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The Travelling Missionary - Michael & Ivonne Walmer

I´m a traveling missionary, I deputize, you see
But every time I leave a state my trail follows me.
The things I´ve left behind me have been scattered coast to coast.
But of all the things I´ve ever lost…I miss my mind the most.

A mind´s a terrible thing to waste, but I´ll never get the chance,
´Cause since I started furlough, my brain´s been in a trance.
And everything I leave behind returns by parcel post,
But of all the things I´ve ever lost….I miss my mind the most!

My slides I left in Texas; my briefcase in L. A.
(My ministers Directory was worn out anyway).
And every time I catch a plane I really take a chance:
`Cause when I flew home to the states, my bags flew on to France.

Last week I lost my bible; a brand new Thompson Chain.
It´s sitting on a platform in a church somewhere in Maine..
And even though both sermon notes were also tucked inside,
It doesn´t really matter, `cause I´ve got them memorized.

Now if I had a nickel for each thing I´ve left behind,
My deficit and budget would be lookin´ mighty fine!
I hope by now the message of this song you will have caught;
I´d sing another verse, but now I´ve lost my train of thought!

November 2009 Kindergarten News from AC

October 2009 Kindergarten News from AC

Amazing results from Thanksgiving Day!!!

Total Raised To Date: K77,000

Story by Richard Carver (Jnr)
For those of you who received our previous newsletters, you would remember that Papua New Guinea held a "National Thanksgiving Day" on June 28th. We asked every church member around the country to give at least K10 (10 Kina - about US$4) - a small, achievable amount per person, which would be used to fund the projects and operations of the church in PNG. More detail about the concept behind National Thanksgiving Day can be found here.
We are so happy to report that National Thanksgiving Day was a huge success, beyond expectations. On 28th June 2009, churches from all over Papua New Guinea gave their offering. It took a while for all the money to come in from the far reaches of PNG (many parts of PNG have no banks or financial facilities, so have to be walked to the nearest bank, sometimes a few day's journey.
To date (29th October), the total amount given within PNG for Thanksgiving Day is over K62,000 (almost US$25,000). As far as we are aware, this is the largest offering ever raised in PNG, and the first time that the church here has worked so hard to contribute toward to their own development. And this, in a country where 95% of the population has no paid employment, and 85% earn less than US$2 per day from their best entrepreneurial efforts.
We also took this appeal internationally, to all soul-loving and PNG-loving people around the globe. From this international appeal, we received another K15,000 (almost US$6000), mainly from individual saints in Australia and the United States. It was so encouraging to see how many of our overseas neighbours have such a heart for Papua New Guinea, and are willing to put behind them financial hardships, personal projects, and the machinations of inter-nation politics, in order to give a little to help God's work in PNG. I can truly say that God has placed a love in peoples' hearts for PNG, for such a time as this.
This puts the total raised (locally and internationally) for Thanksgiving Day near K77,000 (US$31,000)! Amazing!!!
The Thanksgiving Money will be directed toward our Bible School Development project: we plan to build classrooms, dormitories, a Missionary House, and teacher's residences so we can recruit teachers from overseas as well as locally to teach in the Bible School. Bible School is the need of the hour in PNG, and should you ever come here, you would see exactly what an important need this is.
I would like to thank all those who contributed toward PNG's Thanksgiving Day offering. May God bless all of you who love Papua New Guinea and have a desire to see the work of God go ahead in this needy land.
If you have not yet given, but would like to contribute toward this project, it's not too late! We hope to start construction early in 2010, and will need every dollar we can get to realise this project. If you would like to give, and want to know how, please contact me.
Of course the amount raised this year will not be sufficient to cover the costs of the project, so next year we will have another Thanksgiving Day - bigger and better, in Jesus' Name!
Please continue to pray for Papua New Guinea... it needs and appreciates every one of you!

- Richard Carver Jnr

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Freedom, what does it mean to be free?  Freedom is defined as the state of being free, at liberty, rather than a state of confinement.
Freedom stormed the gates of Normandy, cut its way through the jungles of Vietnam, and pressed on through the sand swept deserts of Iraq. This freedom that we fight for as Americans is a freedom to carry out our lives in peace, to worship the God that we may choose, and to raise our children in a world free from terror and discrimination. American freedom is a freedom of this earth, earned by men who paid the ultimate price and gave of themselves for a cause greater than their own.

