and already we are hearing of how it has blessed so many people. I am so thankful that God has used it in the lives of others. We look forward to the ministry this book will have over the years.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Walking Wounded
Ministry Update
The Lord has been giving us a good meeting here at Cornerstone Baptist Church of Willmar, MN. This is our second meeting here and the Lord has really done a work in the hearts of the people. Tuesday seemed to be a kind of breaking point in the lives of God’s people with several broken and in tears at the altar. Tonight, three walked the aisle to get saved: an adult woman, an adult man, and a teenage guy. The meeting closes tomorrow night and we are looking for great things.
Thank you so much for praying for our ministry. My big shipment of books finally arrived at the church where I was preaching two and a half weeks ago. I have no idea how I will get it, but I will try to have it with me from now on. Thank you for praying for it as well.
Next week, we head for Duluth, MN with its nightly temps in the 30’s. Minnesotans keep wondering where Al Gore is when they need him.
Family Update
Ahh – we are in the final hours of the school year! No one – I repeat – no one is happier to see the summer break arrive than I am. What a relief to have the long days of summer free to enjoy my own pursuits instead of gritting my teeth over a math paper with a frustrated child on the verge of tears. I only grit my teeth to keep from screeching, “What do you mean you don’t know what 3x7 is? We learned that weeks ago! At least, I did!” Instead, I count to 60 or 70 and then smile (the gritted teeth look pretty good at that point) and say, “Let’s count by threes, shall we?” The blank look seems to disappear for a moment and then after the answer is correctly given, we go on to the next problem. A meltdown has been avoided by both contestants. This is one of the many scenarios that play out during the school year. Next fall, we will have to relearn everything that was forgotten over the summer break, including how to grit my teeth while smiling and counting.
Daniel is growing and learning new things all the time. His new favorite trick is swiping a full plate or cup while sitting on my lap at the dinner table. He cleverly waits until I am distracted, and then lunges forward, waving his arms and trying to wreak as much destruction as possible before he is yanked away from the impending disaster. He tries to put everything in his mouth, and is not quite coordinated enough to do it, but he keeps trying. He has figured out what we are doing at the table each meal, and is very interested in the ritual of dinner. Soon, he, too, will be eating us out of house and home. He now rolls over, so “tummy time” is not as dreadful as it used to be – he can get on his back when he is tired of rubbing his face on the blanket. The kids still love him, although the novelty has worn off somewhat. Both of the girls still smother him with attention and affection, but he grins and slobbers and loves every minute of it.
Abigail will turn five years old in just a few days. We are trying to plan a party – not the easiest thing in the world when you have a two-year-old in on the plan. The concept of “secret” just eludes her. (I think the birthday party will also be an unofficial first day of summer break party for me.) I am still wondering how it is all going to work out with our travel and meeting schedule. Anyway – the grand tea party will be attempted. She will love it no matter what, I believe.
Esther and I are waging battle over potty-training. I march her to the bathroom and make her sit, and she complies, but if she is left too long on her own, she ambushes me by leaving puddles around the trailer – on the couch, the kitchen floor, in the bedroom. The other night, she ambushed the nursery worker with a lovely surprise package, much to my dismay. I promised myself that this was the last package of diapers I was buying for her, but three weeks into it, I am beginning to second guess my decision. Pray that we both survive the experience.
The weather here has been rather cool and rainy, but yesterday was an exceptionally beautiful day. I threw all care to the wind, along with all my housework, and took the kids to the park while Daniel was napping. They had a wonderful time playing and running. I particularly enjoyed watching Abigail run sideways after getting off the merry-go-round. Thankfully, the fence that she ran into was a soft one, and she didn’t get hurt. Esther did a front flip off the swing while doing the “superman swing,” but recovered after I brushed off the dirt and gave her a kiss. Josiah was the only one that came home unscathed. I figured that he was already even with the girls since he fell out of the trailer on Saturday. The phrase, “Look before you leap” would have been a very appropriate maxim at this point in his life, since he opened the door and stepped out without looking to see whether the steps were down. SPLAT! (Having done this twice myself I can fully sympathize with him. The only difference was, I didn’t fall on my eyebrow and hip and bleed all over the place. No, I did the full body swing into space as I hurled out the door at full speed, my index finger still gripping desperately to the door handle. I am sure it was quite hilarious had anyone seen it, and I wished at the time, that I had caught it on camera, but it was not to be.) Anyway, there was no serious damage done and Josiah was quite brave and only cried for ten minutes.
We had a tremendous answer to prayer a few weeks ago regarding a difficult family situation. What a blessing to have a God Who hears and answers prayer! We need your prayers as we go out and minister. Thank you for your part in our ministry.
The Lord has been giving us a good meeting here at Cornerstone Baptist Church of Willmar, MN. This is our second meeting here and the Lord has really done a work in the hearts of the people. Tuesday seemed to be a kind of breaking point in the lives of God’s people with several broken and in tears at the altar. Tonight, three walked the aisle to get saved: an adult woman, an adult man, and a teenage guy. The meeting closes tomorrow night and we are looking for great things.
Thank you so much for praying for our ministry. My big shipment of books finally arrived at the church where I was preaching two and a half weeks ago. I have no idea how I will get it, but I will try to have it with me from now on. Thank you for praying for it as well.
Next week, we head for Duluth, MN with its nightly temps in the 30’s. Minnesotans keep wondering where Al Gore is when they need him.
Family Update
Ahh – we are in the final hours of the school year! No one – I repeat – no one is happier to see the summer break arrive than I am. What a relief to have the long days of summer free to enjoy my own pursuits instead of gritting my teeth over a math paper with a frustrated child on the verge of tears. I only grit my teeth to keep from screeching, “What do you mean you don’t know what 3x7 is? We learned that weeks ago! At least, I did!” Instead, I count to 60 or 70 and then smile (the gritted teeth look pretty good at that point) and say, “Let’s count by threes, shall we?” The blank look seems to disappear for a moment and then after the answer is correctly given, we go on to the next problem. A meltdown has been avoided by both contestants. This is one of the many scenarios that play out during the school year. Next fall, we will have to relearn everything that was forgotten over the summer break, including how to grit my teeth while smiling and counting.
