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Teach Me to Pray

Teach us to pray.

Jesus’ followers asked him in the gospels to teach them to pray. And as we begin our study on prayer our key thought is: Lord teach us to pray. When I was a little girl we memorized the Lord’s Prayer. It is a very familiar prayer. If you haven’t memorized it yet start working on it today. Place a copy beside your bathroom mirror and soon you will know it by heart.

We find the Lord’s Prayer in Matthew 6:9-13 and Luke 11:1-4.

Let’s read Matthew 6:9 first.

Names of God.

Think of all the names of God you can think of and write them down. I did this on the whiteboard as a class activity. Here is a start:

Father

Provider

Eternal God

I AM

The Lord is Peace

Faithful

Lord of Lords

Great God

Lord Almighty

The God of Heaven

As we speak or pray each of these names we can add why this is true. Because he has provided us with all good things we can with assurance say to God you are provider.  Think of things God has provided you with and acknowledge his provision.

Which name of God do you use the most? How do you think of God?

I think of God as a Father the most. Probably because of some childhood insecurities thinking of God as a father this has meant a lot to me. Read Matthew 7:9-11. How does looking at God in this way make you feel?

Read Matthew 6:10-11

God’s will be done.

Think of specific areas of your life that you would like God to work his will in. Maybe you will want to write them down. As you write them down and remember to think of specific areas.

Give us today our daily bread. I have probably never felt closer to God than when I was depending on him for my daily food. It is obvious that God provides for all of our needs but sometimes we think we do. So, remember today to thank him for your food and ask him to bless those who are enduring the hungry season.

Read Matthew 6:12

Forgiveness.

The keyword in this passage is AS. Forgiving those who have sinned against us is not easy. When I read forgive as I have been forgiven it is easier to focus on the person who has wronged me instead of how I have wronged someone else or how I have been forgiven. Is there someone you need to forgive? The ask God for the strength to forgive. Ask God to show you the things you have done wrong and ask forgiveness for those as well.  Because when I realize I need forgiveness it is easier to forgive.

Read Matthew 6:13

Temptation.

My constant prayer through the years has been for God to keep us from the evil one, especially my children. As you pray this part of the prayer you might want to share areas of temptation and ask for God’s protection and deliverance from those things. The evil one is prowling about seeking someone to devour.

Praying the parts.

In Jennifer Gerhart’s book Prayer, In Practice, she divides the Lord’s Prayer into five steps and calls it Praying the Parts. This is the beginning.

Praise

Purpose

Provision

Pardon

Protection

 

Resources for this lesson:

Bible

Prayer, In Practice by Jennifer Gerhardt

60 Minutes of Prayer-The Lord’s Prayer

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Prayer is a Big Topic!

Prayer is a big topic!
My necklace reminds me to pray.

 Prayer is a big topic! On January 28, 2019, Maria and I met for dinner. Maria and I have attended church together for 3 years. We had been in some Bible classes together and I knew that her heart and passion for God were real. I wanted to get to know her and more about her walk with God.

I asked Maria if she would help me teach a study on prayer. Not just a study, but an actual study and practice of prayer. We both agreed we should do a class on prayer.

Prayer is a Vast Topic

I quickly realized how overwhelming this subject might become. Have I mentioned prayer is a big topic? We brainstormed as we ate and shared our life and experiences. Keeping notes of thoughts and ideas we might want to cover. We had to narrow down our study somehow.

The Bible has a lot to say about prayer! So prayer indeed is a big topic. Looking through my books I found a lot of resources that I already had on hand. Friends shared with me their lessons and thoughts on prayer (Thank you, Nancy!). I checked out library books on prayer, did a scripture word search on prayer, studied the prayers prayed in the Bible. I listened to podcasts and audio lessons from Lipscomb’s Summer Celebration by Chris Altrock on the prayer of Samuel. These were fantastic. 

Timing

Maria and I thought we would begin this class in the very next quarter. Did this happen? No. There were many delays. We both have children. With graduations, weddings, children leaving for college, and moving we had a full year. Add to that my husband, 16-year-old daughter and I spent a month teaching in Malawi. Returning from Malawi I found out we were signed up to begin the study in November! WOW! 

Planning

Maria and I met several times, studied, prayed together, and planned for this study. In my mind, back in January of 2019, Maria and I had a vision. We envisioned each of us stretching, getting out of our comfort zone, learning and growing, praying more, and seeing answered prayers. Did our class turn out to be what we had envisioned? Not exactly! Did those things happen? Yes. So we took an idea and some plans and God made something out of it.

