The Translator
A hundred women, beautifully dressed in multi-coloured sari arrived, chatting noisily while picking up a cup of hot masala tea. After several minutes of enjoying friendly greetings, each one found her place to sit on a red plastic chair in the Calcutta India Bible Society office, situated on the second floor of a two hundred year old heritage building. The meeting began.
Then Sahana pulled the extra fabric of the crisp white and royal blue sari scarf over her bowed head and prayed aloud in Bengali. Although I did not understand the language, her powerful voice, clear delivery and sincere approach drew me into God's presence. I looked forward to her interpreting the day's event.
In spite of the excessive heat sending rivulets of perspiration running along my hairline and beyond, chills rippled down my spine as she translated the recited scripture and message on a woman's value. As I turned, so did she. At my slightest hand movement, hers followed. Words
barely left my mouth before she grabbed them and threw them out to the audience. Volume, voice and inflection copied perfectly, challenging me to focus on my words. Although we both had different coloured skin and looked nothing alike, I watched in amazement as I saw myself in Sahana. She became me for that day. Not only were words interpreted but so was I. In doing so, she powerfully communicated God's word, His love, plan and purpose for women to enjoy their divinely designed role. In a male dominated society, they were timely words.
Sahana Adhikary, born into the highest Hindu cast order, Brahman, excitedly shared the meaning of her name with me. "Sahana means voice, Adhikary means king, so I am the voice of the king." Accepting Christ as her personal saviour necessitated leaving her cultural heritage behind. With a determination to speak about her new found faith, she boldly lives out her name.
Meanwhile, out on the streets of Calcutta, festival preparations were under way for the Durga Pujit, one of the biggest annual Hindu celebrations. Ten days of feasting, partying and sacrificing to honour the goddess of all creation. The eight-armed, three-eyed idol is believed to wipe away the miseries and suffering of her devotees.In a culture where caste system still exists, it wasn't difficult to see that this idol held them in bondage, each dwelling making an effort to display their own shrine or altar, whether simple or elaborate. Daily displays of flowers, incense and food marked every few feet along the sidewalk or road in an attempt to gain Durga's favour. All were oblivious to the fact that no more sacrifices are needed to enjoy an abundant life.
During our time together, I enjoyed Sahana's companionship, watching her brown eyes flash understanding as she passed on my words and thoughts. Without her, there was no message of hope that day.
I can't help but wonder if God felt like that when Jesus became His translator. Language wasn't the barrier, sin was.When Jesus appeared, He translated the words of the Father, communicating to us the greatest story of love.
The streets were busy the day He arrived on earth too. Many were not aware that the Prince of Peace had arrived. But to those who listened, they heard a voice say, Behold the virgin shall be with child, and shall bear a Son and they shall call His name Immanuel, which translated means, "God with us." Matthew 1:23...NAS
The Word became flesh and blood and moved into the neighbourhood. We saw the glory with our own eyes, the one-of-a-kind glory, like Father, like Son. John 1:14...The Message
There is power in being an image bearer. Just as Sahana interpreted me for the women that day, Jesus interpreted the Father for us. And both showed me that, in turn, I am to be a reflection of Christ. May the image of God, the Son be reflected in everything I say and do, so that I may translate who He is to others.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
A Thankful Heart October 2009
How many bad hair days can you have in a row? How many ways can you cook rice and how many times will it be served today? What will I have for Thanksgiving dinner and will I truly be thankful?
I'm sitting in a hotel room in Hyderabad, India, half a world away pondering such questions. Back in Fergus, Ontario, our family will soon gather at our home (without us) for the autumn harvest celebration, Thanksgiving.
Just a few minutes ago I heard Bob shout, teeth chattering, "There's no hot water." It is difficult to believe that he could be cold after spending the entire day wiping perspiration from his brow in the 34 degree, high humidity temperatures; however, we have come to enjoy and expect a shower to be at least warm. Not to be daunted by such triviality, he continued his cold wash. Very soon after, the same voice called again. "No there's no water." It begs the question of which is is worse, no hot water or no water at all.
I certainly do not want to be listed with the ungrateful. We are having a great experience. And I love rice and curried chicken. Really. Day after day, I look at all those little pieces of white on my plate, wondering if any of them might move, and give thanks. That is, until a few days ago. I watched as a fellow guest poured a cup of saffron soup with chilies over her pile of rice. Immediately, hundreds of grains swam merrily around the surface of her plate, swept in a current of green and yellow liquid. I quickly glanced away, desperately hoping that my face did not announce the arrival of nausea. Then I tried to convince everyone I was not hungry. It didn't work. Somehow our Indian coordinator sensed the real problem and proposed a Western food restaurant for supper that night. The gracious hostess, however, wanted to please, suggesting they would prepare anything we wanted for the evening meal. How about Swiss Chalet? For a pleasant moment I dreamed of the possibility. But, for the sake of hospitality and not offending the kind cooks, just a few hours later, I faced the same dilemma. Most of the exact dishes graced the simply set table with one difference...boiled potatoes, quartered with skins on, filling a plate. I sure made a meal of them that night, grateful for each high-carb bite. True Western fare.
I'm dreaming of all my children and grandchildren using cutlery for their holiday meal, while observing all around me adults seemingly playing in their food, ensuring every single morsel of rice is coated with curry or pepper sauce. Then, deftly using all five fingers of the right hand, insert the delicacy into their mouth. Flashbacks to the countless times I stuck a utensil in one of my toddler's little hands and they immediately threw it on the floor. Wasted time perhaps?
An echo of familiarity from the distant past rings in my ears right now. Grumblers, we called them in Sunday School. The sons of Israel complained that they had no water either and an overabundance of manna, God's provision...endless days of the same old.Looking back and remembering the best of the past, they forgot the difficulties of life in Egypt, and wanted to go back...to a life of bondage. Later on in their pilgrimage, they hung their harps on the willows, sat down and wept while longing for another life.
Can we sing a song in a strange land? Yes, everyday Bob and I sing as part of our assignment here. More importantly though, music helps convey our gratitude for this incredible opportunity to discover, not only differences but the common bond of Christ's body all over the world. Little adjustments pale in comparison to the wonderful people we encounter in each city, town or tribal area. Our experience here is richer by far because of all the cultural diversity, adding new colour, flavour, sights and sounds to the adventure.
By the way our Indian coordinator told me when she started global travelling, she prayed for the Lord to give her an international stomach. I'll put that on my prayer list next time but for now I want to go back, not to Egypt but home to Canada... a land of cool temperature, unlimited flushes and endless great hair days.
How many bad hair days can you have in a row? How many ways can you cook rice and how many times will it be served today? What will I have for Thanksgiving dinner and will I truly be thankful?
I'm sitting in a hotel room in Hyderabad, India, half a world away pondering such questions. Back in Fergus, Ontario, our family will soon gather at our home (without us) for the autumn harvest celebration, Thanksgiving.
