Thursday, December 1, 2011
In Training: December 2011
“Oh no! Were we supposed to exit at Lenhartsville?” My chest tightened. “We passed that exit thirty minutes ago.” Swept along the rainy interstate by a tide of cars and road spray, there was no going back and no way to follow our old directions forward. We exited the highway, but with no map, each turn only compounded our difficulty.
Wedged into our pickup, we battled along congested city streets in the direction of our appointment, Pam pressed against the far door, Abby and Alissa squirmed uncomfortably in the middle, and I gripped the wheel more tightly after each appeal for quiet. As our girls’ bickering developed into pushing, I snapped. “Can’t you girls just leave each other alone? Be quiet and sit still!”
Then, under conviction, I confessed my sin to my children and the Lord and asked for their forgiveness. Calling the people we were scheduled to meet, I explained our situation. Listening graciously, our hosts told us of their decision to support us with a monthly gift. Praise the Lord!
That night in our hotel room, I asked God for help, and in the morning I proposed a simple plan. “Today when we sense Satan beginning to attack, let’s immediately warn each other, stop what we’re doing and pray.” It worked, and the day was blessed by God’s peace.
This is all a part of the frustration and challenge of raising support. However, we do not allow logistical difficulties or family problems to deter us. “No, dear brothers and sisters, we are still not all we should be, but we are focusing all our energies on this one thing: Forgetting the past and looking forward to what lies ahead, we strain to reach the end of the race” (Phil. 3:13, 14 Paraphrase). We’re almost there. Please help us cross the finish line.—John Lello
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
In Training: November 2011
The sun shone warmly through the window as we sat around the table for
breakfast. As we lifted our heads from prayer, the stillness was broken
by Alissa’s soft voice. “Mommy, where is our home?” Those words struck
me. I had never stopped to realize how all this traveling was affecting
my girls.
My thoughts flashed back to our trip the night before. As the stars twinkled in the sky, we squeezed into the front seat of the pick-up truck to begin the 10-hour trip back to Kentucky. I rested my head on the window as the girls began asking questions. “When will we get there? Will we see our friend, Gracie? How long will we stay this time?” It doesn’t matter where a person lives; there is no place like home.
Returning to the present, I searched for a gentle way to respond to Alissa’s question. Before I could think of anything to say, a smile came to her face, and she said, “I know, our home is in Heaven.” I leaned back into my chair, relieved. God had come through again, giving us peace about our situation.
It reminds me about how Abraham followed God’s leading and wondered when he would arrive at his home, the New Jerusalem. It was a child’s small voice that reminded me to be patient until we get to our home in Heaven. God still has work for us to do. When it is accomplished, He will take us to that Heavenly home where we will stay forever. —Pam Lello
My thoughts flashed back to our trip the night before. As the stars twinkled in the sky, we squeezed into the front seat of the pick-up truck to begin the 10-hour trip back to Kentucky. I rested my head on the window as the girls began asking questions. “When will we get there? Will we see our friend, Gracie? How long will we stay this time?” It doesn’t matter where a person lives; there is no place like home.
Returning to the present, I searched for a gentle way to respond to Alissa’s question. Before I could think of anything to say, a smile came to her face, and she said, “I know, our home is in Heaven.” I leaned back into my chair, relieved. God had come through again, giving us peace about our situation.
It reminds me about how Abraham followed God’s leading and wondered when he would arrive at his home, the New Jerusalem. It was a child’s small voice that reminded me to be patient until we get to our home in Heaven. God still has work for us to do. When it is accomplished, He will take us to that Heavenly home where we will stay forever. —Pam Lello
Saturday, October 1, 2011
In Training: October 2011
“Little ones to Him belong. They are weak, but He is
strong . . .” My hoarse lullaby faltered and then fell silent, stifled
by the choking in my throat and the deep aching in my heart. Hot tears
streamed down my cheeks and dropped softly onto the tiny bundle in my
arms. I gazed down into the painful darkness of my daughters eyes,
determined to cradle her as long as I possibly could. Slowly, her
vitality faded like a tiny wildflower picked before its time. And then
it was over. Our precious Aubrie Marie had fallen asleep in Jesus after
just four days of life. I gathered her close and sobbed out my sorrow.
