July and August, 2010 Update :: New Iberian Mission Association (NIMA)

This is the New Iberian Mission Association (NIMA) Update for July and Auguste, 2010.

NIMA is an outreach of Agape Christian Church and friends from around the world. Our main outreach in Guatemala is Community Christian Hospital and Morning Glory Christian School located at the Llano de la Virgen, and village evangelism to the small communities served by Morning Glory near San Raymundo, Guatemala, especially the Christian Church at Sacsuy, and Community Christian Hospital. We also work with other worldwide ministries to help the folks of Guatemala that live in the hard to reach areas that are without modern medical and physical attention.

Address and contact information

Queno and Lori Nij and all staff: 11 Calle 5-85 zona 1 Colonia Huerta Peñefort San Raymundo, Guatemala, Central America 01060 Phone for Lori from out of country: 011.502.6630.8069 E-mail: amglory@missionoffaith.org New Blog for Lori to express her heart to all of you: http://morningglorystories.wordpress.com	Herb Pinney and the International office: Mail address: P O Box 15133 Las Cruces, New Mexico 88004(please do not mail to street address) Street address: 2407 West Picacho, suite C (Palms Business Complex) Las Cruces, New Mexico 88007 (Please do not mail to street address.) USA Phones: Office: 575-647-2168 24-hour cell: 575-650-3915 Residence: 575-647-8421 E-mail: herb@missionoffaith.org Editor of Monthly Update, President and CFO. Senior Pastor, Agapé Christian Church.	Dean Pinney at the Ohio office: Indianola Church of Christ 2141 Indianola Avenue Columbus, Ohio, 43201 Phones: office: 614-299-3507 Dean's cell: 614-560-1968 Home phone: 614-939-1227 E-mail: dean@indianolacc.com Editor of the New Iberian Quarterly (The Navigator magazine), Advertising Specialist, Mission Liaison, Vice-President and secretary. Rob Courtney: Back from Hong Kong and beginning his fund raising to head to Guatemala to be on staff.
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Welcome to a few minutes in the shade on a hot summer day. I pray that you can draw aside and find a tall glass of iced tea, or some other refreshing repast, and sit a while with me.

I am often asked, “Just what is the most important thing that New Iberian Mission does in Guatemala?” That is really hard to answer since we are so involved in education, church evangelism, medical services, and Christian outreach. I believe Lori nailed it nearly two month ago when we were talking about raising the money to rebuild San Buena Ventura. The 80 foot wall of water had all but destroyed the whole village, and left many families homeless, without any personal or house supplies, or a place to sleep. Before Christians all across America joined in to be the hands, feet, heart of God in this project, Lori had activated her kids at Morning Glory Christian School, their parents, their neighbors, their families to reach out in love to these neighbors in Guatemala. Lori was asked, “How is it that you are sending such poor children and their poverty-stricken families into action to bring relief to other poor people that are less fortunate across the Llano? At that moment Lori nailed the most important thing that Morning Glory does with these nearly 600 children that God brings onto the Llano every weekday; she teaches life lessons. Here is how she answered the question; this is 24karet Lori, pure Morning Glory gold.

“I teach life lessons from the rising of the sun to the setting of the sun; my children and parents all helped get this program started. No matter how little we have we always have something to share and it is in the giving that God blesses us and returns what we give one hundred fold. I would be terribly selfish if I were to steal that life lesson from my children. They are poor, yes, maybe some of the poorest in town, but they have washed cars, cleaned houses, sold baked goods, cleaned yards, shined shoes, and done without snacks in order to share with those who have less. How could I steal the blessings that God has in store for them.”

Building on that groundwork, Christians across America have responded and here is a full report from Lori.

Dear Dad; just for you:

Bruised Reeds and Muddy Feet

“In Him the nations will have hope.”….If one thing seems to stand out in this broken world today it is the hopelessness of the masses. This year has seen incredible tragedies. The loss of life in Haiti is beyond comprehension, the devastation even worse. Chile, Asia, floods in Mexico and South Texas, South America and the list seems to continue on forever. If we were to add to this the devastation and loss of human life caused by wars and criminal violence it would seem there is no hope.