Some Things I Learned

As I studied and prepared for this class I quickly realized I was learning the most. I learned that Satan will work hard to prevent his people from praying. I am involved in spiritual warfare. If you don’t believe it, teach a class on prayer!

Every day is filled with distractions. It is important to slow down and learn to listen to God. One of the thrilling things for me was to relearn the value of prayer journaling, keeping my prayer list updated moment by moment as people ask me to pray or as needs are brought to my attention. This has become such a blessing as time reveals the ways God is answering my daily prayers.

We have many opportunities to pray for and with people, let’s not miss them. We all feel we have a lot to learn about prayer. No one feels they have quite figured it out. Praying get’s easier the more we do it. To pray is simple. Just pray.

Yes, studying different aspects of prayer was good for me. Studying the postures of prayer mentioned in scripture helped me to learn about my prayers and how they reflect my life. Reading the prayers in scripture taught me a lot about the people in the scriptures, their situations, determination, and confidence in God. 

Yes, prayer is a big topic but the most important thing is to spend time talking with your heavenly Father!

Make the most of your opportunities to pray. God is the answer to my needs and yours!

Now I pray in the name of Jesus Christ that you will be encouraged to spend more time with God. Prayer matters. God loves you and longs to talk with you and have you talk with him. Amen.

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Gratitude – Redding Formal

Gratitude
2019 Redding Formal
Gratitude
2018 Redding Formal

Gratitude. My heart overflows. The more our family grows it gets harder for us to all get together at the same time. I am thankful to Gabriel who started the Redding Formal tradition. This last weekend was the Second Annual Redding Formal. Solar Punk was the theme. I am not sure I really understood the theme but I did dress a little more colorful than usual.

What mom doesn’t like to have all of her children together for a beautiful event? I am thankful that each of our children, their mates, and children were all able to be there.

We had before dinner speeches, and strange (non-alcoholic) drink combinations, ate crickets, told stories, and shared our year. We had a  delicious catered dinner of baked chicken, red potatoes, green beans, caesar salad, and rolls. Dipping dots and ice cream with peanut butter was our offerings for dessert.

This time of year I think brings our hearts closer to family and a great sense of gratitude for all God has done in our lives. I especially have so much to be thankful for and in reality, we all do.

I want to do better about expressing gratitude even after the immediate events have passed.

Today I tried a new online company source for cards and invitations. I have used several of these sources through the years and was thrilled to be invited to try this one. I explored the website and found several useful products. It was easy to use and to personalize. I love the little envelopes you can choose for your cards too! So check out:  https://www.paperlesspost.com/

 

 

 

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Update after Malawi

My heart is so full! How could I begin to put on paper what my heart has experienced this last couple of months?

When I returned after being in Malawi for a month, I hit the road. My overflowing heart shared news and greetings from our Christian family in Malawi. I hope to express my deep appreciation for all who shared in our work. My heart is still so full of the beautiful people, Bible studies, new Christians and great needs that I witnessed. I thought I would be able to put into words my second trip to Malawi but I know they will not convey what I have experienced. I must try. Be patient with me.

This year we spent a month in Malawi.

Below lists some of the things we did. I am sure it cannot possibly be all that we did while there. There is just too much nor can it convey the joy that I experienced among people who have so little of this world’s possessions.

Prison Ministry

We visited prisons at Ntcheu, Domasi, Mzimba, Maula, and Kachere. It was wonderful to get a report from the chaplains that our people are doing a great work. They are always there. The inmates who studied WBS were not repeat offenders. Not the case with others. When we give them hygiene gifts, the inmates know they are not forgotten.

It was nice to be remembered by those we met before and those who had become Christians last year. It was great to see them active in their faith. They were excited to receive more teaching. Many obeyed the Gospel. We met some new students and signed up new ones. We did teaching and preaching in the prisons as well as delivering soap and toothbrushes.

Ntcheu

We were able to teach men and women at Ntcheu again this year. There was only one female inmate. Last year two female inmates and two female guards obeyed the gospel, as well as seven men. This one remaining female was very excited to see us again and receive a Bible. She and the guards were doing well. She is learning to sew with instruction from the guards. We gave her a piece of fabric to help her along.

There were 21 baptisms at Ntcheu. Because of the lack of water, the inmates have to go outside the gate to haul some in.

Mzimba

Our new sister Cecilia and the Chaplain Peter wanted to provide a meal for us so we spent one evening visiting them at Cecilia’s home. The Chaplain escorted us to the  officers quarters and on our return. We also found out Cecilia has adopted her niece. Many have adopted orphans in Malawi. Her son is away at University.

We made two trips to Mzimba

Soap and toothbrushes distributed.

Bible teaching to the men and women two days.