But even in the depth of our grief we had hope.
What must it be like for my Ama people who routinely suffer the loss of their children? They die amid squalor and filth without the comfort of a modern hospital. They slip away in malarial fevers, dehydrated by diarrhea, without the benefit of even simple treatments or medicines. But even more tragically, they die without hope. For them, death and what follows death is a horrifying unknown. There is no hope in the tortured wails of those they leave behind.
What must it be like for Jesus as His little ones slip away untouched by His love as hopeless grief grips their parents? The Bible says, “Jesus wept,” and I am sure His tears still flow today. I think I can hear Him crying out, “Please, please, won’t someone help My children? Won’t someone give My people hope?”—John Lello
What must it be like for my Ama people who routinely suffer the loss of their children? They die amid squalor and filth without the comfort of a modern hospital. They slip away in malarial fevers, dehydrated by diarrhea, without the benefit of even simple treatments or medicines. But even more tragically, they die without hope. For them, death and what follows death is a horrifying unknown. There is no hope in the tortured wails of those they leave behind.
What must it be like for Jesus as His little ones slip away untouched by His love as hopeless grief grips their parents? The Bible says, “Jesus wept,” and I am sure His tears still flow today. I think I can hear Him crying out, “Please, please, won’t someone help My children? Won’t someone give My people hope?”—John Lello
Thursday, September 1, 2011
In Training: September 2011
Contaminated Hands
During the mid 1800s, one of Vienna General Hospital’s maternity wards became notorious for the deaths of mothers. One in ten of the mothers in that ward became ill and died. In the other maternity ward of the same hospital, only one in 50 mothers died. The only apparent difference between the wards was that in the ward with the high mortality rate doctors attended mothers, but in the other ward midwives cared for them.
Dr. Ignaz Semmelweis became obsessed with finding the cause. Reasoning that the care provided by doctors in his ward could not be the cause of the deaths, he attempted to match every other aspect of care in his ward with the care given in the other ward, but the terrible mortality continued. Then something changed. He took a four-month leave, and when he returned, he found that the mortality rate had dropped significantly in his absence.
After much questioning, he found that the only difference between his practices and those of the doctors who had worked in his absence was that
he spent much more time doing research on cadavers. He theorized that disease-carrying “particles” from cadavers were being transmitted on the hands of doctors to patients, and he instituted the practice of washing hands in a chlorine-and-lime solution. Immediately the mortality rate dropped to 1 in 100.
We also struggle to save lives with contaminated hands when we insist that our children behave appropriately so we can feel like good parents, when we hold evangelistic meetings so we can report church growth, or even at times when we engage in missions in order to start successful church-planting movements. Whenever self-interest replaces unselfish concern for the lost, our hands stop healing and start contaminating.
The only cleansing agent is the blood of Christ. When applied, it destroys self and inspires love for our God and fellow man. Washed in His blood, we become effective healers. Please pray that the saving power of the Gospel will work mightily through us among the Ama people.—John Lello
During the mid 1800s, one of Vienna General Hospital’s maternity wards became notorious for the deaths of mothers. One in ten of the mothers in that ward became ill and died. In the other maternity ward of the same hospital, only one in 50 mothers died. The only apparent difference between the wards was that in the ward with the high mortality rate doctors attended mothers, but in the other ward midwives cared for them.
Dr. Ignaz Semmelweis became obsessed with finding the cause. Reasoning that the care provided by doctors in his ward could not be the cause of the deaths, he attempted to match every other aspect of care in his ward with the care given in the other ward, but the terrible mortality continued. Then something changed. He took a four-month leave, and when he returned, he found that the mortality rate had dropped significantly in his absence.