Just a few minutes ago I heard Bob shout, teeth chattering, "There's no hot water." It is difficult to believe that he could be cold after spending the entire day wiping perspiration from his brow in the 34 degree, high humidity temperatures; however, we have come to enjoy and expect a shower to be at least warm. Not to be daunted by such triviality, he continued his cold wash. Very soon after, the same voice called again. "No there's no water." It begs the question of which is is worse, no hot water or no water at all.
I certainly do not want to be listed with the ungrateful. We are having a great experience. And I love rice and curried chicken. Really. Day after day, I look at all those little pieces of white on my plate, wondering if any of them might move, and give thanks. That is, until a few days ago. I watched as a fellow guest poured a cup of saffron soup with chilies over her pile of rice. Immediately, hundreds of grains swam merrily around the surface of her plate, swept in a current of green and yellow liquid. I quickly glanced away, desperately hoping that my face did not announce the arrival of nausea. Then I tried to convince everyone I was not hungry. It didn't work. Somehow our Indian coordinator sensed the real problem and proposed a Western food restaurant for supper that night. The gracious hostess, however, wanted to please, suggesting they would prepare anything we wanted for the evening meal. How about Swiss Chalet? For a pleasant moment I dreamed of the possibility. But, for the sake of hospitality and not offending the kind cooks, just a few hours later, I faced the same dilemma. Most of the exact dishes graced the simply set table with one difference...boiled potatoes, quartered with skins on, filling a plate. I sure made a meal of them that night, grateful for each high-carb bite. True Western fare.
I'm dreaming of all my children and grandchildren using cutlery for their holiday meal, while observing all around me adults seemingly playing in their food, ensuring every single morsel of rice is coated with curry or pepper sauce. Then, deftly using all five fingers of the right hand, insert the delicacy into their mouth. Flashbacks to the countless times I stuck a utensil in one of my toddler's little hands and they immediately threw it on the floor. Wasted time perhaps?
An echo of familiarity from the distant past rings in my ears right now. Grumblers, we called them in Sunday School. The sons of Israel complained that they had no water either and an overabundance of manna, God's provision...endless days of the same old.Looking back and remembering the best of the past, they forgot the difficulties of life in Egypt, and wanted to go back...to a life of bondage. Later on in their pilgrimage, they hung their harps on the willows, sat down and wept while longing for another life.
Can we sing a song in a strange land? Yes, everyday Bob and I sing as part of our assignment here. More importantly though, music helps convey our gratitude for this incredible opportunity to discover, not only differences but the common bond of Christ's body all over the world. Little adjustments pale in comparison to the wonderful people we encounter in each city, town or tribal area. Our experience here is richer by far because of all the cultural diversity, adding new colour, flavour, sights and sounds to the adventure.
By the way our Indian coordinator told me when she started global travelling, she prayed for the Lord to give her an international stomach. I'll put that on my prayer list next time but for now I want to go back, not to Egypt but home to Canada... a land of cool temperature, unlimited flushes and endless great hair days.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Who Will Go?
Oh Canada, my home and native land
I've never kissed the soil before, but the temptation prodded strongly. Our plane smoothly landed in TO yesterday about 1:00pm after thirty-six hours in airports and air. Please don't feel too sorry for us.The Hyderabad airport lounge provided delicious snacks, drinks, TV, internet, showers and for an additional cost, back massages. (Eileen and I succumbed)
May we never take this country for granted again (memory does fade tho'). During Thanksgiving celebrations, hopefully you counted all the ways it is a privilege to walk, talk, live and have your being here in this nation. I'd like to think I am forever changed by this wonderful adventure given to us, but after a month in Asia, awareness of my own greedy nature overwhelms me.(Ugly and green says Pastor John)
A large piece of our hearts now resides across the pond.Can we ever forget the daily challenges that face our brothers and sisters there?Travelling just a few miles can take hours. A trip to Canada's Wonderland will not be necessary for awhile for the thrill of driving in a cab on a three lane roadway, five rows of cars vyying for the space and two more rows of motorcycles weaving in and out of any existing surface area while throngs of people search for a wee break to make it to the other side, satisfy any desire for stomach flips. Many times I felt confident that angels were pushing back a bumper here, pulling a bicycle there and transporting a mother and child safely across paths seemingly unsafe by any standards. Too many people for the amount of available space, no vehicles without a a few dings.
The wonderful people we met continues to bend our hearts in different directions (as Kathleen Gibson says). The vision and strong faith of many is making a difference. Several people from Orissa attended the All India conference this week. Orissa, in north-east India, last year became the site of horrible attacks on Christians by Hindu extremists, wanting to rid society of them. Over 100 were brutally murdered, burned alive or tortured. 50,000 (mostly Christians) are homeless, 4500 houses and 250 churched burned or destroyed as well as 13 educational centres. That's only one of the many areas suffering without appropriate judicial help.
Christianity is seen by many to be a Western religion and is thus hated. In fact, Thomas (remember the doubter?) first went to India (reluctantly)with the gospel in 54 a.d. We visited the first church site in Kerala.
Oh Canada, my home and native land
I've never kissed the soil before, but the temptation prodded strongly. Our plane smoothly landed in TO yesterday about 1:00pm after thirty-six hours in airports and air. Please don't feel too sorry for us.The Hyderabad airport lounge provided delicious snacks, drinks, TV, internet, showers and for an additional cost, back massages. (Eileen and I succumbed)
May we never take this country for granted again (memory does fade tho'). During Thanksgiving celebrations, hopefully you counted all the ways it is a privilege to walk, talk, live and have your being here in this nation. I'd like to think I am forever changed by this wonderful adventure given to us, but after a month in Asia, awareness of my own greedy nature overwhelms me.(Ugly and green says Pastor John)
A large piece of our hearts now resides across the pond.Can we ever forget the daily challenges that face our brothers and sisters there?Travelling just a few miles can take hours. A trip to Canada's Wonderland will not be necessary for awhile for the thrill of driving in a cab on a three lane roadway, five rows of cars vyying for the space and two more rows of motorcycles weaving in and out of any existing surface area while throngs of people search for a wee break to make it to the other side, satisfy any desire for stomach flips. Many times I felt confident that angels were pushing back a bumper here, pulling a bicycle there and transporting a mother and child safely across paths seemingly unsafe by any standards. Too many people for the amount of available space, no vehicles without a a few dings.
The wonderful people we met continues to bend our hearts in different directions (as Kathleen Gibson says). The vision and strong faith of many is making a difference. Several people from Orissa attended the All India conference this week. Orissa, in north-east India, last year became the site of horrible attacks on Christians by Hindu extremists, wanting to rid society of them. Over 100 were brutally murdered, burned alive or tortured. 50,000 (mostly Christians) are homeless, 4500 houses and 250 churched burned or destroyed as well as 13 educational centres. That's only one of the many areas suffering without appropriate judicial help.