Baptisms 18. Mzimba has over 100 members of the church in this prison. I was happy to see the spirit among the members with their new brothers. It was also a bit easier to do baptisms in that there are two wells on the prison grounds.

We did a sewing lesson with Mzimba prison ladies and gave them small sewing kits to repair their own clothing. These $1 kits were greatly prized.

Visiting  Muya Tembo

We went to Muya Tembo’s (one of our prison ministers) new place and spent some time waiting in his neighborhood while our tire was repaired. His living conditions are very simple. There is no indoor plumbing, and cooking is done outside over an open fire. There is a well in the area. We only heard great things about Muya’s work. We also witnessed first hand how he went and talked with the neighbors as they gathered around to see the drone as we waited for the tire to be repaired. He also gave them some Bible materials and over heard questions being asked. We were able to give Muya’s daughters and friends hygiene bags as well.

Cecilia attended church with us at Makari where my husband, Lawrence preached and after church my daughter Esther and I both taught the ladies. There was one baptism. It was nice to see that they also have teaching for children at this congregation. This was our first visit to Makari but somehow a bookmark made by the ladies day group at church last year found it’s way all the way out to this far out village and was hung from the ceiling as a decoration.

Domasi

The OC Officer in Charge, Eunice wanted to meet with us. She was pleased to receive a Bible and surprised to find out she was mentioned in the Bible. We were able to share the story of Eunice in the Bible, and she encouraged us to continue the great work with this prison. 

We gave hygiene bags to Domasi prison which had all new female inmates but one. They had heard that there was a lady there last year who brought these and they were really hoping I would come again. Unfortunately, the first visit I did not have any with me. I was not scheduled for a second visit so I told them they must pray. And it became necessary to make a return trip to that area for a totally separate reason. They were very happy that God allowed the second visit. We were also able to give our one remaining student from last year a Bible. We taught them and also started them on WBS courses. Two visits to Domasi.

We gave soap and toothbrushes.

Lawrence preached to over 300 male inmates,  Penjoni a local WBS worker and preacher also gave a message and then while we were waiting for them to fetch water for the baptisms one of the christian brothers who is an inmate gave a lesson. There is a baptistry on the grounds but it’s water had been used by someone doing laundry. So 14 guys took 5 gallon buckets down the road for water to fill the baptistry. There were 24 baptisms at Domasi our first day visiting there. Peter Masters one of the Orrs Sellers preaching school students went with us and did the baptisms.

Ntaja Village

We made a long trek to Ntaja Village. We followed up with some who had requested to be baptized before their release from Domasi prison and had not been allowed. 5 obeyed the gospel. They are in a village surrounded by Muslims. They have been followed up with, given Bibles, and introduced to the local church which is 6 km away. We had a series of car problems and this was one of those trips we broke down. I thought we might have to stay in the village that night. But alas we were on our way and broke down again. We eventually reached our lodging very late. Our hosts said they had been praying for us.

Kachere

Kachere is the juvenile prison in Lilongwe, with 18-22 year old males. We met with the officer in charge Mary. We had met her last year and she had wanted a pink Bible like mine so I was able to give her one. Our friend and minister Watson has been taking care of this prison and their WBS lessons. There is much work to do here.

Bibles

Everywhere we go people long for Bibles. This really touched my heart; I was embarrassed to own 26+ Bibles. We spent $738 on Bibles to give to our students. We were able to give some English Bibles we brought with us as well. After some searching we were able to purchase a Shona Bible and delivered it to a sister (I taught last year). She will be released to go home to Kenya soon. She was beyond happy to receive a Bible and a visit. It was wonderful to see her looking healthy. Last year she was very ill when I was here. I met her at Mzimba prison but this year I visited her at the Maula prison.

TWO Sewing Co-ops Established

We were able to purchase three sewing machines and set up two sewing co-ops. One in Biriwiri and one in Ntcheu. We set them up with enough supplies to get them started and encouraged them to reinvest in their business. They are working together several days a week to further their sewing skills. Some seem to be doing well from the reports we get and some are taking longer to catch on to the skill of sewing. The Ntcheu Co-op  has two sisters teaching them. The Biriwiri Co-op has a local tailor teaching them. These ladies are all very excited about the new skills they are learning. We hope to set up more in the future and also to hold a business workshop in their area. This is very important work. They have so little opportunities to make a living.

Churches

We taught at a few Gospel meetings and church services (Lawrence and Eddie)and Esther and Reda taught at some ladies’ days while we were there. We were reunited with those we met last year and some who had become Christians.