After much questioning, he found that the only difference between his practices and those of the doctors who had worked in his absence was that
he spent much more time doing research on cadavers. He theorized that disease-carrying “particles” from cadavers were being transmitted on the hands of doctors to patients, and he instituted the practice of washing hands in a chlorine-and-lime solution. Immediately the mortality rate dropped to 1 in 100.
We also struggle to save lives with contaminated hands when we insist that our children behave appropriately so we can feel like good parents, when we hold evangelistic meetings so we can report church growth, or even at times when we engage in missions in order to start successful church-planting movements. Whenever self-interest replaces unselfish concern for the lost, our hands stop healing and start contaminating.
The only cleansing agent is the blood of Christ. When applied, it destroys self and inspires love for our God and fellow man. Washed in His blood, we become effective healers. Please pray that the saving power of the Gospel will work mightily through us among the Ama people.—John Lello
Monday, August 1, 2011
In Training: August 2011
At AFM's Summer Institute of Frontier Missions, we have learned that God
wants to completely bond us with the Ama people so we can be His message
to them. In order to bond with our people, we must first let go of what
feels familiar and immerse ourselves in their lives. Research in
missions suggests several ideas we are considering.
First, missionaries need to be willing to live with a local family. In some cases, missionaries simply arrive and begin asking the people they meet if they know a family who would host them. Others arrange to stay with a local family for a time. In either case immersion in the lives of their people allows a much deeper and more intimate understanding.
Second, missionaries need to limit personal belongings to about 30 lbs. per person. An adult Ama may have only twenty possessions, so 30 lbs. of belongings seems like incredible amount of wealth. We must be careful not to let our belongings become a barrier.
Third, missionaries should use common modes of transportation. Along the upper stretches of the Sepik River, this will happen naturally since dugout canoes and walking are the only means of transportation.
Finally, missionaries need to learn language in the context of relationships that they develop and maintain. This approach not only produces fluency but also builds a large number of close friendships into which the seeds of the Gospel can be sown.
In all of this, our example is Christ, “Who, being in very nature God, did not consider equality with God something to be grasped but made himself nothing, taking the very nature of a servant.” Please pray that we, like Christ, will not cling to our old culture but will instead communicate God’s love to our new culture in a way the people can understand.—John Lello
First, missionaries need to be willing to live with a local family. In some cases, missionaries simply arrive and begin asking the people they meet if they know a family who would host them. Others arrange to stay with a local family for a time. In either case immersion in the lives of their people allows a much deeper and more intimate understanding.
Second, missionaries need to limit personal belongings to about 30 lbs. per person. An adult Ama may have only twenty possessions, so 30 lbs. of belongings seems like incredible amount of wealth. We must be careful not to let our belongings become a barrier.
Third, missionaries should use common modes of transportation. Along the upper stretches of the Sepik River, this will happen naturally since dugout canoes and walking are the only means of transportation.
Finally, missionaries need to learn language in the context of relationships that they develop and maintain. This approach not only produces fluency but also builds a large number of close friendships into which the seeds of the Gospel can be sown.
In all of this, our example is Christ, “Who, being in very nature God, did not consider equality with God something to be grasped but made himself nothing, taking the very nature of a servant.” Please pray that we, like Christ, will not cling to our old culture but will instead communicate God’s love to our new culture in a way the people can understand.—John Lello
Friday, July 1, 2011
In Training: July 2011
As we headed to yet another donor appointment, I felt I was beginning to
understand a bit of what our people in Papua New Guinea experience as
semi-nomadic hunter-gathers. Ok, I wasn’t hunting or gathering food in
the jungle, but I was beginning to feel semi-nomadic. Since joining AFM,
we have traveled many miles encouraging people to get involved in
missions. But this Sabbath, we witnessed missions at work.
A little girl, about seven years old, attended Sabbath School for the first time. She was bright and had many questions. During prayer time, she requested prayer for her sick daddy who smoked. “I know that if I can find a Bible and sneak it under his pillow at night, he will get better,” she said. What a beautiful example of a little child trying to understand the power of God. In Sabbath School, we had the opportunity to share the love of Jesus with her, and she was so eager to learn. With the Lord’s help, she might possibly be the next little missionary in that town.