There is another kind of freedom.  It is a freedom of celestial design with a cause greater than any man can comprehend. He is a freedom that robed Himself in flesh and walked among men, made the lame walk, and the blind to see.  In the end this freedom climbed a hill called Calvary and paid the ultimate price with His own blood.  This freedom ran down a cross; and the price was paid for an eternal cause greater than that of any man. A cause that gives us hope and liberty from the bondage of sin, a second chance, a life that is so great we cannot even imagine it. The freedom that I talk about, His name is Jesus; and He gave His life that all men might truly be free.

Justin D. Rhoads

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May Kindergarten News from AC

This the road behind my housing district – it’s beautifully lined with all kinds of bright flowers and ground cover. But just around this corner a maze of tents was erected nearly a week ago. Only a few have been taken down.

Further down the street beds are being added from homes to the tents and cars find new parking spaces. In other more urban parts of the city, residents left their high-rise condos to sleep, eat, and spend days in their cars parked on the streets.

Here are a few photos I took on the way home from a party yesterday. I passed more tents on the way home, than I did when I came by a few hours earlier. This is probably a direct result of the strong aftershock we experienced at 1:30 a.m. Sunday morning.

Dear friends/family:

As you have no doubt heard by now, my neck of the woods got good shaking Monday afternoon, China Standard Time. The earthquake measured 7.8 and lasted a loooooooong time with the epicentre a little over 50 miles from my home.

Below is what I recall of the event. Just wanted you to know I'm okay and though there are no reports of deaths at this time, people are frightened. Thanks for all the times you've kept me in matters.

Love you all! ~ AC


I was in the kitchen in the middle of preparing to make rice for my dinner tonight. I heard a sound I didn't recognize so I paused and still couldn't make it out. Then the shaking, swaying began. I immediately went to stand in the doorway of my bathroom and whispered a little the shaking intensified, so did the pr.

As I waited for the swaying to stop, there was rolling sensation under my feet. I waited several seconds, whispering all the while, then grabbed for my skirt hanging on the bedroom doorknob. Keeping my balance while putting that skirt on wasn't easy...because I was shaking.

I cringed as my special "Wang" poem crashed to the ground and then the picture on my shoe closet near the door fell over...the living room light was swaying. Then I heard the sound of running and yelling outside in my hallway. I needed to get going to a safer location...but stopped long enough to grab my camera.

I live on the 2nd floor, so my trip down the stairs was a quick one. Outside the ground was rumbling, rolling, but didn't buckle. I tried to help an elderly woman as her relative ran back to get something they forgot. She was confused and very afraid. Staying with her, and helping her along kept my attention from the swaing electric power lines overhead. I've heard that most earthquakes don't last very long, but I'm pretty sure this was over 60 seconds...either that or time slows down.

Then the shaking and swaying stopped. People were still rushing around me with babies and their dogs clutched to their chests. I saw fear today in their eyes. It's not something I see here very much, even in children. As I sat on a bench in the middle of all the commotion, an island of peace in the midst of tears, panic, and uncertainty, I began whispering again for all of us.

Within an hour, and two aftershocks, I was able to go inside between aftershocks and lets a few people know that I'm okay because I figured the phone lines would get jammed pretty quickly. Thank the good, big "L" for Skype!

I'm winding this up now in case my window to email is shrinking. Also, I'm here trying to check on friends. THANKS AGAIN FOR KEEP ME/US IN MIND.

Living In The Shadow of Kilimanjaro - By Gordon Smoak

Just a quick note to share a few photos with you from school this week - they were too cute to pass up.

In one of my schools, the "Mickey" class teachers have really gone all out with making thematic toys for the kids to play with. These are some really lucky 3-4 year olds. Cool stuff!

So without further ado, here are the spoilers of my April update to be released in a couple of weeks. You're the advanced viewing group. Enjoy! ;o)~

1) Food Prep 1 - This is the cooking area (kitchen). The kids in the Santa hats are the fu wu yuan (waiters). They really get into it.

2) Food Prep 2 - The eating area complete with placemats and spoons. A waiter takes an order, gives it to a cook, then picks it up and takes it to the table. Complicated scenario.

3) Doc 1 - A complex doctor/nurse/medication centre. Notice the little girl waiting to get her doll taken care of? She waited pretty patiently. Of course, she had "lunch" at the little diner before going to the doc office.

