seasoned with salt Updates and uptakes from a missionary-in-training. Sun, 03 Sep 2017 19:52:27 +0000 en-US hourly 1 seasoned with salt 32 32 15205153 Running Wind Sprints in Heaven Sun, 03 Sep 2017 19:52:27 +0000 Continue Reading]]> As a missionary, one of the biggest areas of sacrifice that I face is leaving family behind. Of course, I don’t mean the immediate family of my wife and kids, but the rest of my family – my parents, my brother, my sister-in-law and my nephew. This is an area that will probably always be difficult in my life as I live in another country and try to follow where God leads.

Not enough is often said, though, of the sacrifice of leaving church family. I grew up in Eastgate Bible Fellowship and spend a lot of time with the people that made it a church. I watched parents raise their children. I saw how various men treated their wives. I watched how people worshiped and struggled with their faith and was able to see how God used them in various ways. I also gained a number of role models.

This brings me to David McBee, our friend, ministry partner and financial adviser, who passed away this week. I knew that David lived with many physical struggles in his life. But I didn’t know because he shared it with me or because he complained about it. I often wonder how I was aware of these things because, truth be told, in his serving Jesus Christ, David didn’t really let on that he had those physical struggles. David taught a Sunday school class every Sunday morning without complaint and was always prepared. He led with humor and humility. He arrived on Sundays ready to hear how other people were and how he could pray for them. I could always expect a warm smile and usually a hug from David each time I saw him.

From David, I learned how to put my discomfort aside and look to other people first. I learned that a little levity can go a long way. I learned that being honest about your failings and limits allows you to praise God’s power all the more. I learned these things watching David simply live his life within our church family.

When we return from Texas in December I will certainly notice David’s absence just as I will notice pastor Brad’s. My spiritual family has lost another one of its brothers here are earth. A sister has lost her husband. I know that she is in good hands with our Father God and with her brothers and sisters in Christ at Eastgate. God has and will continue to work in and through Debbie’s life as he carries her through this loss.

I thank God for the time that I had with David here on earth and I look forward to when we are reunited in Heaven. It will be fun to spend time with the David I never knew here; the one who will probably challenge me to a wind sprint and beat me handily.

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Coffee for Spain! Mon, 28 Aug 2017 14:33:41 +0000 Continue Reading]]>

We did a little campaign at the beginning of the month to let our partners know we could reach full support quickly. In a matter of minutes, God increased our monthly support by over a percentage when 7 of our partners increased their monthly support by $5 to $10. I couldn’t keep the graphic I created updated as the emails came in. What a blessing! Please keep praying for our monthly support requirements. If every partner increased by $5, we’d reach our goal immediately. Our Outfit & Passage has grown a lot since we came to language school and we will not have much to raise for that when we graduate. We praise the Lord for His provision!

We’ve started second semester of language school. Our classes this semester include Advanced Phonetics: Public Speaking, Advanced Grammar, Advanced Conversation, and Grammar Lab. We are using a new program, VISTAS, which we are really enjoying. It is more modern, relevant, and includes some information about Spain and the Spanish they speak there. There have been some tech difficulties but the resources available to us this semester are worth it. It’s much easier to practice vocab, do homework, and brush up on skills with this technology. We also have Latin American Culture, which is now taught mostly in Spanish and includes info about Spain, Spiritual Life, and chapel two times a week. The Bible College is incorporating more English for the Bible students, many of whom do practical ministry in English speaking places, so we get one message a week in English, which is refreshing.

At church, Chris has led a service and PREACHED A SERMON! Yesterday, he gave his first sermon in Spanish. He wrote a message in English, fed it through Google translator, and worked with two tutors to make it right. Then he read it out loud to them and worked on pronunciation and fluidity. Finally, he read in it church yesterday. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a clear message and Pastor Tito said that he could tell it was a message very personal to us. Chris spoke on obedience from Exodus 4:1-12. For those of you who have met with us to learn about partnering with us in ministry, you know that Exodus 4:12 is an important verse in the story of our calling to missions.

It is a joy to have this first step, baby though it may have been, completed. We feel that God has confirmed for us once again that we are in the right place, doing the right thing, even though it is hard. For Chris, it often feels like he will never learn Spanish well enough. But yesterday bolstered his confidence that it may come yet.

