Thursday, June 30, 2011

June Recap

 

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

More Heroes - A Truck Driver, A Brazilian Pioneer Missionary, & A Persecuted Pastor


This month on our blog, our authors have written about their Heroes.  For this month's edition of Headlines, I would like to point you to some other 'Heroes' articles.  Enjoy.
  
  •  The Man Who Was My Father - This author was two years old when he moved to live with his grandparents.  He writes a moving tribute about his grandfather.
    "My grandfather looked like Abraham Lincoln without a beard. He was the most masculinely tender man I have ever known and the closest to Christ-likeness of any man I have ever watched. And I watched him all the time."
  • "It's time to stand back and watch what God is going to do" - Here's another story of a Pioneer Missionary Hero - Harold Reiner, missionary to Brazil.  Harold just recently went home to be with his Lord.
     
  • Finally, here is a video from Voice of the Martyrs.  Watch a true Hero who was and continues to be persecuted for preaching about Jesus Christ.


Past editions of Headlines:

Monday, June 27, 2011

Congratulations to Winter Haven on its Centennial Anniversary (by Stephen Simpson)


The City of Winter Haven is 100 years old.  While I am no where near 100 years old, I have spent my entire life in Winter Haven.  Even though my 'entire life' encompasses less than 30 years, I have still seen lots of change come to Winter Haven.  Let me share with you some of the things I remember about Winter Haven.  Perhaps you'll remember them too.


When I think about Winter Haven, I remember...
  • Watching the Boston Red Sox play baseball
  • Walking around the old Winter Haven mall and eating at Morrison's cafeteria.
  • When there wasn't a Publix at Spirit Lake Road and Hwy 540.  For years it was just an empty patch of land with a big sign that said something like "Coming Soon:  Publix." 
  • Mr. Ott.  He was a short man who always wore a bow tie and ran Ott-Laughlin funeral home.  He was friends with my grandfather.
  • My pediatrician - Dr. Larue.  He has since passed away, but his son, also a pediatrician, continues to practice on Avenue K.
  • My dentist - Dr. Carroll.  Dr. Carroll cleaned my teeth for probably close to 20 years.  It was a sad day when he retired a few years ago.  He is greatly missed. 
  • Cypress Gardens
    • The 'sinkhole' parking lot and the other parking areas under all of the trees
    • Attending Easter sunrise services at Cypress Gardens and listening to the Day of Discovery Singers
  • Watching Michael Jordan play baseball for the Chicago White Sox at Chain of Lakes Stadium against the Indians.
  • Banks named Barnett Bank and First Union.  There were others, but I don't remember them as clearly - Meritor?  Haven Federal?
  • When the McDonalds on Cypress Gardens Blvd had a playground.  As the road widened, it got closer and closer to the playground until it eventually had to be removed.  Then, they completely rebuilt the entire restaurant.
  • Eating at the old Red Lobster on 3rd street.  Now it has become the Knights of Columbus building.  I have a clear childhood memory of going into the restroom at this restaurant, finding a gospel tract, and knowing that my grandfather had been in there.  Sure enough, I came out and found him and my grandmother.
  • J Burns' Pizza & Pipes - A restaurant with Pizza and a Pipe Organ.  
  • When Hwy 540 (in front of our church) was only two lanes and ran straight into Sertoma Park.  From there you had to turn onto Wrecker Hwy to get to Hwy 17 so that you could go on into town.
  • The old Citrus & Chemical bank building on 1st Street.  It had a giant orange hanging in it.  It was torn down to make way for CenterState Bank.
  • When there was no Lowes or Home Depot.  All we had was Scotty's.
1st Presbyterian Church of Winter Haven

Over the past 100 years, Winter Haven has changed.  Restaurants have come and gone.  Streets have been added, widened, re-routed, and even removed.  Cypress Gardens and come and gone and we are all looking forward to it's reincarnation as LEGOLAND Florida.  One thing has remained constant.  There have always been churches in Winter Haven.  In fact, some have even been around even longer than the 100 years that the City of Winter Haven has 'officially' existed (see First Baptist and First Presbyterian).  Consider this thought - Christ has been preached in Winter Haven for well over 100 years.  

Since the 1970's, our church, Faith Baptist Church has been faithfully ministering to the Winter Haven community.  We minister to the 'snowbirds' who flock south each winter.  We minister to the children through ministries like Upward, Awana, VBS, and the Fine Arts Academy.  We minister to the 'at-risk' through our FX ministry.  We minister to the hungry and discouraged through our annual Thanksgiving meal in Inwood and our Free Shopping Day at Christmastime.  We count it both a privilege and a duty to minister to the community of Winter Haven.

