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Playdate in Georgetown

March 8, 2017


Sunday, March 5
, Martha Lynn and I worshipped once more with the Amelia’s Ward Church of Christ in Linden, Guyana, South America. Again, it was my good pleasure to teach the morning Bible class for the congregation. Outside of assembling with the saints, I diligently worked on the next issue of Gospel Gazette Online. Likewise on Monday, I applied myself throughout the day to preparation of the February edition of GGO, as well as working some on a future quarter of The Voice of Truth International magazine.


Tuesday
, Martha and I had a playdatedouble-date plus one—a day off together—with brother and sister Milo and their 10-year-old son, Zab. Around lunchtime, we five headed into Georgetown, about an hour and a half away. However, before we could eat lunch, we stopped at a tire shop to have a tire changed for the church bus; each action and every direction traveled must be exercised by soldiers of the cross so as to extract as much benefit from the minutes (Ephesians 5:16)—even when on holiday.

Next stop, we were off to the new Chinese restaurant atop the new America-like grocery store—which has become a favorite of ours nearly every time we passed through Georgetown these past six weeks. After all, it was only a 1,000 feet off of our necessary route of travel between Linden and Georgetown.

The five of us climbed the stairway to the second story eatery and were taken aback by the elegance of the panorama that unfolded before us. Everything was pristine, ornate and immaculate. Real tablecloths and cloth napkins adorned each table, and the staff was costumed in fine and culturally appropriate attire for a Chinese backdrop. This was neither a café nor a diner, but it was destination fit for royalty—and a little pricier than some neighborhood haunt. The food was delicious, and the fellowship that we enjoyed was to be cherished forever. On the way back down to ground level, Martha, Zab and I discovered and used the glass-walled elevator that clings to the outside of the building as it escorts its passengers between floors.

Next, we went shopping in the grocery for the last time prior to our return to the USA. I’ve hooked Martha on Cadbury chocolate bars—to go with our Coke Zero, cereal bars and Pringles potato chips. As always, Martha managed to find several discarded coins on the ground, which she will take home for souvenirs for herself, for grandchildren and for young ones along our stateside travels. Patrons of the store throw the coins away because they have no significant value, but the store gives them out in change anyway just to be honest and fair.

Parting from there, we headed to “the Giftland Mall.” We most looked around, and none of us made any noteworthy purchases; Martha and I bought a cheap plastic bowl to safeguard the Amerindian headdress we bought while in Monkey Mountain. The highlight of that stopover was Dairy Queen for four of the five of us; brother Nigel doesn’t like sweets.

By now, most of the day was spent. Nevertheless, we scurried over to a series of two home wares businesses, looking for an area rug and floor mats for the Milo kitchen. Just in time before the metal gate descended to secure the department store for the night, we made our purchase and stuffed it into the small Toyota family car in which we were riding.

Granting Martha’s expressed wishes, a little before dusk, we made our way to the narrow ribbon of beach on the far side of the seawall so my dear wife could feel the sand between her toes and wade in the surf, which was a distance from the shore owing to the low tide. Making good use of her tetanus shot before leaving the United States, Martha promptly stepped on a board with a nail in it! That little incident hardly slowed her down, and she was not seriously injured.

Just when I thought the day couldn’t get any better, we stopped at Pizza Hut before leaving Georgetown for Linden. As far as eating goes, it doesn’t get much better: tasty Chinese food, Dairy Queen Peanut Buster Parfait and Peperoni Lover’s Pizza—besides the breakfast sister Jasmine fixed for us hours earlier. I informed brother Nigel and sister Jasmine that with treatment like that, I might decide to stay and not go home!

The journey back to Linden seemed much longer than it had earlier or at any other time we had passed that way many times over six weeks. The ride was much more taxing, not only because we were packed into the small, 5-passenger auto, but because of the wheel and tire in the trunk, along with the carpet, four mats, groceries, and satiated, contented, slightly heavier car occupants doubtless taxed the suspension as it battled bad spots in the roadway. In addition, we were all tired, and Zab fell asleep, leaning on the shoulder of his recently acquired additional grandma—Martha.

It was a good day! We double-dated, more or less, plus one very fine young man. Days don’t get much better than spending quality time with beloved Christian friends such as the Milos. Of course, I enjoyed being with Martha, too!