Baleni village (7baptisms), Chinyamula village (1), Mdeka church of Christ (2), Makari church of Christ (1)

WBS School students

We went to some villages even though most of our work revolves around the prison ministry. We visited students we had come in contact with through the schools. And met one in the market place as well.

Children’s Tutorial Centers

We visited two tutorials even though school was not in session yet. It was to begin the next week. They came and recited for us and greeted us. We were able to give the teachers from three tutorials supplies and teaching materials. 37% of the children in Malawi are malnourished. Our plan is to re-establish a nutrition program in these schools. Betty Melcher (my mom) provided 40 sets of clothing (uniforms) to one of the tutorials. My mother made these sweet little skirts and shorts.

Preachers and Teachers Meetings

Met with all of the present and perhaps past preachers and also the tutorial center’s teachers to fellowship and share news and experiences.

Ntcheu Hospital

Visited with sisters in Christ. Gave 20+ hats to babies, baby blankets, and hygiene bags to new mothers in the name of Christ. Unbelievable hospital conditions. They have 20 births a day.

Hygiene Bags

We were able to give out 50 hygiene bags. On one occasion we hosted 20+ school girls at our guest house. We shared a time of fellowship, no bake cookies, crafts, and hygiene bags. Receiving these gifts thrilled the girls.

Water Wells

We visited several areas last year and this year that were in need of a closer water supply. Even though there are many needs we decided to focus this year’s walk for water on Milala community because it would have the largest impact. 280 families will have a changed life because of this. Children will be able to be in school more, Better hygiene, less illness, etc. We were part of a Walk 4 Water this last Saturday which raised enough money to drill a well in this community!!! Now we are trying to raise funds to host an Agricultural workshop in this same community.

Milala village

Oh the stories of dirty water, giant spiders, living without running water, cooking over an open fire, killing and dressing chicken for dinner, etc. There is so much more but I just couldn’t wait any longer to share some of my journey.  If you have questions please ask.

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Easy Homemade biscuits

Homemade Biscuits
Homemade biscuits
Homemade biscuits
Homemade biscuits

This morning I woke up early. I decided I wanted to make breakfast for the two kiddos I still have at home. (How did this ever happen that I only have two kids at home?) When I had a house full of kids my biscuit making always started with 8 cups of flour!

We are packing to move and to go on a month long mission trip.  I have been trying to use our perishables before we go. Today I took a little extra time and carefully worked the butter into the flour mixture and it was well worth the effort. On busier days I confess I take the lazy way out and do a quick drop biscuit. These turned out so well that I think this will be my regular biscuit recipe for awhile for the small batch and they were really easy to make actually.

2 Cups of all-purpose flour

1 Tablespoon baking powder

1 teaspoon salt

6 Tablespoons of chilled butter

3/4 cup of milk

 

Preheat your oven 425°. Combine the dry ingredients and then cut the butter into small pieces and then work it into the flour until the butter pieces are pea size or smaller. I do this with my hands, you can use a pastry blender or two forks if you wish. After this is done quickly add the milk without over stirring and then knead for a few minutes until smooth (not too much). Then pat out the dough and cut out with a biscuit cutter. Mine is already packed so I used this small square Rubbermade container which is probably used for salad dressing. I placed each cut biscuit into my iron skillet. Placed the skillet in the hot oven for about 12 minutes or until done. These were very good with boysenberry jam.
While the biscuits were cooking I scrambled a few eggs. Just a simple breakfast but still really good. Even with only two kids at home I turned around and the skillet was empty.
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Picking Cotton – Cotton Patch

When cotton blooms fall off the plants, little leafy squares form, and they, in turn, grow into egg-shaped green bolls that hold the tight, wet cotton fibers inside. As the bolls mature, the hot sun performs one of nature’s wondrous works. The wet cotton inside its neat little package gradually dries out, becoming fluffier and fluffier until it bursts the shell and pops out into long white strands. In the days of manual labor, a field was ready for the first picking when about one-third to one-half of the bolls were open.

The main piece of equipment for a cotton picker was a long sack made of heavy ducking or canvas material. For the adults, there were sacks six to seven feet long, and for the younger ones, the sacks were three to five feet long. Each sack had a strap that went around one side of the neck and under the opposite arm. The opening hung loosely under the arm to make it accessible for receiving the handfuls of cotton. One might choose to wear gloves and knee pads, but long sleeved shirts and wide-brimmed hats were necessities.

Hats offered protection from the hot sun and the long sleeves helped protect the arms from scrapes and scratches from rough stalks, briars and sharp points of the drying out bolls. The long sleeves might also protect one against an unseen “stinging worm”, a vicious little critter that was the same shade of green as the leaves on which they liked to hide. These worms were two to three inches long and had many hair-like stingers, each of which was capable of raising a red whelp on one’s skin. I don’t recall being stung many times, but the dread of being stung was part of the job.