Christianity is seen by many to be a Western religion and is thus hated. In fact, Thomas (remember the doubter?) first went to India (reluctantly)with the gospel in 54 a.d. We visited the first church site in Kerala.
Thank you all for travelling with us. All the emails, prayers and support encouraged us each day.
With God's help, we will continue to follow wherever He sends.
Happy Serving HIM!
Bob and Ruth Lord send me
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Who Will Go?
The amazing stories continue...we have only shared a sampling. The Abraham family, from Kerala area in south India, had a vision 80 years ago. The dream to have land and facility for international study and opportunity to develop God given talents filled Mercy Luke's grandfather's heart. We met Mercy and her parents (85 years young) who have kept the dream alive all these years. The India Bible College is a tribute to God's faithfullness to provide everything needed to bring about dreams that He places in our hearts. We sang and spoke in the existing facility but visited the new campus which will open in the next year. It is a modern facility standing on a rubber plantation. The trees are tapped somewhat like maple trees and the money used to continue the operation of the education centre.
What a sharp contrast to Trinity College in Hyderabad. Another dream -an Albertan in 1994 began this college with a handful of eager students. A move to a larger building in June still seemed rather insufficient to us. Thirty students and staff, along with guests, crammed into a 14'x 20' room. Such simple surroundings did not hamper their eagerness to learn. Wonderful interviews with two faculty members gave us a glimpse into the excellent quality of education received there. Stella Bogi is president and looks forward to sharing her dream for expanding the opportunity.
More to share when we get home...this post is done in the hotel office in Hyderabad.
Leave in a couple hours... Homeward bound.
Happy Serving
Bob and Ruth Lord send me
32 degrees with 98% humidity (my evaluation)
The amazing stories continue...we have only shared a sampling. The Abraham family, from Kerala area in south India, had a vision 80 years ago. The dream to have land and facility for international study and opportunity to develop God given talents filled Mercy Luke's grandfather's heart. We met Mercy and her parents (85 years young) who have kept the dream alive all these years. The India Bible College is a tribute to God's faithfullness to provide everything needed to bring about dreams that He places in our hearts. We sang and spoke in the existing facility but visited the new campus which will open in the next year. It is a modern facility standing on a rubber plantation. The trees are tapped somewhat like maple trees and the money used to continue the operation of the education centre.
What a sharp contrast to Trinity College in Hyderabad. Another dream -an Albertan in 1994 began this college with a handful of eager students. A move to a larger building in June still seemed rather insufficient to us. Thirty students and staff, along with guests, crammed into a 14'x 20' room. Such simple surroundings did not hamper their eagerness to learn. Wonderful interviews with two faculty members gave us a glimpse into the excellent quality of education received there. Stella Bogi is president and looks forward to sharing her dream for expanding the opportunity.
More to share when we get home...this post is done in the hotel office in Hyderabad.
Leave in a couple hours... Homeward bound.
Happy Serving
Bob and Ruth Lord send me
32 degrees with 98% humidity (my evaluation)
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
WHO WILL GO?Mumbai to Pune by cab- three and half hours. Depok our Hindu driver took us on a tour of Mumbai, a city of huge contrasts. Large highrises, boulevards with lush greenery next to rundown apartments, clothes hanging from the balconies, mile after mile. Through the hills and mountains, up and down, we enjoyed the natural beauty of this county of many people, languages, religions and cultures. As we approached Pune, the neon signs pierced the darkening sky.
A university town bursting with scooters, loud music and food. (not much different from home- well, a little)
After a quick bite on the fifth floor of this modern mall, we continued on to Union Biblical Seminary, a very old campus considered the best Biblical training in India. Talking to these professors, eating with them and observing their concern for the youth of this nation is inspiring.
Usha (oo-sha) shared her story. Her mother died when she was 3 1/2 years old. The impact of Christian schools here is very positive so her Hindu father took her and three sisters to one such school, where he knew they would be well cared for. He returned when she turned 15, but by this time she had embraced Christ and asked not to go back to her roots of idolotry. I asked her why she changed to another religion. "It was LOVE. Everyone embraced us, loved us. That is the reason." Of course, she had not converted to another religion. She had been recoonected to God through a relationship with His son, Jesus. Now she works in the seminary where her husband is a prof.
She reflected how Jesus said the world would know that we are HIS...love for each other.
Happy Serving but Home is looking sweeter each day!
Bob and Ruth Lord send me!
A university town bursting with scooters, loud music and food. (not much different from home- well, a little)
After a quick bite on the fifth floor of this modern mall, we continued on to Union Biblical Seminary, a very old campus considered the best Biblical training in India. Talking to these professors, eating with them and observing their concern for the youth of this nation is inspiring.
Usha (oo-sha) shared her story. Her mother died when she was 3 1/2 years old. The impact of Christian schools here is very positive so her Hindu father took her and three sisters to one such school, where he knew they would be well cared for. He returned when she turned 15, but by this time she had embraced Christ and asked not to go back to her roots of idolotry. I asked her why she changed to another religion. "It was LOVE. Everyone embraced us, loved us. That is the reason." Of course, she had not converted to another religion. She had been recoonected to God through a relationship with His son, Jesus. Now she works in the seminary where her husband is a prof.
She reflected how Jesus said the world would know that we are HIS...love for each other.
Happy Serving but Home is looking sweeter each day!
Bob and Ruth Lord send me!
Saturday, October 3, 2009
WHO WILL GO?
Thailand presented us with many exciting experinces the richest being the wonderful people who are impacting lives around them.
Dr Buakap made sure that we enjoyed the elephant farm, where we all rode for an hour and returned on ox-carts. These large animals provided quite a show including painting a few pictures which are featured in the tourist shops.
After that excitment we were on a roll and settled (??) on a bamboo raft for a ride down the river. Cooled our feet. Eileen paddled for a few strokes, not wanting to miss an opportunity for a good picture. Way to go, Eileen!
A visit to the parasol making factory gave way to helping the economy and large parcels to carry on the plane. (Eileen has the heaviest load!!)
We watched the silk-making demo and broused the store. Not telling who had the fullest bags there.
Happy (and slightly cooler) Serving
Bob and Ruth Lord, send me
Ah Thailand- no wonder my nephew returns year after year!
Thailand presented us with many exciting experinces the richest being the wonderful people who are impacting lives around them.
Dr Buakap made sure that we enjoyed the elephant farm, where we all rode for an hour and returned on ox-carts. These large animals provided quite a show including painting a few pictures which are featured in the tourist shops.
After that excitment we were on a roll and settled (??) on a bamboo raft for a ride down the river. Cooled our feet. Eileen paddled for a few strokes, not wanting to miss an opportunity for a good picture. Way to go, Eileen!
A visit to the parasol making factory gave way to helping the economy and large parcels to carry on the plane. (Eileen has the heaviest load!!)
We watched the silk-making demo and broused the store. Not telling who had the fullest bags there.