Daniel is growing and learning new things all the time. His new favorite trick is swiping a full plate or cup while sitting on my lap at the dinner table. He cleverly waits until I am distracted, and then lunges forward, waving his arms and trying to wreak as much destruction as possible before he is yanked away from the impending disaster. He tries to put everything in his mouth, and is not quite coordinated enough to do it, but he keeps trying. He has figured out what we are doing at the table each meal, and is very interested in the ritual of dinner. Soon, he, too, will be eating us out of house and home. He now rolls over, so “tummy time” is not as dreadful as it used to be – he can get on his back when he is tired of rubbing his face on the blanket. The kids still love him, although the novelty has worn off somewhat. Both of the girls still smother him with attention and affection, but he grins and slobbers and loves every minute of it.
Abigail will turn five years old in just a few days. We are trying to plan a party – not the easiest thing in the world when you have a two-year-old in on the plan. The concept of “secret” just eludes her. (I think the birthday party will also be an unofficial first day of summer break party for me.) I am still wondering how it is all going to work out with our travel and meeting schedule. Anyway – the grand tea party will be attempted. She will love it no matter what, I believe.
Esther and I are waging battle over potty-training. I march her to the bathroom and make her sit, and she complies, but if she is left too long on her own, she ambushes me by leaving puddles around the trailer – on the couch, the kitchen floor, in the bedroom. The other night, she ambushed the nursery worker with a lovely surprise package, much to my dismay. I promised myself that this was the last package of diapers I was buying for her, but three weeks into it, I am beginning to second guess my decision. Pray that we both survive the experience.
The weather here has been rather cool and rainy, but yesterday was an exceptionally beautiful day. I threw all care to the wind, along with all my housework, and took the kids to the park while Daniel was napping. They had a wonderful time playing and running. I particularly enjoyed watching Abigail run sideways after getting off the merry-go-round. Thankfully, the fence that she ran into was a soft one, and she didn’t get hurt. Esther did a front flip off the swing while doing the “superman swing,” but recovered after I brushed off the dirt and gave her a kiss. Josiah was the only one that came home unscathed. I figured that he was already even with the girls since he fell out of the trailer on Saturday. The phrase, “Look before you leap” would have been a very appropriate maxim at this point in his life, since he opened the door and stepped out without looking to see whether the steps were down. SPLAT! (Having done this twice myself I can fully sympathize with him. The only difference was, I didn’t fall on my eyebrow and hip and bleed all over the place. No, I did the full body swing into space as I hurled out the door at full speed, my index finger still gripping desperately to the door handle. I am sure it was quite hilarious had anyone seen it, and I wished at the time, that I had caught it on camera, but it was not to be.) Anyway, there was no serious damage done and Josiah was quite brave and only cried for ten minutes.
We had a tremendous answer to prayer a few weeks ago regarding a difficult family situation. What a blessing to have a God Who hears and answers prayer! We need your prayers as we go out and minister. Thank you for your part in our ministry.
Thursday, April 09, 2009
Book Available
Ministry Update
God has opened up many doors of ministry for us in many preaching opportunities this year. Since our last update, we have ministered in GA, OH, IN, and LA, in addition to being involved at Bible Conference at Ambassador Baptist College in Lattimore NC. God has blessed during this time with a full schedule of meetings.
Right now, I am alone (without my family) in Brooklyn, NY, preaching at the Bay Ridge Baptist Church. God is doing a work here, particularly among the church people. I am bewildered at the number of problems that an urban ministry confronts, but I am even more impressed by the fact that the Bible has the answers to every problem of mankind. As we close the meeting out in the last two nights, I would ask that you pray for Matthew and his wife. Matthew showed up in church for the first time last night and raised his hand for salvation. He comes from a Catholic background and has been searching for a long time for a church. He left the Catholic church because he found the people unfriendly, even though he had grown up with them. By contrast, he was overwhelmed with the friendly greeting he received by Pastor Jason Walker's church people. He also expressed gratitude to me, affirming that my message "really spoke" to him. He raised his hand for salvation during the invitation, but explained to me afterward that he did not come forward because it was his first time and he was in a totally new place. He plans to return on Friday with his wife. Please pray for their salvation.
This meeting closes on Friday and Saturday finds me on a plane to Cincinnati, from which I will then travel to Laurel, IN. The folks at Laurel really love our ministry and have worked extra hard to prepare for this meeting. Please pray especially for Sunday's service that God will save many people who have been invited to come.
My book is finally ready to purchase. There are two ways that you can get the book: first, you wait until I am preaching in your area and buy it from the table at the back after the service; and second, you can purchase it off Amazon.com. The first option is cheaper, but takes longer; the second is quicker, but more expensive. If you choose the second option, click here .
Thank you so much for your continued prayers for our ministry. These are exciting days to serve Christ.
Paul
God has opened up many doors of ministry for us in many preaching opportunities this year. Since our last update, we have ministered in GA, OH, IN, and LA, in addition to being involved at Bible Conference at Ambassador Baptist College in Lattimore NC. God has blessed during this time with a full schedule of meetings.
Right now, I am alone (without my family) in Brooklyn, NY, preaching at the Bay Ridge Baptist Church. God is doing a work here, particularly among the church people. I am bewildered at the number of problems that an urban ministry confronts, but I am even more impressed by the fact that the Bible has the answers to every problem of mankind. As we close the meeting out in the last two nights, I would ask that you pray for Matthew and his wife. Matthew showed up in church for the first time last night and raised his hand for salvation. He comes from a Catholic background and has been searching for a long time for a church. He left the Catholic church because he found the people unfriendly, even though he had grown up with them. By contrast, he was overwhelmed with the friendly greeting he received by Pastor Jason Walker's church people. He also expressed gratitude to me, affirming that my message "really spoke" to him. He raised his hand for salvation during the invitation, but explained to me afterward that he did not come forward because it was his first time and he was in a totally new place. He plans to return on Friday with his wife. Please pray for their salvation.
This meeting closes on Friday and Saturday finds me on a plane to Cincinnati, from which I will then travel to Laurel, IN. The folks at Laurel really love our ministry and have worked extra hard to prepare for this meeting. Please pray especially for Sunday's service that God will save many people who have been invited to come.
