Seasoned with Salt

More Happy Happenings Ukraine #3

2011-11-23T03:24:00.001-08:00

Our journey continues with each experience enriching our lives. What an honour to meet with key women leaders from this nation of Ukraine. As our conversation with Pastor Sophia unfolded (centre of pic) , it was clear that God has impressed the idea of global unity with women into many hearts. Here we are with leaders from different church unions. All three of us were affirmed in our own ministry gifts and look forward to the future.

Our translator Maria came along with Pastor Victor to drive us to Pereyashav-Khmilnitsky (say that three times and see how it sounds!)
We met with Valentina, Pastor's wife of the church in this thousand year old town. They rent an old Soviet theatre and have a strong congregation.
They prepared a delicious meal- the best cabbage rolls I've ever eaten, as well as many other Ukrainian dishes.

Here we are (below) with the women that gathered to hear from us. How many can fit into a little room? At least another twenty, who are sitting in a side area.

We were deeply touched by so many hugs from these beautiful women.

Just though you should know... in Ukraine, Chocolate is a food group!

On to our only English-speaking conference, International Christian Centre. Held about ninety miles outside Kiev, what a wonderful experience with women from all over the world. They are teachers, missionaries, ambassadors wives, seminary leaders and others.

Alma and I finally had the opportunity to launch our material for the third WOW (Woman of Wisdom) Bible study. Since we are co-authoring this study on Ruth, the last four months have been spent in exploring possibilities. After presenting the background, volunteers played the different characters while a narrator read the entire book, a script from scripture.

Here is the cast!

Mahlon and Killion die!

We can't wait to do the trial of the entire text in Cambridge, February-March, 2012.

Moving on to Poltava

All of us are amazed at the growth of the church here. Each village we visited touched our hearts. One such church started four years ago and already has fifteen daughter churches. Simple strategy with incredible results.

We stayed in a simple hotel and ate breakfast in the hotel restaurant.

Here we are trying to order simple morning fare. I needed to call Oleg, our translator to finally discover that there were no choices. Below see our meal, minus another boiled sausage and vegetables.

A new adventure every day!

We joined up with Bob (after a ten day separation) Tim and Ed.

A view of a nunnery taken from atop a hill on the other side of Poltava.

How's this? (above) A monument to perogies. Alma is sitting in the spoon.

Another five hour drive to Krivoy Rog. This is where Bob has been teaching. Now we have a Pastor's and woman's conference.

Look what we found on the way to the market.

Ah. Roshen candy!

Ending on a sweet note!

Tonight we head back with an overnight train ride. We have been told, memories will be made.

Our time here is coming to to an end. I hope you are enjoying the time we have shared with you. There is so much more. Perhaps one day some of you will cross the ocean to experience this culture, rich in relationships and new life.

Thanks for your prayers.

Alma, Marg, Tim, Bob and Ruth

More Ukraine Happy Happenings

2011-11-18T02:55:00.001-08:00

Hello again. We are back!
What a wonderful adventure we are having, Marg, Alma and Ruth.
On Tuesday, Ed and Natasha took us downtown Kiev.
A world-class city with incredible architecture.

On to the Lavra, a fifteen hundred year old monastery. Such an experience, lighting a candle and descending to the lower catacombs, where we viewed the remains (delightful) of several saints. Couldn't see much except for a blackened hand sticking out of one wrapped body.

Here are some of the many buildings in the immense compound, taken in the pouring rain.

As Ed drove through the entrance gates, the guard asked for his pass.
Tim mentioned he would like to buy the guard's hat. The guard said he would give a price on the way out. As you can see, Tim got the deal sealed.

This round structure is covered completely with beautifully-decorated Ukrainian eggs.

Wednesday, Ed picked us up to drive to Smila. We met Dennis and Oxanna and their three children last years. Many prayers are going up for his beautiful daughter who has no known medical reason for her hair loss. What darling girls.

Wonderful meeting at Smila church, their services held in a theatre. We enjoyed lots of energetic worship music, words of greetings and a powerful message from Tim, utilizing his God-given gifts.

Ed and Tim went on to join Bob in Krivoy Rog, Alma, Marg and Ruth travelled back to Kiev with the pastor and his friend.
So we had three English speaking females and two Ukrainian-speaking males, driver and passenger. A two and half hour drive turned into a four hour drive. They got lost and we couldn't help them except to say Na, Na, when we knew they were in the wrong neighbourhood. Such fun! Back to our nest at 1:45 am. We can sleep when we die.

Tim and Bob are in Krivoy Rog speaking, teaching, eating, sleeping. We know they have a very full schedule too but we have no pics of them.

We have so much more to share so watch for our next post.

Love and prayers coming across the ocean,
Margaret, Alma and Ruth

Happy Happenings in Kiev

2011-11-12T11:43:00.001-08:00

Hello from Kiev.

We arrived Wednesday mid afternoon. Another hour drive to Paul and Christine Pierquet's (pastors of International Christian Assembly) brought us to their home, where we will live for the next ten days.
Thursday morning we started speaking at Kiev Bible Institute.
Here we are with some of the female students. Marg challenged them to rise to their godly potential, utilizing Biblical women as role models.

Friday afternoon we started a two day conference with Christian Hope Churches. Some women came on an eight-hour train ride, then another hour drive to be with us. We were able to communicate with these fantastic translators.

Sunday morning we had the opportunity to participate in Pastor Sophia's church, a dynamic woman who is known throughout Ukraine for her positive influence in drawing all together in unity. Here we are in the choir room working with Julia, our translator, making last minute preparation for Marg's message and Ruth's recitation of Psalm 8.

