Withdrawal of resources, unlimited grace

This post was written while we were in Chad.

We are struggling lately with the basics here at the orphanage. I go to the bank a few times on the weekend for a withdrawal our monthly rent from the ATM. However the dispenser is either down or turned off. We have to wait on this issue before we make a withdrawal of money for our regular living expenses. Now we are starting to draw from our savings. It is the beginning of the month, so the typical rush on the bank is happening now.

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Faith in God takes us further

Lessons learned at my first missions conference

Ever since I had obeyed the calling God had placed on my heart, things started moving in the right direction. I had completed my Bible School training at Faith School of Theology, and my linguistics training with the Summer Institute of Linguistics.  My linguistics studies brought me from Nashua, New Hampshire to Grand Forks, North Dakota by Amtrak train, and to Horsleys Green in England, then finally to Dallas, Texas.

I was 21 years old, and had gotten it all done.  I only needed to raise the support necessary to go to Chad, Africa. It was my first missions conference ever.  I still remember the church: Lyndonville Baptist Church, in Lyndonville, Vermont.

It was and interesting experience, representing Wycliffe for the very first time, but I felt a little out-of-place. While I attended this conference, I arrived with about a dozen of God’s seasoned servants whose combined years of overseas service most likely exceeded a century. They represented SIM, New Tribes and other mission agencies.  I felt small and insignificant beside them. Their stories and knowledge left me amazed.  What did I have to offer beside these giants of the faith?

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Birthday clues and big rivers of greenish-brown water

This post was written while we were in Chad.

To get to church this morning, I took two taxis, one minivan, and waded knee-deep in greenish brown water in five places off and on for one hour. I didn’t actually have to go through all those streams and ponds, but I became lost a few times. Sometimes the water was slimy under me, other times it was sandy and solid.

clue in floodI saw little red dots visible to the naked eye swimming around in there, thousands of them per square foot on the surface, not to mention the millions that must have swum below the surface! A few times, I saw things floating around in the water my legs were in that you only see in toilets. Although black bags are illegal in Chad, my leg became stuck to one such bag for a few paces. I was thankful to a few strangers who lent a hand by showing me the way toward my destination.

IBRA radio has a training session going on now on production; after one week of classes, they are halfway through it. It was great to meet them at church this morning. Pastor’s wife prepared a delicious macaroni with chicken sauce for lunch; after enjoying that, I was on my way back home to celebrate Deborah’s birthday.

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The next revolution in the Great Commission of Christ

From anywhere, to anywhere, without having to raise support

The way we have traditionally fulfilled the Final Commission of Christ is broken. And we need to be fix it. We lose too many of those who are called to make an eternal difference in the world, due to an unbiblical barrier of raising support and depending on a missions agency to do what is meant to be done by the church.

And those who serve because they were good at raising support, aren’t always the best laborers in the harvest field. Some of them tend to waste money and to not blend in well to their host culture.

We need to take advantage of the new economy to send out our brightest and best in new ways.

In the past, our best laborers have been the Bruchkos, the Gladys Aylwards, the Hudson Taylors.  These laborers refused to blend in, and asked the difficult questions.

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Kite Flying and Holy Spirit Revival

Searching for a Breeze: August 27, 2014

Our family went to Sand Beach this past weekend, for one last outing before the school year begins.  It used to be our family tradition to go to the coast each year at least a few times, but our summer was so busy that we hadn’t been yet.

When we go to Sand Beach, my girls love to venture out into the freezing cold ocean with the bobbing waves (crazy kids!)

and I love to fly a kite.

I have a kite shaped like a blue Navy jet.  It has a long tail of streamers which looks like the flames coming out of the jet engines as they shake in the breeze.

One of the sticks that holds the kite in its jet-like shape was missing, so I used a long seagull feather in its place.

Kite in hand, waiting for a breeze

Sand Beach, Acadia NP, where I love to fly my kite in the summer [© 2001 - 2015 Greg A. Hartford] breezeI didn’t do a lot of kite flying at the beach that Saturday.  There was little to no breeze, so I spent most of my time wandering around the shore, trying to feel where the wind might be at its strongest.

I found that the wind blew the most near the lifeguard’s seat, so I hung around there a long time, kite in hand, feeling for some breeze and trying to get the kite to fly into the air.

Oblivious to those around me, my senses were focused on finding a breeze as I watched the treetops for some movement, or felt the air lightly touch my neck.

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