My book is finally ready to purchase. There are two ways that you can get the book: first, you wait until I am preaching in your area and buy it from the table at the back after the service; and second, you can purchase it off Amazon.com. The first option is cheaper, but takes longer; the second is quicker, but more expensive. If you choose the second option, click here .
Thank you so much for your continued prayers for our ministry. These are exciting days to serve Christ.
Paul
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Vestigial (Trailer) Organs
Ministry Update
After basing for a couple of weeks out of Pine Forest Estates Baptist Church in Pensacola, FL, we headed across the panhandle into GA today. We left behind some new friends and some good memories: in a small church in Citronelle, AL last Sunday, a girl was saved. Tomorrow it is Leesburg, GA and next week we move to Jessup, GA before blowing back through NC on our way to OH.
My book has brought me more delays than I had ever anticipated, but I hope to have it available for purchase by March 25 of this year. Please keep that date in your prayers.
Family Update
UN-believable! That is my estimation of this day as I reflect back over it. It began when the church work day started at approximately 6:00 a.m., rousing me from slumber with slamming car doors, happy voices (I am not a morning person), and revving leaf blowers. After a futile attempt at going back to sleep, I finally crawled out of bed and prepared for the day. Before we left, I had to run to the store and get a few things. I hurried to the nearby store, and gathered my purchases, glad to find things that matched with my coupons. When I got to the checkout counter, though, the problems began. A manager was called, and things took about five times as long as I had anticipated. After one more stop, I drove toward home, deep in thought. I guess I was a little too deep in thought, since I passed the church and didn’t realize it until I reached the interstate. I turned around, mentally kicking myself, because I knew Paul was in a big hurry to get on the road. When I opened the trailer door, there they all were, sitting – waiting for me.
About an hour into our trip, we had to make an emergency “pit stop.” When I got out of the truck on the side of the road, little ones in tow, I looked up and saw the trailer awning sagging and partially deployed. I quickly ran back to the truck and told Paul we would be a little longer than we had expected. He got out and the fun began. We had to roll the awning out all the way to roll it back up. He ended up climbing on top of the trailer and unrolling one end by hand, while I stood below and pulled on the tarp. It took about ten minutes to fix, and then we were back on the road, grateful that we hadn’t lost this one on the side of the road like its predecessor.
A few miles down the road, another truck, pulling a fifth wheel, pulled alongside us and began honking and pointing. After recovering from the mistaken assumption that they were just “happy campers,” we realized that they were trying to tell us that the stupid awning was flapping again. We pulled over again, and saw that not only was the “sail” out, but the clips that hold the aluminum supports had snapped off, and the pull-down strap had disappeared. Now there was no way other than duct tape to hold the awning onto the top of the trailer, and we were running low on duct tape. Paul climbed back up onto the roof of the trailer to remove the awning. Then it began to pour down rain. I don’t wonder that no one stopped to help us. If I saw an RV on the side of the road with the awning out, a man on the roof in a thunderstorm, and a woman standing in the rain laughing and waving a long lightning-rod looking stick (the steel rod that grabs the loop on the awning to pull it down), I would have kept driving as fast as possible, too.
We finally got the awning off the track, and decided to put it in the trailer. It sounds simple enough, but have you ever tried to shove a wet 20-foot awning through a 26-inch door in a 38-foot trailer with the slides in? We decided the only way that it would work was if we were to extend the slide in the oncoming interstate traffic (speed limit 70 mph) because of the angle. Seeing that this was impossible, we hauled it back out into the rain and pursued the only remaining option which was to simply leave it: yes, it still sits neatly rolled up on the side of Interstate 10 Eastbound in the Florida panhandle. We have decided that we were providentially hindered from having an awning on our trailer, since now we have left two on the roadside within the space of three years. To be quite truthful, we were glad to be rid of the thing. Paul crowed with delight when we removed it, and broke into song, “Thank God, I am FREE, FREE, FREE!”
The rest of the drive was comparatively uneventful. That is, if you disregard the fact that the GPS decided that we had taken the road less traveled, and kept telling us to make a u-turn on the two-lane road. As if we needed anyone else talking in the truck! When we finally reached the church, I got out of the truck looking like a drowned rat that had been resuscitated by a tornado. My hair was dreadful, and my partially wet clothing was smeared with mud from the wrestling match with the erstwhile awning. Paul looked okay, since his hair is so short. I don’t even want to know what the pastor thought when he saw me get out of the truck! It was probably something like, “Aaaaakk! What is that?” or perhaps, “Man, I hope that barn gets some paint before tomorrow!” No comments were made, but the pastor kept asking if we were SURE there was nothing we needed… hair spray, curling iron, spare paper bag…whatever.
We parked the trailer, and lugged our remaining groceries into the church kitchen by way of a cooler. Did I mention that our refrigerator died this week? Talk about exciting! After deciding on supper plans, we sat down to the table and gratefully began to eat. “How nice to have a candlelight dinner,” Paul observed. “What’s the occasion?” I only pointed at the fixture above the table. It contains four bulbs, and to our complete amazement, three of them were blown! Some days, we just have to laugh – and then write an update!
After basing for a couple of weeks out of Pine Forest Estates Baptist Church in Pensacola, FL, we headed across the panhandle into GA today. We left behind some new friends and some good memories: in a small church in Citronelle, AL last Sunday, a girl was saved. Tomorrow it is Leesburg, GA and next week we move to Jessup, GA before blowing back through NC on our way to OH.
My book has brought me more delays than I had ever anticipated, but I hope to have it available for purchase by March 25 of this year. Please keep that date in your prayers.
Family Update
UN-believable! That is my estimation of this day as I reflect back over it. It began when the church work day started at approximately 6:00 a.m., rousing me from slumber with slamming car doors, happy voices (I am not a morning person), and revving leaf blowers. After a futile attempt at going back to sleep, I finally crawled out of bed and prepared for the day. Before we left, I had to run to the store and get a few things. I hurried to the nearby store, and gathered my purchases, glad to find things that matched with my coupons. When I got to the checkout counter, though, the problems began. A manager was called, and things took about five times as long as I had anticipated. After one more stop, I drove toward home, deep in thought. I guess I was a little too deep in thought, since I passed the church and didn’t realize it until I reached the interstate. I turned around, mentally kicking myself, because I knew Paul was in a big hurry to get on the road. When I opened the trailer door, there they all were, sitting – waiting for me.