But as Christians we have to know that no matter how dark the night, how grim the circumstance, dawn is coming in all its resplendent glory. The message of Morning Glory is exactly that: no matter how black the future seems, how lost we feel in this broken world, how deep our poverty, in Christ we have hope of a new dawn and a new day.

When Tropical Storm Agatha hit Guatemala, little did we realize the devastation that it would cause. Homes and lives were lost all over the country. The government, still almost two months later, cannot even explain how they are going to rebuild the roads and bridges let alone the homes that were washed away in a flash of a moment.

One of my favorite things to do is to take life experiences and use them to teach life lessons to my children and teachers. The storm gave me the perfect opportunity. Sometimes I ponder, think, weigh and pray about important decisions; sometimes I just open my big mouth and rush in where angels would fear to tread. This was the latter; I didn’t even talk to Queno; I was in a meeting with the parents, one moment talking about those less fortunate and the next I was committing my parents and children to a project that none of us would dream would grow into these proportions.

A few weeks later a concerned person would ask me how I could ask my children who come from economically challenged (I refuse to say poor because as children of the King we are NOT poor) families to give out of their need. I answered; “how can I not?” Is that not what the story of the widow’s mite is all about? When we give, truly give not of our surplus but do without to share with another, then God blesses and multiplies what we have given a thousand fold.

Now, I love it when God backs up the life lessons I teach the kids. (It seems He always does. I can just imagine the conversation up in heaven….”Well, my daughter Lori opened her big mouth again; so…..) And back up He did. He multiplied what we gave many, many times over. I rejoiced watching my parents, children and staff give selflessly, sharing what they could earn with others. Spending long days cleaning, digging and painting to make someone else’s life better. Two teachers, both college students, spent an entire day washing the filthy clothes and bed clothes of a blind man. Braving lice, fleas, ticks, scorpions and who knows what else they cleaned all day long. Two of my bus drivers spent a day digging mud three feet deep out of a bathroom and cleaning the toilet and sink so they could be used once again. Queno and Chano, my maintenance man, worked late into the night finishing construction projects. And God blessed. God took our efforts and multiplied and provided us with funds to do more than we could dream.

In the first week of the crisis we took two truck loads and 9 pickup loads of food, clothes, pots and pans, dishes and emergency supplies down to the village. We prepared over two hundred family bags with a week’s supply of food goods.

As of today we have built three latrines, cleaned and painted five houses, built the blind man’s house, provided 48 beds for those in need, 21 kitchen stoves with their respective propane tanks, two refrigerators and one sewing machine. We have provided textbooks for all the children, a computer for the director’s office, running water and a cistern for the school. We filled 87 back packs with notebooks, paper, pencils, crayons, etc for the children. We gave the teachers backpacks overflowing with teaching supplies. We made and distributed 95 hygiene bags with soap, shampoo, combs, toothpaste and brushes using supplies that the children gathered and those brought by the medical team. We put on a special program for the children with clowns and piñatas and special music. The people from Quincy (Madison Park Christian Church, Illinois) gave stuffed animals to every single child. Each time we have gone down to the village we have taken time to play with the kids, talk to the people and share the love of Christ. (Ed.note; I can tell you that Queno and I are already dreaming of a Christian church on the hillside over looking San Buena Ventura) We are not finished. As I write, one of my teachers is in San Buena Ventura taking a new census to make sure that we have not missed a single family, taking pictures and making a new list. Our next project will be to build small rooms for those who still have no place to live. Basically a one room tin and wood shed that will supply shelter for those who are still living with others. This will be a joint project with the village leaders; we will supply the building materials and supervision and they will supply the labor.

The reward for the hard labor and sacrifice has been given a hundred times over in the smiles and tears of the grateful villagers. As our team was pulling away from the village late one afternoon, an old man whose skin was weathered and worn from years of hard labor and sun came up to the car with tears rolling down his wrinkled cheeks. His words? “In these last days people have come and gone from our village. We are grateful for all the help, but your group has been different. We have watched you come again time after time sharing with love, laughter and joy. We had all thought that the river had destroyed our lives along with our homes, but you all have brought us hope.”