Wednesday, I reworked the newsletter and postcard files, and then, I resubmitted them electronically in a different way to a printing company in Michigan; I hope the files are satisfactory this time. Having received the last article for the February Gospel Gazette Online, I was able to publish it to the Internet and apprise subscribers that it is ready for viewing. I continued to work on the March 2017 issue of GGO. At 5 p.m., we participated with local hospital visitation, before attending the Wednesday evening Bible class of the Amelia’s Ward congregation. Tomorrow morning, Lord willing, Martha Lynn and I will start our journey back to the USA, aboard Surinam Airways from Georgetown to Miami. From there, American Airlines should deposit us in Memphis a little before midnight, whereupon our daughter Rebecca will retrieve us. Two hours difference in time zones between our starting and ending points, plus changing the clocks for Daylight Savings Time, will likely keep us a little confused for a few days.

By the blessings of Almighty God, we do what we do, intending it all for His glory. We serve a risen Savior and endeavor to follow the Spirit’s Guide Book—the Bible—as our roadmap from where we are to where we want to spend eternity. Please make that pilgrimage with us to a city whose builder and maker is God (Hebrews 11:10).

Robert’s Bush

March 4, 2017

96-dpi-4x6-roberts-bush-3Friday, March 3 was spent in earnest labors on the next Rushmore Newsletter, the February edition of Gospel Gazette Online (yes, I’m late) and a forthcoming issue of The Voice of Truth International. I finalized the efforts of Rebecca (back in the States), Martha and me on the Rushmore Newsletter, and I sent it digitally to a printing company in Michigan. Subsequently, I sent our newsletter information over the Internet to over 700 persons, some of whom responded almost immediately with congratulations on our marriage, which took place on New Year’s Day this year.

96-dpi-4x6-roberts-bush-1I also prepared and sent the next color postcard to be printed by the same firm. One side of the card shows Martha and me in a flat-bottomed boat, wearing ponchos in a pouring rain, with the tide out and experiencing difficulty getting to shore; the back of the postcard contains information about our mission work.

96-dpi-4x6-roberts-bush-2Saturday, March 4 marked the final 2017 Annual World Evangelism Guyana Nationwide Workshop for this year. It was hosted by the Robert’s Bush Church of Christ. It assembles about an hour from our base in Linden. That was Martha and my 16th seminar this year and over the past six weeks.

96-dpi-4x6-roberts-bush-4Several congregations were represented. Nigel Milo, Martha and I, as at other locations, taught all those present. Brother Milo and I took turns teaching the combined classes as well as classes for the men. Martha taught the ladies classes.

Though this year’s workshops throughout Guyana have just ended, we are already anticipating next year when we will do it all again, Lord willing. Martha has turned out to be a natural, consistently placing the teaching of the Word of God above what is unfamiliar and challenging to her in the surroundings and backdrop of an overseas destination. I think that brethren we encountered have benefitted from the effort of all three of us. However, we are edified and uplifted as much or more than anyone we have visited in Guyana. In any case, to God be the glory!

Whew! I Mailed It!

December 15, 2016
Martha Lynn Noland

Martha Lynn Noland

Long hours over two days, but Martha and I stuffed, labeled and tabbed 1,029 Rushmore Newsletters. Yesterday morning (Wednesday, December 14), we hauled the three 2-foot trays—just under 60 lbs.—of missives to the Winona, Mississippi post office. In addition, email notifications for electronic subscribers to obtain a digital copy of the Rushmore Newsletter were sent to another 669 folks.

Later that day, it was our good pleasure to visit the Siwell Road Church of Christ for Wednesday evening Bible class. Brethren Gary Hampton and Derek Broome serve the congregation as its able evangelists. Martha and I were wonderfully greeted by many dear brothers and sisters in Christ. We capped off the visit with a meeting with the church’s bishops.

Otherwise, Martha and I did some shopping—more on that later. Of course, the 2-hour trip itself each way between Winona, MS and Jackson, MS consumed some significant time as well.

Stayed tuned Dear Brethren. Updates, etc. will be forthcoming soon.

Since I Returned

December 8, 2016
Martha Noland & Bonnie Rushmore

Martha Noland & Bonnie Rushmore

Monday, November 21, I returned to the USA. While only one calendar day from New Delhi, India to Memphis, TN, nevertheless, travel time between three flights and layovers totaled around 30 hours; altogether, I was up for about 48 hours.