I look forward to the opportunity to teach the Ama children about Jesus’ love. What a blessing it will be when the Ama children begin sharing their songs and memory verses with their parents and family members.
If you have always wanted to be a missionary, this is your chance. You may not be able to travel to other lands personally, but you can join us and experience the joy of little hearts turning to Jesus. Your prayers and monthly support will help us reach Ama children. —Pam Lello
A little girl, about seven years old, attended Sabbath School for the first time. She was bright and had many questions. During prayer time, she requested prayer for her sick daddy who smoked. “I know that if I can find a Bible and sneak it under his pillow at night, he will get better,” she said. What a beautiful example of a little child trying to understand the power of God. In Sabbath School, we had the opportunity to share the love of Jesus with her, and she was so eager to learn. With the Lord’s help, she might possibly be the next little missionary in that town.
I look forward to the opportunity to teach the Ama children about Jesus’ love. What a blessing it will be when the Ama children begin sharing their songs and memory verses with their parents and family members.
If you have always wanted to be a missionary, this is your chance. You may not be able to travel to other lands personally, but you can join us and experience the joy of little hearts turning to Jesus. Your prayers and monthly support will help us reach Ama children. —Pam Lello
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
In Training: June 2011
When I was a child, my parents began working as literature evangelists to
support our family and pay for my father’s education at Princeton
Theological Seminary. My mother usually returned from canvassing after
my sister and I went to bed, but on some nights Dad allowed us to stay
up and wait for her.
The three of us would stand in front of the glass doors that led onto the veranda of our second-story apartment and watch the headlights of the cars that turned onto our road, hoping each one was Mom.
To pass time, we guessed how many cars would turn onto our road before Mom arrived. As the number of cars approached our guess, we watched with increasing interest, exclaiming, “Hey, those look like Mom’s headlights!” When Mom finally arrived, everyone would run to meet her shouting, “Mom’s home! Mom’s home!”
Why is it so important that we believe passionately in the nearness of Christ’s return? First, the nearness of His coming and the uncertainty of its exact day and hour motivate us to watch expectantly. Also, the great work that remains to be done forces us to pray for the impossible. Jesus said, “The harvest truly is great, but the laborers are few: pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he would send forth laborers into his harvest.”
If you, like Christ, are touched by the unreached masses of our time, pray the Lord of the harvest that He will send forth a host of laborers to the peoples of remote lands, hostile cultures and closed countries. Pray for the impossible and unlock the power of God.—John Lello
The three of us would stand in front of the glass doors that led onto the veranda of our second-story apartment and watch the headlights of the cars that turned onto our road, hoping each one was Mom.
To pass time, we guessed how many cars would turn onto our road before Mom arrived. As the number of cars approached our guess, we watched with increasing interest, exclaiming, “Hey, those look like Mom’s headlights!” When Mom finally arrived, everyone would run to meet her shouting, “Mom’s home! Mom’s home!”
Why is it so important that we believe passionately in the nearness of Christ’s return? First, the nearness of His coming and the uncertainty of its exact day and hour motivate us to watch expectantly. Also, the great work that remains to be done forces us to pray for the impossible. Jesus said, “The harvest truly is great, but the laborers are few: pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he would send forth laborers into his harvest.”
If you, like Christ, are touched by the unreached masses of our time, pray the Lord of the harvest that He will send forth a host of laborers to the peoples of remote lands, hostile cultures and closed countries. Pray for the impossible and unlock the power of God.—John Lello
Sunday, May 1, 2011
In Training: Will You?
Will You?
Not that long ago, a dear brother in Christ testified powerfully to me of his belief and joy in the nearness of Christ’s second coming. In the midst of our study of Daniel and Revelation and current events, he enthusiastically exclaimed, “He’s coming! He’s coming soon! I can’t wait!”