The three hours of singing, dancing, words of encouragement, blessing for the children, soloists, saxaphonist, string quartet, children's worship team was topped off with a timely message from Margaret. She shared stories on her spiritual heritage from the Ukraine.

Here we are with Ed Dickson (who arranged this memorable morning), his family, Pastor Sophia and her assistant pastors.

Tim Gibb flies in tomorrow and we will be join up with Bob who is already many miles east of here speaking at a Bible school.

We are so blessed to be in this environment to see God at work with His people.
Will have tons more to share. Come back often.

Please remember to keep praying for us. We can't do this without you!

Marg, Alma and Ruth

Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Days

2011-07-28T18:10:00.000-07:00

"I can throw a water balloon," chimed our grandson, Cole, when I asked him what he liked best about summer. "I can squirt Ben with the water gun," responded Emily, echoing the same child-like approach to this season's pleasures.

Oh, to be a child again... to risk getting wet with our clothes on, to just abandon oursophisticated response to life. However, at this time of year, our calendar is often filled to the brim with weddings, showers, graduations, family reunions, barbecues and vacations. Too often, several commitments appear on one day, challenging us to keep cool in more than one way. When summer's last rose petal falls, will I be able to say that I have enjoyed it?

The words from the old song, "Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer" gave me food for thought. I determined that my summer be filled not only with activity but with contentment as well.

Oxford dictionary defines LAZY as averse to labour, indolent, slothful; slow-moving. Ido not want to be lazy but those words remind me to slow down this season.

Three weeks ago, I sat at my desk with a pile of work staring at me. I had no other choice but to don my helmet, kick back the stand, jump on my bicycle and ride away. Twenty-five minutes later, I arrived at the water's edge of Belwood Lake. Quickly I forgot the long to do list back home and drank in the tranquility. Beside the still waters, I watched a mallard duck as he lazily floated upstream. I liked his approach to the day. My mind drifted to an ancient writing, pointing to the creator of all nature: "Be still and know that I am God" gave a fresh calmness to my sun-parched spirit.

HAZY is defined as misty, vague, and indistinct. Often I have a dim, distorted view of life and ask why there are such challenges, pain and suffering all around me. My mother always reminded me that everything happens for a reason. For now, I will don my spiritual glasses and know God is working on a bigger plan.

Extremely enthusiastic, unrestrained, exciting are just three definitions for the last word CRAZY. How well they describe the uninhibited nature of children. Ready at a moment's notice to laugh, giggle and forget the scraped knee. I've heard it said,"What you focus on grows". I am going to focus on enjoying the longer days, delighting in all that is mine and choosing to . Why not join me? Come to think of it, I think I'll go fill a water balloon and have some fun.

Uganda's beauty- at the Congo border

2011-07-10T12:50:00.000-07:00

With recent word that Africa is experiencing the worst drought in sixty years, those that travelled there last month are praying for the beautiful people to know we care. There are ways to help their severe plight. If you want more information, email me: ruth@seasonedwithsalt.net

And now, come along as we explore new territory!

Rwebisengo- What and where?

Rwebisengo... a village near the Congo border. We were told that it's the place where the best looking women in Africa live!

To get there is about two and a half hours through some of the most beautiful mountainous terrain in Africa. The road is being improved since our last visit but still needs prayer, both for those widening it and those travelling it!

With no guard rails for protection, passing is next to impossible and the constant fear is falling rock! But the beauty – breathtaking!

Our team stopped for a photo while waiting for the rock slide to be removed. (shown in the picture above)

People met under open-ended tents for the Pastor's Conference and surprise bike distribution. Most pastors in the rural areas of Uganda cannot afford transportation. Through generous donations, we were able to provide about 80 bikes.

While nurses did HIV testing, and other team members provided a program for the children, we were able to preach and teach the Word of God. Even the children worshipped in this open air meeting.

One of the highlights of our day in Rwebisengo was visiting the Medical Clinic. Directed by Evelyn Komuntale and Outreach for Africa, we loved meeting each patient and staff. They all enjoy having their pictures taken.

The building is rectangular shaped and has small rooms designated for patients, maternity, pharmacy and laboratory. This could serve thousands of people in the area. Medical help is not easily available.

The patient rooms are very basic. A bed and not much else. No running water, monitor or medical utensils.

Three patients were being treated, two of which were young women giving birth.

The reality in Uganda is that the average number of children per woman is 7. Over 6,000 women die yearly in Uganda because of child birth complications that could be avoided. Death in child-birth takes as many lives as HIV among women.

These two women, in the pictures below, are experiencing contractions and within hours would give birth. No hospital garments, no water, no monitors, little care and no food. We were deeply moved as we prayed for them.

Through the generosity of several health units in Canada, we were able to provide much appreciated and welcomed medical supplies. As a team we were pleased to represent the generous people of Canada.

On Wednesday, Ruth and I said goodbye to Africa. We promised our airport hostess and a wonderful believer, Joyce, that we would be back.

Africa won our hearts!

We hope you have enjoyed the journey to Africa. We would love to hear from you!

Uganda- Here we come!

2011-07-08T18:28:00.000-07:00

Hello Uganda!

We stepped out of the Entebbe airport into beautiful sunshine and warmth, lush foliage and the sound of a hundred singing birds. We were ready for another adventure! We loaded 21 pieces of luggage into 2 vans and our team of 7, plus drivers and our host, Evelyn Komuntale, were off to Kampala.

Our vans had to be guarded as we parked in downtown Kampala to exchange our currency to Ugandan shillings. Some of us stayed behind and were shocked at the number of children coming to our van to beg. The sights, sounds and smells of uncontrolled traffic, street vendors and people walking briskly everywhere, many with a basket on their head, made for an interesting 'people-watching hour'. How very different from our country.