About an hour into our trip, we had to make an emergency “pit stop.” When I got out of the truck on the side of the road, little ones in tow, I looked up and saw the trailer awning sagging and partially deployed. I quickly ran back to the truck and told Paul we would be a little longer than we had expected. He got out and the fun began. We had to roll the awning out all the way to roll it back up. He ended up climbing on top of the trailer and unrolling one end by hand, while I stood below and pulled on the tarp. It took about ten minutes to fix, and then we were back on the road, grateful that we hadn’t lost this one on the side of the road like its predecessor.
A few miles down the road, another truck, pulling a fifth wheel, pulled alongside us and began honking and pointing. After recovering from the mistaken assumption that they were just “happy campers,” we realized that they were trying to tell us that the stupid awning was flapping again. We pulled over again, and saw that not only was the “sail” out, but the clips that hold the aluminum supports had snapped off, and the pull-down strap had disappeared. Now there was no way other than duct tape to hold the awning onto the top of the trailer, and we were running low on duct tape. Paul climbed back up onto the roof of the trailer to remove the awning. Then it began to pour down rain. I don’t wonder that no one stopped to help us. If I saw an RV on the side of the road with the awning out, a man on the roof in a thunderstorm, and a woman standing in the rain laughing and waving a long lightning-rod looking stick (the steel rod that grabs the loop on the awning to pull it down), I would have kept driving as fast as possible, too.
We finally got the awning off the track, and decided to put it in the trailer. It sounds simple enough, but have you ever tried to shove a wet 20-foot awning through a 26-inch door in a 38-foot trailer with the slides in? We decided the only way that it would work was if we were to extend the slide in the oncoming interstate traffic (speed limit 70 mph) because of the angle. Seeing that this was impossible, we hauled it back out into the rain and pursued the only remaining option which was to simply leave it: yes, it still sits neatly rolled up on the side of Interstate 10 Eastbound in the Florida panhandle. We have decided that we were providentially hindered from having an awning on our trailer, since now we have left two on the roadside within the space of three years. To be quite truthful, we were glad to be rid of the thing. Paul crowed with delight when we removed it, and broke into song, “Thank God, I am FREE, FREE, FREE!”
The rest of the drive was comparatively uneventful. That is, if you disregard the fact that the GPS decided that we had taken the road less traveled, and kept telling us to make a u-turn on the two-lane road. As if we needed anyone else talking in the truck! When we finally reached the church, I got out of the truck looking like a drowned rat that had been resuscitated by a tornado. My hair was dreadful, and my partially wet clothing was smeared with mud from the wrestling match with the erstwhile awning. Paul looked okay, since his hair is so short. I don’t even want to know what the pastor thought when he saw me get out of the truck! It was probably something like, “Aaaaakk! What is that?” or perhaps, “Man, I hope that barn gets some paint before tomorrow!” No comments were made, but the pastor kept asking if we were SURE there was nothing we needed… hair spray, curling iron, spare paper bag…whatever.
We parked the trailer, and lugged our remaining groceries into the church kitchen by way of a cooler. Did I mention that our refrigerator died this week? Talk about exciting! After deciding on supper plans, we sat down to the table and gratefully began to eat. “How nice to have a candlelight dinner,” Paul observed. “What’s the occasion?” I only pointed at the fixture above the table. It contains four bulbs, and to our complete amazement, three of them were blown! Some days, we just have to laugh – and then write an update!
Monday, February 16, 2009
Matrimonial Musings
Ministry Update
One of the unsavory parts of evangelism is the reality of a cancellation. There is always a sinking in my heart whenever a man has to cancel a meeting. This week's meeting was canceled on short notice, just six days before. Like all cancellations, it was disappointing, but the Lord knew what He was doing. The Lord did open the door for me to teach/preach an adult Sunday school class today. That was a blessing. The pastor made it known to me that he was checking me out with the possibility of having me back, should the Lord lead.
We have been able to get to know the people of the church, having participated in a Valentine's banquet on Friday night. I even got to meet a vagrant who talked to the pastor about sleeping on the church property. ("Hey pastor. I am on my way to Oregon. Would you mind if I spread my sleeping bag on the church property?") He and his dog were offered a place in the bus instead of the ground. I wonder what this guy will do when he gets to Idaho later on this month. Will he still sleep on the ground? Anyway, when in Florida...
Family Update
Ahhh... back on the road again! We left Kings Mountain last week and headed for warmer climates - namely, Alabama and Florida. Our first meeting was in Tuscaloosa, AL, where we had some refreshing fellowship with the pastor and his family. Josiah seemed quite impressed with the pastor's six-year-old daughter. When we came back to the trailer after all the kids had been playing all afternoon, Josiah told me that he wanted to marry C-----. I told him that he would need to talk to her dad about that first. He thought about that for a minute, then asked if he had to talk to his own dad, too. I said it would probably be a good idea. Then he asked me what I thought. I told him she was kind of young, and that he should probably wait a decade or so. "Besides," I reminded him, "I thought you said you wanted to marry M----- (another pastor's daughter)." He sighed gustily and said, "There are just so many girls that I think I like! I wish I were in the Old Testament so I could marry them all!"
Abigail has made some new friends this trip as well. She told me this morning that now she has sixteen friends! She doesn't know their names, but they are her friends nonetheless.
Esther is enjoying her baby brother immensely. Sometimes I think her love for him stems from the fact that he is the only person in our trailer who can't tell her what to do. She loves to get in his face and laugh and talk very loudly and excitedly. Usually, it is something like, "AWWWWW! DANIEL IS SO CUTE!" Daniel, in the meantime, has nowhere to go, and must endure the blaring voice ten millimeters from his startled eyeballs. If he actually smiles, it is cause for more loud and excited talking, "MAMA! DANIEL SMILED AT ME! AWWWW! DANIEL IS SO CUTE! HAHAHAHA!" I usually rescue him when his lower lip starts to protrude - right before the big "Waaah!"
