Ministry Update

For the last three weeks, I have been away from my family. It happened that I was to travel under the auspices of a group called Baptist Youth Mission doing children’s Vacation Bible Schools and teen rallies in church in the Midwest and mountain states. After a preliminary training period in March, I was to go for a two-week training period to Sinclair, Wyoming. When it came down to talking schedules, I had no meetings to do. There was one meeting after the two-week training in which I would be an assistant, but other than that one meeting, there were no others.

So I found myself flying alone to the training period and meeting, whereas I had originally planned to drive and take my family. The training was difficult without them—there were times that I could not keep from weeping as Sarah described things that the children were doing in my absence—but I made it through everything and then on to the meeting.

The only VBS we had (children only, no teens) was a big one. We started with 259 and ended up with 394 the last night. There were 39 children that made professions of faith.

It was good, however, to be back with my family. I arrived shortly after 1:00 Sunday morning. After a Monday filled with whirlwind activity, we have left again, this time the entire family in truck and trailer headed for Quakertown, Pennsylvania. I am to preach Wednesday night and then take my son with me to preach a father/son retreat in the mountains of PA. After that, we all head to DE.

Provided I have the time, my book should be done by late summer/early fall. Many of you have expressed interest. I would ask that you pray that God would use its message to make a difference in the hearts of readers.

Family Update

Hooray! Paul is home again! We all missed him greatly. There were times that I thought of leaving the kids and joining him out in Wyoming, but just couldn’t see Josiah watching the girls that whole time. The girls really missed their daddy, and were so glad to see him last Sunday. I could hardly detach Esther from him all day long.

Esther is now two, out of the nursery, and into a Sunday school class. She sat in the service with us for the first time last Sunday night. What an adventure that was! She was so excited to be out there, and kept squealing her delight. It was a rather noisy beginning, but when it was time to go out with her class, she was as ready as we were!

We had her birthday party after Paul got home. It was a much anticipated event, with the other two children making grandiose plans and inviting everyone at church (I found this out after the fact). We just had a simple family dinner and balloons, and, of course, the obligatory round of gifts. It was all very fun, since she kind of knew what to expect. Now that she has entered the “terrible twos,” I am wondering what it was that we have been through in the last six months. She has mastered the art of climbing out of her pack-n-play, as well as taking off her diaper. Not a good combination in any case. We also have gotten rid of the “ma-ma”(pacifier). We are still in transition on that adjustment, but she seems to be doing well.

Josiah is trying to win the “Snaggletooth of the Year” award. He has already lost his bottom front teeth, and now his top front teeth are both loose. Maybe I can teach him to sing, “All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth…” It will make for some rough eating with all of those teeth gone! He will look like a true redneck. I have also started teaching him piano this summer. He is doing quite well, and nags me about going over to practice his lessons. I have no doubt that he will progress rapidly if he continues in the same manner.

Both Josiah and Abigail participated in our VBS two weeks ago. It was neat to see them working on their verses and songs. Josiah won first place for memory verses in his class over the week. I was really proud of him. Abigail did a great job, too. Esther didn’t learn any verses since there aren’t many that say, “NO – MINE!”

All the children are looking forward to the arrival of their new brother or sister in November. Josiah is really hoping for a brother, and Abigail decided that a brother would be nice so that he wouldn’t get into her stuff. Josiah made the keen observation to me that it didn’t matter if it was a boy or a girl, it would still get into her things. I was very amused by his insight, and laughed about it all evening. I think Esther is going to have a hard time accepting a baby. She is quite possessive of both of her parents. Oh, well – she will learn. We are considering a slight remodeling project in the trailer so that we can fit another child in it. It will take some planning, if that is what we decide. Please pray that the Lord will give us wisdom in the matter.

We had a rather unpleasant discovery this past week. Paul called me from Kansas, and asked if I had made some charges at a local gas station. I replied that I hadn’t used the credit card in the three weeks he had been gone. After calling the company, he found that someone had gotten our credit card number and been charging things all over the Kings Mountain/Bessemer City area. We cancelled the account immediately, and they are investigating the matter. Thankfully, we weren’t liable for any of the spurious charges, and thankfully, the crook who stole it didn’t go on a cruise to the Virgin Islands. They wouldn’t have gotten very far – probably halfway to Cuba and then gotten thrown to the sharks. That would have served them right. Anyway, Paul had a flurry of activity on Monday to correct some financial things as a result.

