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Christmas Cope

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Being far far far away from family over the holidays is challenging for most missionaries.  We all deal with it in different ways.  Many at least loving the fact that we have Skype and phones.  For us:  we are still learning to embrace new traditions, savor a few old ones, and fill our days with friends who are also trying to fill the void of family and sweltering heat.This year was one of our best Christmas’s since being overseas.  It wasn’t because of the gifts under the tree.  No, the children literally got 2 small things each and Darron and I didn’t even exchange a thing.  It was the BEST because of the special people we got to hang out with.  Come peep into our Christmas Coping of 2014.Christmas Eve was so special because the expatriate Australians prepared their traditional Carols by Candlelight, Christmas Eve program.  Over 170 of us gathered as the sun was going down on the lovely hill at the International School.  There we shared a meal of taco’s and all the fixings.  Along w…

There is More Religion in a……

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Darron had been asking me for weeks or maybe even months,  “Please, Ruth, hold a cooking class.”  A few days later, “A cooking class sure would be helpful”.  And later, “Ruth the Indonesian’s keep asking how to use whole wheat flour.”  From another angle, “Ruth, are you willing to go over to the school and help teach how to use wheat?”  I would hear each request, but making it happen was getting lost in the demands of everyday.  In all of Darron’s travels he met the manager of Indonesia’s flour processing plant.  To whom Darron was most eager to make a friendship because there is no whole wheat flour for sale in any typical grocery store in Indonesia.  With the accept ion  of specialty stores in Jakarta.  So all we have available is highly processed white flour, that has been bleached to prolong the shelf life.  The plant manager admitted that he does not use white flour, because he sees what they do with it in the factory.  GREAT!  How do you make many expatriate people happy?  Offer…

Grace Needed

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8:00 p.m. Friday night and Darron has gone to bed.  2:30 a.m. Saturday morning, I hear the shower curtain metal clasps scrape against the metal rode.  Opening.  Closing.  Opening.  Closing.  I glance at the clock and remember asking Darron before he fell asleep, “Do you need an alarm clock?”  “No, God will wake me up….”   I think I hear the metal clasps scrape again.  That is the last I heard.  5:45 a.m. I awake.  His pillow is empty.  He is gone. His church clothes and shoes are gone.  I see evidences of granola gone in the kitchen.  Our “mission mobile” is gone. Today is the day that Darron and Pastor Alfian will drive to one of Pastor Alfian’s churches.  Only an anticipated 5 hours away.  At 9:45 a.m. I get a series of text’s: Darron:  This is quite the journey.  Stuck twice and had to back up and retry several times.Ruth:  Oh My!  Are you there yet?Darron:  Still on the way but we would have been there had we not waited on church members for 1 hour.Ruth:  Are you enjoying yourself…