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Tuesday, September 20, 2016

She being dead yet speaketh

Yesterday was a little rough, with lots of "gotta get there on time" tension.

We had to leave home well before six, to race across town to Paul's first school with him scheduled to speak at 7:30 AM.  That's normal, but all three of us had to go with him which is not the norm.  I made breakfast tortillas the night before, filled with bacon and eggs.  I made one apiece for the boys and me, and two for Paul.  Note to self:  one apiece is not enough for teenage boys.  So on top of other tensions, tummies were growling. 

From school #1, we raced to the thickest part of Cape Town, downtown, to the Absa Building, a skyscraper where we had an appointment on the 21st floor.  I wish I had a picture because the view of Table Bay is pretty from up there, but we had other things on our minds.  Finding parking was a priority, then the sprint to the Absa building, passing security in the lobby, and going up the elevator to where we get to wait, get told we blew it, and leave. 

By then we're late to school #2, so we have to jog across streets and sidewalks, all in the shadow of skyscrapers, back to the car, and head off to find this second school. 

Tummies are roaring by this stage. 

Tensions were tamed though, every time we got into the car.  We had Rosalind Goforth's book, How I Know God Answers Prayer playing in the car.  I downloaded it from here at Librivox.org.  The exact page is this one. 

How thoroughly refreshing!  Hearing her problems, and the Lord's answers to her prayers, put our own pressures and problems in perspective.  Their family very nearly were killed in the Boxer Rebellion of 1900.  They were beaten bloody, lost everything they had including some of the clothes they were wearing, and were very grateful to escape with their lives. 

Just after one of the Chinese attacks, their son Paul exclaimed, "This is just like a Henty book!"  Our boys have read some Henty books too, so the 100 year gap in our two families was bridged by knowing we read some of the same books.  We follow the same God, we have the same goals to lead many to Him, and to make our time count.  Cool!  History lives! 

I just felt the tension seep out as we listened in between each rushing session.  And then today I got into a conversation with another Mom, telling her about some answered prayers in my own life.  It was good to look back on what the Lord had done and remember, and share with another person. 

I saw on Wikipedia that Rosalind Goforth went to Heaven in 1942.  I mean, Wikipedia didn't mention Heaven, but you know what I mean.  Wouldn't it be wonderful to leave things behind that could still be helping people all these years after death? 












Tuesday, August 16, 2016

A Homeschooler's Nightmare

Imagine the scenario.  You've been graduated from homeschooling for months.  You're enrolled in higher education, and suddenly, without warning, your mother has an attack of conscience!  She is convinced she didn't do enough crafts with you when you were a sweet little homeschooler, so she calls your 6'7" self into the dining room, where your 6'5" brother is dutifully waiting.  There before you is a slightly juvenile craft. 

Choices loom in your mind (I'm guessing).  Is there some way out of this?  Should you protest, "I'm a man now?"   

Maybe that verse pops into your head, "Despise not thy mother when she is old."  That's such a good verse. I'm valuing it more with every passing year.

So with all good grace, you cave in and make a little glass jar to look like a Lego man head.  Because of the good grace, it's a good time, a good memory, and not an ugly confrontation.
Still, I imagine you hope this isn't going to happen too often. 

Thursday, July 28, 2016

Amigos del Peru

 Peru from the ground or Peru from the air, it's all fascinating.  I think these are salt marshes.  But the land is not my favorite thing about Peru.  The people are my favorite thing. 
 Marie, Cecilia, and Nancy, are in the super special category.  Nancy was my roommate in 1988-89, our first years in Lima.  We did a lot of goofy things together, and nearly starved ourselves as neither of us could cook much at all.  We each dedicated ourselves to learning one good recipe.  I learned pizza, and Nancy learned Chicken Cauliflower Skillet, which she never cooks now, and is a Young family favorite. 

Nancy and I were at Bob Jones together, in Spanish class together.  When I was making my plans to come to Peru, Mr. Frey, the principal at Fetzer Memorial Christian Academy where I would teach, wound up our conversation with, "Well, that's settled.  Now I just need to find a history teacher."  My heart started to pound!  I was satisfied it was the Lord's will for me to be a teacher in Peru, but I sure would feel better if I had a friend going along too!  I told him about Nancy.  She played hard to get for a bit, but eventually caved in and has been in love with Peru ever since! 

She did have to leave in 1989, for one year, so I moved in with Marie.  She taught me, some times with her elbow, more about loving my Peruvian neighbor than anyone else.  "Greet that lady!" was whispered, and punctuated with that elbow as I tended to hang back and be shy. Whatever she does, Marie does heartily, as to the Lord, and I love her style.  I could go on and on.  We shared a love for Pepsi, her dog, who added a fun short dimension to our home in Salamanca.  I had always wanted a home full of company, visitors, ministry:  LIFE!  and Marie had a home like that.   