Be Interruptible & Practice Hospitality Sat, 01 Jul 2017 20:41:16 +0000 Continue Reading]]>

Chris and Omar, one of the students who was on campus some of the summer

Let love be genuine. Abhor what is evil; hold fast to what is good. Love one another with brotherly affection. Outdo one another in showing honor. Do not be slothful in zeal, be fervent in spirit, serve the Lord. Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer. Contribute to the needs of the saints and seek to show hospitality. Romans 12:9-13

I’ve taken great comfort from these verses, and all of Romans 12, as we’ve sought to serve the Lord from inside the walls at RGBI this summer. One of the ways we’ve been able to use our gifts is by serving some of the students who have chosen to stay on campus for most of their summer vacation. The married students have apartments and kitchens, but two guys were staying in the dorms. The dining hall is closed and they don’t have cars, so they were really stuck on campus. We enjoyed inviting them over to share big dinners and time in our living room, encouraging one another in the Lord, just like it says in Romans 12:13.

At the end of the semester, we spent a weekend serving at a church in Big Wells, a small town outside of Laredo. The church was between pastors and always in need of preaching pastors on the weekends, so we were asked to go. Chris prepared a message about how the Lord doesn’t work on our schedule, but His own, so we should “be interruptible.” A couple times, we’ve been able to practice this by being available to open the pantry (a food dispensary) on the campus, take a student to the bank or the store, or fill in for a pastor.

We’re so thankful for these opportunities to serve this summer and look forward to how God will interrupt our plans while we are on the road in July. May we be interruptible!

See You Later, Pastor Brad Sun, 04 Jun 2017 04:04:52 +0000 Continue Reading]]> As I fall asleep tonight, I’ll be praying for my friend Lisa. She lost her daddy today. And he was her pastor, so, double whammy. I’ll be praying for Bonnie and Scott and Wendy, his wife and other two children, and their families. I’ll pray for Caius and Ghilly, who lost their papa, their housemate, and their pastor.

If you think of us, pray for our sending church, Eastgate Bible Fellowship. Pray that we would suffer well, that we would be in the grief journey with our dear pastor’s family for the long haul, that we would not grow weary as this is not the only cancer diagnosis our little congregation faces. Pray that we would rejoice, and laugh, and smile. Our friend is free, he is whole. He does not have cancer, arthritis, or Celiac’s Disease anymore. He is no longer tired or weary, or weak. He’s not stubborn about or frustrated by his limitations. He’s not sinful or broken. He’s met face to face the One he preached about. He has no more pain, no more tears. The hope he had on Earth is manifested in Heaven. Wow.

I’m far away, so I’ve been reading all the comments I can about his influence. My favorites are the ones he influenced to ministry. It is really an enormous part of our story that he believed in us and saw us in the ministry in spite of all our many, many shortcomings, which he certainly knew about.

I became a Christian at the same time he became the pastor of our church.

He walked me through a season of anxiety in the most gentle manner, many times at Starbucks late in the evening.

He married us.

He dedicated our children.

He preached one Mother’s Day a sermon that had me blubbering on my (new) boyfriend’s shoulder the worst ugly cry ever, and then later he wisely encouraged me to grieve the loss of my mother even though she is still alive.

He sent me to Mexico on my first mission trip ever, before I even knew the difference between the scripture and the commentary in a study Bible. And he commissioned my family to serve Jesus in Spain.

He counseled us for marriage in 4 weeks time because we had been long distance. Our assessments made him chuckle. He told us, “your differences seem great now. They’re probably why you were attracted to each other. But they’ll cause some problems later if you’re not careful.” And he was right. And when that happened, we saw the licensed marriage counselor he recommended.

He shepherded our church through the very worst things: a young mother’s suicide, one of his best friends losing a son in a tragic accident, a biblical response to the consequences for sin, cancer in the young and old.

He had a vision for our church that helped me find a good place to worship in college.

He battled cancer bravely. He pushed through and preached, and he also was weak and unavailable because he was sick and I learned so much from that.

He always greeted my family so warmly when they came for Easter or special events. He knew their names and made an impression so my grandma who doesn’t walk with the Lord would frequently ask, “how is your minister?”

When I sing “Thank you, Lord” I hear his a capella voice.

He would end (the world’s shortest) business meetings with “all in favor say I’m hungry.”