Daniel is growing like a weed. Tomorrow he will be three months old. He can hold his head up quite well, and is starting to try to roll over. He definitely makes his preferences known. He likes to be held sitting upright facing out or looking over your shoulder. None of this sissy lying down stuff for him! He also has a definite preference for his mother. He can be smiling and cooing, and the minute I shut the door behind me to run to the store all semblance of happiness disappears, or at least, that is what I have been led to believe. Frequently, I have received phone calls from the baby's father, who, when I answer the phone, holds the receiver next to the mouth of the howling infant. This is my cue to grab the rest of my purchases and head home post-haste. What would we do without the conveniences of modern technology?
I have been having fun the last several months with a new hobby of sorts - coupons! The Lord has enabled me to learn from some of the best, and I actually enjoy the activity! It really has made a big difference in our grocery bill, and I get a big thrill when I bring home several bags of "stuff" and a receipt for just a few cents. I still have much to learn, but I am confident that one day I will become one of those "gurus" that actually do so well that the store pays them to take home groceries! I have managed to save 40-60% of our grocery bill each month by this method, and with the sagging economy, it has been a big blessing, since we didn't get bailed out - yet!
We are currently in Pensacola, FL, and have had the opportunity to spend time with old friends as well as meet some new ones. Please pray that the Lord will continue to bring us into the path of good men and that we will know how to effectively minister to them as the Lord opens the doors.
One of the unsavory parts of evangelism is the reality of a cancellation. There is always a sinking in my heart whenever a man has to cancel a meeting. This week's meeting was canceled on short notice, just six days before. Like all cancellations, it was disappointing, but the Lord knew what He was doing. The Lord did open the door for me to teach/preach an adult Sunday school class today. That was a blessing. The pastor made it known to me that he was checking me out with the possibility of having me back, should the Lord lead.
We have been able to get to know the people of the church, having participated in a Valentine's banquet on Friday night. I even got to meet a vagrant who talked to the pastor about sleeping on the church property. ("Hey pastor. I am on my way to Oregon. Would you mind if I spread my sleeping bag on the church property?") He and his dog were offered a place in the bus instead of the ground. I wonder what this guy will do when he gets to Idaho later on this month. Will he still sleep on the ground? Anyway, when in Florida...
Family Update
Ahhh... back on the road again! We left Kings Mountain last week and headed for warmer climates - namely, Alabama and Florida. Our first meeting was in Tuscaloosa, AL, where we had some refreshing fellowship with the pastor and his family. Josiah seemed quite impressed with the pastor's six-year-old daughter. When we came back to the trailer after all the kids had been playing all afternoon, Josiah told me that he wanted to marry C-----. I told him that he would need to talk to her dad about that first. He thought about that for a minute, then asked if he had to talk to his own dad, too. I said it would probably be a good idea. Then he asked me what I thought. I told him she was kind of young, and that he should probably wait a decade or so. "Besides," I reminded him, "I thought you said you wanted to marry M----- (another pastor's daughter)." He sighed gustily and said, "There are just so many girls that I think I like! I wish I were in the Old Testament so I could marry them all!"
Abigail has made some new friends this trip as well. She told me this morning that now she has sixteen friends! She doesn't know their names, but they are her friends nonetheless.
Esther is enjoying her baby brother immensely. Sometimes I think her love for him stems from the fact that he is the only person in our trailer who can't tell her what to do. She loves to get in his face and laugh and talk very loudly and excitedly. Usually, it is something like, "AWWWWW! DANIEL IS SO CUTE!" Daniel, in the meantime, has nowhere to go, and must endure the blaring voice ten millimeters from his startled eyeballs. If he actually smiles, it is cause for more loud and excited talking, "MAMA! DANIEL SMILED AT ME! AWWWW! DANIEL IS SO CUTE! HAHAHAHA!" I usually rescue him when his lower lip starts to protrude - right before the big "Waaah!"
Daniel is growing like a weed. Tomorrow he will be three months old. He can hold his head up quite well, and is starting to try to roll over. He definitely makes his preferences known. He likes to be held sitting upright facing out or looking over your shoulder. None of this sissy lying down stuff for him! He also has a definite preference for his mother. He can be smiling and cooing, and the minute I shut the door behind me to run to the store all semblance of happiness disappears, or at least, that is what I have been led to believe. Frequently, I have received phone calls from the baby's father, who, when I answer the phone, holds the receiver next to the mouth of the howling infant. This is my cue to grab the rest of my purchases and head home post-haste. What would we do without the conveniences of modern technology?
I have been having fun the last several months with a new hobby of sorts - coupons! The Lord has enabled me to learn from some of the best, and I actually enjoy the activity! It really has made a big difference in our grocery bill, and I get a big thrill when I bring home several bags of "stuff" and a receipt for just a few cents. I still have much to learn, but I am confident that one day I will become one of those "gurus" that actually do so well that the store pays them to take home groceries! I have managed to save 40-60% of our grocery bill each month by this method, and with the sagging economy, it has been a big blessing, since we didn't get bailed out - yet!
We are currently in Pensacola, FL, and have had the opportunity to spend time with old friends as well as meet some new ones. Please pray that the Lord will continue to bring us into the path of good men and that we will know how to effectively minister to them as the Lord opens the doors.
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Book Update
Ministry Update
The Lord has been good to keep us safe through all of our travels. Safe and sane, too. Have you ever traveled in a vehicle in which every seat was filled? It is close fellowship, to say the least. We pulled 13 ½ hours that way on Saturday on our way to our meeting in eastern NC.
Many have asked about the status of my book. The electronic edits are now over and I have only to review a physical copy of the book and approve it before it will be available for sale. It would be nice to have the book before we head to AL. I will let everyone know when it is available for sale.
Thank you for your prayers.
Paul
The Lord has been good to keep us safe through all of our travels. Safe and sane, too. Have you ever traveled in a vehicle in which every seat was filled? It is close fellowship, to say the least. We pulled 13 ½ hours that way on Saturday on our way to our meeting in eastern NC.
