Category Archives: Family
Anne works part-time at the Waxhaw Creek Apartments, an independent living facility run by Wycliffe Bible Translators for retirees, here in North Carolina. This Friday our monthly dinner was held along with a Town Meeting. Items discussed were “Scams targeting the elderly”, “soap scum” as well as introducing our new maintenance manager, Bob Seavey.
Bob and Barb Seavey have been members of Wycliffe for 38 years, serving many of them in Peru. Barb was born in Peru and her parents were Wycliffe missionaries. After Barb’s father died, her mother came to live at the apartments until her own death. So it is a blessing to both Bob and Anne to serve this long line of folk who have served God all over the world.
Many of them continue to serve as pictured above! Thank you for being a part of this line of servers: You serve us with your prayers and financial gifts and then we serve others, some who continue to serve and some who are retired.
We love you all!
Every time we write our thank you notes, we pray and praise over the person that we are writing to. So it was a delight to receive this email from one of our dear supporters, a woman who has partnered with us for 30 years!
I’ve gotten many thank-you notes from you over the years, so I thought, with the suggestion of my Daily Bread devotional, that my thanks to you are long overdue.
Paul said in his letter to the Philippians, “I thank my God through Jesus Christ for you because your faith has been reported all over the world.”
So I want to thank you and Ken for your deep faith and diligence which brings the message of Jesus Christ to so many people around the world.
I love you and ask God to continue to bless you, which of course he will.
As I recently studied the Gifts that God has given each of us, I can’t help but give praise to God for how each of you have used your gifts for the kingdom of God. Look what it says in I Peter 4:10-11:
Each of you should use whatever gift you have…..so that in all things God may be praised through Jesus Christ!
Thank you for your continued prayers and support toward the mission of Bible Translation.
I lifted the side flap on the canvas lunch bag. The pocket was empty. I had stashed my phone, car keys and watch in there when we went to the beach. I unpacked the trunk of the car. Soggy, sandy towels, sandy beach toys, and sandy half-eaten lunches rounded out the contents. Where was my watch? I know I had put it carefully in this pouch, but now it was no longer there and no where to be found.
I dumped out my entire purse and pawed through wallet, receipts, gum wrappers and warm lip sticks. No watch! I guess it’s possible I put it somewhere else….but I knew I hadn’t.
We all showered the salt water off of our bodies, wrung out our bathing suits and got dressed for dinner. When I told my family about the missing watch, everyone jumped up and helped me search through the car trunk and under the seats, several times asking about the last time I had seen the watch. The watch had been given to me as a graduation gift from my family for finishing my degree just last year. It was special to ALL of us. My eyes filled with tears thinking that it might be gone forever.
The tide had been coming in when we had left the beach a few hours earlier. Upon arriving to the beach we had placed our towels about 100 feet from the edge of the water. By the time we left, it was a mere 5 feet away from our gear. No one remembered anything being left on the sandy beach. If it was on the beach, it was now under the salty water and undoubtedly ruined.
The only place it could be was the parking lot where we had left our car. “Let’s drive back before getting dinner. It’s only 15 minutes away,” my husband said. I was relieved that he had suggested it knowing how hungry everyone was and not wanting to delay our dinner any more.
We drove the 15 minutes in silence. I was silently praying for a miracle. When we arrived at the parking lot, three people on bicycles were resting at the entrance of the parking lot where we had recently parked. All three were in our way, in the exact spot where we needed to stop. Ken courteously waved them by and two of them moved on. The third person waved us through. Ken pulled in to the left of where we had parked our car. The parking lot was nearly empty. We all anxiously jumped out of the car, heads down, frantically scouring the ground for the watch.
At the same time, the woman on the bicycle came driving over toward us. “Are you looking for…..” Her sentence was cut off as I pounced on my watch, its gleaming silver edge protruding from the sandy driveway. The watch had been run over and was on level with the soil which was, thankfully, sand! I couldn’t even speak! I just held it out in disbelief and joy!! “I saw it just as you arrived“, the woman shouted, joyful as well that we found my prize possession! We yelled our thanks as she drove off.
Our eight-year-old grandson was so pleased and surprised. Unbeknownst to me, he and his Papa had prayed together that the Lord would lead us to the watch minutes before we departed on our search. He was able to see the answer to his prayer in 15 short minutes.
We prayed AND we looked! Two actions. What would have happened if we had only prayed? What if we had just looked? I’m not sure what the results would have been. Had we delayed even 30 seconds later the watch would have been innocently picked up by one of the bicyclists and carried home. We would never had known its story.
