Monday, March 29, 2021

Newlyweds Surprise Us!

My nephew Jesse who married his beautiful bride nine days ago surprised me with a call Thursday afternoon. He and Salinn had driven to Missouri to spend some time with relatives on their honeymoon after a very small wedding. And then they surprised our family by driving all the way out to Colorado to see Colorado and us, too! 

I adore newlyweds! And these ones are just delightful! 
Salinn is such a happy girl with the most delightful giggle and laugh.
And I could hardly believe my nephew is so grown up and good-looking!

I hope they will never, never start feeling awkward about sitting with their arms around each other. 
I had to get a picture of his arm around her, and then one with hers around him!

We visited and had supper and played a game together.
And then they traveled down to Ouray and then surprised us again by coming back, as I'd invited them, to spend Sunday evening and night with us, too!

We were really glad that we must not have scared them off, for they wanted to come back!
But who wouldn't, after that luscious peanut butter pizza Carrie made?
My wedding gift for them included my new book. 

I didn't have time to run to town to buy a wedding card, so Hannah let me use one of her bird photos to make our own card!

 May the Lord bless our nephew and his new, dear wife with a happy, holy marriage!

Letter to Editor

 Wednesday morning I got a phone call from a neighbor.]
"Did you write a letter to the editor?" she asked.
Well, yes, I had, to the Gazette, only the day before. About the tragic shooting in Boulder at one of the stores of my favorite chain, King Soopers (Kroger)--my favorite because they have lots of markdowns!
But at the end of my letter to the editor, I had forgotten to include my name and address, which I figured would mean that it would be promptly discarded.
"It's in the paper today," the neighbor let me know. "And I am coming over that way to run an errand and will bring that section of the paper to you!"

I couldn't believe it!
Just that morning I had resent the letter (minus one sentence that I was afraid might keep the letter from being posted) and included my name and address.
Well, the original letter, with everything including the gospel intact, was printed within hours of my writing to the editor.  
Here it is.
"The tragic shooting last night at Boulder's King Soopers is resulting in the typical, shallow response-as-usual--"Just ban guns!" Just a short distance from our Colorado country church only weeks ago, there were two or three deaths from stabbings. I never read about anyone responding with an outcry to ban knives. No one is outraged about cowboys' ropes and lariats just because many people have hung themselves with a rope. No one is coming to my home to take away my nice bed sheets just because sheets have been used to suffocate someone. 
There are so many ways to kill--including fatally hurtful words that take hope from others and drive them to suicide. The problem is not the guns, knives, sheets, Republicans or Democrats. The problem is banning God and His Word and prayer from schools and public arenas. The Bible tells us not only not to kill our neighbor but to love our neighbor as ourselves. We common people can't do anything right now about the shooter of Boulder's tragedy; that is up to the courts now. But what if each of us today, in the wake of that tragedy, would think about our own anger toward people who have hurt us--and would choose to forgive and not let bitterness control our lives any longer? What if we would reach out with love to one person near us who is struggling with anger or depression--whether a child or adult acquaintance? 

Make a phone call, buy an ice cream cone, offer to listen to their story or help with something they need. Stop watching TV and playing on your screen long enough to cook a from-scratch meal for your loved one. 

Read a good story together. Read a Psalm from the Bible or a chapter in John. Confess your sins and believe in the Christ of the gospel who loved you and gave Himself for you. 
 
Pray to our heavenly Father. Hug your spouse, child, or parent.

Go to bed early for once and get enough sleep. Take a walk in the sunshine. Buy and enjoy a pet. Share a pie or pot of stew with someone in need.  

You might just discover that by immersing yourself in God, in forgiveness and hope, and in doing good, you yourself will discover that there is a better way than the way of anger and bitterness, hopelessness and murder. May every death remind us to step up with love and kindness toward those around us. May we overcome evil with good!"

One-of-a-Kind Cross and Precious Nail Holes

 Artistically put together of "barn wood" and barbed wire, this cross on the background of blue was heartfully fashioned by one of the men responsible for redecorating this little church out in the middle of the high plains outside Falcon--a church that used to belong to the Jehovah's Witnesses, and now belongs to a  vibrant evangelical fellowship.