Happy (and slightly cooler) Serving
Bob and Ruth Lord, send me
Ah Thailand- no wonder my nephew returns year after year!
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Barefeet, dogs and lizards
WHO WILL GO? Sept 29- Oct 2
Arrived in Chaing Mai Wednesday am. Beautiful smiling faces welcomed us to the Voice of Peace headquarters, where we stayed during our time in this charming city. Neatly manicured trees, shrubs and flowers adorned the streets, with peaks of the Himilayas creating a perfect background.
In the evening we were driven forty-five minutes to the Tribal area in outlying villages. Tropical trees covered the van as it inched its way over the last few hundred feet. Thatched roofs hung over bamboo walls, light peeking though the cracks.
A group sang and played instruments as we entered the simple church making our way to the front. Dr. Buakap, our hostess, told us to leave on our shoes. Although wanting to fit in to the culture here, the sight of bugs, and lizards on the tile floor helped us compromise our earlier desire to conform to the barefoot tradition (Wimps)
Children played in the aisles as dogs wandered around enjoying the companionship. I'd never had an animal in my audience before, making it difficult to keep a straight face. I couldnt help smiling as a large black dog meandered up the aisle towards me and on out the door opening. Meanwhile the profile of another dog sitting in the doorway, as though listening to my talk on self worth, gave rise to a few personal chuckles.
Althought set up as a womens meeting , men arrived as well...several pastors and wives from the surrounding area. What a special opportunity to encourage them in their ministry in the villages.
This was the first time we'd met outside a city so the casual atmosphere, the open air, the sounds of the thick jungle bush all made for new memories.
Contrast that evening with Thursday night when we particpated in a city church gathering. Interpretive dance , a worship team with flags, banners, and a small band set a positive atmosphere for sharing our hearts and singing. (The four of us have been featured as a quartet few times- no laughing please!) At least half of the audience was young people including a group of twenty from RUT (Rise Up Thailand) Christian youth rising up to change their world for Christ. Such courage, boldness and determination they displayed.
Friday mornig, we shared the devotions with the staff at the Voice of Peace office, then off to the Christian hospital to distribute reading material and pray with patients. What an atmosphere with such freedom to share the gospel.
Thais are naturally shy. To see them go from ward to ward sharing the peace of Christ, convinced me that anyone can do this when the love for Him is strong.
More lasting friendships made in this beatiful nation.
Flying on - back to India October 3
Arrived in Chaing Mai Wednesday am. Beautiful smiling faces welcomed us to the Voice of Peace headquarters, where we stayed during our time in this charming city. Neatly manicured trees, shrubs and flowers adorned the streets, with peaks of the Himilayas creating a perfect background.
In the evening we were driven forty-five minutes to the Tribal area in outlying villages. Tropical trees covered the van as it inched its way over the last few hundred feet. Thatched roofs hung over bamboo walls, light peeking though the cracks.
A group sang and played instruments as we entered the simple church making our way to the front. Dr. Buakap, our hostess, told us to leave on our shoes. Although wanting to fit in to the culture here, the sight of bugs, and lizards on the tile floor helped us compromise our earlier desire to conform to the barefoot tradition (Wimps)
Children played in the aisles as dogs wandered around enjoying the companionship. I'd never had an animal in my audience before, making it difficult to keep a straight face. I couldnt help smiling as a large black dog meandered up the aisle towards me and on out the door opening. Meanwhile the profile of another dog sitting in the doorway, as though listening to my talk on self worth, gave rise to a few personal chuckles.
Althought set up as a womens meeting , men arrived as well...several pastors and wives from the surrounding area. What a special opportunity to encourage them in their ministry in the villages.
This was the first time we'd met outside a city so the casual atmosphere, the open air, the sounds of the thick jungle bush all made for new memories.
Contrast that evening with Thursday night when we particpated in a city church gathering. Interpretive dance , a worship team with flags, banners, and a small band set a positive atmosphere for sharing our hearts and singing. (The four of us have been featured as a quartet few times- no laughing please!) At least half of the audience was young people including a group of twenty from RUT (Rise Up Thailand) Christian youth rising up to change their world for Christ. Such courage, boldness and determination they displayed.
Friday mornig, we shared the devotions with the staff at the Voice of Peace office, then off to the Christian hospital to distribute reading material and pray with patients. What an atmosphere with such freedom to share the gospel.
Thais are naturally shy. To see them go from ward to ward sharing the peace of Christ, convinced me that anyone can do this when the love for Him is strong.
More lasting friendships made in this beatiful nation.
Flying on - back to India October 3
Monday, September 28, 2009
WHO WILL GO?
Continuing adventures in Nepal- Sept 21-26
The seminars took place in a small church with a variey of multi-coloured carpets where the ladies sat on the floor eagerly awaiting the newcomers. We entered barefoot, leaving our shoes at the door with all the others.
Eileen gave a warm greeting followed by Bob who introduced the book of Titus. Sushma translated putting emphasis exactly where needed.
Ruth began with memorizing scripture (Psalm 8) The following day, collectively, these sharp women were able to recite the nine verses, with actions. (I learned quickly that the order in which I sign needed to be changed because of their sentence structure- made for a few smiles) I wish you could have seen their faces, knowing that they to could recite long passages. A great shout of praise.
How exciting to encourage these women, to affirm their value and significant purpose for such a time as this. Many are rising to take leadership roles. (The former mayor's wife helped to emcee the event)
On Thursday Bob and I conducted a mini-seminar for couples in leadership roles. We played the newlywed game and discovered they are not only great sports but also deal with all the same issues as couples in the western world. Under the headings spiritual, mental, social and physical, we encouraged group participation to establish God's plan for a healthy, long lasting marriage. The couples all read to each other the Love chapter 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 inserting their own name in place of love...powerful!
Some of the participants came all four days- thought they would be tired of us!
Our lodging was in Patan, the oldest city in Nepal, across the river from Katmandu. Bob and I walked down to the market area to view many new sights. A communal bath and laundry open for all to see. Buildings and temples over a thousand years old lined the streets with fresh signs of daily sacrifice clinging to stone altars.
On another tour, Dr. Maharjan, general secretary of Evangelical Fellowship Nepal, guided our taxi driver to the king's palace. Dr. received a gold metal for his Phd thesis, which was the last royal act at that particular palace. A visit to the Thamel Market proved that treasures can be found.
The next day, after our seminar, our cab driver drove down a pedestrian street. Every square inch of the car had people crowded around it. Added to that, a downpour filled the street with several inches of water. Over 30 minutes to go a couple blocks. A stop at Durbar Square revealed temple after temple after temple.
Back at the guest house, five Malaysians arrived. They had come from their church in Malaysia and were spending time in the more remote village areas in the mountains of Nepal. We sang, prayed, talked, laughed and ate with these business men and women, who took time from successful careers to make a difference here. Goh and his wife own and run a very modern book store and publishing company in Kualalampur.