At 8:10 last night, I made an awful discovery. While putting something away under my daughter Abigail’s bed, I discovered that we had a serious water leak in our trailer: the carpet under her bed was soaked and the smell of mildew rudely accosted me as soon as I had lifted up her mattress. That immediately explained why Josiah had been having such trouble breathing whenever we would put him to bed. He, like his father, has a hard time dealing with mildew and mold.

I surmised that nothing would be open at 8:00 on a Saturday night and so decided to talk to some of the people in my home church about it the next day. Not to worry, I was told. Wal-mart sold some of the parts that I needed so I could actually get the parts and get my ox out of the ditch, despite today being the Lord’s day. (The preceding reference is not to be construed as an offhand comment regarding my wife. Please do not begin e-mailing us with immediate marriage counseling.)

To Wal-mart, then I went, violating the third ordinance of our church: that of the Sunday afternoon nap. As the Lord would have it, they had one package left, which, though it had been opened, was still sufficient to meet my needs. Now to simply install it.

There was everything I needed at the church: step ladder, my tools, readily available electricity, silicone sealant—everything. So I ascended the ladder past the rung that tells you it is unsafe to stand on all the way to the very top. From that vantage point I could reach the top of the trailer and repair the problem.

It was while precariously perched on the very top of the stepladder that I found that the parts I had rushed to get on a Sunday afternoon were not the right parts. There was another part sold at the RV store that was to go on before the parts I bought would fit. The RV store, of course, would not open until two hours after I had left for Denver.

As if it would somehow help the situation, I decided to take a couple of screws above the light that I knew was leaking just to make sure that no water was getting in there. It took some work to do with the Chinese hand screwdriver I was using. There I stood on the top of a stepladder in 90-degree heat, dress slacks, dress shirt, tie, and all. Although no one was there to watch me, I think that I must have made a humorous, if well-dressed, spectacle.

Choir practice interrupted me from doing anything towards fixing the leak. All I got from my work in my shirt and tie was a good plan of attack. Implementing the plan would have to wait until after church.

In the end, two men from the church helped me, one man doing the work that I was intending to do after church. The light fixture on the outside wall that was leaking is now sealed and altered so that there should be no more leak. The other man has promised to look at the situation tomorrow to further improve the design so as to prevent leaks. So much for the dressed up home repair man.

Final analysis: I’d better stick to preaching.

In other news, Josiah had some real problems back in October of 2006. He spent the night in the emergency room of one hospital and ended up having to be taken by ambulance to another hospital in the next larger town. He spent a week in pediatric intensive care at the second hospital, but finally was able to come home. Today, you would never know that anything that serious happened.

The medical bills for this time were mostly covered by insurance, or else we would be strapped with an extremely large bill. There were two bills that the insurance did not cover, however. Although we gave them the insurance information, for some reason they did not get their money. The insurance has a policy that if the medical provider does not file the claim within one year that the patient will have to pay. They did not get the claim filed, so they said, and it got turned, so others said. In any case, we were left with a little over $1100 in medical bills from a year and half ago.

The Lord was not surprised, however. He laid it on someone’s heart to give us $1100 to take care of the need. Praise the Lord for His provision.

Paul

Ministry Update

The Lord gave us a great meeting in Alaska. There were all kinds of neat opportunities to meet some great people and to have a real ministry to Pastor Wes Hudson and his wife Debbie. In addition to seeing the tallest mountain in North America (see below), a man in the church also took me out bear hunting. I was not technically hunting myself, but I did carry a 12 gauge shotgun for self defense. It was the time of year when the sows (female bear, not pig in this case) were having cubs, so walking in the woods could have been dangerous. I learned the real meaning of being loaded for bear.

The Lord has provided some meetings for us in the first part of the summer, though the last part of the summer is open right now. Today, He provided a need for us that was something I had been wanting for a long time. I look forward to watching how He will provide for our needs in the future.

Today, I sent the manuscript of my book Cliffs and Fences to the editor of the publishing company. After about three weeks of editing process, they are to get the manuscript back to me so that I can accept or reject their editorial suggestions. After that, there is another round of editing to ensure that they have missed nothing. Then, the book goes to the printer. I am getting more and more excited as the days go by.

Thank you to those of you who have shown such an interest in the book so far. I will, of course, let you all know when it is finally ready. As you pray for us, please pray that God will use the message of this book to work in the lives of His people. If you pray that I sell a lot of books, I wouldn’t be offended either.

Family Update

Summer is finally upon us here in North Carolina – I think! Being out of school has given us all a sense of freedom that makes the “summer feeling” that much stronger. The weather has been unseasonably cool this spring, and we keep needing to get out the sweaters and jackets. I think it will be a little warmer from here on out – or at least, I hope so!