And that, my dear friends, is the life lesson; we get our feet muddy, our bodies covered in sweat and paint, we pick up and mend the bruised reeds, we give out of our need, we serve selflessly, with joy and laughter. We do without our snack so that a child that we don’t know can have a notebook and pencil. We get covered in mosquito bites, we get hungrier and more tired that we have ever been. We ride on a hot bus or in the back of a pickup down a winding mountain road. All those to help people that we don’t know and perhaps will never see again. We wash an old man’s clothes, we pick up a tiny kitten, we build a latrine, we give a bar of soap and bag of water, and most of all we bring with us, and our actions, Christ who is hope for the nations. (Ed. Note, It is our hope here at the main office to see another couple thousand dollars raised for the rebuilding, then $10,000.00 more raised for the San Buena Ventura Christian Church high on the hillside over looking the river. I know this is where Queno’s heart is as well as mine.)

Love, Lori

I love good poetry, good art, and the scriptures that tie all this together. I am sure some of our supporters are concerned that the education in the 3 Rs at Morning Glory might become less important as our kids and parents are busy helping others. In all of this, if there is anyone at fault, it is I. Each of my kids grew up riding shotgun with me over the years and from early age they were drawn into taking drunks home and putting them to bed. Taking dirty and hungry children in and cleaning them up, even if that required stripping them naked in the back yard, and taking the garden hose to them first. And making room for an abandoned woman that had no where to lay her head. Life lessons began for each one of them when they were in the cradle board. I want you to consider a poem and a scripture that kind of puts all of this in focus. My mother taught me this poem when I was in Junior High, Oh, so many years ago. It was written by Sam Foss.

House by the Side of the Road

There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;
There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze the paths
Where highways never ran-
But let me live by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

Let me live in a house by the side of the road
Where the race of men go by-
The men who are good and the men who are bad,
As good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner's seat
Nor hurl the cynic's ban-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

I see from my house by the side of the road
By the side of the highway of life,
The men who press with the ardor of hope,
The men who are faint with the strife,
But I turn not away from their smiles and tears,
Both parts of an infinite plan-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead,
And mountains of wearisome height;
That the road passes on through the long afternoon
And stretches away to the night.
And still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice
And weep with the strangers that moan,
Nor live in my house by the side of the road
Like a man who dwells alone.

Let me live in my house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by-
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,
Wise, foolish - so am I.
Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat,
Or hurl the cynic's ban?
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

The school must be rebuilt, and 87 students back to learning

Along with that poem, I would have you go to the prophetic gospel of Isaiah, and listen to the heart of God. This comes from Isaiah 58, NIV.

^58:1 “Shout it aloud, do not hold back.
Raise your voice like a trumpet.
Declare to my people their rebellion
and to the house of Jacob their sins.

² For day after day they seek me out;
they seem eager to know my ways,
as if they were a nation that does what is right
and has not forsaken the commands of its God.
They ask me for just decisions
and seem eager for God to come near them.

³ ‘Why have we fasted,’ they say,
‘and you have not seen it?
Why have we humbled ourselves,
and you have not noticed?’
“Yet on the day of your fasting, you do as you please
and exploit all your workers.

⁴ Your fasting ends in quarreling and strife,
and in striking each other with wicked fists.
You cannot fast as you do today
and expect your voice to be heard on high.

⁵ Is this the kind of fast I have chosen,
only a day for a man to humble himself?
Is it only for bowing one’s head like a reed
and for lying on sackcloth and ashes?
Is that what you call a fast,
a day acceptable to the LORD?

⁶ “Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen:
to loose the chains of injustice
and untie the cords of the yoke,
to set the oppressed free
and break every yoke?

⁷ Is it not to share your food with the hungry
and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter—
when you see the naked, to clothe him,
and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?

⁸ Then your light will break forth like the dawn,
and your healing will quickly appear;
then your righteousness will go before you,
and the glory of the LORD will be your rear guard.