Many have asked about the status of my book. The electronic edits are now over and I have only to review a physical copy of the book and approve it before it will be available for sale. It would be nice to have the book before we head to AL. I will let everyone know when it is available for sale.
Thank you for your prayers.
Paul
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
The Angel of the LORD
Ministry Update
"The angel of the LORD encampeth round about them that fear him, and delivereth them."
Psalm 34:7
After settling my family in with Sarah’s Mom and Stepdad in Troy, OH, I drove to Louisville, KY, where I am to assist Evangelist Byron Foxx with his National Leadership Conference. The weather was the worst driving weather I have ever seen. Not only is I-71 almost entirely downhill between Cincinnati and Louisville, but the counties/state also did not plow the roads. Not only was freezing rain my constant companion throughout the trip (which takes three hours under normal conditions), but I also had the great experience of skiing in four-wheeled vehicle over 2-4 inches of packed snow.
My average speed for the trip was about 35 mph except on one exceptionally long hill. I wasn't giving the vehicle any throttle, yet I found the car (I borrowed my Mother-in-law’s car for the trip) accelerating at an alarming rate. It was when I gently applied the brakes that I realized that my tires were no longer in contact with the road. For the first time in my life, I was actually skiing. I confess it was not nearly as fun as I have heard people make it out to be, but then again, it might have been different had I been on skis instead of wheels. I found the experience particularly perturbing when the back end of the car tried to pass the front end of the car going down the hill. Attempts to correct this attitude with the steering wheel gave initial promises of success at first, but soon proved worthless. I found myself copying the tactics of Russian Cold War submariners in a maneuver the US Navy sometimes calls a “Crazy Ivan.” In order that I might fully inspect the baffled motorists behind me, I spun the car in a complete 360-degree turn, finally stalling the engine and coming to rest on the left shoulder. In reality, I had voted against the Crazy Ivan but found myself in the minority, being outvoted by gravity and lack of friction.
The event ended rather anticlimactically, however. I simply put the vehicle in park, restarted the motor and continued at my normal speed of about 35 miles an hour. Nearly six hours after I left Troy, OH, I finally arrived in Louisville safe and sound.
Then, I tried to step out of the car onto the icy sidewalk and the real danger started…but that is another story.
"The angel of the LORD encampeth round about them that fear him, and delivereth them."
Psalm 34:7
After settling my family in with Sarah’s Mom and Stepdad in Troy, OH, I drove to Louisville, KY, where I am to assist Evangelist Byron Foxx with his National Leadership Conference. The weather was the worst driving weather I have ever seen. Not only is I-71 almost entirely downhill between Cincinnati and Louisville, but the counties/state also did not plow the roads. Not only was freezing rain my constant companion throughout the trip (which takes three hours under normal conditions), but I also had the great experience of skiing in four-wheeled vehicle over 2-4 inches of packed snow.
My average speed for the trip was about 35 mph except on one exceptionally long hill. I wasn't giving the vehicle any throttle, yet I found the car (I borrowed my Mother-in-law’s car for the trip) accelerating at an alarming rate. It was when I gently applied the brakes that I realized that my tires were no longer in contact with the road. For the first time in my life, I was actually skiing. I confess it was not nearly as fun as I have heard people make it out to be, but then again, it might have been different had I been on skis instead of wheels. I found the experience particularly perturbing when the back end of the car tried to pass the front end of the car going down the hill. Attempts to correct this attitude with the steering wheel gave initial promises of success at first, but soon proved worthless. I found myself copying the tactics of Russian Cold War submariners in a maneuver the US Navy sometimes calls a “Crazy Ivan.” In order that I might fully inspect the baffled motorists behind me, I spun the car in a complete 360-degree turn, finally stalling the engine and coming to rest on the left shoulder. In reality, I had voted against the Crazy Ivan but found myself in the minority, being outvoted by gravity and lack of friction.
The event ended rather anticlimactically, however. I simply put the vehicle in park, restarted the motor and continued at my normal speed of about 35 miles an hour. Nearly six hours after I left Troy, OH, I finally arrived in Louisville safe and sound.
Then, I tried to step out of the car onto the icy sidewalk and the real danger started…but that is another story.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Spectacle
Ministry Update
The Lord provided a preaching opportunity for me in the end of last year. I left for Alexandria, VA on Saturday, December 27, 2008 in a vehicle that had recently been made available to me to use. It had a lot of miles, but it was Toyota-they go forever, right? After being warned to change the oil before making my trip, I promptly disregarded the advice and decided to head out anyway. In my understanding, dirty oil was not good, but it could wait until after I got back and had some time to change it.
The trip was a smooth one on the way up. Inexpensive, as well: I was able to drive from my home in NC to northern VA on less than $40 of fuel. I have never in all of my ministry been able to do that.
The Lord blessed at the Lighthouse Baptist Church where I preached on Sunday, December 28. I had a wonderful time staying in the home of a family in the church, and it was not long before I was all packed for the trip back home in the car. The trip back home was as uneventful as the trip up-that is, until I got to Petersburg, VA. At Petersburg, I stopped at a gas station to take a brief break before heading onto I-85 and continuing my trip. On my way to the restroom in the gas station, I passed their quarts of oil and wondered if I should buy any. I went out and checked the oil, but it seemed to have oil on the dipstick, and above the add mark. It may have been dirty, so I thought, but it should be sufficient to get me home.
I had not been back on the interstate ten minutes, when the car began to lose power going down a hill. Not a good sign. I instantly pulled to the side of the road and shut off the engine. It has never started again. It had gone 261,000 miles, the last part of that with oil trouble and had decided that enough was enough. When I checked the oil this time, the dipstick was dry.
Now I found myself 60 miles deep in VA on I-85 with no way to get home. I called a friend in Richmond, but he happened to be out of town visiting family, ironically less than 60 miles from my home. I tried calling others, but all to no avail. Finally, I thought of another friend in Gaston, NC, and called him. In the providence of God, he was planning a trip to my home area and had not left home yet. He swung up into VA to get me and took me all the way back home.
I got home, secured the help of a friend and a tow dolly, and headed back to get the broken down car off the side of the road. It took us all night to get to where the vehicle was, get it onto the dolly and get it back home. It now sits in the church parking lot, not far from our trailer. If anyone happens to have a motor for a 1998 Toyota Camry lying around that needs a worn out body to go with it, let me know.