Arriving at our Guest House was a reprieve. We settled into the modest rooms and quickly headed to a thatched roof gazebo to enjoy bottled water (our only safe drink), cheese, bread and fruit!

We needed time to get to know our host, Evelyn,Ugandan born/American.

One of the highlights of our time in Uganda, known as the Pearl of Africa, was the distribution of some 200 Bibles. A number of the Pastor’s Conference participants had tattered, well-used, 20 year-old copies.

Many others had no Bible and dearly wanted their own personal copy of God's Word. This would be a treasured gift. They waited, and waited and received!

The conference centre exploded with music, dance and joy when the final Bible was given out.

They placed their Bibles on their heads and celebrated! The hunger for God’s Word in Uganda is genuine! One Pastor told one of our team leaders: “We need the teaching of the Word of God more than we need money.”

What a joy to give these gifts from your hands. Thanks to those who made this possible.

Stop by again for more gift-giving opportunities.

Kampala's Day off- Elephants and Giraffes

2011-06-24T08:24:00.001-07:00

On Sunday night, June 19, we left the Bible School behind and flew back to Nairobi. Everyone looked forward to the visit to the elephant orphanage. We we not disappointed. These very loving animals bond to their personal trainers, who are with them twenty four hours a day.

Some have been orphaned by poachers, or found alone in the forests. They need love, warmth and attention just like little babies. Once they are two years old, theyare sent on toanother national forest.
At night time the trainer sleeps in a bunk, in the elephant's bedroom. The babies have a blanket tuckedaround them while they sleep and wear it all day for the first few months.

The trainers feed them their bottles, which look like they hold about four litres.

Those bottles were emptied very quickly!

Just for the record, these fascinating animals have wrinkles at a very young age, yet everyone kept saying how cute they were. I'm keeping that in mind!

On to the giraffe farm.

We had the fun of feeding them pellets right from our hands. Brenda, the nurse teacher, enjoyed the thrill of allowing a tall giraffe to take a pellet from between her lips. No one else wanted the same thrill, except a trainer below. Note: Brenda also taught classes on person cleanliness.

Our day-off was crowned with two more special events.

First... a visit to Pan African University, where Paul and Lynn Kohls take leadership roles, he the academic dean, and she a professor. Another beautiful Canadian couple who have given their lives to the education of Kenyan youth. An incredible environment of learning, with impressive grounds and buildings.

Second... dinner at Safari Hotel. The most beautiful grounds graced with gardens. pools, bridges and palms lighted for evening dining.

The menu included: crocodile, camel, goat, and gizzards. I tried all but the gizzards. Too many new tastes all at once.

Question: Is it okay to have this much fun on a 'mission trip'?

Come back again soon for more of Africa!
Margaret will share on the next couple blogs.

Africa- Kenya's Sunday's adventures

2011-06-24T07:58:00.000-07:00

Hello from Africa!

Our adventures continue in this beautiful land of contrasts. Poverty in the middle of lush gardens and flowering trees. This is the rainy season, so the terrain is getting ready for planting or showing off its early produce.

Mike and Sheila Middlebrook were wonderful hosts while we stayed in N'yangori.

He is dean of the Bible school and together, they are only Canadians at the training facility, as the nationals now take the teaching postitions. With a Phd, Mike could surely have a high paying job in Canada but together they have chosen to invest in these beautiful young people. It was truly an honour to be in their classrooms, and to hear the quality of education they are receiving. Then we had the fun of teaching our own special topics.

There is such a passion for learning, an atmosphere of excellence in both the academic and spiritual development of the students. Imagine a classroom with neither powerpoint or overhead.

On Sunday we went to various villages. Catherine Routley, Daniel, our translator and I went to the church where Daniel is the pastor. We rode in the van over roads that were like washboards, with ruts and deep holes that threatened to devour us all.

I spoke to his congregation and Catharine, one of our nurses, sang accapella. Here we are with the gifts they presented to us. It includes six eggs, flowering plants, a cardboard painted house, a hanging decoration and a paper mache dish.

Just as we thought we were finished, each of us was presented with a tree sapling, in a plastic. We followed the whole group to the church yard where two holes had been dug. Then one at a time, Catherine and I planted the trees and covered the planting with soil. It was a big celelbration to mark the day we had shared. A wonderful memory for sure.

Margaret had her own adventure at another village church. Here are some of the women worshipping. Believe me, they are not afraid to raise their voices.

There are so many wonderful stories to tell, we could fill a book. Please come back again for more of this colourful land.

Hello from Africa!

2011-06-20T23:19:00.000-07:00

Hello everyone,
Finally we found the internet!
Join us for our first few days.

Left Pearson Airport at 7:00 PM on June 13. Ready to go!

Arrived at Heathrow Airport at 7:00 AM June 14, seven hours ahead of you. Marg had a sad heart for the good shopping was at the other terminal. She did however survive and we walked off the sadness!

After three hour layover, we flew on to Nairobi, Kenya and arrived at the PAOC guesthouse at 10:30PM. What amazing flowers, trees and lush greenery everywhere we look. A few winks, a quick piece of toast and off again, another short flight to Kisumu, where we enjoyed the African dancers and singers that greeted us. At least that's what we thought. Really there was an important dignitary on the flight!

From Wednesday evening to Sunday afternoon, we were constantly on the move, speaking, teaching and preaching at the N'yangori Bible School. What an incredible group of Kenyan students, about 250 passionate Christians who know how to worship and pray. We may just bring a few back with us sometime, for they have much to teach us. We spoke at eight different villages and oh, how the roads gave us the ride of the year, with many bumps, shakes, and holes.

On Saturday, the nurses helped to organize the first clinic. What a moving experience.

So long for now!