⁹ Then you will call, and the LORD will answer;
you will cry for help, and he will say: Here am I.
“If you do away with the yoke of oppression,
with the pointing finger and malicious talk,

¹⁰ and if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry
and satisfy the needs of the oppressed,
then your light will rise in the darkness,
and your night will become like the noonday.

¹¹ The LORD will guide you always;
he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land
will strengthen your frame.
You will be like a well-watered garden,
like a spring whose waters never fail.

¹² Your people will rebuild the ancient ruins
and will raise up the age-old foundations;
you will be called Repairer of Broken Walls,
Restorer of Streets with Dwellings.

(kids lining up for backpacks) (A wall of water, 80 ft tall)

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(Many came to help, Christians came to go to work)

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(At the top of the hill lived an elderly blind man, a John 3:9 case. The team built him a new home, cleaned all his clothes, and gave him a new start on life.)

(Morning Glory ladies feeding the people in need.)

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Today (9 August), Lori shared with me that Dean Cary went to be with the Lord. She picked up the news on Bill Baker’s Facebook. Dean is a special, family friend, and had a lot to do with the molding of Lori in the Latino work. Heaven just keeps growing richer and richer.

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I have another story coming from Lori, and one from Rod Courtney with his report from Hong Kong, and the information to get started on raising the money for him to go to Guatemala and work with Morning Glory, Sacsuy Christian Church, and the new projects. Herbert has returning to Guatemala (14 August,2010), and will start to work Monday with Queno on the remodeling of the in-town offices and International center at the Nij home place. This work has already been started, and Queno is getting a new in town office of his own. There is a lot of work going on in Guatemala and we need to get going on the fall work.

Our prayers go out to Charles and Mary Beckett, ministers of the Woodlawn Christian Church in Knoxville, Tennessee. The month of August began with news of ten medical workers being shot and killed in Afghanistan. These were medical workers that had dedicated their lives to helping people that had never seen a doctor. Cheryl Beckett, Charles and Mary’s daughter, was among the ten that were returning to Kabul from a two week trip out in the hinterland helping with treatments for eye diseases and other ailments. They were ambushed on the way back to Kabul. Cheryl had worked with the doctors for six years, the doctor she worked with had given over 30 years in helping these people and their medical needs. Cheryl was described as in her early 30s, beautiful, talented and dedicated to the Lord. The Taliban Radical Muslim terrorists claimed the victory in the mass murder. Their reason for the attack: they claimed that Cheryl and crew were spies for the United States and proselytizing. This crew knew the dangers of serving in a Muslim country, with centuries of history of war and killing. They did not hand out any literature, they taught no lessons and they preached no sermons. They medically helped people. Since 640 AD, it has just been the last few years that Christianity has won more Muslins to Christ than Muslims have won Christians to Mohammad. I can understand that the Taliban is getting concerned and desperate. But in all honesty, they are right on one point; Cheryl and crew was busy exampling what Christianity is all about. Everyone of us serving on the high crime side of town, on the mission field in the 180 countries where we are involved understand that Christians doing good to the hurting, caring for the dying, loving the blind and those with eye diseases, teaching children to read and think are most active in proselytizing from sin, darkness, pain, to Jesus Christ. Tracts have to be read, lessons listened to, but good deeds in the name of Jesus are never forgotten. Sooner or later, a harvest. Melba and I have stood by the graves of four of our children. No explanation sooths the pain at the time.

(On the next page we have a report from Rob Courtney about his recent trip to Asia. You have long ago figured out that NIMA is involved around the world, and our best people have a heart for God, everywhere.)

Greetings Friends,

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I am pleased to write to you today about the work going on in Asia. I was blessed to be apart of a 5-week trip to share my language and my love with various students in Asia. In early July I joined a team of nine other young people and spend one week on an island near Hong Kong training and preparing to teach English for three weeks. I want to remind you that English is in high demand in Asia, as to be successful, many businesses now require they learn English. We worked to meet that need as we spent three weeks at Heep Woh College helping students from ages 13-16 practice and sharpen their skills in their second language.