4) Doc 2 - I love the way this little guy is wearing the stethascope - believe it or not, he used it like that to check a boy's was hilarious, but I was too busy cracking up to get a photo.


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Dear Friends and Family,

This past Sunday we were in Bishop Lavis with Pastor and Sis. Joseph Jansen. Bro. Smith ministered in teaching and then preaching while Sis. Smith and Gavin played. Let me explain!

The past couple of years, we've had a big Easter party for Gavin and his friends. We had realized that Gavin was seven years old at that time and had never really enjoyed the traditions of this holiday. We always have an Easter Conference in South Africa on Easter so we had not taken the time to show Gavin what Easter was all about.

Friends from home bought hundreds of plastic eggs, Easter grass and all the glamorous things we would need to make Easter a special time for Gavin. Since we had more than enough we decided to bring the party to one of our local churches for the Sunday School kids to enjoy.

Sis. Jansen came over and we dyed eggs, put together hundreds of plastic eggs and made goodie bags for all. Since we only get brown eggs here, dying them was a bit challenging, but we ended up with a good result.

Excitement built from the onset. Just talking about the party made me feel good and to know that Gavin didn't mind moving his party from home with friends made me very proud! The party was first class for a first class Sunday School. These children had never seen such beautiful, colorful, plastic eggs and they were excited about hunting them and taking some home. The kids were on the edge of their seats when the story of Easter was taught to them using Resurrection Eggs. We laughed, played games and learned about Jesus together. Hundreds of eggs were hidden in the school play yard where this church meets. I wish you could have heard the screams of excitement as they ran to find the eggs.

We gathered all eggs back into a basket and divided them evenly among the children and they went home with a party bag complete with grass for their plastic eggs. Sis. Jansen said that this would definitely be an Easter these children would never forget and it would be talked about for years.

Isn't God good?

If you would like to see our latest pictures including more from our Easter service visit our website and click on the ministry highlights link. You will find our latest photo albums there.

We pray that you have a blessed Easter! Thank you for supporting our missionary ministry to South Africa

Yours for the Kingdom,

Karl and Mary Smith
United Pentecostal Church International

After 21 months of deputation, Timo is back in Africa. We are going to be living in Malawi due to circumstances in Zimbabwe. Timothy is loving being around the Bible College students and is picking up their language (Chichewa) very fast. He already has his first 'speaking' engagement. He has been asked to speak at a local church.

Timo says his goal is to preach in Chichewa when he is 14. Since he will be 13 in March '08 that gives him 13 months to prepare.

Thanks for all you do for our kids!

Vicki Simoneaux

Missionary Kids: The Life WE Lead

By: Kandra Robertson
February 21, 2008

As missionary kids, we face so many different things that most people do not even think about. From the beginning, our lives begin in a constant state of the 'unknown'. The journey of missions, for many, begins either when we are babies, or when we are in middle school. Our parents have started to begin the process with application and much prayer. Family members are prepared and slowly the reality of this dream sets in. This is the life we lead as global nomads.

The decision has been made: we need to go. The paperwork is in and we are waiting for the one agonizing call that will change our lives forever. We've been summoned for interviewing; the approval has been made. We warned them, they should know by now; its obvious right? What else would the family be thinking as we frantically pack boxes, rushing to get rid of the 'extra stuff' and put the 'non-essential' items in storage. WE ARE GOING!

The travel begins, and at first it's the fresh reality of a dream that we really are missionaries traveling on Deputation. The excitement wears off and it now becomes tedious work that must be endured until the end. Mile after long mile, the end seems so far away. Questions like "Will you live in a mud hut", "Do you speak MEXICAN", "Is it true that French girls don't shave their underarms" and "Can you drive there" are frequently answered with longsuffering. The tedious work of dragging in a footlocker of 'display items' become a daily work-out session; a good service is no longer determined by how many received the Holy Ghost, but by how many items were sold off the display table.

As the road seems to grow longer by the mile, we ask ourselves are we really ready for this? Can I REALLY survive life in a third-world country? The barrage of questions seems to grow continuously as the departure date looms ahead.
Our final months in America are here; the countdown has begun. The last General Conference for four years is the one that we will remember forever. It is at this meeting, God willing, where we will be fully funded. Our name has been presented before the people and we wait anxiously, some for hours, to know the outcome of the conference. The crowd erupts in spontaneous cheers as we fight the onslaught of tears. WE MADE IT!!!! WE ARE FULLY FUNDED!