So, Faith Baptist Church congratulates the City of Winter Haven on 100 years.  Further, we pledge to continue faithfully preaching Jesus Christ to this community.  By God's grace, this church will continue to faithfully minister to this great city all throughout the next 100 years of its existence.

Friday, June 24, 2011

D-Day Veterans: My Heroes (by Jonita Barram)

Image from Sue Whicker

On July 3rd, 2011 at 6pm, our church will present "A Tribute to America's Heroes."  This special program will honor some specific individuals from our church and community who are truly heroic.  To get us thinking about the heroes in our lives several of our blog authors are writing about their heroes.

Hero = “a man admired for his achievements and noble qualities”; “one that shows great courage”; “an object of extreme admiration and devotion”

The summer of 1988, my parents were working at the Greater Lisbon Christian Academy in Portugal, and my younger sister was with them as a teacher. I was in transition between teaching at the King’s Academy in West Palm Beach and going to work for Regular Baptist Press. So my parents flew me to Portugal, and we took a road trip to Great Britain, Spain, and France.

Our trip took us to Normandy, France, where we visited the Normandy American Cemetery and Memorial, Omaha Beach, the Pointe du Hoc Ranger Memorial, and the Airborne Museum. Everywhere we went, we read of the heroism of American military personnel. We read statistics and names. We looked at personal items. We read notes and letters and looked at photographs. I realized that real men had fought and died.


It Was a “God Thing”
I am not sure if it was at Omaha Beach or Pointe du Hoc, but we visited the top of a cliff and walked through a concrete bunker where German soldiers clearly had the advantage. The Americans, on the other hand, reached the top of the cliff from the sea only to be open targets for the German guns. As I stood there that day, I realized that only God could have given the Allies the victory. From a human standpoint, the
Germans should have won.

Normandy American Cemetery
The Normandy American Cemetery covers 172 acres and seems like a sea of white crosses and stars of David. Nine thousand three hundred and eighty-six (9,386) American war dead are buried there, with 307 of them unknown. The remains of approximately 14,000 others were originally buried in the region but were returned to the US by request of their next of kin. I remember a part of the memorial that lists those missing in action and presumed dead—1,557 names. But they weren’t just names. None of those nearly 25,000 men were just names. They were all flesh-and-blood people with eternal souls, with hopes and dreams and weaknesses and fears like the rest of us.

When I think about what they went through because they believed in freedom and in our country, I consider every last one of them a hero.

Pointe du Hoc
Among all those heroes stands out the 2nd Ranger Battalion under the command of Col. James E. Rudder. The morning of D-Day, June 6, 1944, they scaled a 100-foot cliff to seize a fortified enemy position that controlled the landing approaches to Omaha and Utah beaches. The battalion lost more than 50 percent of its men! Col. Rudder himself was wounded twice during the course of the fighting. In spite of this, the rangers
dug in and fought off German counterattacks for two days. They helped to successfully establish a beachhead for the Allied forces.

These are my heroes!

Full Circle
Remember my missionary heroes? Well, many of those men served in WWII, came home and took Bible training, and then went out as missionaries to be heroes again taking the gospel to the ends of the earth.


Other 'Heroes' Posts:

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

30 Hours on the Amazon River (by Peter Brock)


The Lord recently blessed me with the opportunity to travel to Santiago, Chile and Pevas, Peru.  As with any missions trip, it is almost impossible to adequately communicate the sights, smells, foods, people and lessons learned. So here, in no particular order, are just a few of the many lessons I was able to learn with some random impressions mixed in.


  • Downtown Santiago, Chile reminds me of European cities.
  • We have much to learn from believers in other countries.
  • Missionaries from the US are still vitally needed in some countries.
  • Missionaries from the US may need to consider taking a back seat to the national leadership in some countries.
  • The believers in the Santiago prison challenged my life like nothing else on the trip.  
  • The boat rides on the Amazon river, totaling over 30 hours, were unlike anything I have ever experienced and will ever experience again.

  
  • The gospel of Jesus Christ is alive and well in the jungles of Peru.
    
Peter and his 'translator'

  • Fish
  
  • I am privileged to call many Chilean and Peruvian believers my friends.
  • Participating in the baptism of 6 new believers in the river was a thrill and a privilege.
 
   
  • Iquitos, Peru, our staging point for our boat rides to Pevas, is the largest city in the world that you can't drive to.
  • I love to hear believers in other countries sing.
  • The American church has so many resources that it's almost embarrassing.
  • The missionaries who served on the Amazon River in years past laid a great foundation.
 
  
  • The pastors that ministered in the Amazon region of Peru humbled me.
  • Adelphos is doing a great job around the world.
  

  • Preaching on Friday afternoon in Pevas was easily the hottest environment I have ever preached in. Just about killed my translator.

  • I thank God for again humbling me as I was able to see Him at work in this world.