My brother’s joy was positively infectious, and I couldn’t help but join him in praise. But afterward I wondered about my own experience. Did I really believe in the nearness of Jesus’ coming like my friend does? The question drove me to the scriptures, and this is my testimony.
Yes, I really do believe in Jesus’ soon return! History is populated with accounts of precisely fulfilled prophecies all progressing inexorably toward one final event, the only major prophecy yet to be fulfilled.
In addition, Matthew 24:5-7 predicts spiritual deceptions, wars, rumors of war and natural disasters increasing in frequency and intensity as the pain of a women giving birth. These things have always existed, but never have they flashed across the headlines with such rapidity and severity.
Finally, the outpouring of the latter rain promised in James 5:7-8 is beginning to fall. In small churches and large centers of worship, prayer meetings are packed, people are experiencing revival and hundreds are dedicating themselves to the completion of the Gospel Commission. God is pouring out His Spirit upon His church.
Yet one question remains: will you and I receive His Spirit? Will we experience revival and reformation? Will we swell the number of those who will speed this last warning to the ends of the world? We can if we will. Jesus’ message to His church today is, “Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me” (Rev. 3:20).—John Lello
Not that long ago, a dear brother in Christ testified powerfully to me of his belief and joy in the nearness of Christ’s second coming. In the midst of our study of Daniel and Revelation and current events, he enthusiastically exclaimed, “He’s coming! He’s coming soon! I can’t wait!”
My brother’s joy was positively infectious, and I couldn’t help but join him in praise. But afterward I wondered about my own experience. Did I really believe in the nearness of Jesus’ coming like my friend does? The question drove me to the scriptures, and this is my testimony.
Yes, I really do believe in Jesus’ soon return! History is populated with accounts of precisely fulfilled prophecies all progressing inexorably toward one final event, the only major prophecy yet to be fulfilled.
In addition, Matthew 24:5-7 predicts spiritual deceptions, wars, rumors of war and natural disasters increasing in frequency and intensity as the pain of a women giving birth. These things have always existed, but never have they flashed across the headlines with such rapidity and severity.
Finally, the outpouring of the latter rain promised in James 5:7-8 is beginning to fall. In small churches and large centers of worship, prayer meetings are packed, people are experiencing revival and hundreds are dedicating themselves to the completion of the Gospel Commission. God is pouring out His Spirit upon His church.
Yet one question remains: will you and I receive His Spirit? Will we experience revival and reformation? Will we swell the number of those who will speed this last warning to the ends of the world? We can if we will. Jesus’ message to His church today is, “Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me” (Rev. 3:20).—John Lello
Friday, April 1, 2011
In Training: April 2011
Being Salt
There is perhaps no pain like that of parents who first realize their newborn child suffers from a life threatening or debilitating birth defect. This experience is all too common among the people of the upper Sepik River. The leading cause of their tragic birth defects is a lack of iodine in the diets of expectant mothers. This results in mentally retarded and physically deformed children.
One solution to this problem is to introduce iodized salt into the diets of potential and expectant mothers. This simple substance we take for granted provides the traces of iodine that are crucial to the development of healthy babies. It can even prove to be the difference between life and death.
When Jesus said, “Ye are the salt of the earth,” He was calling us to make a difference, to be His love to a hurting world and to live His righteousness in the midst of sin. When we allow Him to live in us, we, like salt, prevent corruption, add flavor, promote health and even give life.
God also grieves for His deformed children, and He is calling you and me to be salt in their lives. Why not let God sprinkle you into someone’s life? Please pray that He will make my family and me His salt to the Ama. —John Lello
There is perhaps no pain like that of parents who first realize their newborn child suffers from a life threatening or debilitating birth defect. This experience is all too common among the people of the upper Sepik River. The leading cause of their tragic birth defects is a lack of iodine in the diets of expectant mothers. This results in mentally retarded and physically deformed children.
One solution to this problem is to introduce iodized salt into the diets of potential and expectant mothers. This simple substance we take for granted provides the traces of iodine that are crucial to the development of healthy babies. It can even prove to be the difference between life and death.