I have no memories of my mother picking cotton, but I have been told that she would set me on her cotton sack and pull me along as she picked her way down the rows. It was a rather common sight to see parents or older siblings pulling a young child on the sack. Sometimes it was for entertainment, but often it was out of necessity.

When the cotton is white and fluffy in the bolls, it needs to be picked before the rain can beat down upon it and ruin it, so every available hand in the family was expected to help. Often farmers needed extra hands and would pay between 75 cents and $2.25 per hundred pounds of picked cotton. My average day was in the range of 100 to 150 pounds, which at $2.00 per hundred would make my day’s wages come to only 2 or 3 dollars! Today that sounds outrageous, but remember, one could buy a coke, a candy bar or a package of gum for a nickel in those days.

I had an elderly aunt who picked an unbelievable amount of cotton in a day’s time. I want to say that she could pick in excess of 500 pounds, but I was so impressed that my memory may have embellished the number a little. I was young and able-bodied and could barely pick 150 pounds, and here was this frail-bodied woman who could pick three to four times as much as I could. It was incredible, but it was not nearly as humiliating as the fact that my brother, who is three years younger than I, always beat me by weighing out about 200 pounds a day. That ought not to be.

One day I was determined to pick 200 pounds, and I worked relentlessly to reach that goal. We were working for a gentle, easy-going uncle, who continued to encourage me during the day. At the last weigh-in, the scales balanced at the right spot and I was elated. I had reached my goal but I was too tired to look forward to the County Fair that we had planned to attend that night.

Bathing must have been minimal that evening in preparation for the fair because I remember walking among all the jovial people knowing that my hair was stringy and dirty and that my face was sunburned. I was too tired to do much, and I had worked so hard for my money I didn’t want to let go of it. I had learned an important lesson in the real cost of things.

I have no particular memories of picking 200 pounds ever again. Characteristically, I have worked more slowly than other people with whom I have worked side by side in many situations. While this could have been interpreted as laziness, it was not my intention.

Having to work hard for one’s spending money is probably the quickest way of learning the value of money and what it costs to have the things we desire. Our values or priorities can change when faced with the reality of earning our way.

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The Power of One Person – Holocaust Museum

HOLOCAUST MUSEUM AND LEARNING CENTER 

ST. LOUIS, MISSOURI

My husband has a doctor in St. Louis, Dr. Simon Yu. Recently he had a lengthy visit with a procedure.  After our lunch break  I had two hours to spend in St. Louis. I decided to Google things to do near me and Google came through with several suggestions.  I found the Holocaust Museum was in walking distance of Dr. Yu’s office.  My youngest daughter and I went to the Museum. She was a bit reluctant. I feel like it is important for us to study the Holocaust and other times in history even though it is uncomfortable and unpleasant at times.

Fear

As we neared the entrance to the building I noticed a sign near the door about new security features. Isn’t it sad that we still have to fear those who will enter our doors to mistreat or kill us? They let us enter and were very gracious and appreciative of our coming to the museum.

How the Museum Came to Be

Our first stop told how the museum came to be. The museum was in memory of Gloria M. Goldstein who’s husband had made great contributions to establish the museum.. In 1977 a Center for Holocaust studies was established as a living memorial to the 6 million Jews who perished in the Holocaust. Many Jews had settled in this area during and after the war.

According to the brochure, “Provocative speakers drew Holocaust survivors who had settled in the St. Louis area. They were invited to share their oral history and experiences with schools, churches, and other organizations. They became the teachers and as they shared their stories people listened, asked questions and learned the horrific lessons of the Holocaust. The Oral History project enabled the center to interview and preserve the testimonies of the survivors, liberators of Nazi concentration camps, non-Jews and all those who were impacted by World War II.”

We chose to do the self guided tour although there are guided tours available. We found out that all of the artifacts had a direct connection to people in St. Louis. As we walked through the exhibit we stopped to watch footage, read exhibits, and look at artifacts and photos from World War II and the concentration camps. No one was laughing and talking as they visited this museum.

Estimated 11 Million Lost Lives

Over 6 million Jews lost their lives as they were targeted by Hitler’s genocide. We learned that many non-Jews, maybe as many as 5 million also lost their lives. We learned about the different Star designations that betrayed obvious prejudice and hatred. The horror of women being ripped from their families, having their heads shaved and all their possessions taken, even family photos. They were allowed to keep their shoes. There were so many little details that my study of WWII in the past had omitted.