Paul and I recently got back from a trip to Alaska. We had a meeting there, so it wasn’t just a pleasure trip. I was so excited to get to go to Alaska. I have heard so many people say that it is a beautiful place, and I wanted to see it for myself. We were in the village of Talkeetna, which is only about 60 miles from Mt. McKinley. One of the highlights of our trip was taking a flight that went around the mountain and then landed on the glacier. That was so neat! It was not the best flight we have ever had, even though the sights were breathtaking. The pilot had to restock on airsick bags after Paul and I deplaned. I won’t tell you who used the most, but one of us used three times as many as the other! The mountains there dwarf everything that we have here in the lower 48, even the Rockies, which, if you have seen, you know they are impressive! The local information is that only 25% of visitors in the summer actually see McKinley, because of the clouds and such. It has something to do with the snow on the mountain hitting the hot air and creating a cloud cover. We were privileged to see the mountain the first three days of our stay.

We had a wonderful time with the pastor and his family, as well as the church members that we met that week. I was surprised at how rustic it was there. Many people do not have indoor plumbing of any kind. After thinking about it, it would be difficult to keep the pipes from freezing eight months out of the year. “Going into town” takes the better part of the day since “town” is about an hour and half drive. That is where the large grocery stores and other things are. It makes me even more thankful for the convenience we have!

Another big adjustment for us was the amount of daylight there. In a whole week, we only saw the sunset one time, and that was while we were waiting for our flight to depart to come back home. It was about 1:00 am. Of course, it is broad daylight again by 4:00am, so it was very hard to judge time by the sun. I felt like I was in Neverland or something. The down side of that would be in the winter when the sun only shines a few hours a day. Thank the Lord for bright, sunny days!

We did not take the children with us, and by the end of the week, I was really missing them. They were having a wonderful time at their grandparents’ house, going to the zoo, gong to the park, swimming, and in general, being spoiled rotten! Abigail and Esther were jumping up and down on the porch, screeching our names when we pulled into the driveway. Josiah was hiding under the bed to surprise us. He said he wanted to stay longer.

Paul leaves for Denver, CO next week, and will be gone for three weeks. We don’t really like to be separated for such long periods of time, but there was really no other way we could do it. We will all be very glad when he returns. I plan to stay busy helping with VBS, piano lessons, and general summer stuff, in addition to our regular family life. Life never slows down, so we can’t either!

Ministry Update

Last week we closed a great meeting on Wednesday in Semmes, AL, just outside Mobile. Though the meeting only lasted four days, it was action packed. This church is a very responsive church, especially to our ministry. Whenever we are in the area, there is a sizable group of people that follows us and can be expected to attend multiple nights of a revival meeting, even in another church. We started the meeting with Big League Sunday, which featured dinner on the grounds, a softball game in the afternoon, an apple pie and dessert making contest for the ladies, and a free baseball to every child who attended. The church was packed and there was tremendous response to the message I preached on “Excellent Christianity.” Throughout the week, the altar was full almost every night, and two trusted Christ during the meeting. It was a great blessing. After preaching in chapel on Thursday morning in their Christian school, I packed up the trailer and drove straight through to NC, arriving at 12:30 Friday morning. Now we are home for a few weeks to prepare for the summer ministry that awaits us. More on that later.

Thank you so much for your prayers. It was a blessing to see the evidence of the Holy Spirit’s conviction in the hearts of people responding, especially for salvation this week.

Though this is hardly ministry, the Lord did provide something for me that I have been wanting for a long time. I have been wanting to get a performance diesel chip in my truck to increase my fuel economy as I tow my trailer. The Lord provided through the gifts (green handshakes) of different people and now I have been able to purchase a chip for my truck. I hope that it will result in slightly improved fuel economy. The company claims increases of up to 4 mpg. We’ll see.

Family Update

I am glad to be back in NC, although the weather has taken a turn for the colder. I do so hate breaking out the long sleeves after I have already packed them away for the summer. Thank the Lord we still had our electric heaters.

I was in my first ever pie-baking contest while we were in Alabama. I tied for third place with my “Paper Bag Apple Pie” (yes, I actually put it in a paper bag in the oven) against some stiff competition! Some of those ladies can really cook! Anyway- it was a pie baking contest, not a pie eating contest, as Paul has been wont to tell some people. If the truth be told, though, I think he would have won the eating contest had there been one! Josiah would have won the hot dog eating contest with a grand total of six consumed in about ten minutes. Better him than me.