When Chris preaches about the Pharisees and Saducees, he always says, “they didn’t believe in the resurrection, so they were sad, you see,” and it’s because we heard that from the pulpit over and over.

He was a coach before he became a pastor. That’s why we can go from tech jobs to missions.

I’ll leave you with this story. Pastor sat in on our oral doctrinal exam, which went way too long because Chris and I were fumbling around for the right answers and sort of arriving at them haphazardly. Pastor was really our only friendly face. I mean, they were all friendly, but the others were making decisions about us at the end of the exam. The last question, after the eschatology question we think we got right, was “why is Christ beautiful to you?” and I said, “because he became my sin. He knew no sin, and he became my sin so that I could become his righteousness. He traded places with me and didn’t just save me, but made me righteous. That’s amazing.” Pastor asked, “do you know the reference for that?” and I didn’t, at the time. (Lord knows I do now, 2 Corinthians 5:21, and I also know a song about it). So I just blurted out, “Galatians 2:20? No that’s not it but you do preach on that a lot.” And then I admitted I didn’t know the reference.

Bless it. How did we ever get this job?Maybe in their little meeting afterward he said, “in their defense I do mention Galatians 2:20 a lot.”

I will miss him so much. I am so sad he will not get a prayer letter from us from Spain. I am sad for his family. I am sad he was forced to retire and didn’t get to choose it and spend his days golfing and playing with his grandkids. I am mad that this colon cancer has now taken three precious men from me: my grandpa, my step grandpa 10 years later, and now my pastor.

But I am rejoicing because the battle is finally over, and Jesus wins. Again. Like always. My pastor knew that, and it fueled his days.

Language School Update Thu, 23 Mar 2017 20:16:09 +0000 Continue Reading]]> Wondering how we’re doing in language school? Well, I (Rose) studied Spanish in school for eight years, up to approximately level 6. I spent 6 weeks in Argentina, speaking mainly Spanish, and spoke in Spanish on three different mission trips. I still learn something new every day.

Chris is starting from almost nothing, so he learns a lot every day! More than he can keep in his brain. We have to memorize dialogues that are chock full of new vocabulary and, frankly, it feels like we’re memorizing sounds in “chicken.”

Here’s a sample of our experience.

Hay la familia Duryee.

Son misioneros.

Están en México (en esta foto).

Van a servir a Dios en España.

Here are the Duryees

They are missionaries.

They are in Mexico (in this photo)

They are going to serve God in Spain.

Spanish is easy to learn, they said. You already know so much from high school, they said. So many words are the same, they said.

Bendiciones Wed, 08 Mar 2017 02:55:13 +0000 Continue Reading]]> ♥ hymns. All the Way My Savior Leads Me and I Asked the Lord, specifically

♥ the fireflies we saw tonight on an impromptu family walk

♥ Daniel 19:10 “you who are greatly loved”

♥ tamale tuesday

♥ done potty training

♥ date night for foodies

♥ heat

♥ answered prayers for our kids to feel loved and secure

Holiday and Road Trip Recap Sun, 08 Jan 2017 03:30:49 +0000 Continue Reading]]> Late in November, the burden of home ownership made itself obvious and we began to dabble with the idea of selling our condo instead of renting it out. There was just one potential renter coming to look at the place on the Tuesday after Thanksgiving, and as I looked at the patched walls, piles of boxes, and dirty carpet, I just couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to live in our place if they saw it as it was. We didn’t have as much interest in our place as we thought we would, and we were beginning to think about all the ways we’d have to be helpful to new renters and what a burden that would be. When our realtor advised it enthusiastically, promising a good selling price, the wheels were set in motion.