We came to love Nepal in such a short time discovering that it takes stamina, patience and endurance to live here.
Lord, send me!
Continuing adventures in Nepal- Sept 21-26
The seminars took place in a small church with a variey of multi-coloured carpets where the ladies sat on the floor eagerly awaiting the newcomers. We entered barefoot, leaving our shoes at the door with all the others.
Eileen gave a warm greeting followed by Bob who introduced the book of Titus. Sushma translated putting emphasis exactly where needed.
Ruth began with memorizing scripture (Psalm 8) The following day, collectively, these sharp women were able to recite the nine verses, with actions. (I learned quickly that the order in which I sign needed to be changed because of their sentence structure- made for a few smiles) I wish you could have seen their faces, knowing that they to could recite long passages. A great shout of praise.
How exciting to encourage these women, to affirm their value and significant purpose for such a time as this. Many are rising to take leadership roles. (The former mayor's wife helped to emcee the event)
On Thursday Bob and I conducted a mini-seminar for couples in leadership roles. We played the newlywed game and discovered they are not only great sports but also deal with all the same issues as couples in the western world. Under the headings spiritual, mental, social and physical, we encouraged group participation to establish God's plan for a healthy, long lasting marriage. The couples all read to each other the Love chapter 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 inserting their own name in place of love...powerful!
Some of the participants came all four days- thought they would be tired of us!
Our lodging was in Patan, the oldest city in Nepal, across the river from Katmandu. Bob and I walked down to the market area to view many new sights. A communal bath and laundry open for all to see. Buildings and temples over a thousand years old lined the streets with fresh signs of daily sacrifice clinging to stone altars.
On another tour, Dr. Maharjan, general secretary of Evangelical Fellowship Nepal, guided our taxi driver to the king's palace. Dr. received a gold metal for his Phd thesis, which was the last royal act at that particular palace. A visit to the Thamel Market proved that treasures can be found.
The next day, after our seminar, our cab driver drove down a pedestrian street. Every square inch of the car had people crowded around it. Added to that, a downpour filled the street with several inches of water. Over 30 minutes to go a couple blocks. A stop at Durbar Square revealed temple after temple after temple.
Back at the guest house, five Malaysians arrived. They had come from their church in Malaysia and were spending time in the more remote village areas in the mountains of Nepal. We sang, prayed, talked, laughed and ate with these business men and women, who took time from successful careers to make a difference here. Goh and his wife own and run a very modern book store and publishing company in Kualalampur.
We came to love Nepal in such a short time discovering that it takes stamina, patience and endurance to live here.
Lord, send me!
WHO WILL GO? Sept 26-29
Back in our room, the view is beautiful. Lush foliage shows off white, pink, red, orange and yellow flowers. From short bushes to stately trees reaching to second and third stories, the natural beauty here in Bankok (Alliance Guest house) is a feast for weary eyes. Several inches of rain have fallen since we arrived Sunday, adding freshness to the variety of colour. We could get used to this!
Another all nighter to get from Nepal to Delhi and on to Bankok.(economy flight)
Our friend met us at the airport at 7:15 am Sunday and took us to his beautiful complex in southern Bankok. His wife had prepared a wonderful breakfast of fresh poppyseed loaf and three wholegrain breads (the first we'd seen since leaving Canada), eggs, bacon, watermelon, mango and mangosteen. Ask me later! They gave us a place to rest for a couple hours. Sweet sleep. Later we registered at our new home for two days, the Alliance Guest House. Now we are enjoying two days off- a surprise.
Monday morning. What a special tour of Nite Light, a five year old program to give alternative employment to the many hundreds of prostitutes in this city. A dream come true for the organizers and founders. Inside we viewed the well run, quality controlled jewellry production and interacted with the beautiful girls who have been rescued, smiling faces and singing songs
Our hostess took us to an outdoor market, a night market and an incredible multi-level mall with over 2000 shops. Rides on the very efficient, busy Bankok Transit System gave Bob confidence that he can get around now!
Today, the 29th we took a river taxi to see the Royal Palace. Gold-plated, larger than life statues, gold leaf murals, mosaics and intricate designs everywhere, temples shining in the hot sun. A stark contrast to the poverty lying not far beyond.
Eileen and I enjoyed manicures and pedicures. As well, Eileen loved the massage that came with her hair set. Expensive treats...manicure and pedicure both about $12.00 USD.
Back in our room, the view is beautiful. Lush foliage shows off white, pink, red, orange and yellow flowers. From short bushes to stately trees reaching to second and third stories, the natural beauty here in Bankok (Alliance Guest house) is a feast for weary eyes. Several inches of rain have fallen since we arrived Sunday, adding freshness to the variety of colour. We could get used to this!
Tomorrow another flight to Chaing Mai, where we assume our teaching, visiting high schools and whatever else may arise from unexpected places.
Bankok is definitely a place to revisit. Being here has refreshed us for the last half of the journey.Bob has hours of footage to bore you for hours.
Lord send me!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Who Will Go?
Calcutta is now behind us along with all the idols lining the streets celebrating the biggest Hindu festival of the year. Many different sizes of Durga, the goddess being worshipped, stand motionless for sale or inside the hundreds of temples found on every road. Posters and papers display her stark, lifeless form. Groups of goats being led to the slaughter for sacrifice innocently follow the goat herder to their death.
How wonderful to hear more of William Carey's work. He left England in 1793 and brought not only the gospel but the printing press and education. For two hundred years there is a light shining amid the darkness.
I'll Fly Away has taken on a whole new meaning this week. Sunday at 4:00 pm we left for Calcutta airport to make sure we had three hours prior to the 9:00 pm flight to Delhi, a two hour flight. Arrived in Delhi at 11:00PM Since our connecting flight to Nepal was at 6:30 am, we waited in the Delhi airport. Hoping for a few winks we soon realized that was a dream. : ) Settling into the waiting room, we piled our luggage at our feet, trying to maintain a little personal space. In the crowded area, that also was a dream. To help pass the time!!! we began to sing in harmony. The only sign of displeasure from those around were the few with hands over their ears. It didnt bother Leelah our Indian guide (boy are we grateful for her) who never ran out of songs to sing. It kept us focused positively. Flyin On to Kathmandu Nepal. Arrived at 8:30 am and spent the next two hours getting visas processed. Finally at 11:00 am we walked out to meet Mya and Dr Maharjan a Christian leader here. Greeted warmly with roses, he reminded us that our sessions began at 11:30. However, he extended kindness and told us to rest and freshen up (RIGHT!) and be ready for another ride for the 1:30 Session. I honestly had a few moments of pity party- Lord, I cant speak without any sleep. Then as we approached the guest house, down a narrow path with high walls closing in, claustophobic thoughts flooded. Can I make it here for six days? (wimp!)