Paul and I played softball that afternoon and I became an official redneck – at least on one side of my neck. The sun was so bright and hot – it really felt good after the extended cool weather we have had had this spring. The kids are loving the nice weather. Since we have been back, they have spent quite a bit of time learning to ride their bikes. Josiah finally learned that he has to use the brakes and not just run smack into things in order to stop. Abigail learned the hard way not to take her feet off the pedals while coasting down a hill. Both, however, are making great progress in the skill.

School will be finished next week. Somebody say “AMEN!” Josiah has really made a lot of progress and had a great year. His greatest desire right now is to learn cursive. He can already read it pretty well, and has even attempted to copy words on his own, with impressive results! I think he will pick it up quickly.

He has also been singing with me in our meetings. We sang a duet, “A Tender Heart” and he did such a wonderful job, even though he left his shoes in the pew when he came up to sing! (You can listen to the duet here.) Later, someone told me that they told Josiah what a good job he had done, to which he replied, “I was just waiting for someone to tell me that!” Nothing like a good dose of humility to keep things in perspective!

Abigail will turn four this weekend, and is so excited. Josiah was trying to help me plan some games for the event. I said pin the tail on the donkey, and he suggested “Pin the Rock on Goliath.” Now that sounds like fun! Abigail has learned a lot from her big brother, and they like to play together. One of their games is the spelling game. Each spells a word, and the other has to guess what it is. The handicap is that only one of them knows how to spell. Josiah will spell a real word, and Abigail, having no idea what it is will make wild guesses. Then, after several hints, she will figure it out, and it will be her turn to spell. Sample words might be “A-T-M-R-Q” or something similar. Then Josiah will try to sound it out. It is quite amusing to listen to them. He usually forgets the sequence about halfway through the word, and of course, she can’t remember it either, so she tells him what the word was. Both are happy, and I have great hopes that one day it will be a good exercise for them.

Esther’s vocabulary has really taken off, and she jabbers almost constantly. She also continues to get into everything. Monday, she found a bottle of hand lotion that her sister left out and promptly helped herself. I smelled a rather fragrant aroma coming from the bedroom and walked in to find her slathered in lotion – the entire bottle was on her arms, her legs, her dress, and the carpet. She was patting her hands in the lotion, and it was splattering everywhere. It wasn’t the worst mess I have cleaned up, but neither was it the easiest – kind of greasy. She is a happy little thing most of the time, so it is hard not to smile when she gets into a situation like that. She enjoys the girly things of life – lotion, perfume, nail polish, lip gloss – you name it. She just needs to learn a bit of moderation!

Ministry Update

We are in Mobile, AL for the first of two meetings in this great city.  Sunday was the dedication of the new building that the Cloverleaf Baptist Church just completed.  The dedication service was on a Sunday afternoon after dinner on the grounds.  One of the former pastors came from Michigan for the service.  Because the dedication service itself featured three different preachers, I was given only fifteen minutes to preach--a great discipline for me, to be sure.  Since the afternoon service at Cloverleaf took the place of the evening service, I took the family to another church in town for their evening service.  Josiah noted that we heard five different preachers on Sunday preaching a total of seven messages, because the church that we visited in the evening had two interns from Pensacola Christian College preaching in the service.  

This morning, a man off the street pulled into the church parking lot and asked me if I would be able to help him.  He told me that his son owned a 42-ft. fifth wheel travel trailer and needed someone to move it about a mile from where it was currently parked.  He intended to put the trailer in a high traffic area with the purpose of selling it.  I took my truck to his son's house, picked up the trailer, hauled it to the destination, and parked it to their satisfaction.  In the process, I endeavored to witness to the couple.  When they insisted that I take payment for what I had done, I refused, saying that they should come to the service that night, during which I would not prohibit them from putting some money in the offering.  The man did not come, but his wife and her sister did show up.  The sister was a pastor herself.  Usually, the presence of another pastor in a revival meeting helps the spirit of the meeting--so I was told in college and so I have found in my ministry.  This lady pastor's presence, however, seemed to be an exception to this rule.  Still, both ladies heard the Word of God as it went forth.  Both of them claimed to be saved.  I am going to endeavor to find the husband later on this week and give him a preaching CD with the Gospel on it.  Please pray for Tom that he would be saved.

Another promising highlight of this week is the Lower Alabama Pastor's Fellowship to be held here on Thursday of this week.  I am once again to preach at this meeting.  It has become one of my favorite meetings to preach in over the years.  It seems that every time I am in Mobile, I get to preach to this same group.  They are always so grateful for my preaching, although none of them has ever scheduled me for a meeting yet.  Maybe this time, things will be different.