The Power of One Person

One part of the display stands out to me and that is the power of one person. Individuals who chose to risk their lives to care, defend and save the lives of others while risking their own lives. Stories of those who had hidden children and families to rescue them and help them escape death. One lady is thought to have rescued thousands of children. I am fascinated with these stories and I hope that I would have been willing to risk my life if I had lived during this time period!

Make A Difference in Your World

Regardless of what your government or anyone else does you can still do right. You can still make a huge difference in the world. Impacting one life is a beautiful thing. Don’t let this kind of horror happen again. Go out and make your world a better place. Be the change you want to see in the world!

God Bless You!  

Reda

Mural at the Holocaust Museum - St. Louis
Mural at the Holocaust Museum – St. Louis
Reda and Esther visit the Holocaust Museum
Reda and Esther visit the Holocaust Museum

Visit:

Holocaust Museum and Learning Center

12 Millstone Campus Dr, St. Louis, MO 63146 

(314) 442-3711

According to the website the museum is open Monday through Thursday 9:30 a.m. to 4:30 p.m., Friday 9:30 a.m. to 4 p.m., and Sunday 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. Docent-led tours by appointment. The museum is a department of Jewish Federation of St. Louis. Fran Poger is Chairperson.

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Camping at Savage Gulf

A new adventure! Friday morning I left home with a group of 14 (10 teens and 4 adults) from church to travel 93 miles to Savage Gulf State Natural Area. We set up our camp at # 4 Group site. With hammocks hung and tents assembled we were ready for some fun before dinner.

Some of us decided to explore the falls while some stayed behind to play games. The hike to the falls started at the Ranger station. About 300 yards from our campsite was the Ranger station, so we had an easy time of it! It was 1.5 mile hike to the falls from the Ranger station.  One plus to having the Ranger station nearby was that it has flushable toilets!

We crossed two suspension bridges on our way to the falls which were really cool. The hike was fairly easy. It was very humid but as we neared the falls the air got cooler and cooler. There were pools that ran over huge rocks. The kids stopped and climbed down the rocks to play in the pools.

Peeking through some giant honeysuckles I could see the pool but not the falls. We stood on the top of the giant rocks and looked over into a larger pool. I walked on down the path to the bottom of the falls where the water cascaded over the rocks from above and dropped into a beautiful pool surrounded by natural rock walls.  As I was watching my son climbed around on the giant rocks surrounding the pool. It was beautiful! It was a fun place to climb around. Then I climbed back up the steps. Those steps were the hardest part of the hike for me. Getting my breath I started the 1.5 mile hike back to camp.

The next morning we decided to leave camp at 8 am to hike to the falls again with our whole group. It was actually much more humid than the evening before. Trees which must have blown over in the recent storms were uprooted and fallen along the path. A deer silently watched us from amid the trees. Crossing the suspension bridges took a bit longer with a larger group. We crossed two at a time stopping in the middle to look at the stream before stepping on to the end. When we had all crossed we continued on down the trail toward the falls.

No one was in sight when we arrived at the falls. It was very still and beautiful. The pool was shadowed because of the time of day but soon the sun reached us from between the high canopy of trees. Everyone decided to go swimming. There are too many huge rocks beneath the surface to allow jumping or diving but there were plenty of places to swim and play in the water. The group had a great time climbing around and standing beneath the water fall to get a shower. We explored the rocks and swam for a couple of hours and then headed toward our campsite.

As we started the return hike we met several groups out for a day hike. There were several family groups with young and old hikers. One group was 11 ladies, old college friends, who meet-up every year for a reunion. Everyone on the trail was friendly to our group. By the time we arrived at the Ranger station we were all hot and sweaty and ready for the bathroom and some water.

 

I had fun hiking in Tennessee!

 

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My Journey to Malawi

Malawi Young women receiving hygiene bags with great joy.
Young women receiving hygiene bags with great joy.
Billiwiri Church of Christ - Malawi
Billiwiri Church of Christ

My journey to Malawi was an amazing experience! My husband and I spent two weeks traveling and teaching in Malawi. It was the most wonderful ministry experience of my life!

What did we pack for Malawi?

It took a lot of planning and decision making to get ready for our trip. Every day I watched the airlines for tickets so that when the price dropped I was quickly able to purchase our tickets.

We packed and repacked to keep our bag within the weight limit. How could we make the best use of our bag space? What would we take with us? We had some direction from our friends in Malawi about what we should bring. Missionary friends who had gone to Africa also shared ideas with us. Lawrence and I were each allowed a carryon bag, a personal item and one 50 lb. checked bag. What did we carry in our bags? Our personal item was our laptop and lessons. In our carry on bags we packed our clothing. We packed gifts, teaching materials, soccer balls, hygiene bags, protein bars, sheets, and mosquito netting in our checked luggage.