We continued moving our special things to our gifted storage unit, selling all the things we won’t be using in Texas or Spain, and packing our belongings for the move south. In addition, we painted the whole living space, kitchen, inside the laundry closet and pantry, and one bedroom. On December 18, we delivered a couch we’d been borrowing for 10 years back to the friends who gave it to us originally. That was not always the plan, but when I started listing our furniture for sale, I realized the couch was not truly mine to sell! Fun serendipity to see them and say goodbye that day. Then dear friends helped us finish packing and we taped out a trailer sized box in a Sunday school room at our church. At first, it did not look like we’d be able to fit all our things into the trailer, but it worked and we even had room for our vacuum! Later that day we moved ourselves, our suitcases, and our piles of Christmas presents into my grandparents’ house. We ran errands like it was our job that week – trips to Value Village, waiting for the carpet to be cleaned, and signing papers with our realtor. After that we were able to make some memories with the kids, who had not yet had an ounce of Christmas spirit infused into their days. We decorated a tree, built gingerbread houses, made and decorated Christmas cookies, went ice skating, enjoyed Snowflake Lane, attended Siri and Jon’s annual Porridge Party and did a little Christmas shopping and wrapping. On Christmas Eve we celebrated with my grandparents and cousins. The kids each got a Kindle Fire, gifts we were anticipating ahead of our long car trip. My grandparents gave us hotel stays along the way – such a generous blessing! On Christmas Day we went to church and enjoyed the whole day with Chris’s parents and family. Highlights from that day were the extended gift opening – I love that our traditions keep us around the tree for hours after most people are heading to the movie theater or even shopping – and watching Chris, Jon and Ryan read For Boys Only and The Dangerous Book for Boys together. We got home too late for the Call the Midwives Christmas Special, my only regret.

Our home was listed on December 26. It would be listed for 10 days, and then the day we arrived in Edinburg we would review offers and accept one. We organized, packed, visited friends, and dealt with our first stumble: Chris had some very bad stomach pains and other symptoms which led us to take a trip to Urgent Care. They ruled out everything major and encouraged him to visit a gastroenterologist in Texas if the symptoms persisted. It turns out it was probably related to accidentally consuming gluten earlier in the week, and he’s fine now, but the evening was a reminder that the enemy does not want this process to be easy.

Chris saw Star Wars: Rogue 1 with his brother, the kids and I had last playdates with besties, and then, suddenly, our last two weeks at “home” were done. We picked up and packed the trailer on Wednesday, had a last sleep, and set off for Oregon on Thursday morning. There were tears.

It was great to see my dad one last time before next year and spend the evening catching up with my grandma. She gave us another generous Christmas gift – a plugin cooler for the car. While we were sleeping, someone smashed in our rear quarter window and the front passenger window. They took our roadside emergency kit from the back. From the front they got a huge bag of food and everything in the glovebox. All in all, it wasn’t much, except Chris’s expensive sunglassess. But it really messed with our peace and trust of others on the trip. At first we thought this might delay our trip, as all the glass places we called didn’t have our windows and wouldn’t be open until Tuesday. My grandma is better than a girl scout, though, and we located one window at one shop and the other at a junkyard. Chris and Jan drove all over town to pick those up and deliver them and then we took the car to be cleaned and fixed. While it was at the shop, we went to Whole Foods to replenish the hippy food that was stolen and buy some food for dinner while the kids played with Grandma. After dinner, Chris picked up the car, we hitched up again, and started packing for our nighttime drive to Redding. At the end of the day I was grateful to spend more time with my grandma. It was stressful and we felt very violated, but it could have been a lot worse. There were pry-marks on our trailer and we think the thief was frustrated and that’s why he smashed two windows. Thankfully we had brought in all our electronics, suitcases, and paperwork.

The drive to Redding was almost uneventful – the kids fell asleep quickly and we drove in quiet. But when we reached the Siskiyous, there was so much fog Chris was looking for each lane marker as it came. At one point we couldn’t see a thing for about 10 seconds. It cleared at the summit and we finally arrived in Redding around midnight. The next day we got back on schedule and drove to Bakersfield, arriving in the pouring down rain. We ate ribs for our New Year’s Eve meal and we were all asleep by 9 pm. Bakersfield to Phoenix, over the Grapevine, was beautiful and sunny. I was praising God for all the good work my chiropractor did on my ears over the last year because this trip didn’t bother me at all! In Phoenix God answered more prayers. Originally we were told our hotel, the WorldMark in Phoenix, could not accommodate trailers, but they made it work and we enjoyed a night with separate bedrooms from the kids. From Phoenix we drove to El Paso, and then from El Paso we drove to Fort Stockton, Texas. We added that stop so that we’d be arriving in San Antonio in daylight. The whole trip, a cold front was following us. It was like we were pulling it along with our trailer. I kept saying, “I thought it was hot in Texas!”