Hello

2011-06-09T15:47:00.001-07:00

Too long! It's been much too long. Life has its way of crowding in and filling every wee space on the day timer. But tonight I had to drop by to say 'hello' and 'so long.'

'So long' for in just four days, I join nine others to make our way to Kenya/Uganda.

The excitement is rising, for not only does our team have the privilege of encouraging with words, but also with actions.

Four nurses will participate in teaching basic principles of hygiene and provide HIV testing.

Through the generosity of many, huge amounts of syringes, needles and other medical supplies have been donated.

In this picture, my daughter-in-law and I unload the first contributions. It is wonderful to know that our abundance can fill a huge need in those African countries.

Stop by often in the next few weeks to join us in our adventure of depositing physical, mental and spiritual nourishment to those we go to serve.

So long for now.

May the Lord bless you and keep you and make His face to shine upon you, and give you peace.

Numbers 7:24-26

Family Day Writing Contest

2011-02-28T12:46:00.000-08:00

Last Monday, many people enjoyed a day off to participate in family activities. In Windsor and area, the schools held a writing contest. Our twelve year old granddaughter won first place with her thoughts, which she read at Devonshire Mall Monday afternoon.

Her perspective:

Family: What a family means to me

By: Bryn Coghill

What is a family? To most people, a family is a mom, dad, sister or brother. It’s those who are related to you. Is it those who supply food and shelter? Is it those you live with? Yes, of course. Not only that, but family is much, much more. Family is support, togetherness and love.

Family must be held up by more than mom or dad. A family needs support. What is support? Support is when someone is cheering you on, for instance, at a sports game or before a test. Also, support is when someone is cheering you up, after a sad loss, such as a bad mark, or even when you’re just feeling downright blue. Support is someone backing up your thoughts or ideas, someone finally agreeing with you when no one else seems to. My family supports me before a soccer game or a gymnastics award ceremony by cheering me on. If I don’t win the game or get an award, my mom is always there with a change of clothes and a smile.

There is more to a family than support. There is togetherness. What is togetherness? Togetherness is when everyone is together, simply playing a card game or watching a movie. Togetherness is when you have that special feeling of being included by everyone, where no one is left out. Togetherness is getting along. My family is together often, playing games and making fun times together.

Most importantly, a family is love. What is love? Love is the kind words spoken often that make everyone happy. Love is coming together in a tough time, through thick and thin. My mom and dad show love to me every night with a hug and a kind word. My family supports me and is mostly always together. That shows love. Family is mainly held together by love.

What is a family? Not just mom or dad. It’s not biology. It doesn’t matter if you are related. A family is togetherness and support. Mainly, a family is very simply, love.

Risk-taking adventures in 2011

2011-01-09T14:44:00.000-08:00

This first week of 2011 brings thoughts of a fresh start, a new beginning. What will unfold this year? Will there be happiness, sadness, challenge or adventure? For many of us, there will be a combination of all four.

Recently a friend sent me this thought, based on Ephesians 3:20.

Set out each day believing in your dreams. Know without a doubt that you were made for amazing things.

Memories of January 2009 came immediately to mind. Let me share one of our first adventures of that year.

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Picacho Peak came into view as we drove on Interstate #10 two hours southeast of Phoenix, Arizona. With an elevation of over 3500 feet, it's a hiker's delight. I had readily agreed to climb that mountain while sitting comfortably in my brother-in-law's home. It sounded like an adventure I didn't want to miss during our winter holiday this year.

But as the beauty of the blue sky, the rugged mountain and desert stared back at us, so did the height of the Peak. Bare rocks showing off their steep vertical stood ready to challenge every fibre of my being. Did I really agree to this?

After parking the car, Don, Dee, Bob and I got out. Loaded with water bottles and a light lunch, we started the two mile hike to the top. At first, just a few small rocks covered the trail, but soon large boulders took their place, making each step an effort.

My walking routine back home hadn't prepared me for this cardio workout. Are we almost there? A look below showed we had made progress, the distance to the bottom evoking chills down my spine and all the way to my toes. Can I make it? Another glance convinced me it was insurmountable.

A few feet ahead I spotted the cables, erected to provide climbers leverage to conquer the steep incline. Netting hung loosely near the precipice for those who lost their footing. Thankful for borrowed gloves, I grabbed the cable and pulled, now questioning my upper body strength.

"Look over here, I want a picture." I turned my head slowly to see Don snap a memory, proof that we were still going up. Fresh thoughts of children and grandchildren at home, how high and how foolish we were, sent fear deep into the pit of my stomach. Suddenly retreat seemed the most favourable option.

"It's our choice," says Chuck Swindoll, "We can allow fear to make us victims or we can challenge fear to work for us by driving us to a deeper dependence on God." I opted for the latter.

Looking back at the rock, I discovered something. Focusing on the rock ahead and just putting one foot in front of the other, my confidence grew. Two hours later, cheers arose as we stepped on to the top. What a view awaited us! Those sandwiches tasted good until another frightening thought—the only way down is the way we came up.

Cautiously beginning the descent, I looked for solid, less steep footholds. I began to slide... straight down. The easy looking step turned out to be slippery shale. Near the bottom, Bob looked at me and commented, "I kept thinking of the song, On Christ the solid rock I stand. All other ground is sinking sand." Together we experienced the reality of walking on the Rock.

I marvelled that more than a month before, God gave me a verse for 2009, Habakkuk 3:19. "The sovereign Lord is my strength. He makes my feet like the feet of a deer. He enables me to go on the heights." (NIV)

God made us for climbing mountains. But, as Steven Curtis Chapman states in his book The Great Adventure, "Once we start factoring in reason, and understanding, and safety, and comfortable living, we miss so much of the adventure we're really called to live, which is a life of faith."