Miracles do happen... we had a wonderful few hours with about 100 Nepalese women. They are mostly converted Hindus as 80% of the pop here is Hindu. Again, interpretaion is needed so more experience gained.
I must leave now for my turn is coming shortly. (Bob is teaching right now)
Can I also tell you in closing... we have met the most incredible Christian leaders who are teaching me far more than I can ever offer them. What a humbling time!
Happy (honestly) Serving HIM!
Bob and Ruth LORD , send me!
Calcutta is now behind us along with all the idols lining the streets celebrating the biggest Hindu festival of the year. Many different sizes of Durga, the goddess being worshipped, stand motionless for sale or inside the hundreds of temples found on every road. Posters and papers display her stark, lifeless form. Groups of goats being led to the slaughter for sacrifice innocently follow the goat herder to their death.
How wonderful to hear more of William Carey's work. He left England in 1793 and brought not only the gospel but the printing press and education. For two hundred years there is a light shining amid the darkness.
I'll Fly Away has taken on a whole new meaning this week. Sunday at 4:00 pm we left for Calcutta airport to make sure we had three hours prior to the 9:00 pm flight to Delhi, a two hour flight. Arrived in Delhi at 11:00PM Since our connecting flight to Nepal was at 6:30 am, we waited in the Delhi airport. Hoping for a few winks we soon realized that was a dream. : ) Settling into the waiting room, we piled our luggage at our feet, trying to maintain a little personal space. In the crowded area, that also was a dream. To help pass the time!!! we began to sing in harmony. The only sign of displeasure from those around were the few with hands over their ears. It didnt bother Leelah our Indian guide (boy are we grateful for her) who never ran out of songs to sing. It kept us focused positively. Flyin On to Kathmandu Nepal. Arrived at 8:30 am and spent the next two hours getting visas processed. Finally at 11:00 am we walked out to meet Mya and Dr Maharjan a Christian leader here. Greeted warmly with roses, he reminded us that our sessions began at 11:30. However, he extended kindness and told us to rest and freshen up (RIGHT!) and be ready for another ride for the 1:30 Session. I honestly had a few moments of pity party- Lord, I cant speak without any sleep. Then as we approached the guest house, down a narrow path with high walls closing in, claustophobic thoughts flooded. Can I make it here for six days? (wimp!)
Miracles do happen... we had a wonderful few hours with about 100 Nepalese women. They are mostly converted Hindus as 80% of the pop here is Hindu. Again, interpretaion is needed so more experience gained.
I must leave now for my turn is coming shortly. (Bob is teaching right now)
Can I also tell you in closing... we have met the most incredible Christian leaders who are teaching me far more than I can ever offer them. What a humbling time!
Happy (honestly) Serving HIM!
Bob and Ruth LORD , send me!
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Who Will Go?
Well we have gone!My oh my! Nothing could have prepared us for this environment. It needs to be experienced.
Heaven in the middle of hell is what comes to mind. The 200 year old India Bible Society stands in the middle of very busy street filled with markets, people, markets and more people.
Calcutta, a city of 16 million with half a million living on the streets.
We have seen many of these already. Sajal is the president of the Bible society and longs to give God's word out to every person in this area. Our first conference was here in this heritage spot yesterday. About 130 congregated in a room just across from the offices. Eileen gave devotions and I did a memorizing scripture session and Woman of Worth. Women from all classses of life here attended. Because 20 % spke Bengali. Sahana interpreted. From a Bramin Hindu background her testimony, is miraculous. She is on fire for the Lord and worked so well with Eileen and me. It was a wonderful start to our ministry.
We have some video footage to show later on.
Please pray for tomorrow Sunday. Bob will speak ( he volunteered) at the Church of North India (six denominations that have joined since the 70's.) I'll recite some scripture. As well we will sing some good old 70's sacred songs. They like them here!! Also Eileen will share at a Baptist church. We need God's help to bridge the gap culturally. Only God has the answer to the deep needs here...not us.
Thanks for your emails, thoughts and prayers...you have no idea how much they mean to us.
Happy in the heat but I must be honest...our room at the Baptist Mission house has a/c. PTL
Happy Serving HIM!
Ruth (for Bob too)
Well we have gone!My oh my! Nothing could have prepared us for this environment. It needs to be experienced.
Heaven in the middle of hell is what comes to mind. The 200 year old India Bible Society stands in the middle of very busy street filled with markets, people, markets and more people.
Calcutta, a city of 16 million with half a million living on the streets.
We have seen many of these already. Sajal is the president of the Bible society and longs to give God's word out to every person in this area. Our first conference was here in this heritage spot yesterday. About 130 congregated in a room just across from the offices. Eileen gave devotions and I did a memorizing scripture session and Woman of Worth. Women from all classses of life here attended. Because 20 % spke Bengali. Sahana interpreted. From a Bramin Hindu background her testimony, is miraculous. She is on fire for the Lord and worked so well with Eileen and me. It was a wonderful start to our ministry.
We have some video footage to show later on.
Please pray for tomorrow Sunday. Bob will speak ( he volunteered) at the Church of North India (six denominations that have joined since the 70's.) I'll recite some scripture. As well we will sing some good old 70's sacred songs. They like them here!! Also Eileen will share at a Baptist church. We need God's help to bridge the gap culturally. Only God has the answer to the deep needs here...not us.
Thanks for your emails, thoughts and prayers...you have no idea how much they mean to us.
Happy in the heat but I must be honest...our room at the Baptist Mission house has a/c. PTL
Happy Serving HIM!
Ruth (for Bob too)
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
WHO WILL GO?
We will. Today September 15, 2009 at 5:30 pm we leave Toronto arriving in Frankfurt Germany at 7:00am tomorrow morning. After a three hour layover, we land in Calcutta around midnight.
As I sit here this morning, I am overwhelmed by the immensity of it all. (and I'm not even there yet!)
The kindness and generosity of so many. From children having garage sales to collections from places of work, from love offerings taken at dance classes to cash and cheques, from emails to phone calls, facebook to cards and letters, last minute visits at the door...all have shown us love and kindness. No wonder I'm overwhelmed. I have seen the body of Christ at work with each participating in his/her way.
So many have said as they have handed us a gift, "It isn't very much." Let me assure you that it has taken every act of giving, whether monetary or best wishes and prayers, to make this Asia Project possible. "Little is much when God is in it" has come to mind so often these past months.
Please know that Bob and I appreciate all of you. Each of you has played a part in Global Ministry.
Watch for updates!
MIZPAH- May the Lord watch over each as we are absent one from another.
Happy Going!
Ruth (for Bob too) Lord send us today.
We will. Today September 15, 2009 at 5:30 pm we leave Toronto arriving in Frankfurt Germany at 7:00am tomorrow morning. After a three hour layover, we land in Calcutta around midnight.
As I sit here this morning, I am overwhelmed by the immensity of it all. (and I'm not even there yet!)