Tuesday, June 21, 2011

VBS 2011 - Gold Rush

Enjoy this video from our 2011 Vacation Bible School

Monday, June 20, 2011

Cher Ami - WW1 Hero (by Lee Dusing)

Image from Sue Whicker

On July 3rd, 2011 at 6pm, our church will present "A Tribute to America's Heroes."  This special program will honor some specific individuals from our church and community who are truly heroic.  To get us thinking about the heroes in our lives several of our blog authors are writing about their heroes.

While researching for a hero, I tried to find out about my father, who was in WW1. Being as he died when I was four years old, it is hard to find out a lot of details. All I knew is that he was in the trenches where they were poisoned with mustard gas and that it took years, but he died as a result of that gassing. Talking to my family, I also found out that he was at the Meuse-Argonne Offensive (Argonne Forrest) in which 117,000 of our American troops gave their lives and that he was in a company that had few survivors. Also found that he had fought hand-to-hand with bayonets. But the actual details are still a mystery. So, my dad and all of our men that fought in WW1 are my heros.


Cher Ami - Homing Pigeon Hero


What I did find is a hero of the avian kind. His name was Cher Ami (French for "dear friend", in the masculine) and he was a homing pigeon which had been donated by the pigeon fanciers of Britain for use by the U.S. Army Signal Corps in France during World War I and had been trained by American pigeoneers. He helped save the Lost Battalion of the 77th Division in the battle of the Argonne, October 1918.

On October 3, 1918, Charles Whittlesey and more than 500 men were trapped in a small depression on the side of the hill behind enemy lines without food or ammunition. They were also beginning to receive friendly fire from allied troops who did not know their location. Surrounded by the Germans, many were killed and wounded in the first day and by the second day, only a little more than 200 men were still alive. Whittlesey dispatched messages by pigeon. The pigeon carrying the first message ("Many wounded. We cannot evacuate.") was shot down. A second bird was sent with the message, "Men are suffering. Can support be sent?" That pigeon also was shot down. Only one homing pigeon was left: 'Cher Ami'. He was dispatched with a note in a canister on his left leg,
We are along the road parallel to 276.4. Our own artillery is dropping a barrage directly on us. For heaven's sake, stop it!
As Cher Ami tried to fly back home, the Germans saw him rising out of the brush and opened fire and for several minutes, bullets zipped through the air all around him. The men of the Lost Battalion saw Cher Ami tragically shot down, but miraculously, he was airborne again soon. He managed to arrive back at his loft at division headquarters 25 miles to the rear in just 25 minutes, helping to save the lives of the 194 survivors. In this last mission, Cher Ami had delivered the message despite having been shot through the breast, blinded in one eye, covered in blood and with a leg hanging only by a tendon.

Cher Ami had become the hero of the 77th Infantry Division, so army medics worked long and hard to save his life. They were unable to save his leg, so they carved a small wooden one for him. When he recovered enough to travel, the little one-legged hero was put on a boat to the United States, with General John J. Pershing personally seeing Cher Ami off as he departed France.

Upon return to America, Cher Ami became the mascot of the Department of Service. The pigeon was awarded the Croix de Guerre Medal with a palm Oak Leaf Cluster for his heroic service in delivering 12 important messages in Verdun. He died at Fort Monmouth, New Jersey, on June 13, 1919 from the wounds he received in battle and was later inducted into the Racing Pigeon Hall of Fame in 1931. He also received a gold medal from the Organized Bodies of American Racing Pigeon Fanciers in recognition of his extraordinary service during World War I.

Cher Ami was as well known as any human World War I heroes. Cher Ami was later mounted by a taxidermist and donated to the Smithsonian where he is enshrined in the Smithsonian Institution, and is currently on display with Sergeant Stubby in the National Museum of American History's "Price of Freedom" exhibit.
Who are these who fly like a cloud, And like doves to their roosts? (Isa 60:8)
(Wikipedia and other internet sources)


Other 'Heroes' Posts:


Friday, June 17, 2011

Nicki Simpson - My Wife and My Hero (by Stephen Simpson)

Image from Sue Whicker
On July 3rd, 2011 at 6pm, our church will present "A Tribute to America's Heroes."  This special program will honor some specific individuals from our church and community who are truly heroic.  To get us thinking about the heroes in our lives several of our blog authors are writing about their heroes.
I have the unique blessing of being married to my hero.  Nicki Simpson is my hero.  Her examples of sacrifice and perseverance are truly heroic.

Nicki's heroism is most clearly seen in what she has endured for our children.  God has blessed us with four children.  Abigail is four years old.  Esther is two.  We have a son who was born at 15 weeks and is now in heaven.  And, we have another child who is currently growing in Nicki's womb.