Cecilia, in the middle, was 12 when I met her.  I love her and her family.  I knew her for the two years in Peru, and also when she came to the States to go to Bob Jones.  She teases Paul worse than anyone else I can think of, even his own siblings.  The two of them are quite a pair.  The first time we came to Peru together, Ceci and Paul lost me for a bit as they were playing hide-and-go-seek in the National Museum!  They help each other get in touch with their inner child, maybe? 
 In Lima, I had a wonderful church, the Iglesia Bautista de Salamanca where I went.  When we got together, with my "jovenes" (youth) group, we had to take lots of pictures of each other. 


 Here's a little glimpse of what I mean about Cecilia and Paul.  :- )

 The "youth" group is such fun to see again.  It's so encouraging to hear their successes, to see them going on in the church, and with the Lord, and with each other.  Lifelong friendships are rare treasures. 

 I'm expecting Evangel to take this picture for her blog (click here to go there) because it looks like it could go with lots of verses about gates and the promised land.  I thought of her when I took it.  That waterfall is from a glacier above the town of Arin.  The people actually changed the course of the glacier's run-off to get it to come down this side of the mountain so they could use its water. 
I got to hike up by the waterfall with Barb Whatley (whose face shows the most) when she was showing some visitors how to get there.  She also told us about some mummies who had been buried there in a crevice on the way.  Peru is so full of undiscovered mummies, she said. 

She was in Peru some when I was there, but we didn't know each other.  Please pray for her and her family as they're needing to sell their house and move from the mountains to the jungle.  We stayed with her for several days, and I loved how she seized this opportunity to share with a group of athletes in Peru for volunteer work. 

"How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of them that bring good tidings...!"  Isaiah 52:7   They need the Lord's help and our prayers. 

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Glimpses of Cuzco


We are home in Cape Town, South Africa, after a
very special month in Peru.  It took us so long to get home that Josh grew another inch somewhere in there!  (He's 6'5" and I'm 5'6" so we're complimentary.)  We didn't have our Yellow Fever Certificates, only copies of them, so the airlines wouldn't let us on our scheduled flight from Sao Paolo, Brazil, to Johannesburg, South Africa.  Instead we had to hang out an extra 5 1/2 hours, wondering if we'd get out on the next flight, which we finally did.  We didn't have a Brazilian visa so we had to stay in the airport.

We missed our flight from Jo'burg to Cape Town, and we had to buy new tickets.  That was rough on our frugal selves, but we were aching to be home in our own beds and a two day bus ride had no appeal. 

Our first few mornings were jet-lag fuzzy for me.  Paul preached and drew in the Delft community that first Sunday morning, and I worried about disgracing us by falling asleep and falling with a thud onto the church floor.  He didn't seem to have any trouble with sleepiness. 


So we're far from Peru, but still want to share a few memories.  Our times in Cuzco never were singled out for attention, so here we go:


 We slept in this Baptist Church in San Sabastian.  In some ways Cuzco was the most difficult as it was at the highest altitude, more than 2 miles high, and we'd be gasping for breath after climbing the stairs.  We weren't very well prepared for the cold either, but the church came equipped with mounds of blankets--probably 50 of them, so that was good.
Paul's great height posed a few problems with the irregular doors and ceilings as he kept whacking his head. 
 There's always something to celebrate in Cuzco.  Firecrackers go off a lot!  We tangled with a celebration when we went downtown to get our Macchu Picchu tickets. 
 The bank was on the opposite side of the street, and we had to go weaving right among the dancers to get back and forth. 
 Missionary Eric Pardine was a helping us with this, as well as scheduling and translating for Paul.  We enjoyed a nice chunk of time with him, and his family, as well as their church family.  May God bless him and his family!

                                               Not your typical street people. 
 This monastery was intriguing to me, but we didn't have time to really check it out. 

 Cuzco has many markets and MANY kinds of potatoes!  Potatoes are supposed to have originated in Peru and Bolivia, and they have more potato varieties and more potato recipes than anyone else I know.  Hot, cold, frozen, spicy, and of course, Josh's favorite, deep fried. 
Purple corn is another Peruvian specialty, and the purple drink Chicha is made from the purple corn.  It can be either alcoholic or non-alcoholic, like a punch. 
 At night from our third floor room in the church, we could see these fireworks going off in the plaza de armas (the big square in front of the church.)


The Spaniards built Cathedral de San Sebastian up close before the fire works.

The contrast of light and darkness got me looking for verses with those words in them.  Romans 13:12 says "The night is far spent, the day is at hand:  let us therefore cast off the works of darkness, and let us put on the armour of light."