What did we teach?

For weeks Lawrence and I prepared for our lessons. You see Lawrence had been teaching World Bible School lessons for about a year and having a great response from his students. Our contact in Malawi asked us to come and see the work first hand. We were very excited to make this trip.

As we prepared our lessons, I discovered a lot of my teaching was very Americanized. I did not realize how much of my culture was infused in my Bible teaching. Even though I tried to be aware of this I still found surprises.

Having never been to Africa I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect or who my audience would be. Each day I had several opportunities for teaching so I had to be ready to teach at any moment. I did not know when I would be teaching or whom I would be teaching.

Colossians 3 was the text I chose that would apply to everyone. I talked about things we as Christians need to rid from our lives and things we need to incorporate. Starting with these paper dolls pictured below I made a book with the pictures of African women clothed in native attire.

We studied about clothing ourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience. Each page featured one of these topics and had a pull out section with scriptures which we discussed. Many years ago I used a flip chart of the Gospel Presentation that I took with me to Africa and used many times. I was so thankful for the preparation I had done. Our brethren have very little in the way of possessions.  Few Bibles, teaching materials, binders, office or craft supplies, etc. So I left almost everything I took with me with our Christian brothers and sisters.

Where did we teach?

We taught in prisons, churches, beside the road under trees, in small little rooms full of children and out back behind church buildings.

In the prison my work was a bit different. Being the only woman in our party, I was taken alone with a female guard back through the prison to the women’s section to teach. The number of women inmates was much less than the number of men.  My largest number of inmates was 10 as compared to 500+ men inmates that my husband and other preachers were teaching. Sometimes I would teach outside in a courtyard or in a room. My students were inmates and guards. These students were eager for teaching and were very happy to sit for long periods of time to hear the Bible.

There were very few Bibles therefore I carried an extra Bible in my pack in Chichewa so that they could read the verses in their language. Most of my students knew some English. If asked what their greatest need is they would probably say Bibles. Sometimes they would sing for me and it was indeed a huge blessing to hear their lovely voices.

In one location 500 inmates were sharing two Bibles. The ladies section at that same prison had 1 Bible and a part of a Bible which was well used and they shared with one another. It was obvious they loved the word and wanted to learn more.

Results of our teaching in Malawi.

I saw many people obey the gospel. They were baptized in streams, in church and prison baptistries, and in portable baptistries as a result of our teaching and the teaching of our brothers in Malawi. One day we had to travel about 20 miles to find enough water to baptize. On another day I saw 32 obey the gospel. After my return several of the women I taught continued to study World Bible School and obeyed the gospel. One of my sweet guards wrote and thanked us for showing her the way. I am able to communicate occasionally with her through Whatsapp and continue to share studies from the Bible with her.

What did we eat?

We were in Malawi during a time when there seemed to be plenty of food. As we traveled along the roads or through the markets we would see produce stacked in pyramid shapes for sale. However, the natives did not eat three times a day as Americans are accustomed to doing. Nor did they eat the amount of food we eat.

For breakfast we had eggs (fried, boiled, etc), potatoes, toast, omelets, hot tea, coffee. At our second meal we ate chicken, goat, eggs, tomatoes, onions potatoes, rice, nsima, and pasta. There was a bit of fruit available in the markets and English biscuits that we purchased to keep with us. Every day we had to purchase water. I purchased “sweets” to share with the village children and many times the adults too.

Sometimes we would go all day without stopping for a meal so the snacks we had packed helped hold us over until dinner. We shared the snacks we brought from home with our traveling companions. These snacks were new to our friends and they enjoyed them very much! They especially liked the tuna pouches.

We are going again!

After coming back to the states it was very hard to go back to normal. We left so much of our hearts in Malawi. The students studying through World Bible School continue to increase and many obey the gospel every month. We are working for and with Malawi on a daily basis. We are excited to begin planning our return trip this September to Malawi.

Let Me Share My Story with You.

There is so much more that I could share. I would love to share my story about the work in Malawi. If you have questions about our trip or the work we do in Malawi please just ask. I would love to talk about it!!

If you would like to help with the work I can tell you how to do that too! If you know someone you think would like to hear about our work please share our contact information. My husband would be happy to come and talk with your church or eldership.