Abi, Nicki, & Esi (Christmas 2009)

In each of her pregnancies, Nicki has suffered from Hyperemesis Gravidarum (HG), which is "generally described as unrelenting, excessive pregnancy-related nausea and/or vomiting that prevents adequate intake of food and fluids." (from HER Foundation)  Our pregnancies have included:
  • an abruption which resulted in Abi's premature birth and 12 days in the NICU
  • frequent hospitalizations for dehydration
  • the insertion of a PICC line and TPN treatment
  • costochondritis
  • one prescription after another - none of which did any good

What amazes me is to know that she would endure all of this again for our children.

In spite of all the difficulties and experiences we have been through, Nicki's God-given desire to be a mother has not waned.  God has given her a burning desire to be a mother.  He has also abundantly equipped with the gift of motherhood.  She is an excellent mother to our children.

As I've already mentioned, in God's sovereignty we find ourselves pregnant.  And once again, we are traveling through some unique and challenging experiences. Every day I watch Nicki struggle, I am reminded of the heroic acts she is undergoing in order to bring life to our children.

Nicki is an example to all those who treat motherhood flippantly.  She is an example of one who is willing to make severe sacrifices for another.  Many in our society place little or no value on the unborn child.  The life of Nicki Simpson shouts loudly that the unborn child is to be treasured and preserved at all costs.

So, my wife, Nicki Simpson, is my hero.  I pray that my daughters will grow up to be just like her (minus the sickness).

Other 'Heroes' Posts:

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Pioneer Missionaries: My Heroes (by Jonita Barram)


On July 3rd, 2011 at 6pm, our church will present "A Tribute to America's Heroes."  This special program will honor some specific individuals from our church and community who are truly heroic.  To get us thinking about the heroes in our lives several of our blog authors are writing about their heroes.

Hero = “a man admired for his achievements and noble qualities”; “one that shows great courage”; “an object of extreme admiration and devotion”
  

Stephen Simpson asked those of us who write for this blog to consider writing about our heroes, particularly those we have actually met or known.

I have not met any of my heroes, but I am looking forward to meeting them in Heaven, throwing my arms around them, and telling them how much I appreciate the testimony of their lives.

These heroes are the men and women of three to four generations ago who blazed the trails of Regular Baptist overseas church planting.

Generation T (for Trailblazing)
I work for the General Association of Regular Baptist Churches. One of its ministries is Gospel Literature Services, headed by Chris Hindal. He is also the GARBC’s representative with the International Partnership of Fundamental Baptist Ministries (IPFBM). Every year more church associations join to partner with Christians the world over who share the same beliefs and practices.

Who planted the churches that are now associating locally and partnering internationally? For the most part, it was my heroes.

I Met Them in the Pages of a Book
When I was a teenager, my dad encouraged me to read We Two Alone, the story of Ruth Hege and Irene Ferrel, Baptist Mid-Missions missionaries in the Congo. The two were attacked by Marxist guerrillas in 1964, and Irene was killed. One of the book’s reviewers wrote: 



We Two Alone does not simply retell their personal struggle; it supplies fresh insight into the faith and dedication, the purpose and difficulties, of men and women who serve God under the most demanding conditions on earth today. The commitment to take the Christian Gospel to those in darkness is shown in the day-to-day life of the two women suddenly thrust into the spotlight after years of unheralded devoted service.”
It is interesting that the reviewer mentioned “the most demanding conditions on earth today,” because when Miss Hege and Miss Ferrel were on the field, the conditions truly were demanding.

That’s why “old-time” missionaries are my heroes. They lived and served thousands of miles from home—often hundreds of miles from civilization—without benefit of paved roads and reliable transportation, before the medical advances missionaries today know, before the communication technology we enjoy, and before most of the modern conveniences we take for granted. Some were under supported, and few had the good retirement plans that missions agencies today require.

In my early days at the GARBC home office, I worked on a book titled Not by Might, Nor by Power. It was written by Joyce Metzler Baker, granddaughter of the couple whose story it told: Paul and Etiennette Metzler.

Paul and Etiennette Metzler

I could barely believe all the trauma the Metzlers experienced. Instead of sparing this couple, God allowed them to suffer severe trials. Yet the Metzlers stuck it out, ministering in the heart of Africa for nearly 50 years! Their trials included—but certainly weren’t limited to—sickness, back injury and pain, death of three of their babies, separation from their older children, dangerous travel by sea during WWII, and the daily struggles of poor living conditions. Wow!

These are only four of the missionaries whose biographies I have read or whose stories I have heard. There are countless others, and they all are my heroes!

When the writer of Hebrews penned what is now chapter 12, verses 1 and 2, he mentioned the “great cloud of witnesses” whose lives served as role models and encouragement to him and his audience.  