The busiest months have arrived as we pack a container in which all our personal belongings will sit for a few months. Suitcases being shipped on the plane are packed and are soon full and bulging to their utmost capacity. The layover in an airport terminal made the longest flight we have ever embarked upon seem so much longer, but at last, we have arrived in the country of our calling. We have made our grand debut.

Through the crazy months of 'settling in', we try to make our home as 'American' as possible. The fact that a bottle of Heinz ketchup can cost more than 12 dollars is appalling, to be pulled out for special occasions ONLY!! The reality has yet to set in, are we REALLY here? Electricity becomes a precious amenity and our laptops become our most prized possession in a world filled with blogging, IM, and emails, as we try to stay connected to the 'outside' world. Words like adapt, change, and flexibility become the foundation of our vocabulary as we try to sort out our lives on the 'this' side of the ocean. The times are changing, and so must we.

Here come the lonely months in the form of culture shock. What were my parents THINKING when they dragged me here? Just exactly what am I supposed to do BESIDES schoolwork? I'm not fluent and it's not exactly safe for me to be walking around the neighborhood. I can't exactly go 'door to door' sharing the 'Good News'. It's in this time where we question just about everything that was ever taught to us as kids. The only thing we have to stand upon is the fact that we are not the only ones going through this, although sometimes we wonder.

This is our last year here, the next few months we will be saying good by to the thousands of people that we prayed for, the countless babies we touched on the cheek, and the endless amounts of people with whom we shared 'a moment' with while at the market. You see, we are now facing more unknowns, the USA and college. It's the home of our birth, yet we are strangers in a foreign land there. Here, in our country, we are at home. We first left 'home' to come to a nation that had a name we barely knew how to pronounce, and now we are leaving the home of our hearts. While over here, we are white, yet, in America, we are 'African', 'Spanish', 'European' or 'Asian', whatever country we are coming from; people assume that is our culture. We have no culture, so we make our own. A bond so tight, a stranger can walk up and say, 'I'm an MK' and we instantly 'know' them. There is a connection; we have a bond. We are a family. We ARE MK'S!

All My Car Sights

As I sit in the car,
And watch the land pass by,
I look up and see mountains
Way up high in the sky.
Then I look down on the ground
And I see water all around.
Then I see desert full of sand,
And I wonder, "Where's the green land?"
Then I see meadow, all nice and green,
Full of flowers; but that's not all I've seen.
I've seen prairie, all bare and brown
Where you can stop and run around.
Then I see snow, all wet and white,
And that's the end of my car sights.

By: Richae Richardson
February 4, 2008

Radovan and Tanya (Balca) Hajduk - AIM to Croatia - 3 generations in missions Click here to view PDF

Another update from "AC" about her electric bike! Click here to view pics and notes.

Hey everyone!

Attached is a document which contains pictures from my school. I wanted to get this out last weekend but waited to get an internet connection in my home...and it's finally here!! A special thanks to any of you who bombarded my boss about this - he came through just in time!

I teach eight classes between two schools. My schedule is "sweet!" I work from 8:30-noon four days a week and from 8:30-6:00 on Wednesdays. Not bad at all and I love teaching these kids! You'll see from the photos that "kindergarten" doesn't mean "between preschool and primary school" means something surprisingly different - take a peak and imagine what must have been going through my head as I faced the reality of my assignment. We've just finished the first two units on greetings and "cute animals." You should hear their accent when they say, "rabbit." It's adorable. It comes out like, "RUB-bit-ah". This week we're on holiday but our first Friday back together each class will be "going to the zoo" to feed the animals - that should be interesting, since we won't be leaving the school. I'm discovering this job requires an active, perhaps overactive, imagination. (Is that a smile creeping up on you?)

More good news! My equipment arrived to make connection with more children and I have a meeting tomorrow, hopefully, to get that process underway. If not tomorrow, then I will have to wait four weeks for another opportunity to make the same connection. Thanks for keeping this in mind. It's all in my boss' good time, but I can hardly wait.

In my first month with so much time on my hands I've found a good way to stay busy - studying and doing lessons in the w-rd. I've discovered something so cool. When I do this, I'm honestly surprised how much I catch myself thinking about what's good, true, right, of good report, etc., especially through the night. I found a verse just this evening doing a lesson in psa119.55 that says, when I think on him in the night it makes me obedient in the day. In this place with so much potential and such a huge job to do, it is comforting to have the presence of the one who called me so close.