Sound simple? I like it that way. And it appears Jesus had a passion for simplicity, stating that even children have the qualifications to enter the kingdom. They clasp faith as easily as taking the hand of a child next to them in a game of Ring Around The Rosy.

Perhaps that's what trusting is all about—taking Jesus' hand, knowing He will guide my steps. After all, He had first-hand experience climbing the mountain.

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Have a wonderful 2011 and remember to 'live' every day!

Enjoying the adventure

Ruth

The Translator

2010-12-19T14:17:00.000-08:00

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 out loud 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 for the day's event, and especially for my message.

In spite of the excessive heat sending rivulets of perspiration 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, she did also. 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 caste 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 saviour necessitated leaving her cultural heritage behind. With a bold determination to speak about her newfound faith, she lived 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 feasts, 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 position 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. For that reason, here is my Christmas prayer for this year: 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.

Ruth in Action- Krivoy Rog, Ukraine

2010-12-11T08:34:00.000-08:00

Memories of our time in the Ukraine linger, creating a longing to return. While Bob worked on the rehab centre, Margaret and I spoke, taught and gleaned many treasures of wisdom from women and men in that area.

Church of Praise- Pastors Conference- November 24- 25

Margaret Gibb and Brian Egert- keynote speakers

At the beginning of each session, I shared my love for memorizing and a few tips that I have found helpful.

Below: Anya, my translator interprets my recitation of Psalm 8.

Giving instruction to the conference participants. The goal: to collectively recite the nine verses of the Psalm using their own creative ideas.

A bag of oranges provides an illustration. Ask me "what?"

The second day at the Pastors conference. Rejoicing filled the room as all joined in to recite, "Oh Lord, our Lord, How majestic is your name in all the earth." Joy erupts on each face as the task is completed.

The above picture was taken before renovations began. Over one hundred twenty-two churches have birthed from this mother church.

I have been extremely blessed with this privilege of encouraging the 'hiding of God's word in one's heart'. The response from Ukrainians is overwhelming.

Check out this group of women practicing the Psalm. Let me know your thoughts.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rzJpTql_JcM

Enjoying the journey!

Ruth

Stop by again very soon for more action in Ukraine!

Christmas List: Tonights Radio Show

2010-12-02T18:13:00.000-08:00

Thank you to four Canadian authors featured tonight, December 2, at 9:00 PM on Words To Inspire by Seasoned With Salt. You can learn more about their work, and make any recommended Christmas purchases on their sites. Check them out!

• Donna Mann
(also check out Donna's work on meadowlane.homestead.com)

• Brian Austin

• Glynis Belec

• Denise Rumble
(check out her work on The Word Guild or Canadian Christian Writers)

If you missed this Christmas list show with book ideas for the whole family, listen online or subscribe to our audiocast HERE or listen on iTunes HERE

Don't forget to listen live at 94.3 FaithFM Kitchener every thursday at 9pm www.faithfm.org

Little Opportunities

2010-11-30T07:19:00.000-08:00

While in Krivoy Rog and on our day off, Ed Dickson took us to Sunshine Orphanage.

What beautiful children live in this special home. We noticed the pride of this young teacher working here with a group of little girls.

Creativity is encouraged. This blind student made the paper designer dress and when the teacher asked us to take one, I chose his.

Marg with the youngest in this facility. Adorable!

So happy and carefree; little girls and giggles. Contagious!

Here were are with a teacher, Marg, Ed Dickson, the director and Ruth. All the staff stop when Ed arrives. Named 'the year round Santa,' he spends much of his time looking after the needs of twenty-four orphanages. From Leamington, Ontario, Ed felt a call to leave Canada and move here. Not only has he made a tremendous contribution to this society for fourteen years, he married a gorgeous Ukrainian and has three beautiful children.

These 'givers' have made a huge difference in the lives of so many children. What an honour to have spent this time with them.

Who's Plans are they anyway?

2010-11-30T05:32:00.000-08:00

Paraphrase of Proverbs 16:1 "I make my plans but it is God who has the final word."

After spending last night regrouping, repacking and visiting with newly-found friends, we three, Marg, Bob and I nodded off for a few winks. Our driver arrived at 3:00 am to take us to the airport for our homeward flight.

Dragging all our luggage (somewhat heavy due to Roshen and a parcel going back to a Ukrainian family in TO), we endeavored to leave this place quietly, down the three floors and on to Ed's van.

Most of our travel these past two weeks has been by subway and taxi. How grateful we are that Ed willingly stayed up all night to give us the ride to catch our flight.

Even more grateful that he stayed with us to check-in and discover why our flight was cancelled.

None of us can speak the language yet!

A major snow storm in Britain caused many closures. At 5:00 am, we turned around to make the trip back to 'our home here in Kiev', not so quietly!

The exciting part in all this is that we get to do it all over again tomorrow at 3:00. This morning must have been the practice run. Poor Ed!

One simple thing: the storms continue. Maybe, more opportunity awaits!

Calls made to our 'rides' from TO airport are both available Wednesday. Wonderful!

Thursday Dec 2, about a hundred women will gather in Elora Central Pentecostal Church for a Christmas celebration to end this semester of Bible study. The speaker? None other than Marg Gibb. However, she is now repacking and re-planning this week's agenda. Plan B is now in effect for Ruth Maclean and her committee there.

Many of you have made this life-changing discovery: To be part of this kind of travel, Gumby is a 'key word.' (Remember the flexible toy of the 70's?)

Stop by soon for 'Little Opportunities'

Bob's assignment in Krivoy Rog

2010-11-29T00:03:00.000-08:00

So much was accomplished while in Ukraine. One of Bob's completed assignments is shown above.