For me, my heroes—those missionaries of a past era—are a great cloud of witnesses of God’s faithfulness and of the truly important things in life.

“Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God” (Hebrews 12:1, 2, NKJV). 

Monday, June 13, 2011

Not Your Typical Hero (by Lou Gentry)

Image from Sue Whicker
On July 3rd, 2011 at 6pm, our church will present "A Tribute to America's Heroes."  This special program will honor some specific individuals from our church and community who are truly heroic.  To get us thinking about the heroes in our lives several of our blog authors are writing about their heroes.
To look upon her, my heroine was certainly atypical. Lena O’Neil was a woman in her late 60’s or early 70’s when I first met her years ago through a Sunday Class which Nadine and I had joined. It was a couples  class--age range, thirty to forty years--who all had children about the same age, except for this elderly widow. I couldn’t figure out what she was doing in the class even though I had heard her state, “Her place wasn’t with the old folks.” In retrospect, I now understand the Lord put her there for me.

At that time, my personal relationship with the Lord was essentially nonexistent. But for some reason Lena took an instant liking to me. After a few Sundays, she asked me if I had read any books on or was interested in the subject of eschatology. Not knowing what the word meant but not wanting to appear stupid, I replied that I was interested in the subject but hadn’t read a lot about it. That was all the opening she needed! She started supplying me with books, tapes, and inviting me to attend seminars on the subject with her. In turn, I was totally captivated with the subject, just as I had been with my introduction to philosophy in college. But a wonderful thing happened to me! Whereas philosophy had destroyed my faith, God used the study of eschatology to restore me to Him.

How did this restoration take place? First of all, in the study of Scripture. Initially, my studies were primarily limited to those passages which discussed the end-times. But then a second thing happened which had a major impact on my life. Lena introduced me to the teachings and ministry of Dr. D. James Kennedy. His teachings of apologetics caused me to expand my studies beyond that of eschatology. And, thirdly and most importantly, I finally came face to face with the reality that if I accepted what the Bible said about Jesus and really believed Jesus was Who He said He was, then I needed to be obedient to His teachings. In Luke 6:46, Jesus states, “Why do you call me Lord, Lord and do not do what I say?” I sought forgiveness for my doubts, rededicated my life to Him, and made him Lord of my life. And once God knew I was serious about my new commitment, He revealed the true meaning of life to me--to glorify Him!

If the Lord had not sent Lena my way, I don’t know how my life would have turned out. I do know I would have missed a beautiful relationship with my Savior which I have enjoyed for many years. Lena has been in heaven for some time now, and I look forward to seeing my heroine once again.


Other 'Heroes' Posts:


Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Is Our Church a Safe Place for Hurting People?

by Paul Cleveland

I've been listening to several of the workshops from the recent Gospel Coalition conference.  One particularly interesting one was presented by Nancy Guthrie.  Nancy is an author who is intimately acquainted with grieving.  Her books and the Respite Retreats that she and her husband host have proven helpful to many.

In her workshop, Nancy identified 6 Characteristics that Make a Church a Safe Place for Sad People.
  1. It (the church) overcomes the awkwardness to engage.
  2. It makes room for tears and sadness.
  3. It goes deeper than deliverance in prayer.
  4. It gently challenges spiritualism and sentimentalism with Scriptural truth. (28:00)
  5. It anticipates the family pressure points – both in the church family and in the immediate family.
  6. It helps facilitate turning misery into ministry.
Listen to Nancy's entire workshop and ask yourself if your church is a safe place for sad people.

Monday, June 6, 2011

What I Learned from John Piper (by Matthew DelValle)

John Piper at 2011 Ligonier National Conference

I didn’t encounter John Piper until age 16. I had not heard much about Dr. Piper at this point. I remember Pastor Pete had assigned his book Don’t Waste Your Life to some of my older friends for a missions trip, and I remember said friends commenting how the book was too deep and they didn’t understand it at all. But I had not read or listened to Dr. Piper myself.

This all changed when Pastor Bobby assigned Let the Nations Be Glad! to read for the missions trips in 2007. I’ll never forget the opening lines of the book. They are etched into my memory:

Missions is not the ultimate goal of the church. Worship is. Missions exists because worship doesn’t. Worship is ultimate, not missions, because God is ultimate, not man. When this age is over, and the countless millions of the redeemed fall on their faces before the throne of God, missions will be no more. It is a temporary necessity. But worship abides forever.

The main reason why we go out and preach the gospel to all people is not mainly because we don’t want to see people go to hell, but because we want God to be worshiped. That is why God ordains the missionary task. He wants to be worshiped. His glory is not honored, his holiness is not reverenced, his greatness is not admired, his name is not praised, his faithfulness is not trusted, his commandments are not obeyed, his justice is not respected, his wrath is not feared, his grace is not cherished, and his person is not loved. Therefore, missions exists because worship doesn’t.