When I slipped up front to get a closer look at this unique and beautiful cross, I saw something I don't remember ever seeing in a  cross before.

It wasn't the 3-D way the boards were fashioned. 
It wasn't the barbed wire crown of thorns. 
It was the nail holes.
Chosen from boards that had knots, those boards for the crossbeams had been worked over by the designer, a professional artist. He had seen those knots, and was inspired to remove them, leaving those small, gaping spaces--significant only to the eyes and hearts of those who believe in the Nail-scarred Hands.  
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 My heart melted. 
I wished no one else had been around.
I just wanted to kneel and fold my hands there in front of that cross,
and remember the Hands wounded for you and me.
And then I saw it.
 
Another hole. Just a knothole.
But it was more.
It was the nail hole where our suffering Savior's feet hung, too.
His hands and his feet were both wounded for you and me.
That cross on its background of blue was one-of-a-kind. 
I wasn't the only one who felt that way. 
"How do you like the new look?" one lady asked me, for the sanctuary had just been painted.
I decided not to talk about the paint, but about the cross. I was still thinking about the nail holes. 
So I told her how I felt about them.
"Me, too!" she said. She had been one of those who had helped hang the cross with the lights behind it.
"When I saw those nail holes," she said, "I just kept being overwhelmed." 
She and I looked into each other's eyes, but we could not look long.
Tears were ready to shimmer in both our hearts. 
Just a country cross of barn wood.
Just a barbed wire crown of thorns.
Just three knotholes.
But the hearts of two ladies in the back of the church, like the two Marys at the empty tomb, were speechless together. 

Wednesday, March 24, 2021

Missionary Acquaintance With the Lord--Don Bowman

 As a very young girl, I remember my parents talking about missionaries they knew in Japan, Don and Grace Bowman. Their family had been involved in a boating accident in which all four of their children and three other people died. How hard the father, Don Bowman, had tried to rescue his children, but he was unable to save their lives! After this tragedy, my father always wanted us children to learn to swim.

It was interesting reading about Don Bowman's life in two articles in a recent Bible Missionary
Church newsletter. Don's family came to the west when he was just a baby, following the harvests where the family worked at picking cotton, peas, or whatever was in season. Don's mother was a faithful homemaker, although she struggled with the after-effects of a stroke. Don's father was a hard worker, but also a hard drinker and gambler.
At the tender age of five, Don learned to pick cotton and vegetables right alongside his family. He was also the "best five-year-old shoeblack in town," who could take half a can of shoe polish and spend a whole hour making a muddy farmer's boots shiny for just five cents!

Around 1951, Don Bowman joined the Navy, serving on a seaplane tender during the Korean War. While on furlough in the States, Don attended a church service at a Free Methodist Church in Wilder, Idaho, where his brother was filling in as preacher. There God dealt with his heart, and kneeling at the altar, he found forgiveness of sins. 

During the time that he was stationed in San Fransisco, Don was attending the Church of the Nazarene where J.B. Chapman's son-in-law was the pastor. There, three months after his salvation, he felt God letting him know that God was going to sanctify him that night! He was so excited about it that he hardly remembered anything from the message, only that afterward he went straight to the altar and wept his way through to the heart cleansing that he desired. He described what happened as feeling "as if God scrubbed his heart down with a brush, and hosed it clean."


 

Later, while on board his seaplane tender anchored at the port of Iwakuni, Japan, Don experienced an unusual call of God to preach. As a young boy, he had sold newspapers during World War II. Don would watch the papers as they came off the press. But while praying on his ship, Don saw something different. He was watching Bibles coming off the press and hands leafing through those Bibles. "Preach My Word!" a voice commanded distinctly. 

Don did not know how he could preach, for he stuttered badly. But in spite of this handicap, he determined to be obedient to the heavenly vision, beginning right away to preach during the Protestant services on board the ship. Don also began preaching at the home of one of his Japanese acquaintances with the help of a translator. 