Thank you for your prayers on our behalf.  Please continue to pray the Word of the Lord would have free course and be glorified (2 Thess. 3:1).

Family Update

Things have been busy around our house these last few weeks.  There is much talk of birthdays and weddings by our second child.  In just a few weeks, she will not only have her fourth birthday, but she is to be the flower girl in a wedding the same week!  Talk about excited!  It is almost all she talks about.  Josiah is also to be in the wedding, but he really doesn't say much about it.  I overheard Abigail telling Josiah what she wanted for her birthday.  I perked up my ears when this information was being shared, hoping to get a hint of her heart's desire at four years of age.  I was quite surprised to hear that she wanted a "pink horse trailer with flames on it!"  Sorry - not this year - or the next - or the next!  Maybe not ever.  What her plans for this enormous white elephant were, I am not sure, but she will have to be satisfied with a more ordinary, mundane gift.  How would you wrap that, anyway? 

In one of our recent meetings, we had a rather interesting experience.  A visiting lady became incensed when Paul made a comment in passing about his occasional dissatisfaction with a certain political figure.  She was sitting on the second row, nearly behind me, and she clapped her hands in the air, snorted loudly, and then refused to look at Paul the entire rest of the service.  Since it was in the very beginning of the message, she had to avoid his gaze for nearly forty-five minutes.  It was alarming at first, and then I began to be amused by the whole situation.  She was wearing an outfit of blaring purple, and I promptly dubbed her, "The Grape of Wrath."  Her behavior was as bad as some of the toddlers I have seen in Wal-mart.  The pastor told us later not to worry about it.  It was the first time she had been in church since she became angry at him over two years before about he can't remember what.  It is a sad commentary on church members when they become motivated more by politics than by holiness.  How many people would never turn on the TV again after hearing or seeing something profane?  Too few, I believe, and yet there are some who will leave a church because of the color of the carpet or some other trivial thing.   

Last weekend as we were traveling down to Mobile, Alabama, we stopped at a campground for the night.  When I took Abigail to the bathroom, I noticed that it was much lighter and airier in there than usual.  I looked up, and saw that the tiny skylight vent was open - no - it was missing!  Somewhere, it just flew off.  At least, this time it was only something small like a skylight bubble, and not a 20 foot awning.  Let this be a warning to you - never travel too close to a trailer. You never know when some miscellaneous part might come flying at you!  Paul climbed up on the roof of the trailer and rigged a garbage bag over the hole with some duct tape.  It was a good thing, too, because it poured down rain all night long.  Had we not had the garbage bag over the vent hole, we would have been flooded!  Of course, the bag did not survive the trip very well, and is now in shreds, the duct tape still clinging tenaciously to the roof.  So, now that we have a convertible style bathroom, the weather has turned cold making every trip to the bathroom very brief.  It's like having an outhouse indoors.  There was some talk of building a fire in the commode to help with the heating bill (the smoke could easily escape out the hole in the roof), but due to the sensitive nature of the smoke detector, we decided that it was a bad idea.  When the heat from the toaster oven sets off the smoke alarm, it is best not to start fires in small places.  

Tonight, I played a duet with myself at church.  The church has a beautiful digital piano, and I recorded myself playing a song.  Then for the special music, I played along with my violin!  That was a lot of fun, and very easy to prepare, especially since I knew exactly what the "accompanist" was going to do!  We will be here through Thursday, and across town next week for another meeting.  I do hope it warms up while we are here.  Goodness knows, enough of our heat has escaped out the bathroom vent to warm it up a little!  

The kids are all doing well, and we have all recovered from our recent illnesses.  Thank you for your prayers.  We know people have been praying for us, because of all the things that have happened to us during travel.  From brake locking up, to brakes not working at all, pieces of the trailer disappearing, blizzards, thunderstorms, crazy drivers - the Lord has protected us and kept us all safe.  What a great God we serve!

Ministry Update

After showing up sick to this meeting in Hot Springs, VA, the pastor decided that it might be better if I did not preach on Sunday so that I could rest and recover. I hope to be in the pulpit tonight, although I am nowhere close to being well. I do, however, feel better than I have since Thursday night, doubtless due to the prayers of all of you. Thank you so much.

Family Update

After thinking that my fever had broken Saturday morning, I was negatively surprised when it came back with a vengeance as the day progressed. We left Luray, VA, and by the time we were in Harrisonburg, VA, the old symptoms were all back: burning eyes, aching bones, nuclear headache, and overall physical weakness. Once we got off the Interstate and began our trek to the church, I was hoping to meet Jack Kevorkian or some half-crazed serial killer to at least put me out of my misery. No such personage materialized, however, much to my wife’s comfort.