We spent the mornings teaching in the classroom through a variety of games and activities, using every moment of our time there to share love with the students in our presence. In the afternoons, my team worked together to the students about American culture, such as birthdays, weddings, Easter, and Christmas. After a day at school, we returned to our dorms to prepare and plan for the next day.

But the real reward came through relationships. By developing friendships with my students, I was able to share my life, story, and beliefs with young people across the world. One of the most memorable moments for me occurred as I answered the question from one my students: "Why are you a Christian?" These students needed English, but more importantly, they needed love. As as result of your prayers and support, I was able to develop a relationship with these students that will grow into a deep friendship and the results of that relationship will continue to be seen.

After we left Hong Kong, my team and I got an opportunity to go to Vietnam and meet many college students there. My perspective was immediately altered at the friendliness, hospitality, and desire to learn English we found in Vietnam. I hope you will continue to lift up and support the work going on in a country so vastly different, yet so strikingly similar as our own.

In short, I worked very hard in Asia to develop relationships with students, both new and old. I thank you for your support as those relationships will go on to become bigger and better and even more valuable as my students go on to encounter life. As a result of your support, I can now support and encourage students across the world and continue to model and direct them to love. On behalf of me and the young people impacted by my trip, I say thank you and I would love to tell you more. Simply call or send an e-mail and I will share all the details I don't have the space for here.

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Thank you for your support and love for the students of Asia,

Rob Courtney

A Painting and the Hen

by Lori Nij, about a painting by one of the most famous artists in Guatemala, a man that has his own gallery in Antigua, the arts and cultural center of Central America.

Friday morning dawned with the promise of being a hectic morning at school. In addition to normal activities we had band and choir practice and it was report card day. The parents were to come to the office all during the morning to receive the grades of their children, and of course that meant that I would have people in my office all morning long. That in itself plus the addition of 65 children learning to play drums, bongos, cymbals, lyras, and a variety of other instruments is sufficient to send me to hide in the nonexistent cellar.

The morning began just as I expected. I attended to parent after parent to the background music (well almost music) of the Battle Hymn of the Republic, Onward Christian Soldiers and America Será para Cristo. Then about mid morning, all of the sudden, all of the kids were lined up out on the sports field and my educational assistant had the PA system up and going. “What is he thinking of”, I thought, “As if there is not enough chaos as it is, now he has all the kids out of class, grrrrrrrrrr.” I was ready to bite his head off, and I had to act like everything was fine because my office was full of parents. Then I heard him call my name for me to come out for some reason or another. To be real honest I went out, but I was going to light into him for getting all the kids out of class and wasting time.

It was then I saw Queno with the video camera and all the parents lined up as well. I had no idea what was going on. I thought maybe the educational supervisor had come to talk to the kids or something similar.

But then a group of people that I recognized from San Buena Ventura appeared. They brought with them a surprise. They had decided to express their gratitude to me and had come to Morning Glory to present me with a beautiful painting of their village before the storm. I was deeply moved by their words and the gesture because I did not expect anything in return for the opportunity to serve them and their village. Especially because my labor had been entirely behind scenes, organizing, motivating and planning.

I was moved to tears by their words of gratitude, and for once in a lifetime, I couldn’t find words to express what I felt. Then the mood of the moment was broken with laughter when one of the teachers placed a live hen in my hands sent by a widow whose home we had cleaned and painted. I totally didn’t know what to do with the hen so I hollered for Hermogenes, my cleaning lady, to come take it, quick….. We debated whether to put the hen in the pot and make stew but finally decided to marry her to Hermogenes’ rooster and make lots of baby chickens and eggs for breakfast.

As I wrote on Facebook: I share this honor with Queno, who worked long and hard to make my plans a reality, my teachers, my students, my parents, Sam, Tiffany, Beka and Abby. To all those who worked so hard to give our faith hands, feet and heart; to those who made it financially possible to do so much and above all to Him to whom all honor, glory and praise is due.