January has kept us at home where I have preached in my home church and taught adult Sunday school every Sunday in January on the subject of Baptist history in America since the Constitution. That series ends a week from tomorrow, after which we will hit the road again.
We are closer than ever to my book's completion, although nothing has gone as fast as I would have liked. I will let everyone know when it is finally done.
Our website has a new look and we would invite you to check it out. The new look is another product of Sarah's creative talents.
Thank you for your prayers.
Family Update
The last two months have been a flurry of activity around our house. Of course, with the new baby, there are more chores and new routines that must be established for the entire family. At two months of age, Daniel now needs a moderate amount of quiet in order to get the rest that he needs. He can still sleep amidst the dull roar of the other three children, but it is getting more difficult. He is also on the brink of outgrowing the bassinet, which means that he will be sleeping in the same room as the kids very soon. Hopefully, his night cries will not disturb the sleep of his siblings too much. He is a very happy and contented baby most of the time, for which I am grateful.
Josiah has resumed school after the Christmas break, and is working hard to be done as soon as possible. He is already counting the "days left" of school this year.
Abigail and Esther keep each other company while Josiah is doing school, and get along quite well until they start fighting. I have dubbed their many squabbles, "the Polly Wars," since most of their disagreements are over the tiny dolls and their rubber clothing. At any time during the day, you could walk into our trailer and see what looks like a maid service commercial. Toys are strewn from one end of the trailer to the other, although lately, I have made our bedroom off limits to toys. This came about from too often jumping out of bed in the middle of the night and stepping on a toy soldier with plastic bayonet, or perhaps, a toy spaghetti spoon with eight sharp tines pointed at the sky. I told them they can play anywhere but in my room. There are also the mounds of laundry - both clean and dirty that either needs to be put away or washed. (Does it ever really get done?) Paul has done so much in helping around the house until I can get back into the swing of things and juggle the normal chores along with the demands of school and a new baby. I am so thankful for his work - he has truly gone above and beyond!
Currently, all the children are sick with head and chest congestion. Daniel and Josiah are both struggling to overcome the infection. Daniel succumbed to the sickness after having the other three breathe, cough, and sneeze in his face for two weeks. Josiah still continues to have breathing problems, and we aren't sure what is troubling him. He is on a very restricted diet in order to help control asthmatic flare-ups, but still struggles daily and must have nebulizer treatments to keep his airways clear. We covet your prayers for all of our children's health, but especially his right now. Soon we will be on the road again, and we never know what we will encounter from week to week. Your prayers are greatly appreciated.
Recently, my ancient glasses (circa 2000) bit the dust when a rivet in the frame broke and sent my right lens spinning onto the ground. They could not be fixed, and therefore, whenever I took out my contacts, having no backup coke bottles, I was in danger of running into walls and falling down steps. I suppose I could have tried the monacle thing, but that gets tiring on the cheeks when you have to squinch your face around the lens! There was no option but to get new spectacles. I made an appointment with the eye doctor, and dutifully went in to have my eyes examined. They gave me a new prescription, and I started looking at frames. I was horrified to find that the only available styles were straight out of my parent's high school year books! Aaagh! I found a really nice (gag) pair of blue cat-eye glasses, but decided that they wouldn't match enough of my outfits. There was one pair that looked like the kind an eighty-year-old organist would wear, you know - big, round lenses set in pink plastic frames with the bead chain around the neck. They were eerily reminiscent of the glasses I had in junior high, and I passed them by so I wouldn't get stuck in a fashion rut. Mine were brown, however, not pink. Paul went with me, and we had a hilarious time trying out the different frames and laughing and taking pictures of one another. Had our children been teenagers, they would doubtless have died of embarrassment at our shameless display of immaturity. As it was, though, they just thought the pictures were funny. So I finally decided on a suitable pair and am getting used to seeing myself in them.
It was shortly thereafter that Josiah decided he needed to wear glasses, too. We had an old pair of "Groucho" glasses (some of you may remember that family picture) that seemed to fit the bill. Thankfully, the nose had fallen off some time ago, so it was just the big black frames and woofy eyebrows. He commenced to wearing them around the clock. He wore them while doing his schoolwork, while playing cowboys and Indians, while reading, and at mealtimes. We drew the line however, at wearing them to church. He was somewhat disappointed at this, but recovered quickly. It was all I could do not to laugh when he came strolling out of his room in the morning clad in his pajamas and "grouchos." Sometime, try having a serious conversation with a seven-year-old wearing the most ridiculous pair of plastic glasses that keep falling down his nose. What a riot! I took several pictures of him wearing the glasses, so we can scare off any hopeful girls when he gets old enough to date. These pictures, along with the fact that he has stated he wants to have nineteen children, will probably scare off any normal girls anyway, so he may be living at home for quite some time! I hope the groucho phase won't last until then, or we may never get rid of him! Ha!
There is so much more that I could write, but since I have already been accused of being quite verbose in this update, I shall draw the proverbial line and end right here. I plan that the next update will not be so long in coming. Keep us in your prayers, for they are much needed.
The Lord provided a preaching opportunity for me in the end of last year. I left for Alexandria, VA on Saturday, December 27, 2008 in a vehicle that had recently been made available to me to use. It had a lot of miles, but it was Toyota-they go forever, right? After being warned to change the oil before making my trip, I promptly disregarded the advice and decided to head out anyway. In my understanding, dirty oil was not good, but it could wait until after I got back and had some time to change it.
The trip was a smooth one on the way up. Inexpensive, as well: I was able to drive from my home in NC to northern VA on less than $40 of fuel. I have never in all of my ministry been able to do that.
The Lord blessed at the Lighthouse Baptist Church where I preached on Sunday, December 28. I had a wonderful time staying in the home of a family in the church, and it was not long before I was all packed for the trip back home in the car. The trip back home was as uneventful as the trip up-that is, until I got to Petersburg, VA. At Petersburg, I stopped at a gas station to take a brief break before heading onto I-85 and continuing my trip. On my way to the restroom in the gas station, I passed their quarts of oil and wondered if I should buy any. I went out and checked the oil, but it seemed to have oil on the dipstick, and above the add mark. It may have been dirty, so I thought, but it should be sufficient to get me home.