Just look what it looked like before they started the 10X10 room in the Boys rehab centre.

The above picture shows the re-bar welded around the room, which needed to be removed with a grinder before starting the renovations. In Canada the project should take about a week. Here in the Ukraine, with neither proper tools or materials, it took a week with a bit more to be completed by locals.

Bob really enjoyed working with Dima, his Ukrainian translator and 'son in the faith.' He learned a lot from Bob's inductive Bible study on Titus.

More to come. Stop by again!

Day 8- Sunday Service in a former Soviet Hall

2010-11-21T11:16:00.000-08:00

Here we are on Sunday morning, Marg up at 6:00 am to grab the bathroom first before the added house guests arise. Terry and heather Burns are amazing Canadians who have given four years to teaching and working with missionaries here in Kiev. Their home is an open door, even though there are bolts and locks every fifteen feet.

Three more men arrive to share this apartment space so hence the run for the shower!

Our translator, Julie, arrived at 8:30 and off we went in another van, with her, Olga and Peter, the driver. The two and a half hour drive took us to an eleven hundred year old city, Pereyaslav-Khnelnytsky. (Say that in a hurry.)

In 1990, this group below went to the director of a pagan festival and asked permission to sing! "Yes, you can sing after the men jump over the fire and people are going home."

This singing ensemble grabbed the opportunity and began to sing as many festival-goers left the gathering. The more they sang, the larger the group that turned around, returned and stood to hear the gospel through the songs.

The worship team led in variety of quality music, from classical, contemporary to traditional Ukrainian ensembles.

An accordian/soloist.

picture of congregation in the theatre of the building.

This day marked a twenty-year anniversary, this church birthed just one year before the collapse of Communism.

For seventy years this nation was forced to write and repeat, "There is NO God!" How interesting that today and each Sunday, this body of believers meets here, a former Soviet building.

Many years earlier, Pastor Urgys wife participated in the required writing of the atheistic regime, BUT God intervened and today, what a celebration!

As the first and only Christians in the beginning, Pastor Urgy and his wife were the laughingstock of the town. They prayed and believed for just a convert or two.

Today, over two hundred and fifty believers crowded into this theatre that once housed 'God-haters.'

Four new churches have been launched from this mother church.

With tears rolling down her cheeks, she smiled, "Look what God has done. I can hardly believe it."

Drama and stories from their history kept all of us captivated by God's greatness and faithfulness.

Marg topped off the morning with the telling of her wonderful Ukrainian legacy.

The three hour service seemed like an hour, for the 'joy of the Lord filled the place."

Is it possible that a Greater joy is birthed out of deep pain? We believe we saw the results of that thought today.

Stop by again for there is more!

Day 5, 6 &7

2010-11-21T10:12:00.000-08:00

Welcome back!

Our sightseeing day is over and work begins!

This three day conference brought with it many stories, songs and laughter.

Thursday and Friday focused on pastors wives. Although we were the guest speakers, we learned so much from them.

Here is Luba and her daughter Aloina, holding a diary of Luba's father. In the 40's and just a teenager, he was taken to Siberia and imprisoned because of his faith in Jesus Christ. He was held there for ten years, three of them hard labour and torture. While there living in the settlement, he met Luba's mom and the legacy of faith passed down.

Below:

Yuliya (Julie), our translator, barely 80 pounds, has an English/Psychology masters at 22 and works in a travel agency to make enough money to survive.

Oh how these women love to dress. Just look at the footwear! Marg and I are thinking of some additions to our shoe rack.

I've learned much about Marg and her family heritage. Did you know that her grandfather also

spent three years in prison because this formerly atheistic society hated Christians?

One official in particular made sure that her grandpa stayed in prison and made life very difficult for Karp Hrycauk. God's design. Also in prison were several German Bible professors. Imagine this. Grandfather Karp learned God's word while in prison.

Later her grandparents immigrated to Canada and settled in Alberta. With Bible close at hand,

he began house churches to new German, Polish and Ukrainian settlers.

Strangely enough, the man responsible for Karp's prison time also moved to Canada and to the same Alberta area. After hearing from some townsfolk that there was another Ukrainian holding house church meetings, he determined to attend and make fun of Karp again.

People arrived on horses and sleighs on that cold winter night and the group waited for their preacher.

When Karp walked in to the assembled group, the man stood and pointed at Karp, saying,"You're the one, you're the one. I believe in your saviour."

Forgiveness, redemption and God's grace took place and the two men and their families became very close friends. You'll see Marg in the picture above with Luba, Aloonia.

We are amazed at the hunger and thirst for God's word and the willingness to participate in memorizing. When I asked for volunteers who desired a deeper challenge in memorizing, all seventy women eagerly walked up to the front. What an adventure and such incredible results in just two days together. Psalm 8 in it's entirety with signing, singing and reciting. Watch for the final presentation on Youtube coming soon.

Don't forget to come back for the next heart-warming, overwhelming story of our great God!

Day 2-First pics from Kiev!

2010-11-17T00:06:00.000-08:00

Hello friends,

So glad you stopped by to see some of the beauty of this Ukrainian city, Kiev. Independence came in 1991, and with it a whole new world of opportunity. Still there is much to be done! Average income for professionals such as teachers: $150.-200. per month; doctors: $200-400;

nurses: $75.-100. per month.

Kreschatik - main street of Kiev! A street with 50+ year old buildings and beautiful arches! Look in the arch... descending cars.

Downtown Kiev - Kreschatik street! Big sidewalks with enough space for people to both park and walk!

I read yesterday in a book published in 2008: An average of 50,000 cars were newly registered each month since Oct 2007. No wonder they have to park on the sidewalk!!

