Sunday, July 18, 2021

Scared the Pants Off Them!

 So did the Alaskan grizzly bears scare the pants off the boys?
 
Actually, these are Alaskan clotheslines! :)
One of the boys admitted they were more scared of the mosquitoes than of bears up there!
Thursday or Friday the five boys were needing some laundry done, so I took some laundry to a campground laundromat, only to discover that each tiny load would cost $3.50!
And so would each load in the dryer!
I did two loads at the laundromat, but when I was ending up scrubbing most of the dirt out of their jeans in the laundry sink anyway, I opted to scrub the rest of the clothes by hand back at the youth center kitchen.
Good thing Rebecca Thompson had purchased a couple huge dishpans!
 
Jeff Deeter had been at the center that morning sawing down aspen saplings that are practically considered weeds there in Alaska, and Rose and Hannah Smith had dragged them across the drive, so I turned them into my Alaskan dryer--lots cheaper than $3.50 a load!
I loved how even the laundry drying in the sun spoke the message of why were in Alaska:
a Penn View shirt Hunter had worn, saying, "Where the MISSION still matters"!
The boys had often dreamed of going to Alaska, and they got their chance, on a mission trip!
And the one mom along, who doesn't really care where in the world she is as long as she can be at the side of her husband, was having a blast hanging team laundry out in the Alaskan sunshine.

There were very few mosquitoes at the youth center, especially during the day. 
It has been very dry this year, and mosquitoes aren't as pesky when it isn't raining.
Another shirt from Ranch Haven Youth Camp:
"To Count for Jesus."
So while eager, noisy, young men and women were working in the dirt, mosquitoes, and lumber of an Alaskan clearing in the woods, 
their very clothes were speaking volumes.
And the mom and daughters cleaning up the dirty floors, restrooms, and kitchen sinks at the youth center are speaking of God by the ordinary work they do. 

"In that day 'Holiness to the Lord' shall be engraved on the bells of the horses," Zechariah writes in 14:20-21.
"Yes, every pot [and pie pan] in Jerusalem and Judah shall be holiness to the Lord of hosts. Everyone who sacrifices shall come and take them and cook in them."


Well, the pots and pans and pie pans for rhubarb pies were in Alaska, not Jerusalem, but if Christians are the New Testament Jews, then surely our Alaskan pots and pans are the New Testament sacrificial pots and utensils. 
For everything done for Christ belongs to Him and His people!

 

A Drink at the Yerrick River

While in Alaska, we were told that the Yerrick River water was so clean it was safe to drink from!
Soooo--
we stopped at the Yerrick River last Sunday evening on our way back to the youth center where we are staying nights and eating meals while working at the youth camp near Tok.
We just had to enjoy the bliss of drinking from a delightfully clean river--water from the mountains of Alaska. Apparently there were no glaciers upstream because other rivers run gray with massive amounts of silt.
What joy to drink water uncontaminated by sewage, silt, chlorine, or fluoride! It tasted sooo good!
We stopped again today on our way to Sunday School and church at Dot Lake, filling our water bottles once again.
The boys in the crew explored up the creek last Sunday and skipped rocks while we others tried to keep moving so we wouldn't get bitten by too many mosquitoes!
Jesus, You are our living water! Thirsty and dry, parched and famished, we come to You to drink! Fill us and refresh us daily by Your Word of life and Your merciful love! Better than the fresh, clear, healthy waters of an Alaskan stream is Your water of life and love to us!
 

Monday, July 5, 2021

The Most Effective Antidote for Shell Shock--When a Missionary Wife Loses Her Husband

 "The most effective antidote for shell shock is the Lord's Prayer," says Chaplain John Craven whose military service spanned thirty years and seven combat campaigns. (from The Greatest Generation Speaks).

I wonder if it is also the most effective antidote for shell shock in the Lord's army, when, as happened a few days ago, a young Mennonite missionary wife and mother arrived by small plane at her mission station in Haiti, only to find out that her husband who was on another small airplane, was killed when the plane crashed into the mountain.

 

The mother is expecting her fourth child, and has three other young children. Another father of eight, who had accompanied the husband on the same plane, was planning to be the evangelist during a medical brigade that the Mennonite mission was planning.

That father and husband did not survive, either.  

 Our family is about to head off to another mission project, and when I hear stories like this, I know it could have been I who lost my husband. It could be I who lose a loved one in the future. It could be that it will be I who will go to be with the Lord, and my loved ones will be left behind shell shocked. 

That is when something as simple as a prayer can pull us through, as Tom Brokaw quotes in his book, The Greatest Generation Speaks. 

"Traumatized by mortar fire, the young Marine huddled outside a military hospital, his body trembling, clenched into a fetal position. 'John the Baptist' [nickname for Chaplain John Craven] took his hand and began to pray, 'Our Father which art in heaven...'