Thank you for your email responses and kind words of encouragement. You guys are the best group of friends a person could hope for. Thanks for standing with me in your heart. My heart is with you too in your endeavors. Please know that if you received this message directly from me, I talk to my boss about you and brag on you and ask him to look after you. You're on my list as well as in my heart.

In closing, let me share something one of you wrote me that made an impression on me: "Visualize, verbalize...then let it materialize." If any of you are reaching for something, or perhaps you've stopped trying because of discouragement, try putting this little saying to the test. It's been a tremendous help and actually bears out 2cor4.13.


P. S. -- If anyone knows what to feed a cat besides a mouse, fish or cat food, drop me a note. I'm drawing a blank for our zoo trip on this one.

Hi Everyone!

I've been here nearly three weeks and am finally feeling like I'm getting settled in. Attached please find pictures of my street and the inside of my house - so many have been asking about where I live. Next weekend I hope to be able to send pictures of my classes from the two schools where I teach and some scenes from around my part of the city.

The weather was hot the first week, lovely the second (but with rain), and this past week has been a mix of the two. It should start cooling off next week permanently until late spring. So far we've had two days of sunshine with blue skies - the rest are smoggy or overcast or rainy. But it doesn't bother me as much as it may bother some.

I've started teaching this past week and am enjoying myself immensely. This first month or so is just fun things to get the kids loosened up for learning from a Westerner; and we all seem to be getting along great. Outside of school I'm starting to make more friends and am learning some of the language. I actually caught a word or two the other day which surprised me and I know a couple of the written characters now. The four tones for each word is confusing so I'm sticking with the "copy cat" method - understanding will come later. :o)

I am waiting on one piece of equipment before making the connection with my friend who will be introducing me to even more children. Please keep this in mind as the timing is very important.

Thanks family and friends for your support and friendship! Keeps me going...

Until next time,



Dear Friends,

I have been reading a book by Josh McDowell about the way America's Christian youth think today. The author described the hope of every true Christian parent for their children when they reach adulthood . As I read it, it dawned on me that he was describing your children and my children!

As my wife and I discussed some of the reasons we feel like our children are serving the Lord with all their hearts, we decided that a major factor in affecting their Christian walk was the fact that they were raised as MK's overseas.

Why was this so important? What were the elements of missionary life that attributed to their upbringing? I'll mention just 3:
1. A closer family life. They were more centered around the home, not just let loose and running the roads with other "Christian youth." Living in another culture (in the midsts of war) made us as parents more protective of our chidren, trying not to be too restrictive.
2. They saw mom and dad in action. They saw our own personal devotion in prayer, daily devotion and sacrifice in God's work. And they saw us happy in doing it, not complaining that it was a sacrifice, but really enjoying the experience of living in another culture and working for God.
3. We included them in the work. We expected them to learn the language, be involved with the nationals and develop their own "nitch" of ministry. They too were "missionaries" in their own right.

All I can say is that we love missionary life and are so thankful for the opportunity to have raised our 3 children in an another culture. Thank you Jesus and FMD for giving us this opportunity!

From Josh McDowell's book “The Last Christian Generation” (pages 23-24)

“Picture right now your son of daughter or the group of young people you love and care about. Now think twelve to fifteen years into the future and see them in their mid to late twenties. Imagine them being deeply devoted to Christ and passionately loving God with all their heart, mind, and strength. They know who they are as individuals, they know their strengths and weaknesses, and they are capitalizing on those strengths and compensating for their weaknesses. Consequently, they are highly valued and productive people.
Additionally, they have a great sense of purpose and direction in life: they know why they are here. Their life's goal is to honor and glorify their God by being devoted husbands or wives, loving fathers or mothers, faithful members of a local church and compassionate citizens of the world. They don't just talk about how culture needs to change; they are active participants in that change. Their neighbors are attracted to them because they demonstrate such a caring and compassionate heart by bringing healing to the hurting, comfort the broken hearted, and help for those in need.
These young adults have a perspective on life and death that doesn't put a high premium on making lots of money or establishing a life of leisure and pleasure for themselves and their families. They sacrifice financially and give of themselves freely. Their eyes are not on the earthly kingdom but rather on a heavenly kingdom. Subsequently, they see themselves as pilgrims on a journey to a place not of this world, and they are intent on taking as many with them as they can.
Christianity to these godly men and women is far more than a system they have been taught or just believe-it is the life they live out every day. And what's more, they are instilling a Christ like way of life into their own children.”