On April 27th, 1956, Don married Grace Elizabeth Watson, his faithful companion for the next sixty-four years. After serving as pastor in Nebraska, Washington, and Oregon, Don moved with his family back to Japan in April of 1965. By this time, three little children had graced their home.

When Don's mother died back in the States. Don returned for her funeral. He was grateful that his mother had come to know Christ as her Savior, but he was concerned about his father who had never repented of his sinful life. One day, his father in the nursing home had a good day of unusual clarity of mind. As Don shared the claims of the gospel with him, his father responded by humbling himself to pray. Only a few days later, Don's father passed away, but one more eleventh-hour conversion was written down in the books of heaven!


The loss of all four of the Bowman children in the boating accident off the shore of Japan could have caused Don to become bitter. He could have sued the boat builder who had made a serious mistake on the boat, but he did not. Instead, as he told the judge and court officials that he loved the boat maker and would not do anything vengefully, the officials "bowed their heads in respect."

Don also could have become bitter when a fellow missionary accused him of causing the boat accident just to be famous and be in the news on television. Such a thing could not have been further from his mind! How could he have caused the death of all of his own children just for the cause of fame? Yet later when the same accuser attempted suicide, it was Don Bowman who rushed to her side to provide CPR. "Holiness works!" he thought to himself as he worked feverishly to save his accuser's life. 

In 1983, Don Bowman became the first full-time General Foreign Missions Secretary in the Bible Missionary Church, serving for the next thirty-two years. He continued to travel all around the world encouraging those who were spreading the gospel. 

How appropriate that on Thanksgiving Day, 2020, the man who had chosen thankfulness over bitterness went to be with His Lord and Savior! Having told different ones of a dream he once had where his children in heaven had come running to meet him, Don had looked forward to the day when that dream would take place for real. How wonderful it was to slip to the other side and take Garry, Joel, Teresa, and Donnie into His arms once again! But how much more wonderful to himself be taken into the strong and loving arms of His Savior, and to hear, "Well done, good and faithful servant!"

Tuesday, March 16, 2021

The "Proof" is in the Pudding--or the Mailbox?

 I was excited to receive two of the four proofs that the printer sent out of my newest book, Roses in Kiev, a few weeks ago. The other proofs went to my nephew who had formatted the book.
This is hard to believe!
Just a few little looks inside the book.
On this page in the picture, I am looking in the mailbox that was empty so many times!
Here are the pages about our first day together, and a picture of our first date.
Here is the epilogue page with a wedding picture. I hope the first printing will be done and available by the middle of April when we hope to be at IHC in Gatlinburg, TN. I have a space and table reserved there for selling my two books.
Joella sent me this photo of her reading my book that Ezra gave her.
She said it was one of the most interesting books she has read in a long time, and she wants me to turn it into an audio book, since her husband prefers to listen to books while he drives. He is not a reader much, and another friend just this evening told me the same thing. She prefers to listen to a book. 

So maybe I will try to read the book and record it. Anyone want to help me figure out how to do that? In the meantime, I am already starting to write the sequel to that book. It is a compilation of stories from our early marriage and early years in Ukraine, where our first three little ones joined our family.

Stories about Jonathan falling off the scaffolding only weeks after we applied to return to Ukraine as missionaries, stories about one robbery after another, stories about a mother's struggles and victories, stories about rainbows, an upside down cow, and a little revival out on the work site in Ukraine, and many others.  I may end up having two smaller books, one with stories from a mother's perspective, and another with different stories from a child's perspective, more for children than adults. 
Also, I have stories I have already written to edit and compile into a Christmas book called Christmas in the Karpathian Mountains, stories from our unforgettable week in the Karpathian Mountains at Christmas time when Crystal was just one year old, meeting poverty and sorrow with the gentle news of Peace on earth, Goodwill to men. 
And then I want to write stories of our adventures on our Colorado ranch, and stories about adventures during or around our Mission Helps trips. 
I could also write a whole book about my adventures during the year I taught in Honduras--the attack of the army ants, for example. 
And about my adventures on my trip to China and on another trip to Haiti.
Though I have to admit this last week I didn't have much time to write!
And if you wonder what the above picture is about, well, that is the grain I had to soak and cook every night, along with cayenne, garlic, and other spices, to feed Rose's chickens while she and Carrie were gone a week to help the Albertson family in South Dakota. 
Joy just had her seventh baby, and after some life-threatening complications, she needed to have plenty of rest and not to overdo. So Carrie and Rose went up to help and had an absolute blast.