In a moment, the Marine composed himself enough to join the chaplain...As they finished the Lord's Prayer, the soldier began to relax and the shaking subsided."

When Crystal showed me the news about these wives and mothers on her phone, sent by my niece who knows one of the missionaries on the mission mentioned above, all I could do was bow my head, and begin to pray.  

I still have my husband, the father of my seven children.

Those ladies don't. They have to be shell shocked right now, the one expectant mother wondering what to do as her world is literally turned upside down. 
While the rest of us wonder one thought, "When will it be our turn?"
We are still intact, but we feel the shell shock, too.
But all of us, shell shocked and grieving and frightened, can turn to the same source for help and comfort. 
"Our Father, Who art in heaven."

Neighborhood July 4th Gathering

Our sweet neighbor Stephanie, a former Las Angeles police officer-turned sweet grandma, hosted a July 4th "Neighbors Around the Circle" gathering.  Everyone who lived on our circle received an invitation weeks ago, and we were even allowed to bring our company, which at least three families did--everyone contributing several dishes of food. One man brought a whole cooler full!
 We had a lot of company to bring (pre-approved by Stephanie)--ours plus 13 cousins who traveled in to go camping this week with our children--and was I ever glad for an outdoor activity to take them all to, because our house was kind of feeling like a zoo full of monkeys--or an aquarium full of fish, or a rabbit hutch full of rabbits, whichever you prefer. 
I did not know what to do with 33 people at my house that afternoon, and this was such a wholesome activity for a bunch of young people chomping at the bit to go camping. 
Stephanie's son-in-law brought over his red, white, and blue very old dump truck, and the boys helped put up a canopy under which....
...Jonathan grilled lots of burgers and brats.
 
These are patriotic fruit pizzas we took, along with watermelon, deviled eggs, etc.
I loved the way Stephanie's daughter had decorated the lemonade or punch with festive straw hats!
Sam was happy to ride back home to snag a few more plastic deck chairs, though most of our crew sat on the grass.
As I was walking over, a young boy on a four-wheeler came up to me.
"Want a ride?" he asked politely. 
Now me, maybe you don't  know it, but I am more of an introvert than people know, and I'd rather have hunkered back in my own home and never had to say hi to a strange person, but the reason I was going to this shindig was to be a good neighbor and to reach out, 
 and being a good neighbor means going ahead and being willing to get together with those new neighbors that just moved in, one of whom just finished building a barndominium, and the other one who is still in the process of building his house (seen in the background down the circle).
 So when this boy, whom I did not recognize from Adam or Abel, said, "Would you like a ride?" I thought I would take him up on it, and save my feet from hurting with walking in sandals, since my only comfortable shoes are so worn out that I have taped the sole together, and it is still not together. 
The little boy stood up so I could get on behind, and away we went!
Not the usual way for Anna Lucas to go places!
But when you want to be a good neighbor, you go ahead and ride behind the neighbor kid's friend, whom you find out is named Aiden, and say thank you very, very much!
Another way to do it is to ride your horse there like Rose did later on! (The barndominium, i.e. garage for RV plus home inside) is in the background down the other end of the circle.
And my, oh my! What a spread! You can't see much of it, but they also have a sort of shelf set up there with several shelves of more food, and then we pulled a table out of the van for even more food!
It started to rain, and two or more youngsters rode home to grab jackets. Meanwhile, I went to the van and found a blanket for Rosalie, Jed's wife, and her two littles.
 
Meanwhile, Stephanie produced a bunch of bubbles in a big glass jar with a flag, and the little kids had a great time!

They blew bubbles, chased bubbles, and otherwise enjoyed themselves--until the squirt guns came out.
And then they had even more of a blast, except that the older youngsters got to enjoy those, too!
You should have seen Jed chasing Bethany or Carrie with a squirt gun, and one of several neighbor boys constantly trying to squirt Crystal, who is hugely delightful to chase because she laughs and squeals and chases you back!

The Morley cousins definitely took the show with the squirt guns. 
Alongside all that water stuff came water balloons, too.