I grew to love the God-centered worldview of Dr. Piper. Something about his teaching just resonated within me. I had to read more of this man who wrote so convincingly about the supremacy of God’s glory as the center of all things.

Later that year Pastor Bobby again introduced me to another book from Dr. Piper: Desiring God: Meditations of a Christian Hedonist. I found the term “Christian Hedonist” intriguing. I wanted to know what Piper meant by it. I was not disappointed. The thesis of the book is Dr. Piper’s most famous sentence: “God is most glorified in us when we are most satisfied in him.”

Now everything was coming together. Both R.C. Sproul and John Piper had convinced me that the glory of God is the most important thing in the universe. Nothing is more ultimate in the mind of God than the glory of God because nothing is more valuable in the heart of God than the glory of God. But Dr. Piper helped me see another wonderful truth: God’s glory coincides with my joy.

God’s passion for his own glory is the measure of his passion for my joy. If he were to make something else more ultimate than his own glory, he would sell me short. The more God seeks his glory, the more he seeks my happiness in him.

Likewise, the more I pursue God’s glory, the more I pursue my own happiness in God. Nothing can fully satisfy the human heart other than God himself. I was created to enjoy God. “In your presence is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore” (Psalm 16:11). That’s why God actually commands me to enjoy him: “Delight yourself in the Lord” (Psalm 37:4).

The value of the gospel is just as important as the truth of the gospel. Or as Piper himself writes, “The most precious truth in the Bible is that God’s greatest interest is to glorify the wealth of His grace by making sinners happy in Him.” This is indeed a precious truth. I love the gospel more now than before because I love God more now than before.

This is what John Piper taught me. I am eternally grateful to God for raising up this pastor and teacher to build up the body of Christ. I thank God for what he has accomplished in my life through this man’s teaching (cf. Romans 15:18). It is a wonderful truth that God indeed is most glorified in me when I am most satisfied in him. God gets the glory; I get the grace. He is honored; I am happy. Praise the Lord!

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Friday, June 3, 2011

You're Never Too Old (by Jonita Barram)



On June 9, my father, John Barram, will turn 81. He will turn 81 in Santiago, Chile. He’s not on vacation. He’s not visiting a family member or a missionary—he’s being a missionary.

You Don't Have to Be a Pastor to Be a Missionary
My dad was never a pastor or a church planter. But after he retired from the USAF in 1972, he and my mother, Lolita, went to Fortaleza, Brazil, to be dorm parents.

A few years earlier, my dad was stationed in Okinawa. He and my mom took opportunities to visit nearby countries, including the Philippines. While they were in the Philippines, they discovered two things: An elderly missionary was delaying retirement to stay and run a guesthouse, and (2) church-planting missionaries were sometimes diverted from the priority of starting churches to serve in other areas, such as parenting kids in a dorm and doing outreach on college campuses—things that non-preaching Christians could do. God used that trip to lead my parents into missions.

They thought they would return to the Philippines, but as they sought the Lord’s will, He closed that door and opened another one. The Association of Baptists for World Evangelism missionaries in northeast Brazil who wanted to send their children to Fortaleza Academy (FA) needed dorm parents for their kids.

John substituted one year as the boys’ basketball coach.

Fortaleza, He We Come!
My parents went, arriving in 1974, for a “short” term that lasted three years. They did not speak Portuguese and had no time to study it in school. Immediately they were immersed in starting and running the dorm, known as the Wee House. (Baptist Mid-Missions’ dorm was the Big House, and the Conservative Baptists’ dorm was the High Home.) That year, a retired couple known as Grandpa and Grandma Gripp were ministering at FA. Grandma Gripp taught art, and Grandpa Gripp was a beloved gofer.

One of the girls John coached wrote this on his Facebook page
when she learned he was going to Chile: “Hey Uncle John - I
wanted you to know you were my favorite Bible teacher
at FA and a fantastic coach!”

My parents returned to the States in 1977, went through candidate school, and became full-time missionaries. They returned to Brazil for the 1978–79 school year, and served another five years (with one more furlough).

A Change of Life and Pace and Place
They came home with my younger sister, Lori, who attended Cedarville College. My dad went to school with her, even taking the same class or two. He’s very proud of acing a course that she struggled with (and she was an intelligent child who started our first school year in Brazil in the fifth grade and ended it in the sixth). My dad took a variety of courses so he would be knowledgeable enough to teach a variety of classes if needed.

From Cedarville, the Lord led my folks to Lisbon, Portugal, where they helped start the Greater Lisbon Christian Academy. My father was the principal and taught various classes. My mother served as librarian and choir leader.