When Jesus said, “Ye are the salt of the earth,” He was calling us to make a difference, to be His love to a hurting world and to live His righteousness in the midst of sin. When we allow Him to live in us, we, like salt, prevent corruption, add flavor, promote health and even give life.
God also grieves for His deformed children, and He is calling you and me to be salt in their lives. Why not let God sprinkle you into someone’s life? Please pray that He will make my family and me His salt to the Ama. —John Lello
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
In Training: March 2011
Grace Begins
Since November 2009, our family has been inviting people to help us reach the Ama for Jesus. Now, by God’s grace, we earnestly hope to attend training this summer and launch soon after that. God has provided for us in every difficulty and, in doing so, has laid up for us a supply of faith and courage. Like us, if you sometimes find yourself financially, physically, emotionally or spiritually depleted, don’t lose hope. We are finding that when our strength runs out, God’s grace can begin.
Recently, God allowed us to experience in a small way a few of the difficulties that will impact our family in the mission field. After selling our home, we moved into a smaller building consisting of a main room, small office and very small bathroom. We began to understand what it will be like to live in close quarters. At about the same time, we went from two vehicles to one, leaving my wife and children at home with little opportunity to get out of the house and feeling a bit isolated.
Over time, these conditions, combined with additional pressures placed on our time and finances by our responsibilities as missionaries in training, began to take their toll in the form of frustration, shorter tempers and generally strained relationships. We knew we needed forgiveness and healing but seemed unable to find it.
Lying in bed one night after a contentious evening, I prayed, “God, if we can’t even love each other, how are we going to show Your love to the Ama people? Please help us love one another.” The next morning, God woke me up early and poured out a blessing of repentance, forgiveness and love that flowed out to my wife and family. He worked on Pam’s heart, too, and together we began the healing process.
We thank God for granting us a small preview of the difficulties we will face in the mission field and the way they exposed our weakness. We pray we will remember that when our strength runs out, God’s grace can begin. —John Lello
Since November 2009, our family has been inviting people to help us reach the Ama for Jesus. Now, by God’s grace, we earnestly hope to attend training this summer and launch soon after that. God has provided for us in every difficulty and, in doing so, has laid up for us a supply of faith and courage. Like us, if you sometimes find yourself financially, physically, emotionally or spiritually depleted, don’t lose hope. We are finding that when our strength runs out, God’s grace can begin.
Recently, God allowed us to experience in a small way a few of the difficulties that will impact our family in the mission field. After selling our home, we moved into a smaller building consisting of a main room, small office and very small bathroom. We began to understand what it will be like to live in close quarters. At about the same time, we went from two vehicles to one, leaving my wife and children at home with little opportunity to get out of the house and feeling a bit isolated.
Over time, these conditions, combined with additional pressures placed on our time and finances by our responsibilities as missionaries in training, began to take their toll in the form of frustration, shorter tempers and generally strained relationships. We knew we needed forgiveness and healing but seemed unable to find it.
Lying in bed one night after a contentious evening, I prayed, “God, if we can’t even love each other, how are we going to show Your love to the Ama people? Please help us love one another.” The next morning, God woke me up early and poured out a blessing of repentance, forgiveness and love that flowed out to my wife and family. He worked on Pam’s heart, too, and together we began the healing process.
We thank God for granting us a small preview of the difficulties we will face in the mission field and the way they exposed our weakness. We pray we will remember that when our strength runs out, God’s grace can begin. —John Lello
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
In Training: February 2011
Hello, my name is Abby. I’m nine, and my sister Alissa is seven. We live
in Kentucky, way out in the country. We love dolls, horses and our three
kitties, Love, Snowball and Mrs. White. Our mom and dad homeschool us.
We enjoy learning to read and doing math. In the summer, we like to swim
in the creek with our floaties and build forts in the woods.
Two years ago, my family and I went to Guyana. My dad dug a water line for the people of Purima and held meetings to tell them about Jesus. They were overjoyed to have water near their houses. Everyone pitched in and did the work. Every day after school, crowds of children swarmed the worksite and played with us.