Small orthodox cathedral, located on the corner of two major roads!
Beautiful St.Michael's orthodox cathedral! Originally built in 1139!

The more domes - the merrier! =)

This is why people purchase SUV's in Ukraine - to park on sidewalks!

Ruth, Bob and Vova (our fantastic translator and guide)

This building used to be Stalin's headquarters in Kiev. Now it is the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Ukraine! Nice change!

A part of Independence Square downtown Kiev, where Orange Revolution took place, November/December 2004.

Independence Square - the very heart of Kiev!!!

Join us often as we explore, walk and share in this incredible environment, the Ukraine, land of Marg Gibb's heritage.

Enjoying the journey

Today I Choose

2010-10-25T12:49:00.000-07:00

"In our country, every one gets an opportunity to choose the person they want to be in charge of the government," our daughter, Heather, explained to five-year old granddaughter, Emily, who asked what it meant to 'vote.'
In her confident, child-like manner, she looked right back at her Mom and exclaimed, "Mom, God is in charge of the government."

Emily's trust really echoes Daniel's words in Chapter 2:20-21 where he gives several of God's sovereign characteristics. "Praise be to the name of God forever and ever; wisdom and power are his. He changes times and seasons; he sets up kings and deposes them. He gives wisdom to the wise and knowledge to the discerning."

What a reminder!

Today, hundreds of people all over the country walk into a private booth or mail in their choice of 'the right man or woman' for the designated job. Many, however, choose not to.

Two things astound me:
The first is, that He enlists me to mark a ballot in the unfolding of His plan.
The second is, that I get to choose whether or not I cooperate in the design.

I'm so thankful that such freedoms are ours.

Today, I choose to follow. Today I choose life.

Faces of Haiti

2010-02-26T15:52:00.000-08:00

I spread out the rolled-up map of the world and placed it on the carpet in the family room. Then I knelt down and looked for Hispaniola, and focused on the western part of the island...a tiny pink shaped surrounded by blue. For most of my life that is how I viewed Haiti, nestled with other islands in the Caribbean.
A new image birthed when A.J., our youngest son, spent some fun days, doing boy things like setting off stink bombs, with his Haitian cousin while we holidayed on Grand Manan Island. My cousin, Doug Tatton and Rosemary, his wife adopted Jordon years before, while serving as missionaries in City de Soliel, a rough neighbourhood of Port au Prince.
My husband, Bob, started his travels to help in building projects there and his stories further piqued my interest. In February, 2009, Bob and I left Fergus with a team of fourteen and flew to the poorest location in the western hemisphere. Finally, I could see for myself this beautiful land, ravished by poverty, challenge and intrigue.
More faces replaced the coloured spot on the map.

Since 1996, Louise and Michel Charbonneau, missionaries from Quebec, Canada, coordinate a feeding program for children, hungry both physically and spiritually. Their love, concern and training of the youth of that nation sends rivers of warm admiration flowing through me. While there, I stayed with two others in an upstairs bedroom of their mission home. Each night we turned on a fan to cool down and also to drown out the endless noise...pigs squealing, roosters crowing, music and voices all clamoured for attention. Most nights, the hydro failed for a few hours and came back on pre-dawn. Just down the hall from us, before sunrise, Michel and Louise spent the first hours in prayer to seek God's wisdom before attempting the day. This daily habit helped them face the many challenges and opportunities of teaching, building and encouraging.
Two Haitian women arrive and begin the meal preparation in the well-organized kitchen. With continual activity from early morning until evening, I noted the minimal personal privacy afforded the Charbonneau's. Outside two more locals begin the immense task of preparing rice and beans for two thousand or more. Their kitchen occupied space in a corner of the yard. Large black boiling kettles and shovels to stir the rice, their day began as the rooster crowed.
A 12 foot wall, topped with barbed wire surrounded the house, large irons gates providing the entrance to the street. A hired armed security, along with a dog, kept watch over the facility.
Several times a week, the front and side yard of their rented home changes into a meeting place for hundreds. Twice each week, after singing and teaching, long tables are lifted high over the children's heads, the wooden benches turned in, and the table placed perfectly between the benches facing each other. I stood by and watched in amazement at the ease with which the youth accomplished this dining room feat. I tried to help but just got in the way.
For many, this meal of rice and beans on Sunday and spaghetti on Friday provides their only meals for the week. I looked into beautiful brown eyes, all anxiously awaiting to have their tummies filled. A sea of starving faces all devoured every morsel. A little girl stuffed the remaining noodles into her pants pocket, possibly to share with someone at home.
One of our first assignments took us to the slums outside the property. A regular visit from one of the trained youth served as a link to the families, a caring beyond the feeding program.
Bob introduced me to Gandy, our guide for the scheduled drop-in. He led us down a narrow street, then another. I stretched out out my arms and at the same time, touched the houses on both sides of the alley. Families lived inside each simple one or two roomed dwelling, made of metal, wood and mud.
A little girl came running and threw her arms around Gandy and looked into his face, eyes dancing. Giggles, smiles and laughter alerted me to the special bond between the two.
Never rushing, but aware of the many awaiting his coming, Gandy gave words of encouragement and we moved on.
I gave thanks for the comfortable, supportive walking shoes on the uneven, broken path. We turned a sharp corner to see that the path continued three feet below. Bob and Gandy jumped down first. I took Bob's hand to make an ungraceful descent. After gaining my footing, I looked up to see another face...dirty and sad. This eight year old boy sat on the threshold of the family shelter, wearing only grimy undershorts.
A closer look revealed physical and mental disabilities. Twisted limbs and bare ribs bespoke poor nutrition. He had never walked or talked, but I watched him as Gandy approached the steps and walked up to him. Instantly his countenance changed, the blank stare replaced with a smile the extended across his entire face.
The closer Gandy got to him, the more excited he became until he giggled, his whole body shaking. Gandy reached down and carefully but firmly held him while carrying him down the stairs. With both strong arms around his back, Gandy lowered him to the ground. Still holding the lad, Gandy spun around to face him, grasping each hand tightly. With gentle coaxing, he took small steps backwards, encouraging the young boy to put one foot in front of the other along with him. For several minutes, Gandy continued this tedious process. He returned him to his regular sitting spot and turned to the mother, who stood nearby watching the whole scene. "It would really help your son to do this exercise every day."
She smiled, nodded and in Creole replied, "Okay, I will."
As we left and walked out of earshot Gandy's face saddened. "I tell this mom the same thing every week I come, but she never responds. I know he can do better. with daily exercise." He went on to share the neglect that special needs children endure.
Our tour continued. Commotion as we arrived at the next home. Mother and two children all ran to get plastic chairs. We sat and enjoyed the interaction between Gandy and his little flock. "Father, bless this home."
"How wonderful that your children come to our feeding program."
"I miss Robert. Please tell him, I'd love to see him again."
"Can you come to church this week?"