This reminds me about the woman in the Bible who had 10 coins and loses one. She lights a lamp, searches for the coin, then rejoices when she finds it. We don’t read that she prayed, but she looked and she celebrated as we did. Luke 15:10 says “In the same way, I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.”
Every month several people groups receive the Bible, newly translated, in their own language. It may not previously been prayed over by the people, since they didn’t know what they were missing, but someone prayed over that language. Someone worked and gave them the ability to find out the way of salvation. It is theirs for the choosing. And when they find it, there is rejoicing in the presence of angels.
Thank you for making that possible. You do it month after month. Your prayers, your gifts, your hope, your action.
Why did the cannibal get sick after eating the missionary?
You just can’t keep a good man down.
(So corny…but sent to us by a friend!)
P. S. Ken has arrived in Orlando for two weeks of counseling with furloughing missionaries. His colleague arrived yesterday but is in the hospital under observation for some heart problems. Please pray for them BOTH! Pray for wisdom for doctors and peace for Ken as he’s on his own for the time being. Thank you.
The letter went out. With advice and encouragement from those who know us and love us, we asked if you would like to partner with us to rid ourselves of a 5 digit medical debt.
Oh, how the floodgates opened! The whole debt should be cleared by August! How we wish we could hug each one of you. Each of you, no doubt, have a story of how God moved in your life to send your hard earned money in to help us in this way. Below is just one of them from one of our supporting churches.
Ken & Anne,
Your relationship is dear to us. The news of your financial need touched us. The question wasn’t should we give. The question was how much can we give? The question was, where will the money come from? Do we have any money?
Perhaps by now you received our check or will soon. Of course better than any gift is the story behind the giving. Let me try to briefly tell ours.
Two times a year we open our doors to “the least of these”. This past December we opened our doors to the homeless for the second time. Sometimes our community doesn’t like it when we open our doors. Fear of our guests loitering, stealing, or safety issues abound.
This time two ladies from our community stopped by to drop off two coats for our guests to have. They were no ordinary coats. They were full length fur coats. It seemed inappropriate to pass out these coats because, for one reason, they were heavy and the thought of wet snow on them caused a legitimate concern that these jackets would weigh them down. Instead one member took them to a furrier for appraisal. Each coat was valued at $500 or more.
We just sold one! We just gave you what wasn’t even ours. Yet the joy of giving was great. We matched it with another $500 we raised to make our gift $1000, which perhaps your donor will match to $3000.
A long story but worth sharing of how God met our need to give. How God honored your prayer of need. How you have not if you ask not. All of us were touched by God’s grace somehow.
God’s Grace. We have felt both His and your grace in our lives this month. It is a story worth retelling!
As I unpacked our bags from our recent trip to Michigan, I noted some wear and tear on our 26-year-old “shoe bags.” We use them for our shoes but that is not their original purpose.
Ken and I joined Wycliffe Bible Translators (WBT) in August of 1990. WBT provided us with extensive preparation so that we could successfully live long term in a different culture. One of those requirements was something called Field Training Course (FTC). For those going to Asia or South America, we traveled first to Texas and then to Mexico. For three months we lived in cabins, camped outdoors and stayed for a month with a host family in Mexico. It was “the best and worst of times” as they say.
Wycliffe gave us a list of items that we needed to bring to FTC and a weight limit on those items. One of the requirements was to bring 10 cloth bags that could be closed at the top with a string, just like a hooded jacket. For those who know me (Anne), I don’t sew. So this requirement caused me a bit of stress.
“No problem,” said several ladies from Christ United Methodist Church of Fraser, Michigan. “We’ll make them for you.”
And they did. Ten bags, some grey, some blue, some pink, were handed to us before we left on our adventure.
While their original purpose was to carry food on long over night hikes, they eventually morphed into bags that would protect our shoes. Those bags have traveled with us for over a quarter of a century! Every time we use them, we think of those who made them.
We just returned from a trip to Michigan where we were able to speak at Christ United Methodist Church. At the end of the service, the pastor called the leadership to the front of the church, along with a special group of people who have met and prayed for us once a month for 27 years (!), and they recommitted their partnership with us. Our heads were anointed with oil, and as the pastor prayed for us we heard “We’re with you, we’ve been with you, we’ll continue to be with you. We’re committed to Bible Translation.”
What a joy to have such a great group standing with us! If you’d like to partner with us financially or by receiving our newsletter and praying, please click on this link! Come join our team!