The kindness and generosity of so many. From children having garage sales to collections from places of work, from love offerings taken at dance classes to cash and cheques, from emails to phone calls, facebook to cards and letters, last minute visits at the door...all have shown us love and kindness. No wonder I'm overwhelmed. I have seen the body of Christ at work with each participating in his/her way.
So many have said as they have handed us a gift, "It isn't very much." Let me assure you that it has taken every act of giving, whether monetary or best wishes and prayers, to make this Asia Project possible. "Little is much when God is in it" has come to mind so often these past months.
Please know that Bob and I appreciate all of you. Each of you has played a part in Global Ministry.
Watch for updates!
MIZPAH- May the Lord watch over each as we are absent one from another.
Happy Going!
Ruth (for Bob too) Lord send us today.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
WHO WILL GO?
Places of interest: Calcutta (Kolkatta)
Most of you will recognize Mothere Theresa's name but do you know about Mark and Huldah Buntain? Canadians who went for a short term to India but stayed and served over 53 years. Huldah and other family members are still in ministry there. They ministered to the entire person, physically and spiritually, working as did Mother Theresas in the inner city. Mark, known to some as St. Mark of Calcutta, founded the Mission of Mercy Hospital.
While in Calcutta, we have the privilege of addressing the Bible College/Seminary students at AG's (Pastor Buntains Seminary), Calcutta Bible College and Calcutta Bible Seminary.
The guest house where we stay in Calcutta is right next door to Mother Theresa's home.
Sunday September 20 each of us will speak in three different churches.
Thanks for travelling with us.
Happy Serving HIM!
Bob and Ruth Lord send me.
Places of interest: Calcutta (Kolkatta)
Most of you will recognize Mothere Theresa's name but do you know about Mark and Huldah Buntain? Canadians who went for a short term to India but stayed and served over 53 years. Huldah and other family members are still in ministry there. They ministered to the entire person, physically and spiritually, working as did Mother Theresas in the inner city. Mark, known to some as St. Mark of Calcutta, founded the Mission of Mercy Hospital.
While in Calcutta, we have the privilege of addressing the Bible College/Seminary students at AG's (Pastor Buntains Seminary), Calcutta Bible College and Calcutta Bible Seminary.
The guest house where we stay in Calcutta is right next door to Mother Theresa's home.
Sunday September 20 each of us will speak in three different churches.
Thanks for travelling with us.
Happy Serving HIM!
Bob and Ruth Lord send me.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Who Will GO To ASIA Family Day is now history.
Last Saturday July 25, many helping hands volunteered to carry out the successful event.
Although the rain kept the motorcycles away, the car loads of friends set out to follow the instructions. Each correct answer earned specific points depending on the difficulty of the requested task. One that I liked: buy $.50 worth of gas...get extra points for charging it to your credit card.
The top three winners each received $50.00 in gas cards. Thanks Don and Nancy Marshall for a great rally.
"A lot of fun," commented several participants
About 47 articles displayed on tables for the silent auction. From original paintings to a $500. photography sitting, hand crafted wall hanging to housecleaning certificates, gift baskets and so much more. These donations added significant dollars. Thanks Lila Weibe for all your work in efficient organizing prior to and on site.
Many friends arrived at the church on Friday night to help prepare the salads. You should have seen those men working magic on potatoes.
Desserts began appearing from others who couldn't resist the urge to make their favourite squares.
"Would anyone like to see the pig? " Kathy Taylor asked breathlessly as she carried in the groceries.
Anxious to view meat for the meal, several of us ran out to look in Kathy's car. A quick glance gave me all the evidence necessary that indeed a pig needed roasting. No easy task to force a 217 pound pig into the trunk of a Nissan. Looked a whole lot more appetizing cooking on the spit. "The best pork roast ever," many expressed.
Thanks to John and Kathy Taylor for all the leg work involved, not only cooking the pig but also the preparation and efficient serving of the meal.
Marissa Taylor gave direction to the children in crafts and delighted them in face painting. Some liked the flowers and butterflies but a few risked the tiger face. Grrrr. Marissa added youthful sunshine to the day. Thanks for taking time off work, Marissa.
Thanks, Ciaran and Bryn Coghill who kept sports going in the gymnasium, giving a variety of activities for children.
We were blessed with good music. Seed ( Scott, Kevin, Heather and AJ Coghill) provided the blues to the delight of old and young.
Grand Connection (under the direction of Jim McMurray) favoured us with relaxing Country. Thanks to all the musicians and Jeremy Woods for great music.
Eileen Stewart-Rhude (the one who invited us), dressed in royal blue Indian attire, shared the call from Asia and a few of the adventures in speaking we will have. Thanks for weathering the storm to be with us EIleen.
Sandra Woods and Shirley Rowan kept track of the donations and tickets as well as other on the site tasks.
At the end of the evening, Rose and Michelle Nibourg made sure that the church facility was in shipshape for Sunday... a labour of love.
For over a month Caroline Laing has kept a prayer guard going, praying for the needs of Saturday and beyond, even until we return on October.
To particpate in prayer, email laingcaroline@hotmail.com
A special thanks to Dale and Joanne Martin (Waterloo Kwikkopy) who printed and donated the creative, colourful tickets.
Francis Baker from the Fergus-Elora News Express arrived as set-up took place. He took a picture, which will be in this week's paper. He has requested a follow-up story when we return from Asia in October. "You bet, Francis. Can't wait to share our adventure."
A wonderful day. The proceeds exceeded $2000.00, bringing us closer to the halfway mark. Thanks Brian and Cathy Cook for casting the vision and encouraging the body to bring about this experience.
Bob and I wish to express our deepest appreciation to each and everyone, many whose names are not listed. We are so blessed.
Happy Serving HIM!
Bob and Ruth Lord, Send Me
Last Saturday July 25, many helping hands volunteered to carry out the successful event.
Although the rain kept the motorcycles away, the car loads of friends set out to follow the instructions. Each correct answer earned specific points depending on the difficulty of the requested task. One that I liked: buy $.50 worth of gas...get extra points for charging it to your credit card.
The top three winners each received $50.00 in gas cards. Thanks Don and Nancy Marshall for a great rally.
"A lot of fun," commented several participants
About 47 articles displayed on tables for the silent auction. From original paintings to a $500. photography sitting, hand crafted wall hanging to housecleaning certificates, gift baskets and so much more. These donations added significant dollars. Thanks Lila Weibe for all your work in efficient organizing prior to and on site.
Many friends arrived at the church on Friday night to help prepare the salads. You should have seen those men working magic on potatoes.
Desserts began appearing from others who couldn't resist the urge to make their favourite squares.
"Would anyone like to see the pig? " Kathy Taylor asked breathlessly as she carried in the groceries.
Anxious to view meat for the meal, several of us ran out to look in Kathy's car. A quick glance gave me all the evidence necessary that indeed a pig needed roasting. No easy task to force a 217 pound pig into the trunk of a Nissan. Looked a whole lot more appetizing cooking on the spit. "The best pork roast ever," many expressed.