The cow path that led to Hot Springs (a.k.a. US 220) caused some close calls for us pulling the trailer: there were several times when we feared we would rear end ourselves on some of the curves. Had the children not been asleep, they probably would have been carsick by the time we arrived.

Set-up in Hot Springs took longer than usual. We had the trailer situated, only to find that it had to be moved so that we could have electricity for the week. Then, I had to wire directly into the breaker box, quite a feat when one’s hands are shaking like a set of canastas. We finally got everything set up, except for water, which I decided could wait until later. I then stumbled back into the trailer for another sleepless night of furnacedom.

Saturday night, I was hotter than ever, according to my wife. Not that she minded. The God of heaven had chosen to mock the meteorologists in their ideas of global warming and postpone spring, at least in the mountains of western Virginia. In addition to the other happenings of the evening, there fell a wintry mix of sleet and snow.

One of the effects of this sickness for me is that it completely takes away my ability to sleep at night. I have not slept except for catnaps here and there since Wednesday night of last week. Saturday, however, was the worst that I can ever remember. I lay in bed generating so much heat that it made a rotisserie of my wife, who had to turn over regularly, so as to avoid spontaneous combustion herself. I felt as if I were getting worse as the night progressed toward midnight. It was about then that I started seeing apocalyptic visions. These visions continued until 1:00 when my wife finally convinced me to take a fever reducer. Looking back on it, I realize that I must have been hot because I don’t remember the heater coming on very much despite the frigidity of the outside air. By morning, I felt somewhat better, the symptoms of my sickness being suppressed by the fever reducer.

After talking to my pastor and youth pastor at my home church, as well as to my Dad and the pastor of the church in which I was supposed to be preaching, I decided that it might be best to see a doctor about my condition. It was either a doctor or a snake-handling faith healer across the line in West Virginia. I opted for the former. Since I obviously had no family practitioner in the area, my only option was the hospital emergency room. I was somewhat embarrassed to go to the emergency room for something as trifling as a fever, but I was nearing the place where pride was completely out of the picture. I was startled when they asked about my living will before they would treat me. I had known that it was bad, but surely not that bad.

Now, I am on three different medications that have taken care of most of the symptoms. I am still weak, sometimes dizzy, and fearful of possible brain damage that may have resulted from the fever. My wife assures me that my brain, dubious as it was to begin with, has now been cooked to the consistency of scrambled eggs, though somewhat less tasty.

Our girls are still sick, especially Esther, who has a nasty cough and a fussy disposition. Abigail is not as bad as Esther, and Josiah seems to be fine. Thank you all for your prayers. They have been felt and appreciated.

Attention: Future meetings with Evangelist Paul Crow are subject to the approval of the Centers for Disease Control.

Ministry Update

The Lord has given us a wonderful week of meetings at the Page Valley Baptist Church in Luray, VA. Hearts have been touched and challenged by the Word of God. Today, we head to Hot Springs, VA for another week of meetings. Thank you for praying for us.

During the slow months of the winter, God revealed to me through my pastor that I should write a book. I have been working on it ever since the new year and hope to have it available sometime in September. Please pray with me that God will use the book to minister to the hearts of men and women. The title is Cliffs and Fences: Personal Separation and Standards in a Biblical Perspective. I may work with the subtitle a little bit, but the first three words of that title are set in stone.

One of the things the Lord did for us this week was to lay it on the heart of someone to give a large gift toward paying off our trailer. Getting out from under that payment has been on my heart for quite some time, and God brought us much closer this week.

Family Update

This week has been wild from the family’s standpoint because of sickness. First of all, Sarah got sick at the beginning of the week and she has not recovered yet. Then Josiah was touch and go for a while, then I got sick, then the girls got it. Fever, runny nose, and a deep, sometimes barking cough are the symptoms of this diabolical disease. Because Sarah lost her voice early in the week, I had to sing a couple of nights. Due to the negative impact my vocalizing had on the crowds, we decided to have Sarah play the piano for the rest of the special music. Having escaped the plague most of the week, I found myself in its clutches Thursday night. After that service, I was unable to sleep all night long because of a fever of 101. Friday night, the fever had proven itself as inseparable as my shadow. After preaching, I stumbled home for another sleepless night. Shortly after 6:00 Saturday morning, the fever broke and I am on the way toward feeling better. The girls are still sick. Evangelists may not carry revival in their trailers, but this evangelist carries a dreaded sickness. Hopefully, the word won’t get out.