(Crystal is wearing Sam's jacket because of the bit of rain.)
Carrie and Samuel Morley and Pearl and others sat there at the outdoor spigot filling water balloons.  
And while they were doing that,  Stephanie drove out her little riding mower and there was a game of riding the mower (without the mower blades on, of course) blindfolded while your spouse or friend or grandma walked alongside, telling you where to go.
"Turn right!" David is telling Sam. "Turn left. Now go straight. No, no, turn right!"
Anytime Sam heard the audience scream, he knew he better put on the brake. 
Here David is trying to figure out how to get him out of where he ran over a brick and almost went into a tree! 
Several people took turns, even Jonathan and me! I had almost never ridden a riding lawn mower in my life, so it was decided that certainly I would be the driver, and Jonathan would give the directions. 
It was so funny to get around all the obstructions in the yard and come safely back to the starting point, and take off the blindfold, only to discover a whole gang of nieces and nephews clapping and cheering!
Well, then it was time for the water balloon throw game.  The side of the dump truck nearest Stephanie's house porch had been hung with pictures of certain political figures placed inside plastic sleeves. 
I will let you guess which political figures are on there, but I will tell you that this is a very Republican circle around here.
Each player was allowed three balloons and three chances to try to hit a picture smack dab in the face. 
I missed all three times, and Jonathan got only one. 
Sam got at least two. That is he up there.  
Gabey is trying.  
 David was a good shot, as was another neighbor's friend who used to be a pitcher.
The four who hit two or more had to do a tie-breaker. Rose won a pair of blue socks with white stars, and David won a hummingbird feeder!
I absolutely LOVED this fun, wholesome get-together, with games that gave me lots of ideas for the VBS I've been asked to do up in Alaska next week or the next family reunion.
I thought I'd change the picture idea to pictures of bad people in the Bible, like Goliath, Herod, and Pharaoh, or pictures of sins like stealing, and then have the VBS kids try to hit those bad things with their water balloon.
Stephanie had asked the children to bring any instruments, and our next door neighbor girl brought her violin, too. She plays in the Colorado Springs Symphony. Here the cousins and Kate are tuning up for an evening of patriotic songs.  
The folk who were there really enjoyed listening to "This Land is Your Land," "The Star-Spangled Banner," "My Country Tis of Thee," "America the Beautiful," and "Yankee Doodle."
Little Kari, Elon's granddaughter, played her "instrument." She pulled her bubble wand up and down in the bubble container, "Playing" music along with the others!
 
Then the folk wanted encores! 
 So our children played, "Amazing Grace," "There is Power in the Blood," and another one they've played recently. 
Thus we got to share the gospel in music, while simply being neighbors.

Soon people were wanting to leave to go watch fireworks, so we helped clean up and take down tables and get our grill back, pick up water balloon trash, etc. 
And then there was a beautiful sunset.

That picture doesn't do it justice! 
Walking home, I discovered Rose riding her horse behind us, and paused for this picture. 
Just the perfect ending to the evening---

except for singing one song after another around the piano after we arrived home. Some of the girls were putting potato salad and other things together for the camping trip this week, since they wanted to leave out very early in the morning, but several of us serenaded them with beautiful singing.

David and Ezra were singing a duet which sounded good enough to be recorded! 


Then I joined them on one song that I didn't know existed in our hymn book. I just love my nieces and nephews and their love for good hymns and good, God-glorifying music.

Saturday, July 3, 2021

Scorpions, Drunks, and 67 Children for VBS!

 Here's the VBS ministry team that was in Mexico this last week with a couple of the children who wanted a picture with them all.

There were 67 children one night, the most there have ever been at a VBS. 

The VBS was held at the local community building, and chairs had to be hauled in with the truck. On one load, some of the team was in the back on the chairs, and when they went over a big bump, two things happened. The team members screamed, who were bumping up and down in the back of the truck, and at the side of the road, cartel members laughed.
Here is a scorpion they discovered. Rose also said that they saw a live tarantula--and a dead one, but both those were in Arizona. 

 The team did a lot of skits. VBS went from nine in the morning till noon, and the children were rowdy! So that team had its job cut out for them.
 Excited children.

Aaron translated for the team. One day they taught about the dangers and evils of drink. Rose said they all "got to be drunk" in the skits, except for Ezra, who was the guy trying to make up his mind whether to take a drink or not. Rose and Carrie pretended to be drunk, fighting each other. They were slapping, pulling hair, and otherwise being pretty good drunk women when David came into the fray to break it up! The team had a blast!
Other times, they acted out Bible stories. Aaron told them not to worry if they made mistakes. He said what he wanted to say in Spanish anyway!! :)
While they were all down there, I was feeling convicted about my selfish prayers for my girls down there. 
"Oh, Lord, keep them safe!" was my biggest prayer.
Ever since I learned they would be going, I worried about cartels, etc. And I just kept praying for their safety. Recently I began thinking, "How much have I been praying for the children and parents in Mexico? How much am I praying that my girls will make a difference in someone's life--because of Jesus in theirs? What about children who need to give their hearts to Jesus and be challenged to make right decisions in their lives?"
Sometimes you have to just jump into a ministry situation like that before you are challenged to pray more unselfishly.
We see in the pictures the fun they are having. What if we looked at the pictures through Jesus' eyes, and saw each child as a precious soul?

Here is a photo of the cousins last night at the border of Mexico and Arizona, by the wall.

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 ...