My house (Lori is speaking) was in dire need of help. It had been years since we last painted, some of the furniture was rotting away, and basically it was embarrassing for me to have people in my house. The two groups this summer agreed that the funds they brought to be used on my house, so we painted, I bought new curtains, Pam Richard sent a lot of new things for the kitchen and bathrooms, we put ceramic tile, a new toilet and sink in the general bathroom, and bought a new door to replace the front door that was so full of termites and wood rot that a swift kick would have brought it down. We are still working, Chepe is painting the garage, and I still have to clean, organize and paint Queno's office, cave. We want to turn the front room where Gramma is sleeping now into a really nice office for him, open up the office, girl’s room and make Gramma a corner in there and give the girls a bigger room. Then I have to finish the upstairs apartment for Chepe and Herbert. It had gotten so bad that it was driving me crazy just to come home to the mess because I can no longer physically clean, and you know how much I like corners and cabinets to be clean.

Melba cleans really well down the middle of the floor, but she doesn't see clutter on the tables, under the tables in the corners, closets etc. The clutter drives me bonkers. With Abby and Beka's help we did a really good spring cleaning, threw out tons of stuff that Queno was hoarding and put everything else into storage bins. I promised that when we finished I would post pictures. To watch Abby convincing Queno to throw stuff out was priceless. She just would not back down.

This project has been in the works for a year, and money has been donated to do the job. At budget time, we have had to adjust monies to get everyone paid as well as the bills. Recently, there was an increase in the funds for general use, and for the house needs, and we have been able to send money to help with this project. The Cornerstone Christian Church in Dallas was a big backer of this much needed upgrade that Clifford Shaw recommended over a year ago. Herbert has gone home all excited about getting right in the middle of the helping his father build a new office in town at the homestead. Herbert has been a blessing here in New Mexico, but it was time to go home and get back to work with mother and dad. This has allowed Jessica to move into our extra bedroom and off the couch as she is living with us at this time. When I look at Herbert at 19, except for a darker tan, I see so much of myself at that age. I was married with a child, buying my own home, paying for college as we went, and busy in the church. I was as independent as a hog on ice, very bull headed, and they named roads all over America after me, called “One Way”. Another 57 years has tempered me somewhat, but not a lot. I see a tremendous future for Herbert Nij Pinney, a strong willed, strong as a bull, hard headed young man that will make a difference in the years to come. He went eye to eye, jaw to jaw, with his grandmother, and I was afraid they might kill each other, but he left her the most beautiful letter that melted her heart, and made those late night one-on-one sessions worth every moment. My dear friends, there are no easy roads as we head into the 21st century. We are facing worldwide direct attacks by Satan and his cohorts. I am so thankful for each and every one of you that keep on keeping on helping with these projects that are on the heart of God. I want to thank the sponsors, the consistent regular supporters, those that make regular trips into Guatemala and help, and those of you that share you kids with us as summer interns and helpers. I so believe in the apprentice system of education. It is from these summer interns that we have a dedicated number of supporters, church representatives, and 100% backers about the United States. Please, keep on keeping on.

[21.jpg] Rob Courtney is ready to start work raising money for his move to Guatemala (23 August target date) to become the English language liaison at the campus with the United States. He will go to work at once in the field of Christian Education on campus and at the Sacsuy Christian Church. Rod has committed to one year on the campus to give life in Guatemala a good test, work with the language and to seek a strong financial base for supporting him, if he is a good fit on the campus and with the work. In my interview with him in Dallas, I was very impressed with his attitude toward Christian outreach, especially to children, and his personal goals in life. If your church, Sunday school class, or personally you would like to come on board with a one time or one year commitment with support for Rod, you can contact the NIMA office for information. Or call Rod at 903-941-0517 or e-mail to mr.rob08@hotmail.com. Lori is in desperate need of this kind of help. As our million dollar campus is expanding, and making even deeper in-roads into the culture, civic structure of Central Guatemala, we are in need of liaison staff that can be readily available for English language communications with the North. Rod is going to be a good fit. Herbert has gone back with a lot of friends in the North, and that will help. We sure need your continued help as we kick off this new program. I love you all and am so thankful that you have come to partner with the Nijs, the Guatemala crews, and myself to introduce and make our Lord real in the lives of countless folks that not only have learned to love Jesus but love our family of workers in the process.

Love// Herb Pinney