Hearing Missionary Stories
I think I have that cough about wrestled into submission now. It just gives me the occasional little whimper or bark. Mainly I’ve been wearing my new Pashima scarf with some flare to how I arrange it around my shoulders, and coughing into it when necessary. I wore the red one for a number of days last week and then threw it into a load of laundry on Saturday, and started wearing the blue one.
This has allowed me a clear conscience to attend two missions conferences this past weekend. I had a display table up for Western Tract Mission at the one in Neuanlage, my former home church. I was there on Friday and Saturday evenings.
My current city church, together with the sister Alliance churches was having a missions conference too. I managed to attend the Saturday morning and lunch sessions, and then again on Sunday morning, and in the evening we had a Latino supper served before the closing Rally.
Now, I’m not sure how much to go on and on about the missions conferences, (some subscriber always seems to unsubscribe from this list when I use too much spiritual talk), but I’ve got’a say, I’ve always loved to hear missionaries tell their stories, and I really REALLY enjoyed the ones I heard this past weekend.
How about if I just hint at some of them?
There was someone from a new ministry called Rock Solid Refuge, which is like Teen Challenge, but geared for young men ages 14-18 who are having addiction issues.
A young man from my home town talked of going to Rwanda again this November-December to run a kids’ camp for the 4th year, and this time training their own people to run it henceforth.
A young woman from Tennessee talked of coming to the west coast in Canada to work in a friendship center for Muslim immigrants, and loving it.
A couple, friends of mine for the last 20+ years, are also working in that area, and the man focused his messages on Bible stories of Abraham and the Arab hospitality seen there, as they have come to know it working in that same Friendship center - among other things.
In the city sessions I heard two missionaries twice. One young woman has worked in Mexico City for ten years, part of her time with university students who come to her English club and part of it with street kids. She struck me as a great woman of prayer. I asked to correspond with her.
The other was a veteran missionary to Japan, and he described how differently they must go about planting churches in Tokyo, and then at the closing Rally, how they had found ways to help with the disaster relief after the earthquake and Tsunami earlier this year. I was quite impressed!
Maybe the most profound statistic that lingers with me, is that 20,000 people lost their lives in that disaster, but 30,000 Japanese take their lives by suicide each year - for the past 10 years! That is an even greater spiritual disaster!