Fort Stockton to San Antonio was a long and boring drive, but we were so pleased to discover our next WorldMark was in the heart of Texas Hill Country. The drive was gorgeous, the sun was shining, and our apartment was lovely. In spite of the cold temperatures, we went swimming with the kids and the pool was perfectly heated. After swimming we warmed up and watched some TV while waiting for our surprise – friends from Washington! Our friends from our small group in Sammamish had moved to San Antonion this summer, so they met us at our resort and we cooked dinner together and caught up. They were so generous and brought us snacks and an HEB gift card for our first grocery trip. They also gave us lots of tips about becoming Texans. Our kids were worn out and slept soundly on the sofa bed all night. We were sad to leave that gorgeous resort, though.

We finally arrived at RGBI and saw our apartment on Thursday afternoon. We are so happy to be here.

All along the trip, our realtor was keeping us posted about how our home was showing. There was a lot of interest, so we were interested to see how it would go.  One interested party did not want to wait until the offer deadline to find out whether they would win. They made an over-full-price offer that we wanted to accept on the spot. Instead, we put them at first place, got the paperwork going, and waited to see what would happen on deadline day. There were 17 showings, lots of interest and a bunch of requests to extend the offer deadline, but only one perfect offer. We were thrilled to be able to accept the offer from this family who was so excited about moving to Klahanie. One of our first tasks upon our arrival was to sign the offer acceptance form and send them back. Done! I told our realtor, “we have all the praise hands over this. I feel like God orchestrated this so perfectly for them and for us. Like we’re the only ones in the world right now.”

Ebenezers Shaped like Cars Thu, 24 Nov 2016 22:10:54 +0000 Continue Reading]]> I like to imagine little car-shaped Ebenezers popping up all over Issaquah as I tell this story of how God provided for our family and some friends of ours over the last few months.

The Hebrew word for Ebenezer (’Eben hà-ezer) means “stone of help.” When we sing the lines of the second verse “Here I raise my Ebenezer / Hither by Thy help I come, we ‘re acknowledging the bountiful blessings and help from God, just like the prophet Samuel did when God saved the Israelites from attack. Whenever God helps me – a box of groceries, a friend who comes a couple times to help me pack, someone to teach my children God’s truths, a reminder of God’s promises, a lawsuit check (thanks, Facebook, for $15!), a much-needed find on Buy Nothing – I think to myself, I should raise an Ebenezer here to remember. For me this means writing down lists of things I’m thankful for. It’s all help, all provision. Every good and perfect thing comes from the Father. Sometimes they have a deep impact, though. That’s what this post is about today.

We just gave back a car to some partners of ours who let us borrow it for over a year.

I want to raise an Ebenezer or two over the help God has given us, especially in terms of vehicles. We had the car Chris bought in 2000 and the very small car I bought in 2005 when Austin was born in 2013. My grandparents gave us a bigger sedan and took my little car to my mom, who usually drives old cars with lots of problems. We have been so blessed by that provision! We never take for granted what a nice gift that was.

When Chris quit his job in 2014 to raise support full time, we thought the support would come in quickly and we’d be on our way. God used that time off to provide in a different way: ministry experience. We wouldn’t do it any differently looking back, but it was hard at the time. We ran out of money, so we sold Chris’s car and Chris went back to work. Partners and friends we met at Issaquah Coffee Company (not the only ones!) offered to help while we were a one car family, by lending us their truck. So Chris has driven our friends’ truck for almost two years. Besides the obvious blessing of having an extra car, this was a great learning experience for us about how God provides for missionaries. He peeled back a layer of self-reliance that we won’t need on the field.

Recently, we were able to purchase the perfect car for our trip to language school and back. We used, so it was stress free – moving has made enough stress of its own. Since it is a ministry vehicle, we will be able to put the money we get for it back into our Outfit & Passage just before we leave.

When I gave the keys to our truck back to our friends, I got a little emotional. God has provided above and beyond what we asked for – friends, ministry partners, help in time of need. This year, our friends had a similar story of provision:

Our 1996 Toyota Camry literally had a meltdown in the parking lot of the shop we take it to. They did the valve cover gasket job and parked it. An hour later, brown and black smoke was billowing out from the engine compartment. Battery and all electrical system dead, fried. Options were to claim insurance and get about $1,500 for the loss, or take the shop owner’s offer of $1,500 without claiming. Literally the next morning, a very longtime customer of this shop brings in his 1998 Toyota Camry wanting to give it away or sell it. How much does he want for it? $1,500. The shop owner shares my car’s story with the car owner and we all decide we’d be crazy to deny this orchestration of events. On Tuesday I drove the 98 Camry home from the shop where my totaled 96 Camry sat, without having paid a cent for any of it.