Invite me to speak to your ladies group or organization.  redaredding@gmail.com

Smyrna Church of Christ

Malawi Missions

P.O. Box 314

Smyrna, Tn 37167

 

 

 

Samson's village - Malawi
Samson’s village – Malawi
Watson and Family - Malawi
Watson and Family – Malawi
Teaching beside the road in Kasunga - Malawi
Teaching beside the road in Kasunga – Malawi
Kasunga
Babies go to prison with their mothers
Meeting some WBS students
Twins
Another village
Cecilia one of the guards who later became a Christian
Muya Tembo’s village
Tutorial-we brought snacks and soccer balls
Gift of soccer balls
Baptism in the stream
Charles’ village

 

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Prejudice – Cotton Patch

The hard labor that characterized the daily routine of slaves, was often relieved by the singing of songs that revealed their inner struggles. Many of these songs, that we also loved and sang, described the bleakness and harshness of their lives, but most of them revealed hope in something better to come.

As we sang, we didn’t realize the significance of such songs as “Carry Me Back to Ole Virginny”, “Old Folks at Home”, and “My Old Kentucky Home” which speak about longings to be reunited with families that slavery had separated. Neither could we feel the pain that inspired such songs as “Uncle Ned”, “Massa’s in the Cold Ground”, and “Ole Black Joe.” According to the words of the song, ‘Ned’ was a good, hard worker who had died and was going to be sorely missed by his ‘Massa’. The sad feelings experienced by slaves at the death of a kind and gentle master are verbalized in the song about Massa in the cold ground, and ‘Joe’ describes how the vigor that he felt in his younger days has turned to sadness because so many of his family and friends have died and he is left all alone. He ‘hears’ them gently calling to him, and his desire is contained in the words, “I’m coming, I’m coming , for my head is bending low; I hear the gentle voices calling, “Old Black Joe.”

Besides the sad, everyday work songs, there were the sometimes mournful, sometimes lively, Negro Spirituals. My favorite was “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot” in which the singers dream of a band of angels and a chariot coming to carry them over ‘Jordan’ where friends who have gone before await them.

A rather peppy, joyful sounding Negro Spiritual is “Oh, Dem Golden Slippers.” Looking forward to wearing golden slippers refers to the happiness and beauty in heaven, but it also speaks of a deprived existence here on earth. I heard more of the hope and joy that the songs exhibited than I heard of the painful situations from which the people were longing to escape.

As children, we did not ‘see’ the inequities of slavery or of the living conditions common to black people after they were set free. We were unaware of the fact that slaves were not allowed to be educated, and that when they were later granted the right to pursue an education, they were not privileged to use the same facilities with white children. Their schools were substandard for many years until segregation was forced upon the white communities in the 1950’s, almost a hundred years after the Civil War! Even our “Christian” colleges had not taken the initiative to right the wrongs done to their fellow human beings. There were no black students at FHC when I was there in the late 40’s; they were not allowed!

It now seems ironic that Christians did not understand what they were doing; it demonstrates what a stronghold common beliefs and attitudes of a community can have upon those who belong to it. The evidences of that influence upon good people was all around me as I was growing up, and for several years I was simply apathetic. That was the way it was, and I felt no need to challenge it.

A little black lady in the Piney Chapel community lived all alone in a remote field on our neighbor’s farm. She evidently had been allowed to remain in the little house where her family had lived as slaves, and she grew old there. She had an apple tree in her yard, and it was rumored that she had given people permission to get some of the apples, but when I accompanied one of my sisters and some neighbor children to take advantage of her offer, she was not so pleased. It was rather frightening to my six-year-old mind when she hobbled with the aid of a cane out of her house, yelling as she came. Her anger, however, was due to the fact that we had picked apples off the tree rather than having gotten the fallen ones from the ground!

The prejudicial attitudes that existed in Alabama in those days had resulted in all-white rural communities, and the few black people who were allowed to live in a city, huddled together in its most impoverished sections. It was in just such an area in Athens, that my grandfather’s hired man, Will, lived.

Will came early every morning, worked all day and walked home each evening after his work was done. While everyone else ate lunch in the dining room, Will always ate sitting on the edge of the porch or in the kitchen depending on the weather.

Many lines of demarcation had been established, so when another black man came occasionally to pick cotton, it must have been unacceptable for me to admire him, but admire him I did. He sometimes sang as he worked and his voice seemed to me to be right out of heaven! I don’t even remember his name, but I remember having asked him more than once to sing as we worked side by side at the same kind of job under the same hot Alabama sun, now made more bearable by the music pouring forth from this poor man’s soul. My recognition of something great in this lowly being may have been the beginning of the end of whatever prejudice I had acquired from my community.

As we seriously look at what happened in the minds and hearts of many honest, God-fearing people during the troublesome times of slavery, we must continue to examine ourselves for similar delusions that rob us of our abilities to know right from wrong.