Besides the dreaded travel and probable jetlag, I had developed bronchitis; I introduced my international version to the domestic edition plaguing family, friends and brethren upon my arrival in the United States. Being sick compounded the discomfort of long hours and lengthy flights. As it turned out, I was in the beginning stages of illness as I returned to the USA, and I was sufficiently sick for two weeks as to impede catching up on work back at the office. I even missed one all-day preaching appointment as well as worship, too, as I stayed inside for a few days.

My daughter Rebecca, off from teaching school, not only retrieved me from the Memphis airport, but she returned me to my Winona home. There, we enjoyed one another’s company over an otherwise less than noteworthy Thanksgiving holiday. She and I were able to prepare the next edition of the Rushmore Newsletter, and I sent it electronically to a printing company for production.

Toward the end of my illness, I received a visitor; Rebecca and I picked up sister Martha Noland at the Memphis airport and brought her to Winona. She was Bonnie’s best girlfriend, and of course, a Christian friend of mine as well. She just had to “get out of Dodge,” as the proverbial expression goes. December is an especially bad month for her as the one-year anniversary of the passing of her husband Bob occurs on the 16th, and their anniversary is the 29th. The national holiday of Christmas falls on the 25th, too, which was my wife Bonnie’s birthday also. Some other Christian widow ladies and I have been helping each other limp through our emotional minefields, and Martha needed some extra crutches in December. We have developed a special long-distance friendship as sounding boards and sources of encouragement during difficult times of reoccurring grief over the loss of our spouses.

By day, Martha helps out at the office, and by night she resides in the warehouse/office apartment down the road from my residence. This past weekend, she traveled with me to my speaking appointment in Ooltewah, TN, and as it turned out, while I slept in Chattanooga, TN, she slept nightly in Ringgold, GA. We each lodged with a different elder and his wife of the local Church of Christ.

Martha and I visited Bonnie’s gravesite twice at the meetinghouse of the Old Union Church of Christ in rural, tree covered and Kudzu slung Carroll County, MS. On one of those occasions, we changed out the flowers on Bonnie’s grave with fresh, new plastic flowers to reflect the winter season. We both shed tears respecting our sorrow over losing our best friend on earth.

To my dismay, my wrecked automobile was not yet repaired upon my return, though the body shop had it for nearly two months. After getting my car back, I still had to return it – two counties beyond the county in which I live – to have some adjustments made; there remains two unrectified issues with the Town and Country van. Since my medical bills related to my accident – the hit and run – ran around $10,000 dollars, besides an equal amount to fix my car, I amended my auto insurance coverage upward.

Try as I might, I am far from catching up on work back at the office. I did manage, however, to ready the December issue of Gospel Gazette Online for publication. As soon as my daughter completes the proofing – later this week, I will publish and advertise it to subscribers and readers of my blog and Facebook postings. Tomorrow, a tractor-trailer is scheduled to deliver several pallets of literature to the World Evangelism Building in Winona, MS. Incoming are copies of volume 90 of The Voice of Truth International, the next issue of Global Harvest and tracts; these items were printed in India this time. Brethren from three area congregations have been enlisted to help unload and place in the warehouse these tens of thousands of literature. We are thankful for all of the help and the encouragement. Our prayer is that everything that we do will lead to glorifying God and edifying our fellow man.

Newsletters, Newsletters, Newsletters

July 29, 2016

It may have never happened before, but this time the newsletters for Betty Choate, Jerry and Paula Bates, and me all arrived at the World Evangelism the same day. Hence, the repetitious title for this blog entry is “Newsletters, Newsletters, Newsletters.” Around 2,000 newsletters combined for Betty and for me were mailed today; the Bates will mail their newsletters on Monday.

Preparing these newsletters was not without some frustration as well as help to git’er done. Confusion over current tabbing procedures necessitated re-tabbing everything, and a handful of newsletters have five tabs on them! We were aided over the course of two days by brothers and sisters in Christ and some youngsters representing three area congregations of the Lord’s church. A little skeptical at first, the three young people helping me for a little bit – ranging in age from 10- to 12-years-old – were as or even more proficient and faster than some of the adults who helped.

In addition to the 1,028 copies of the Rushmore Newsletter that I mailed today, I also sent out 690 email newsletter links at just after midnight today. It is my hope and my prayer that not only will friends and brethren be aware of my efforts for the cause of Christ, but that many Christians will also offer prayers on my behalf in service of our Lord. Furthermore, I hope that some Christian families and churches of Christ will participate financially with me in my mission pursuits.