Our friends have a second car: the truck we were using. But they didn’t even have to call us. God had it in control. Like our friend put it, “God uses things like this to remind us that he is the one in control, even when we think we are, and that he pours out his love on us even when we don’t deserve it.”

These same friends are just beginning to save for their next car, and they would love a small SUV just like the one we bought for language school. We know that God will provide the perfect car for them in His own time, but we really do hope it’s ours!

Thank You, Liberty Baptist Church! Wed, 23 Nov 2016 23:10:08 +0000 Continue Reading]]> I’m just going to accept that I post blogs, write emails, and complete timely tasks about three months behind an ideal and sensible schedule. The problem with this one is that I wanted to include photos. I give up, for the sake of posting more frequently. I do post photos on Facebook quite regularly. 


We had such a wonderful time on our trip to Indiana to attend a missions conference at Liberty Baptist in Sweetser in September.

God ordained this trip in so many ways. In spite of travel expenses, we still came out ahead financially, thanks to airline miles and the very generous love offering. That’s not what it’s all about, and the encouragement and relationships we gain at missions conferences is invaluable, but it was a way that God showed us that we did the right thing by packing our family across the country for the conference.

We stayed with the most amazing, generous, funny and inspiring family. We feel we have made lifetime friends and our kids especially were so blessed by the care and attention they received. Our accommodations were in their basement, more than comfortable and totally dark, so we got great sleep all week from our tired, jet-lagged kids. What a gift!

We shared the spotlight with missionaries to Peru, Jamaica, Togo, Norway, and ABWE representatives who serve teams all over Europe and the Middle East. The reps were familiar faces to us from all our trips to ABWE for trainings, so that was another gift. We won’t see home office folks until next summer at Missionary Enrichment.

The Lord will direct this church about their support, but we are hopeful that He leads them to partner with us. We experienced passion for seeing the Gospel spread around the world – not just by “other missionaries” but by anyone whom God might call to the field at that moment – unlike anything we’ve experienced in the Pacific Northwest. In spite of our diverse culture, passion for the nations is not as fervent here. Don’t misunderstand – churches love and honor Jesus here, and they care about missionaries. But they are often more aware of short-term opportunities, social justice, and local issues than they are of the great need for the Good News around the world. It was bolstering to be around people committed to seeing the nations reached.

It is our pleasure to pray for our partners and partnering churches regularly, especially around holidays where outreach and service events might be happening. So we pray for a blessed Thanksgiving for Liberty Baptist Church in Sweetser, Indiana.

Announcing… Our Farewell Tour Fri, 02 Sep 2016 23:44:42 +0000 Continue Reading]]> This is as close to musician fame as we’ll ever get, so we’re dubbing the next few ministry trips “the first dates on our Farewell Tour.”

After Labor Day, we will have wrapped up leading our Chinese friends through The Story of Hope. We hope to continue with The Way to Joy with a few of them, but it is the first in a list of at-home ministries we have to wrap up before heading to language school.

After the long weekend we plan to start homeschool Kindergarten and visit one of our local supporting churches. Then we head to Indiana to participate in a missions conference at Liberty Baptist Church. In addition to kindergarten and church visits, I am going to do Bible Study Fellowship’s John study through December, and we will be packing for our moves and dealing with a lot of logistics. In October we visit two more local supporting churches. We also hope to do some ministry visits in those months. If you would like to introduce us to your small group or someone who might be interested in learning more about missions in Spain, please contact us!

We are looking forward to sharing what God is doing in Spain with so many new people over the next months, and we are praying and trusting God for a few things through that.

  1. We pray that God will supply the last $600 in needed support.
  2. We pray that God would teach our children that He will be there for them when they are missing activities and loved ones at home. They are used to seeing the other Duryees at church on Sundays. We will miss out on homecoming Sunday and a farewell luncheon for a special family as well.
  3. We pray that God would use us to call others to the mission field. Our stories are not typical Bible college to seminary to mission field, and we pray that God would use the unique path He’s given us to call other people to do His work around the world. If we can do it, anyone can.