Let us walk honestly, as in the day; not in rioting and drunkenness, not in chambering and wantonness, not in strife an denvying. 

But put ye on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make not provision for the flesh, to fulfil the lusts thereof. "

Yeah! 

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Jungle Jottings

 Paul getting ready to preach to some school children outside. 
 Buddy Fitzgerald, the guy in plaid, translated most of the 40 times Paul spoke in 6 days in Puerto Maldanado. 
 We got in a walk with the Fitzgerald boys as tour guides.  They know how to walk in style. 
 I put a picture of their house in the last post, but this is the erosion problem threatening it.  Their neighbor's house is half at the top, and half is the rubble on the bottom.
 They are animal lovers!  Isaiah, Joseph, and Abigail are interested in a young hawk at the zoo. 
 See how close the erosion is to their house?  And it wasn't a slow erosion, it was a major cave in all at once! 
 But life goes on.  Joseph is pleased with her brand new soccer uniform for the team he's just joined. 
 You can see the river from the house, but that erosion/cave in is too close for comfort.  I suggested planting kudzu to stop it, or slow it down, but I don't know if that's a real option. 
 This group is the deaf group Paul had the fun of preaching to.  Daniel, the guy in plaid, translated with the help of the shorter man beside him.  These guys were so enthusiastic! 

They meet in this neat facility (below) which Daniel has to reach out to people to help them and introduce them to the Lord. 
We were loath to leave the warmth of the jungle to fly back to Cuzco, but there is a little last glimpse of the beauty of the region. 
I know the missionaries there need your prayers and mine.  They face challenges with insects, health issues, and caving in river banks that most of us don't have to deal with.  I admire them! 

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Jungle Journey

 Buddy and Loren Fitzgerald kept us for a week at the home they built in the jungle town of Puerto Maldanado.  Paul preached 40 times in 6 days, with Buddy translating for him for most of those. 
The Fitzgeralds builts this home, but it has quite a drama surrounding it.  I plan to come back to that, when the computer cooperates. 
Rough Day at the Zoo


 Josh may look like he's enjoying have TWO boa constrictors flung around his neck, but those of us who know him well, can see by the set of his jaw that he's strictly enduring it, being a good sport.  He wants those snakes OFF! 
 Most of the transportation in Puerto Maldanado is by motorcycle and moto-taxi.  These little taxis are fun and  an extremely affordable way of getting around. 
 The great paint disaster!  Josh and I were trying paint the porch entry into the house.  I thought I'd shake the can before I opened it--paint cans are always so hard to pry open you know--and I gave it a good, vigorous, kettle bell kind of shake.  Ka-splat!  Not just paint everywhere, OIL PAINT everywhere.   Add this to the Missionary Blooper list. 
We cleaned up and did the best we could, but Buddy was incredulous when the guys got home 3 hours later.  He wanted to know just why they now were the proud owners of a golden yellow step.  I'm blushing over this one. 
During our visit, one of the exciting things going on, besides people being witnessed to and some getting saved, was the chickens laying eggs!  The 3 little Fitzgeralds are very enthralled by the wonder of the hens laying and setting.  Truly God's ways are marvelous!  past finding out. 

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Peru Snapshots

 Most days we are just missionaries, but on Wednesday we mingled with the tourists and became tourists too.  The train amazed me in how it had "upgraded" since I went to Macchu Picchu in 1988. 
 The wildlife is always of interest in a new country.  This tarantula made the mistake of coming indoors and being on our friend Rachel's towel.  Now if that doesn't give you the shivers, I don't know what will! 

 The mountains on the south side of the Urubamba Valley are scarred with roads and "invasion" people, people who have just claimed land and moved in.  The other side is greener, and covered with ancient terraces. 
 A Catholic church in San Sabastian, Cuzco....
 as compared with the more humble Baptist church around the corner.  We slept in the Baptist church for several nights. 
 It seems every town has a "plaza de armas" with it's Catholic church.  This one, in Urumbamba, is the center of town, where people congregate and celebrate events. 

These narrow, winding streets seem so ancient.  A car can fit down this street, but you have to pull in the side mirrors. 
 A chicken foot appears in our soup.  I am told the cartilage is super good for the joints. 
 Maybe I should go back to the market and pick up some more. 
 This baby had a good place to hang out while her mama was selling things. 
Markets have been organized into indoor affairs, and you can find most anything, unless you're looking for a frozen pie, or biscuits in a popable can.

I love wandering around the streets of Urubamba or Cuzco.  I love these people, and I feel so privileged to be here again.  I'm thankful that God guided us to come here, and I love the welcome of His people.