We love and appreciate you.

God Bless you richly,


P.S. We know that this is not the "norm" in regular denominational Christians lives. And of course, Thinking about this, we find that many of our youth in Pentecost turn out this way. Many pastor's children that we know and saint's children as well have turned out just like this. It is due to the power of the Holy Ghost, and being baptized in Jesus' name, which we hold so dear, but this book has made me so thankful for truth and for how the Lord protects his children when one gives Himself unreservedly to the work of the Lord.
I think our emphasis in the UPCI, on being true Christians focused on HIS Kingdom and not on the temporal things of the world's kingdom plants a true heart in our youth after the things of God.

"I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth." (3 Jn 4)

This summer something happened in my life that has forever changed me.

A 3,000 km - 3 week road trip across Tanzania with ALL 6 members of the family (AND all the stuff that everyone 'claimed' they needed) would probably do that to a person.:

One of our meetings was in the north-west corner of Tanzania in the region of Mara. We were blessed to have SO many guests with us; Bro and Sis Howell and Amy, Bro and Sis Sims and Deleah (Tallahassee Florida) and Bro and Sis Richardson (Papaw and Nanny).

From the very first day of this "youth conference", we were tripping over children.' There were kids EVERYWHERE… especially from the age of about 10 years and younger … they were EVERYWHERE. On the ground staring at us, up in the trees watching us, peeking thru the bushes, literally circling us in one big ring…EVERYWHERE!

On the second day, after Bro Howell had preached an awesome message, the alter call had been made. My sisters and I began to pray for as many kids that were within arms reach around us. I had been praying with a little boy in the middle of the crowd, when Kaylah got my attention and motioned for me to come over to where she was at. So I slowly made my way over to where she was and she said to me… "I want you to pray with this little girl in Kiswahili; she is really close to getting the Holy Ghost." I was like "SURE"!

So we began… Kay was praying for me and the lil girl… and I was praying for Sukari that she would receive the Holy Ghost and be a witness to her friends. Bro Howell had already led us in a prayer of repentance as a group… so now it was time to praise.

I stood facing her and gently put my hands on her hands and together we raised our hands as we began to praise and worship the Lord.

Kay was right there backing us up with one hand on my shoulder, one hand raised, and her prayers were bombarding the Throne Room. As I began to praise, I would alternate between praying in Kiswahili and English. As I would pray in Kiswahili, Sukari would start copying me word for word. I kept telling her that Jesus wanted her to hear her praise Him in her OWN words. So she would start over again and praise and worship on her own, while I would praise in English. As soon as I would start up in Kiswahili, she would start copying me and the cycle would start over again (it actually was funny while at the same time a little frustrating:).

While giving her one of these 'reminders', I thought I heard these words, 'I love you Jesus' (in English, I might add) and I thought to myself, "Did I just hear what I think I heard?" I mentally shook my head and kept praying, then I heard it again. I stopped Sukari to ask her this question…" Do you speak English?" From her lips came the sweetest reply… "Hamna"…(NO!)

I instantly took off shouting and dancing across the front of the tight circle that was the "platform" area!!!! (I am told that some people thought I had a snake or bug up my skirt,:). I then fell in my mom's arms, sobbing these words, "She got the Holy Ghost in English; I heard her get the Holy Ghost in English!!"

After the service, I asked her, "Do you believe you received the Holy Ghost today?" She looked at me with wide eyes that were sparkling, nodded her head & said, "Naamini sasa" (I do now). Later, Kaylah came over to where all the guests and missionaries were and confirmed all that had happened.

The next day, my mom and I were able to meet Sukari's parents. They told me that they attended the local UPCT village church and had been praying that Sukari would receive the Holy Ghost. They told us that God had heard and answered their prayers.

That was such an awesome experience. There were no 'waterworks' and no blubberings, just a sincere little girl simply loving & worshipping her Jesus.

Written by Kandra Robertson - MK to Tanzania

Day in the life of MKs Melinda and Candra Poitras (18 and 16- Ghana Africa as they get ready to greet this year’s Next Steppers (Program designed by the Foreign Missions Division of the UPC for those thinking of going into missions)


Dearest, Darling Next Steppers:

We are so looking forward to meeting you and to seeing those of you we already know; or sort of know. (Big shout out to Amber, Alyssa, Ben, Lindsey, and, of course, our Vicky!) This is going to be a wild and wacky two months full of growth and change. So much fun! You’re all going to leave your unique mark on this continent. Can’t wait to see God move!