Plans are for me to depart for the Asian nations of Myanmar (old Burma) and India in the middle of October and to return to the USA about the third week of November. About two months later, if our Lord wills, I will leave the States once more, this time for several weeks in Guyana, South America.

Between now and my foreign trips, I have much work ahead of me – stateside travels and speaking appointments, publishing Gospel Gazette Online and The Voice of Truth International, and hauling around two tons of Christian literature (books and tracts) to Nashville, TN for shipment to Guyana. I won’t publish another Rushmore Newsletter until I return from Asia.

May our loving God shower you and me with His grace and mercy as we endeavor to be true followers of Him throughout life. To God be the glory in any faithful service that we may be able to offer for the cause of Christ.

Bored, I Am Not!

March 27, 2016

March.pubI’m not a numbers man; numbers are not my friends. I much prefer alphabet characters – literary things. However, I’m about to drown in that, too. A few days ago, I published to the Internet the March edition of Gospel Gazette Online, and I am working on the April issue now. A day or so ago, the March Rushmore Newsletter arrived from a printing company, and on Tuesday the postcard inserts are scheduled to arrive from another printing company. I plan to prepare the newsletter for mailing and send it out later this week to about 1,100 readers; tonight, I published to the Internet the March issue of the Rushmore Newsletter and apprised over 600 digital recipients of its availability. In addition, I have been working on other literary projects, and it will soon be time to layout another issue of The Voice of Truth International. Volume 87 is on its way from Hong Kong, while Volume 88 is being printed now.

Later this week also, I plan to take thousands of copies of The Voice of Truth International to Nashville to a shipping company. Thousands of tracts and hundreds of books, too, will need to be hauled to Nashville. Three or four shipping barrels will be laden with Bibles and Gospel literature for Guyana, South America. Furthermore, along the way, I will be driving to stateside appointments for speaking on Sundays; first, I will be going to Huntsville, Alabama. Presently, I am populating my calendar with appointments over the next few months.

Jerry Bates has been overseas for weeks, and Paula lately went to visit grandchildren in Arkansas; Betty Choate is still globetrotting around Asian countries, and I have been in and out of the office here in Winona. One thing I refuse to do is to get or be bored!

Half Weeks

March 14, 2016

96 dpi 8x10 Guyana River 1Back from five weeks in South America Tuesday night, Wednesday I lingered at Rebecca’s home in Collierville, TN. That evening, she and I attended class with the Collierville Church of Christ where she regularly worships; the congregation is also one of my supporters. It is one of four congregations that are about like home for me. Happily, I was invited on the spur of the moment to speak to the auditorium class; I presented most of one of my lessons that I had been preaching over and over for the Annual Nationwide Mobile Guyanese Seminars for the past five weeks. It is a lesson that I need and that is needed by most stateside churches of Christ, too: “Desiring and Striving for Congregational Growth.”

Thursday, I didn’t leave Rebecca’s house during the day. I worked in my mobile office. Friday, after having a much cherished custard-filled, chocolate-iced donut and some chocolate milk, I moseyed down to Rebecca’s schoolroom in Horn Lake, MS. As I often do after returning from an overseas mission trip, I made a PowerPoint presentation to her class about world geography and culture. She (on spring break) and I made it back to my Winona home late Friday night following some shopping. Rainy Saturday was a good day to stay indoors, which we did. Much to do inside, including working the mobile office some more.

Sunday, we worshipped with friends and brethren in the morning with the Old Union Church of Christ (Carroll County) and in the evening with the West President Street Church of Christ (Leflore County). Monday, Rebecca and I went to my real office and warehouse in the World Evangelism Building. The day was consumed in tackling mission work and personal finances, wiring funds to Hong Kong for printing tracts, taking mailings and packages (after packing the parcels of books) to the post office, finalizing my next newsletter, contacting various brethren about aspects of the overall mission work and suchlike. Nearly, 11 p.m., it’s time to call it a day; we removed ourselves from the office and reconvened in the living room to continue the same about four and a half hours ago – same work, different venue.

Though I never expect to catch completely up in work that lies ahead of me, I would like to get a little closer to the top of the pile! I wouldn’t know what to do with a day off where there was nothing related to the ongoing efforts to which I have committed myself that needs to be done. It doesn’t get any better than this.