Paul

Ministry Update

The Lord has given us many opportunities of service over the past couple of weeks. During the terrible blizzard (see below), I was in Denver, CO for a training session with Baptist Youth Mission. I will be traveling with them this summer as one of their youth evangelists doing vacation Bible schools and teen revivals. I am looking forward to it.

One of the opportunities that I enjoyed today was preaching to a juvenile detention center. I went in to address an audience that was not really interested in who I was. As my time went on and I preached to them, God gave me an entrance into their hearts. I was interrupted by the guard before I could give an invitation, but I was at least able to go through the Gospel with them. The longer I preach, the more grateful I am to preach in jails, for one, and to teenagers, for another.

Thank you all for your prayers. Our busy season of revival meetings is upon us. Our only hope is that the trailer will be ready to go for that time. The Lord is opening new doors for us as we go, and we are grateful for every opportunity that He provides for ministry.

Family Update

Well, having survived the great “Blizzard” that came through southern Ohio, I now feel up to date on my quota of bad weather. In fact, we had about three months’ worth of weather in the ten days we were there. It was really quite unbelievable. In the first week we were in Ohio, it was sunny, then it froze, then it rained and flooded, and then it iced and thawed. After that, the blizzard came with snow coming down two inches per hour, and then two days later, we were playing in the foot-deep snow in 60 degree weather. Needless to say, our snowman only survived for two days. The kids loved playing in the snow, and I was glad that it was rather warm, since they didn’t have proper snow clothes.

Our trailer has been giving us problems. The brakes have locked up on the rear wheel of the trailer, and must be repaired before we can drive it again. This has made for much scrambling and packing lately as we go to our different meetings. I am looking forward to getting back “home” to the trailer.

Today we had a wonderful meeting with Bro. Don Snow in New Philadelphia, OH. He and his family have been personal friends of our family since I was in diapers (literally). It was such a blessing to see them again and catch up on what is happening there at the church. Of course, I took a lot of teasing from him, but I managed to bear up with a longsuffering spirit, as you can well imagine.

Today, I looked in Abigail’s ears, and jokingly told her that there were potatoes growing in them. With a fearful voice, she said, “For weal?” I am certain that my laughter reassured her.

Esther has managed to fall as many times as possible in the last several days. Probably because she noticed that the bruises from her last tumble have started to fade. She fell out of bed last night in the hotel where we were staying. I say staying because we definitely were not sleeping. She bounced around on the bed for over an hour before we finally called the front desk to see if they had a spare cage. Once we procured a pack-n-play, she promptly fell asleep. Familiar surroundings, I guess. Today, she fell down a short flight of stairs at the pastor’s house. Later, I caught her about to follow Josiah’s example and jump off of the three-foot high platform at the church. She was all crouched and ready to spring, when I screeched “NO!” from the back of the auditorium. Tonight, she opened the drawers of the hotel dresser, and was climbing in them. I am not sure what mischief she was planning, but that also was nipped in the bud.

Josiah came into contact with peanut residue while in the gymnasium, and so, looked somewhat like a spotted hyena tonight, in addition to wheezing a lot. We treated him and washed him off as best we could. Sometimes things happen that are out of our control. He is a little trooper, though, and seems to be recovering quite well. Please pray that he would get over the sickness he has been fighting for a week or so. It puts him off balance enough that other things bother his breathing and complexion (hives, eczema). We are praying that the Lord would heal him of his allergies, and give us grace to deal with them for the time being.

Ministry Update

The Lord allowed us to fill an open date almost at the last minute.  Sunday, we were in Twin City Bible Church in Nitro, WV preaching and ministering in music.  The Lord really met with us.  On Sunday morning, the Lord really got hold of hearts and many came and made key decisions in the area of interpersonal relationships.  There were those that were making things right with each other after the service and others that couldn't wait to see someone who wasn't there so that they could make things right.  It was wonderful to see God work. 

After a youth rally on Friday night in Morgantown, WV, we quit the Mountaineer state, heading West to IN.  Thank you so much for your prayers for us.  The emphasis of Friday is to be an evangelistic one, with the promise of lost people present for the rally.  Please pray that God will save souls.

Ministry Update

The Lord gave us a great month of ministry last month. Every Sunday except one, I was able to preach at the Bible Baptist Church of Spencer, NC. In addition, we were also able to minister in another church and gain another good contact for the future. The Bible Truth Music Leadership Conference was a highlight last month as well. This month will find us in West Virginia (hence the need for the passports, see below) and on into the Midwest. Thank you all for your prayers as we continue to travel and preach the Gospel.