I had not been back on the interstate ten minutes, when the car began to lose power going down a hill. Not a good sign. I instantly pulled to the side of the road and shut off the engine. It has never started again. It had gone 261,000 miles, the last part of that with oil trouble and had decided that enough was enough. When I checked the oil this time, the dipstick was dry.
Now I found myself 60 miles deep in VA on I-85 with no way to get home. I called a friend in Richmond, but he happened to be out of town visiting family, ironically less than 60 miles from my home. I tried calling others, but all to no avail. Finally, I thought of another friend in Gaston, NC, and called him. In the providence of God, he was planning a trip to my home area and had not left home yet. He swung up into VA to get me and took me all the way back home.
I got home, secured the help of a friend and a tow dolly, and headed back to get the broken down car off the side of the road. It took us all night to get to where the vehicle was, get it onto the dolly and get it back home. It now sits in the church parking lot, not far from our trailer. If anyone happens to have a motor for a 1998 Toyota Camry lying around that needs a worn out body to go with it, let me know.
January has kept us at home where I have preached in my home church and taught adult Sunday school every Sunday in January on the subject of Baptist history in America since the Constitution. That series ends a week from tomorrow, after which we will hit the road again.
We are closer than ever to my book's completion, although nothing has gone as fast as I would have liked. I will let everyone know when it is finally done.
Our website has a new look and we would invite you to check it out. The new look is another product of Sarah's creative talents.
Thank you for your prayers.
Family Update
The last two months have been a flurry of activity around our house. Of course, with the new baby, there are more chores and new routines that must be established for the entire family. At two months of age, Daniel now needs a moderate amount of quiet in order to get the rest that he needs. He can still sleep amidst the dull roar of the other three children, but it is getting more difficult. He is also on the brink of outgrowing the bassinet, which means that he will be sleeping in the same room as the kids very soon. Hopefully, his night cries will not disturb the sleep of his siblings too much. He is a very happy and contented baby most of the time, for which I am grateful.
Josiah has resumed school after the Christmas break, and is working hard to be done as soon as possible. He is already counting the "days left" of school this year.
Abigail and Esther keep each other company while Josiah is doing school, and get along quite well until they start fighting. I have dubbed their many squabbles, "the Polly Wars," since most of their disagreements are over the tiny dolls and their rubber clothing. At any time during the day, you could walk into our trailer and see what looks like a maid service commercial. Toys are strewn from one end of the trailer to the other, although lately, I have made our bedroom off limits to toys. This came about from too often jumping out of bed in the middle of the night and stepping on a toy soldier with plastic bayonet, or perhaps, a toy spaghetti spoon with eight sharp tines pointed at the sky. I told them they can play anywhere but in my room. There are also the mounds of laundry - both clean and dirty that either needs to be put away or washed. (Does it ever really get done?) Paul has done so much in helping around the house until I can get back into the swing of things and juggle the normal chores along with the demands of school and a new baby. I am so thankful for his work - he has truly gone above and beyond!
Currently, all the children are sick with head and chest congestion. Daniel and Josiah are both struggling to overcome the infection. Daniel succumbed to the sickness after having the other three breathe, cough, and sneeze in his face for two weeks. Josiah still continues to have breathing problems, and we aren't sure what is troubling him. He is on a very restricted diet in order to help control asthmatic flare-ups, but still struggles daily and must have nebulizer treatments to keep his airways clear. We covet your prayers for all of our children's health, but especially his right now. Soon we will be on the road again, and we never know what we will encounter from week to week. Your prayers are greatly appreciated.
Recently, my ancient glasses (circa 2000) bit the dust when a rivet in the frame broke and sent my right lens spinning onto the ground. They could not be fixed, and therefore, whenever I took out my contacts, having no backup coke bottles, I was in danger of running into walls and falling down steps. I suppose I could have tried the monacle thing, but that gets tiring on the cheeks when you have to squinch your face around the lens! There was no option but to get new spectacles. I made an appointment with the eye doctor, and dutifully went in to have my eyes examined. They gave me a new prescription, and I started looking at frames. I was horrified to find that the only available styles were straight out of my parent's high school year books! Aaagh! I found a really nice (gag) pair of blue cat-eye glasses, but decided that they wouldn't match enough of my outfits. There was one pair that looked like the kind an eighty-year-old organist would wear, you know - big, round lenses set in pink plastic frames with the bead chain around the neck. They were eerily reminiscent of the glasses I had in junior high, and I passed them by so I wouldn't get stuck in a fashion rut. Mine were brown, however, not pink. Paul went with me, and we had a hilarious time trying out the different frames and laughing and taking pictures of one another. Had our children been teenagers, they would doubtless have died of embarrassment at our shameless display of immaturity. As it was, though, they just thought the pictures were funny. So I finally decided on a suitable pair and am getting used to seeing myself in them.
It was shortly thereafter that Josiah decided he needed to wear glasses, too. We had an old pair of "Groucho" glasses (some of you may remember that family picture) that seemed to fit the bill. Thankfully, the nose had fallen off some time ago, so it was just the big black frames and woofy eyebrows. He commenced to wearing them around the clock. He wore them while doing his schoolwork, while playing cowboys and Indians, while reading, and at mealtimes. We drew the line however, at wearing them to church. He was somewhat disappointed at this, but recovered quickly. It was all I could do not to laugh when he came strolling out of his room in the morning clad in his pajamas and "grouchos." Sometime, try having a serious conversation with a seven-year-old wearing the most ridiculous pair of plastic glasses that keep falling down his nose. What a riot! I took several pictures of him wearing the glasses, so we can scare off any hopeful girls when he gets old enough to date. These pictures, along with the fact that he has stated he wants to have nineteen children, will probably scare off any normal girls anyway, so he may be living at home for quite some time! I hope the groucho phase won't last until then, or we may never get rid of him! Ha!
There is so much more that I could write, but since I have already been accused of being quite verbose in this update, I shall draw the proverbial line and end right here. I plan that the next update will not be so long in coming. Keep us in your prayers, for they are much needed.
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