Ice-Breathing Dragon!

 Gotta love my boys!

Danny poses with his ice-breathing dragon of a dog!

 This was the size of icicle we had recently during a cold spell.
Sam had some interesting stories to tell last evening. Several of the people that he helped rescue last night were from Texas, Arkansas, or Alabama. So they were not exactly used to the blizzards of Colorado. One family was on their way to Utah from Alabama. I-70 had been closed so they came another Direction and found that Rt. 24 was closed, too. And the family ended up stranded in the blizzard. They spent the night on the concrete floor of the Peyton fire station! Along with about 34 other people! The firemen pulled the ambulance out to make more room for all the people who were overnighting there.
Sam also was along when he and another guy were trying to rescue a couple girls who were stuck in their truck that was near another stuck truck. The girls didn't want the firemen to try to pull them out lest it injure their truck, so Sam and the other guy pulled the other truck out instead and then called a grader to come which cleared the road around those girls' truck. The girls did not want to be taken to the fire station so the firemen left them. Later the girls called 911 and wanted to be taken to the fire station after all. Then a few minutes later they called and they had changed their minds again. Needless to say, this was pretty annoying to the firemen!

Even a snow plow had gotten stuck. It was quite some hours yesterday before different roads were cleared of stuck vehicles and snowbanks for traffic to go through. Jonathan was able to get to work and later Sam got to the place they are building, but he spent quite a while just shoveling snow out.
More pictures from a few weeks ago. 
We have drifts here anywhere from 1 foot to 7 feet high. We hope that as it melts there will be enough runoff to fill our seasonal Pond which is completely dry right now.
 

I haven't had much time to blog, but here are a few pictures clear back from New Years when we traveled over for the weekend in western Colorado and attended Sunday service at the Western Colorado Holiness Chapel. 
Jonathan and Sam and Danny went ice fishing with our friend Mike Saylor.

They set up an ice-fishing tiny hut that Mike Saylor had been given for Christmas.
                                                 Other huts around them.
                                                    Scooping slush and ice from the hole.
        Unfortunately they caught no fish. Zero. Fortunately, they still had a great time.
                                                    Even saw a few elk on our way home.
                 And helped pull two vehicles out of the ditch along the road through South Park.

 

Monday, March 8, 2021

Best Pharisee of the Month

Last night the boys, Hannah, and we parents had a good time playing Bible Baffle.
Granted, we were baffled a few times with the questions, but playing Bible games like that is a great incentive to the children to keep reading their Bibles and listen when God's Word is read out loud in family worship--if only so they can score a point in our Bible games! (Moms are crafty like that--finding fun ways to help their kids learn their Bibles without them even realizing it.)
 Anyway, we had the funnest time. Jonathan and I get the biggest kick out of our boys' answers as they try to remember facts from the Bible.
So one question on the card was, "What reason did Jesus give when asked, 'Why do you eat with sinners?'" 
 That was the question for Danny. 
Hmm.
"Because they have better food!" he finally grinned.

Another question was about to what Jesus was referring when He said, "Do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing."
After Jonathan answered that question, saying it was about giving charitably,  I immediately thought about our family having to take part in the Arms Around the World Convention up in South Dakota next week. 
And I asked, "So is it okay for us to go up to Arms Around the World convention and tell about the good deeds we do for missions?"
Hmm.
Sam replied, "Just keep one hand behind you and one hand in front of you while you're doing it!"
Anyone want to vote on Best Pharisee of the Month?  

Sam and Caitlyn in Africa

With their permission, I am delighted to share a few pictures of Sam and Caitlyn's trip to Africa. Caitlyn's older sister has lived ...