On with business:

A.) If you have any Ghana-related questions it’s pretty safe to say we’ve got some of the answers. E-mail us with your queries and we will shoot back an honest reply.

B.) Colleen, greatest AIMer alive, (As much as it pains us to admit it, it’s totally true.) Ya’ll are going to learn so much from her, be thankful she’s here. We can’t imagine what life would be like if she weren’t. My (Melinda’s) Math and Science grades would not be the same if she had been called to, say, Tahiti. Trust me. Aside from teaching us our times tables, she teaches, writes, prints, organizes, and basically makes it impossible for five people to take her place. She will be having a birthday while y’all are here. It will probably be celebrated on June 5th. (She doesn’t know this by the way.) For those of you who would like to bring a little gift she loves all things blue. She will, in the near future, be decorating a house. So doilies, picture frames, candles, knick knacks; good stuff! A devotional, notebook, or the latest worship cd would be a hit as well. If you really want to get on her good side, she loves vanilla scents. (Did somebody say “Warm Vanilla Sugar?”) We, on the other hand, like Coconut Lime Verbena… (j/k) So, for those of you looking to throw a little birthday gift for our birthday bash in your suitcase; those are some good ideas.

C.) In this section we were going to interject something about it being culturally required for all men to shave their heads but we knew that one of you young, eager to please gents would actually shave your head. And two months full of activity, is a long time for an MK to spend grounded…

That’s all we can think of at the moment. Drop us a line! We’d love to get to know you a little bit before you get here.

Looking forward to fun!

Melinda and Candra Poitras

by Amanda Guidry (MK to Spain)

News Release/Praise Report: Nepal, Nepalganjg and Surkhet

Scism Christian Institute graduate Bhupati Chaudhary started a new church in Nepalganj city, with these present results:
Constituency: 16
Baptized: 10
Spirit-filled: 3
Average attendance: 12

General secretary Bobby Adhikari traveled with Bhupathi and district pastor Raj Chaudhary to Surkhet to meet contacts there, with this new congregation:
Elder: Bhim Bahadur B.K.
Constituency: 20
Spirit-filled: 4
Attendance: 15
More people will be baptized there soon.

And this visit has resulted in invitations to present apostolic truth at the areas of Jajarkot and Dailak. Bhupathi and Bhim will go there.

News from the Knox Family
Click here to view PDF of AIM Report - November 2006-March 2007.

News from Jere Riddick

You know you're an MK when:
By Tessa Robertson

  1. Sheets that smell like cigarette smoke and chlorine become normal.
  2. You blow your nose on anything BUT a Kleenex tissue.
  3. While on Deputation, every sentence begins with 'Remember that ONE place…?".
  4. Your life's belongings can fit into a 24" duffel bag.
  5. You are able to unload the car/truck, get ready for church and set up display in 20 minutes.
  6. You measure a 'GOOD' church service by how much you sold off your display table.
  7. You are 1 sentence ahead of your mother as she gives her 'testimony'.
  8. Your father uses a maximum of 3 different scriptures in the 2 ½ years you have been on Deputation.
  9. You can recite McDonald's, Taco Bell's, Burger King's, Dairy Queen's, AND Wendy's menu better than you can recite the 23rd Psalm.
  10. You know the floor plan of EVERY Wal-Mart in the US AND Canada.
  11. Your family can throw on your seat buckles in LESS than 5 seconds.
  12. You talk with someone about their church and 'remember' EVERY John/Jane Doe that he or she mentions.
  13. Half of your siblings are sitting across the church playing connect the dots while you are sitting behind your mother with another sibling playing Game-Boy while your dad is sharing his "burden".
  14. You say basically the same thing @ EVERY church in the nation.
  15. You start chilling when it gets to 80 degrees or below outside.
  16. Dorito chips become 'nachos'.
  17. You start freaking out when the price of hairspray is $6-12. (Haven't been THAT desperate yetJ)
  18. You think a 'good' road is one with few potholes but many bumps.
  19. Your greatest fear is not that of snakes and scorpions, but of power outages.
  20. You start mixing the national language with your mother tongue.
  21. You feel like it's Christmas every time a mail package comes.
  22. You vote for Pedro @ MKA elections.

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