Thanks to John and Kathy Taylor for all the leg work involved, not only cooking the pig but also the preparation and efficient serving of the meal.
Marissa Taylor gave direction to the children in crafts and delighted them in face painting. Some liked the flowers and butterflies but a few risked the tiger face. Grrrr. Marissa added youthful sunshine to the day. Thanks for taking time off work, Marissa.
Thanks, Ciaran and Bryn Coghill who kept sports going in the gymnasium, giving a variety of activities for children.
We were blessed with good music. Seed ( Scott, Kevin, Heather and AJ Coghill) provided the blues to the delight of old and young.
Grand Connection (under the direction of Jim McMurray) favoured us with relaxing Country. Thanks to all the musicians and Jeremy Woods for great music.
Eileen Stewart-Rhude (the one who invited us), dressed in royal blue Indian attire, shared the call from Asia and a few of the adventures in speaking we will have. Thanks for weathering the storm to be with us EIleen.
Sandra Woods and Shirley Rowan kept track of the donations and tickets as well as other on the site tasks.
At the end of the evening, Rose and Michelle Nibourg made sure that the church facility was in shipshape for Sunday... a labour of love.
For over a month Caroline Laing has kept a prayer guard going, praying for the needs of Saturday and beyond, even until we return on October.
To particpate in prayer, email laingcaroline@hotmail.com
A special thanks to Dale and Joanne Martin (Waterloo Kwikkopy) who printed and donated the creative, colourful tickets.
Francis Baker from the Fergus-Elora News Express arrived as set-up took place. He took a picture, which will be in this week's paper. He has requested a follow-up story when we return from Asia in October. "You bet, Francis. Can't wait to share our adventure."
A wonderful day. The proceeds exceeded $2000.00, bringing us closer to the halfway mark. Thanks Brian and Cathy Cook for casting the vision and encouraging the body to bring about this experience.
Bob and I wish to express our deepest appreciation to each and everyone, many whose names are not listed. We are so blessed.
Happy Serving HIM!
Bob and Ruth Lord, Send Me
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Places to Go
Who Will Go?
Just over five weeks until September 15... we fly to Frankfurt, then on to Calcutta, India. Yahoo- as of today, tickets are purchased -- thankfully God provided great rates.
Passports and visas are updated and we've been shot with essentials.The other wee details such as messages, finalizing the Bible studies and coordinating topics are progressing well.
One of the cities where we are scheduled for teaching, speaking, singing and whatever other opportunity arises is Hyderabad, India.
While in Hyderabad (Oct 13-14), the AICOCIM (All India Congress On Church In Mission) takes place. What an honour to be part of such an event.
Charminar
Charminar is a major landmark in Hyderabad. With four graceful minarets, it was built as a memorial for plague victims.
What a beautiful structure..there are more to come after a few days with some biking friends.
How timely that this summer several women have gathered on Wednesday nights to study the names of God. We serve a God that provides, who sees all, knows all and goes before us. He has already planned the our lives for this time in Asia. We are humbled and honoured by all the prayers, love and support from each of you.
Happy Serving HIM!
Bob and Ruth Lord, Send me
Kerala
Just over five weeks until September 15... we fly to Frankfurt, then on to Calcutta, India. Yahoo- as of today, tickets are purchased -- thankfully God provided great rates.
Passports and visas are updated and we've been shot with essentials.The other wee details such as messages, finalizing the Bible studies and coordinating topics are progressing well.
One of the cities where we are scheduled for teaching, speaking, singing and whatever other opportunity arises is Hyderabad, India.
While in Hyderabad (Oct 13-14), the AICOCIM (All India Congress On Church In Mission) takes place. What an honour to be part of such an event.
Charminar
Charminar is a major landmark in Hyderabad. With four graceful minarets, it was built as a memorial for plague victims.
What a beautiful structure..there are more to come after a few days with some biking friends.
How timely that this summer several women have gathered on Wednesday nights to study the names of God. We serve a God that provides, who sees all, knows all and goes before us. He has already planned the our lives for this time in Asia. We are humbled and honoured by all the prayers, love and support from each of you.
Happy Serving HIM!
Bob and Ruth Lord, Send me
Kerala
Friday, June 5, 2009
Coghill's New Adventure
SEASONED WITH SALT - Global Info
"Who will go?"
Hello family and friends,
In response to an urgent request from several Asian countries, Eileen Stewart-Rhude, executive director of the Women's Commission of World Evangelical Alliance, has invited Bob and me to travel with her in Asia for one month this fall, to do leadership training and development.
We three will speak, teach and encourage our Christian brothers and sisters in India, Nepal and Thailand.
We want to give you the opportunity to participate in this global 'kingdom-building' event.
First, your prayers are most important. Unless God goes before us we dare not go. A prayer
guard will be in place within the month—we need and welcome warriors.
Second, we are all volunteers. Our personal budget will be $12,000. All funds raised will go to the complete project in Asia.
Third, many hands are needed to accomplish what God has planned. Brian and Cathy Cook are
organizing a full day of family fun and activity on July 25 in Fergus. They welcome your
involvement. Details for that event, as well as our itinerary, will be posted on our blog spot
soon. http://www.swsalt.blogspot.com/
God has called us to a great task and has the resources necessary. I see it like a puzzle—many pieces—not a lot of pattern yet. Perhaps you hold a piece of the puzzle. If this project resonates in your spirit, let us know. We can't wait to see a beautiful picture emerge later this fall.
Happy Serving HIM!
Bob & Ruth Coghill "Lord, send me." Isaiah 6:8
"Who will go?"
Hello family and friends,
In response to an urgent request from several Asian countries, Eileen Stewart-Rhude, executive director of the Women's Commission of World Evangelical Alliance, has invited Bob and me to travel with her in Asia for one month this fall, to do leadership training and development.
We three will speak, teach and encourage our Christian brothers and sisters in India, Nepal and Thailand.
We want to give you the opportunity to participate in this global 'kingdom-building' event.
First, your prayers are most important. Unless God goes before us we dare not go. A prayer
guard will be in place within the month—we need and welcome warriors.
Second, we are all volunteers. Our personal budget will be $12,000. All funds raised will go to the complete project in Asia.
Third, many hands are needed to accomplish what God has planned. Brian and Cathy Cook are
organizing a full day of family fun and activity on July 25 in Fergus. They welcome your
involvement. Details for that event, as well as our itinerary, will be posted on our blog spot
soon. http://www.swsalt.blogspot.com/
God has called us to a great task and has the resources necessary. I see it like a puzzle—many pieces—not a lot of pattern yet. Perhaps you hold a piece of the puzzle. If this project resonates in your spirit, let us know. We can't wait to see a beautiful picture emerge later this fall.
Happy Serving HIM!
Bob & Ruth Coghill "Lord, send me." Isaiah 6:8
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