Prayer, encouraging words, invitations and hugs freely given were all comfortably part of Gandy's visit.
Not only did he have a passion to improve the plight of his people, but he determined to upgrade his own education.
"How is my English? I want to speak perfectly."
Bob and he helped each other with pronunciation of the other's language. Some letters are difficult in anothers' tongue. Gandy looked at us, and accepted each suggestion eagerly.
"I pwactice and pwactice in fwont of the miwow."
For over five years, Gandy St.Hilaire has served as assistant pastor, been a pillar of the church, the sponsoring program and taken charge of the dining hall. Louise and Michel, who have trained him often said, "If only we had a few more like Gandy for the work here."

On January 12, 2010, Gandy walked to his regular class at the Church of the Rock Bible school where he studied theology. The earthquake hit. All twenty students were trapped under the collapsed building. Bob Thornly, along with others, worked three days and nights to rescue the crushed victims. Shouts of joy arose as four came out alive. The short-lived happiness turned to sorrow. The other eighteen lost their lives, including the very last one pulled from the rubble...Gandy.
How you will be missed Gandy! I only knew you for a week but you impacted my life forever. It is difficult to comprehend that your work here is complete but we rejoice in a Higher power who views all things from His perspective.
Act13:36 For when David had served God's purpose in his own generation, he fell asleep.

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2010-02-26T11:50:00.000-08:00

It is time for an update for much has transpired since my last blog.
In preparation for the Asia trip last fall, I wrote an eight week Bible study to accompany the four CD set...Women Of Worth. My sister, Alma, wrote an inductive study on Titus, which Bob used there as well. This gave us freedom to copy our own materials and leave them wherever needed.
After returning home from the life-changing adventure, I spoke at a Women Alive/Precept Just The Word day in Montreal, where I released the study guide and taught four one-hour sessions on Women Of Worth.
At the close of the day, a lady came up to me to express her appreciation for the WOW guide and asked if it could be translated into Spanish. Johanne and her husband are missionaries to a Spanish congregation in Montreal.
Now, I know very little about getting this accomplished in English, but Spanish? I wondered how, when and if. I waited to see if there really was a need and sure enough, Johanne emailed me to remind me.
In January of this year, we prayed for someone to translate. Finally after a couple possibilities, Bob suggested Mark Petersen, my nephew who spent several years in Columbia and Costa Rica. Knowing he has a full schedule, I reluctantly and humbly called on a Sunday night in January. He agreed to look at the fifty-four page outline and then accepted the project with certain conditions, the first one being that I nudge him every second week until he completed. The second suggested that after the first draft, the translation needed a Spanish editor to catch any cultural or grammatical errors. The third condition is still in the works! : )
What a privilege to have Mark provide this labour of love.
I projected the end of February or March for completion;however, the following Friday night, just five days later, Mark called to say he'd finished. What? I could not believe it. For some unexplained reason, (Who Knows?) his calendar cleared that week and my Bible study guide received his full attention.
Next I emailed my Writers group in Mount Forest and discovered one of my writing buddies took Spanish lessons right in town. Her teacher and husband, from Mexico, started their own business and welcomed the oppotunity to edit the document.
AJ utilized the covers of the English copy, transferred the translated text and voila...Thursday Feb 18th, the first copies were printed.

Johanne purchased the first copy and will begin the eight-week course with her class in April. The first group order will go out within the next month.
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2009-12-13T13:31:00.000-08:00

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.

2009-11-04T07:16:00.000-08:00

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.

2009-10-16T05:59:00.000-07:00

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.

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

2009-10-14T01:50:00.000-07:00

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)

2009-10-06T19:03:00.001-07:00

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!

2009-10-03T22:35:00.000-07:00

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!

Barefeet, dogs and lizards

2009-10-01T23:10:00.000-07:00

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

2009-09-28T18:42:00.000-07:00

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!

2009-09-28T18:26:00.000-07:00

WHO WILL GO? Sept 26-29

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!

2009-09-22T00:45:00.000-07:00

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!

2009-09-19T02:53:00.001-07:00

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)

2009-09-15T04:02:00.000-07:00

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.

2009-08-31T17:11:00.000-07:00

We hit the local news with our WHO WILL GO family Fun Day held on July 25th. Watch for the follow-up in the News Express after we return October 15th.

2009-08-20T08:07:00.000-07:00

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.

2009-07-27T14:17:00.001-07:00

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

Places to Go

2009-06-23T11:51:00.000-07:00

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

Coghill's New Adventure

2009-06-05T16:45:00.000-07:00

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