Paul

Family Update

We know you are all eager to hear what has been going on at our house lately, so we will present the latest episode of “As the Trailer Turns.” Things have been quite busy since the first of the year with the general things of life, church, school, etc. Perhaps the most important thing was Josiah making a public profession of his faith before the church and getting baptized. How wonderful to see our son following the Lord in this first step of obedience. While we were waiting in the baptismal dressing room on Sunday morning, Josiah said to me, “I know that if I die before I get baptized, I will still go to heaven!” I responded that I hoped we wouldn’t have to test that statement. He stands firmly on the Bible for assurance of his salvation. All of his grandparents were present for this momentous occasion, and there were very few dry eyes. That evening, he was able to partake of his first communion, too, which was very exciting for him. We did substitute an unleavened potato chip for the bread, but I am sure the Lord understands. When you can’t eat bread, there just isn’t much choice! Some of you may take theological offense, but I am sure that with counseling you will get over it.

Josiah also had a great loss this past week when his first tooth finally evacuated his mouth. Only two small yanks and that baby was out of there. No, I did not use the doorknob method of extraction alluded to in an earlier update. Nor did I use the pliers as some suggested, or tie his tooth to the bumper of the truck and drive away. It was all very humane. He did ask if I was the “tooth fairy” when he put it under his pillow that night. I pretended to be offended and asked if he thought I looked like the tooth fairy, at which question he dissolved into uncontrollable giggles. I wonder what that was supposed to mean!?

Last week, (yes – everything happened last week, in case you are wondering, and we are glad that nothing has happened this week because it gives us time to recover between disasters) all three kids came down with the stomach flu. Esther was first, then Abigail caught it, and finally, Josiah. It was fortunate for me that I was gone for the day when it struck all three of them at the same time. Paul could hardly keep up with the cleanup, if you know what I mean. I did offer to come home, but he told me he preferred playing the martyr. Apparently, the penchant for drama runs in the family, because Josiah told Paul during this rather traumatic event, “I think that this is going to be my last day on earth!” You have all probably heard of the acclaim of Superman – “Faster than a speeding bullet…Able to leap tall buildings with a single bound…” With slight modification, these can now be applied to Paul. “Faster than a puking child in the middle of the night…Able to leap from bed to the other end of the trailer in a single bound, while grabbing the trashcan on the way…” Thankfully, his cape did not get snagged in the door of our phone booth-sized bathroom. I am happy to report that our health is back to normal, although we still start in fear when anyone coughs or burps. Just today, I caught Esther hanging over the Lego box, pantomiming throwing up. The drama gene again, I’m sure.

We also took the family to apply for our passports last week. This will enable us to continue taking mission trips with the family. The last time we went out of the country, we had a difficult time with the officials because all we had was our birth certificates. Now they won’t accept that either, so we really had no other choice. Paul went Thursday, and applied for his, and then took the rest of us on Friday. First we had to get our pictures taken. Trust us to pick the only Wal-mart in the area that did not have a digital camera. Instead, we had to wait for the Polaroid pictures to develop, and then discard them all because they were too small. Esther had her picture taken four times, and Abigail had hers taken three times. After we finally got done there, having had nine pictures for the price of four, we went to the passport office.

To call the esteemed establishment an office is really a grand flattery. It was just a room off of a maze of corridors in the post office. The fact that it had five chairs in it, seeing that there were twenty people waiting, was not of much consequence. After what seemed an interminable amount of time, we gathered all of our papers and offspring and herded them into the “office.” Esther took this opportunity to further advance her career in espionage by opening file drawers while we talked to the lady in charge. Since her reading skills are not all that they should be, she gave up on the state department files, and began hacking into the computer at the next work station. We barely intervened before she tested out their brand new digital camera. I think the passport official was relieved to have real Americans sitting before her, with real papers. We overheard her say while we were sitting in the waiting area, “Well, if you decide to become a citizen, then you can come back.” Apparently, it isn’t as easy to get a passport as some people might think. I was rather disgruntled when the woman told us that Josiah’s photo may be sent back because it is too small. Back to the Polaroid studio, I guess.

We are quite ready to get back on the road again, and ask that you pray for the Lord to continue to open doors for us in the next few weeks and months. Our summer is already full, for which we are grateful, but we still have several openings throughout the year. Our desire is that God would lay it on the hearts of good men to have us into their churches, and that we would be effective ministers at each opportunity.

Sarah