Snowbirds in Reverse
When my parents retired from ABWE and moved to Lakeland, they spent their summers running the store (aka Snack Shack) at Camp Patmos, Kelleys Island, Ohio. Our extended family enjoyed a week of family camp there one summer and were planning another one for the summer of 2002, but God had other plans.

In January of that year, my mother became paralyzed from the chest down due to a rare physical occurrence. She continued ministering by praying for others and sending encouragement cards. My dad continued his ministry with the senior adults in their church. Then, in October 2009, the Lord called my mother Home.

Okay, I'll Go
One day this past February, my dad received an e-mail saying that the Santiago Christian Academy in Chile needed a short-term teacher to cover US history and world geography—courses my dad has taught and enjoyed. He began praying about whether God would want him to go.

When he arrived in Santiago on February 26, missionaries Doug and Sharon Kreeger, from his church in Lakeland, met him at the airport and got him settled. Missionaries Mark and Jenn Rubin invited him for a meal his first Friday, and have further befriended him. Jenn says:
“Your dad is an incredible man! We are honored that he has come to help our school, and my husband and I love listening to his stories and hearing how God has used him. We respect him so much for being willing to serve at his age!” 
Steve and Leslie Schneider have been a blessing too, as Leslie takes my dad grocery shopping. She says:
“He is a very good friend and will be greatly missed when he goes back to the States after the semester is over. I pray that his life example and testimony will have a great impact on many, to the glory of God!”

Missionary Leslie Schneider says that John “has really served here
with joy and enthusiasm!” Here is his 8th/9th U.S. history
class at Santiago Christian Academy.

My dad got a surprise when he arrived at the school: he was scheduled to teach world history, a course he had never taught before. He struggled with that class and asked that someone else teach it, which the school administrator is now doing. In spite of dropping one class, my dad spends most of his free time preparing lesson plans and lessons.

My dad has some age-related issues that make teaching junior-high and high-school students more of a challenge than normal. The biggest one is his hearing (or should I say, lack of hearing). The Santiago school is also more structured than the schools in Brazil and Portugal, which means more adjustments for him. And perhaps the biggest difference is that he is there without my mom (or another wife). “Bach’ing it” may have some advantages, but it can be lonely too, although my dad hasn’t complained.

Another adjustment is his students. In both Brazil and Portugal the majority of his students were missionary kids, but SCA has a number of students whose parents are not missionaries. In fact, many are not American either, and English is not their first, or even their second, language.

You're Never Too Old
You could say my dad has a lot of strikes against him. On paper, he doesn’t look like a good candidate for short-term missions work, yet God led him and is using him in Chile. Several of my friends have said they hope they will still be as actively serving the Lord when they’re his age.

God leads few octogenarians to go to a strange country with a language they don’t speak. That’s not really the point. I am proud that my father was willing to go and that it wasn’t just talk. He replied to the e-mail. He found out if he could be used. And when the answer was yes, he went.

Robert T. Ketcham said:
“Our churches are full of men and women who are saying, ‘I can’t’ in the face of God-given responsibilities. Thousands of these dear ones would be the most surprised individuals in the world to discover that they can do that which He asks them to do. They will never make this glorious discovery until they make the first effort of obedience” (God’s Provision for Normal Christian Living).

You’re never too old to do what God burdens your heart to do.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Meet the Balsleys (by Jonita Barram)

(Allen and Ellen are ready for the senior prom)

Allen Balsley was born and grew up in North Liberty, Ind. Ellen was born in Royalton, Ky., and moved to Michigan at age six. During her junior high years, her family moved to Indiana, where she and Allen met.

Falling in Love over Spin-the-Bottle
Because she lived two miles outside town, Ellen attended Green Township High School, while Allen went to North Liberty High. In Ellen’s junior year (1951), she gave a birthday party for her cousin. Allen and his cousin were among the guests. This was their first meeting. Ellen says, “We had fun playing spin-the-bottle, and that was the beginning of our relationship. Also, we both liked to roller-skate, and we went skating many times.”

After Ellen’s senior class trip in May 1952, Allen met her at the bus. She says, “We went for a ride in his ’50 blue Studebaker convertible, and he proposed and gave me an engagement ring.” They were married August 31, 1952, and went to Lookout Mountain, Tenn., on their honeymoon.
   

Allen had always worked in whatever business his dad was in, first, owning a restaurant and then an appliance store. Allen and Ellen lived in a house across the street from his parents. When they were expecting their first child, Allen was called into the army. They drove to Stockton, Calif., where he was stationed at a large supply depot. Angela, their oldest daughter, was born there. When Allen’s tour of duty was up, the family returned
to Indiana.