One day as the kids gathered around us, my mother had a bright idea. She suggested we play Duck, Duck, Goose. Since they didn’t have ducks in their village, we played Chicken, Chicken, Rooster. When one of the smallest girls in the group got tagged to be the rooster, she couldn’t run fast enough to catch the girl who tagged her, and every time she tagged a new rooster, they tagged her before she got back to her spot. So the next time she tagged someone, mother picked her up, ran around the circle and plopped her down in the open spot.
I hope we can go to Papua New Guinea and show love to the people there just like we did to that little girl. If you would like to help me spread the Gospel to people far away in Papua New Guinea, please pray and ask God how He would like you to help us. —Abby Lello
Two years ago, my family and I went to Guyana. My dad dug a water line for the people of Purima and held meetings to tell them about Jesus. They were overjoyed to have water near their houses. Everyone pitched in and did the work. Every day after school, crowds of children swarmed the worksite and played with us.
One day as the kids gathered around us, my mother had a bright idea. She suggested we play Duck, Duck, Goose. Since they didn’t have ducks in their village, we played Chicken, Chicken, Rooster. When one of the smallest girls in the group got tagged to be the rooster, she couldn’t run fast enough to catch the girl who tagged her, and every time she tagged a new rooster, they tagged her before she got back to her spot. So the next time she tagged someone, mother picked her up, ran around the circle and plopped her down in the open spot.
I hope we can go to Papua New Guinea and show love to the people there just like we did to that little girl. If you would like to help me spread the Gospel to people far away in Papua New Guinea, please pray and ask God how He would like you to help us. —Abby Lello
Saturday, January 1, 2011
In Training: January 2011
Low clouds hung over the old New England farmhouse and barn as we
followed Joe’s truck into the barnyard. It was late autumn, and the
glory of the sugar maples, birches and poplars had surrendered to the
rain. Joe stopped his truck, opened the door and stepped out—tall,
roughhewn and strong just as I remembered him from Blue Mountain Academy
where we had worked together on the farm. As Joe strode over to greet
us, his three young boys, Matthew, Jacob and Caleb, tumbled out of the
truck and followed close behind, eager to meet us as well.
After hearty handshakes and introductions, Joe and I headed off in his truck to hitch up a cattle trailer, our kids raced off to the barn to do the chores and Pam took my father-in-law into the house to rest. When Joe and I returned ready to load the trailer, we were greeted by a wonderful sight. As Dad emerged from the house and began walking hesitantly toward us in the growing darkness, Matthew, Joe’s oldest son of eight years, brought him a cane, grasped his other hand and carefully led him toward us.
That same spontaneous spirit of kindness filled our visit with Joe’s family and pervaded our whole trip to Northern New England. It is the spirit that has attended us everywhere we have shared God’s calling to us, and we thank each of you for your kindness and support. You have opened your homes to us, at times even giving up your own beds, nourished us with good food and provided us with employment so we could meet our obligations. You have prayed for us, advised us, provided mission supplies and given sacrificially of your means. One day, you will hear the words, “Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.” —John Lello
After hearty handshakes and introductions, Joe and I headed off in his truck to hitch up a cattle trailer, our kids raced off to the barn to do the chores and Pam took my father-in-law into the house to rest. When Joe and I returned ready to load the trailer, we were greeted by a wonderful sight. As Dad emerged from the house and began walking hesitantly toward us in the growing darkness, Matthew, Joe’s oldest son of eight years, brought him a cane, grasped his other hand and carefully led him toward us.
That same spontaneous spirit of kindness filled our visit with Joe’s family and pervaded our whole trip to Northern New England. It is the spirit that has attended us everywhere we have shared God’s calling to us, and we thank each of you for your kindness and support. You have opened your homes to us, at times even giving up your own beds, nourished us with good food and provided us with employment so we could meet our obligations. You have prayed for us, advised us, provided mission supplies and given sacrificially of your means. One day, you will hear the words, “Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.” —John Lello
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