(Allen and Ellen Balsley were married on August 31, 1952)
Ellen says, “After we were home a few months, we found out we were expecting our second daughter, Connie. Four years later we had Kristi. Eighteen months later we had our first son, Keith.”

A Wonderful, Marvelous, Tremendous Life in Christ
Right before Keith was born, Allen’s grandparents asked him and Ellen to take them to an evening service at a church in South Bend. Although they thought it was “really ridiculous” to drive 20 miles to church when there were so many closer churches, Ellen says, “We took them because they were wonderful grandparents and didn’t ask us to do anything for them ever, and we wanted to help them out.”

At Allen’s grandparents’ Grace Brethren church, Ellen heard the gospel for the first time. Allen had heard it before—when he was in the army, first during a chapel service at Ft. Campbell, Ky., and again in California. He says, “I was convicted about my situation. I knew I was lost. I was convicted about accepting Christ and just didn’t do it.”

But after their first service in his grandparents’ church, Allen told Ellen on their way home, “I could have gone forward and accepted Christ. I feel like I should.” She said she felt the same way.

Two weeks later his grandparents asked Allen and Ellen to take them to church again. So they did. This time, they responded to the gospel, went forward, and accepted Jesus Christ as their Savior. Ellen says, “It has been a wonderful, marvelous, tremendous life in Christ.”

They left their old liberal church and started going to the church in South Bend, where they were also baptized. “We started our life together in Christ, started having family devotions, and all—it changed our family. We stayed there in that church until the Lord called us to help start a church in our hometown,” says Allen.

In the meantime, the Lord was working in their hearts to accept the call into full-time vocational service. After they went forward, saying, “We want to go serve the Lord full-time,” they were instructed about what to do. They met with the president of Grand Rapids Baptist College and Seminary, who said, “You must have some training if you want to go into full-time service for the Lord.”

But Allen didn’t want to go to college. “I was 35 years old. I didn’t feel like I could,” he says. But God kept after him. “I came to the place where I left the appliance business and we went up to Grand Rapids Baptist.”

Allen says: “God took care of us while I was going to school. I didn’t know where the money was coming from, but it came. We were thrilled with the way God met our needs. The Scripture says, ‘Faithful is he that calleth you, who also will do it’ [1 Thessalonians 5:24]. And it had to be that way with us. We went through school there four years.” Their oldest, Angie, graduated from high school the year Allen finished college in 1973. The other children were 15, 11, and 10.
   
(From l. to r. Connie, Allen, Ellen, Kristi, Keith, and Angie Balsley)

From college they went to a church in Pompano Beach, Fla., where they served for 10 years. The church paid them $75 a week. Yet they put two kids in Christian school during that time. God had met their needs in college, and they felt He would meet their needs in Pompano Beach too, and He did.

When the Balsleys came to a church in the Lakeland area, the church could pay them only $200 a week, and they still had their younger two kids at home, plus they were making two house payments. They didn’t know how God would meet their needs. Allen says, “God has brought us several times down to that narrow way of having to trust Him. And He supplied that need.”

God has continued to supply for them in retirement. Allen says, “We’re living on faith now.”
(Pastor & Mrs. Balsley circa 1998)

When asked what he enjoyed best about pastoring, Allen replies: “My favorite part of pastoring would be loving, helping, counseling, preaching the Word, and loving the people. That’s where it’s at.” Ellen gives a similar response about being a pastor’s wife: “The best part was loving the people. Being a part of their lives, being able to show hospitality in my home, being able to make hospital calls, and being an encouragement to the people is just my very favorite thing to do. What a high privilege it is to be used of God to be there for  people, to listen to their problems, to show them love.”

Here at Faith, Ellen works in Awana Guards, something she always wanted to do but didn’t get to do before. She is also active in the Triple Cord Ladies’ Sunday School class (aka Helen VanHorn’s class), where she is able to teach from time-to-time. She uses some of her pastor’s-wife experience when she and Carla Gaswint visit shut-ins and hospital patients. She says, “We live far apart, so it’s hard to make it a routine. We want
to make it a monthly thing if possible.”

Allen is a men’s prayer group leader. His group meets once during the month to pray during a church service. He and the other leaders also meet every Wednesday night for prayer and a devotional. Allen says, “Mostly what I like about being at Faith is hearing the Word and being strengthened by the Word of God and then being able to help others.”

They both could do a lot more of what they love if they lived closer to the church. Right now they drive 16 miles one way (about 25–30 minutes) to get to church. Allen says, “We’re planning to move over to Winter Haven close to the church and trusting God in the matter of selling the house in Lakeland and moving over here.”

So far, the Lord has closed the door to the sale of their home in the Colonnades in Lakeland. The Balsleys have asked the church to pray that their home will sell so they can move to Winter Haven and minister to more people at and through our church.