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

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

In Training: December 2010

When God sold our home last month, we faced a huge new challenge: renovating and relocating our family to a metal pole building that had once housed a neighbor’s jam business. We had three weeks to remodel the old kitchen, office and bathroom into our new home and move our belongings into the attached warehouse.

Our new living space lacked sufficient insulation in its walls and attic. It required new electrical service and several new circuits. It needed a new water meter, water line and completely new plumbing because its pipes had frozen. It also needed a wood stove and chimney to provide heat.

As we began the renovation, it seemed impossible to complete the work and pass the required inspections by our deadline. But we sent up a fervent prayer for help and began to work, praising God as He provided funds, energy, subcontractors and inspectors just when we needed them.

As we neared completion, an obstacle arose. Our new electrical service and panel was installed, and everything had passed inspection. But when we called the power company only days before our deadline, they told us it would probably take 10 to 15 days to get connected.

A couple days later, with our deadline upon us, our youngest daughter, Alissa, sensed the urgency of our situation at the breakfast table and prayed a simple prayer for God to connect the power that day. A few hours later, the power company trucks rolled in, and the linemen made the connection. Soon after that, the inspector gave the final clearance, and we made our deadline. Praise God! He is so good!
—John Lello

In Training: November 2010

Even before we applied to AFM, my wife and I began to sense God’s spirit calling us to serve Him, and we decided to lay our home on the altar. Our little country homestead had been a wonderful place to live and raise our girls, but as we prayed for God to show us His will, we wanted to make ourselves completely available to answer His call. So, in September 2008, we listed our home with a realtor.

In February 2009, while serving on a mission project in Guyana, we learned of the need for a principal at the mission school in the local village. We prayed that if God wanted us to answer this call, He would cause someone to make an offer on our home before we returned. We returned home with great anticipation and asked our realtor if anyone had placed an offer, but no one had.

Disappointed but now sensing God’s call to foreign missions, we applied to AFM. A few months later, our realtor informed us of two offers on our home. After putting the matter before the Lord, we chose the stronger offer and made a counter offer, praying that if God wanted us to work with AFM, the buyers would counter at or above the amount we needed to be debt-free. The next day, they made a counter offer for the exact amount we needed.

We had our answer, but God had more to teach us. In the weeks that followed our buyers could not obtain financing. Disappointed again, we were faced with the choice of turning back or going forward. In November 2009, we chose to go forward and serve the Lord as AFM missionaries to Papua New Guinea.

Praise the Lord! I am glad to announce that God has sold our home. He led us to our own personal Red Sea and parted the waters. “Wait on the Lord: be of good courage, and He shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the Lord” (Ps. 27:14).
—John Lello

In Training: October 2010

One of the artifacts I use to illustrate the culture and beliefs of the people of Papua New Guinea is a 56-inch-long arrow. Like most arrows from the region, it is constructed from two pieces; a shaft made from a dried reed and a long, pointed head carved from hardwood and inserted into the shaft. Although it has no fletching, the arrow remains stable in flight because the light shaft naturally follows the heavier head allowing the skilled warrior or hunter to kill with accuracy and precision.

This weapon is remarkable not just for its functionality but also its artistry. The head is intricately carved and painted with spiritually significant markings. With these markings, the craftsman calls upon nature spirits and ancestors to empower the arrow to kill.

The Bible also tells of spiritually significant marks, but how wonderfully different they are from the marks on my arrow. Instead of hatred, they communicate love. Instead of death, they bring life. They were carved into the hands, feet and side of our Savior, and for time and eternity their beauty will draw us to Him.

Dear friend, won’t you help us explain those marks to our Ama people? Won’t you help us introduce them to Jesus? Through your prayers and support, God has already provided more than three quarters of our launching funds. We thank you for your faithfulness. Our prayer now is for more Christian brothers and sisters who will begin a monthly financial commitment to our mission. If God is working on your heart, let Him guide you. I am confident that, as you listen to Him, God will provide the remaining funds needed for us to launch to Papua New Guinea as well as the ongoing support we need to carry His work forward among the Ama.
—John Lello

In Training: September 2010

Recently, my family and I discovered a method of systematic giving that we thoroughly enjoy and would like to recommend to you. We decided to invest some family time each week in a small business venture and give the profits to missions. Our girls, Abby and Alissa, love to help in the kitchen, so “Mission Muffins” was a natural choice.

Our business plan is simple. Each Sunday, the girls and I drive into town and purchase ingredients for three or four batches of muffins while mom gets some well deserved down time. It’s a special time for my girls and me. Abby and Alissa enjoy pushing the grocery cart, selecting the ingredients, and paying the cashier, and I just enjoy being with them. On the way home, we often stop and play together at a park.

In the evening, the whole family mixes up the muffins, bakes them and wraps them in cellophane and ribbons. Monday morning, we take them to businesses in our little town where the girls offer them to the employees for a suggested donation of $0.75 to $1.50. Each muffin costs us approximately $0.50, so on average we expect to earn about $0.50 per muffin or about $18 to $24 a week, which adds up to a healthy monthly contribution of $72 to $96.

Naturally, we hope the Lord impresses your family to support our mission through a business venture of your own. Your plan will need to fit your family’s situation and interests, but we suggest you maintain three key elements. First, before you do anything, ask the Lord to guide your plans and bless your efforts. Second, make a plan that draws your family together around a common interest. Third, tell your clients the purpose of your business. This will provide opportunities for witnessing and allow you to introduce our mission to them.

Please pray for “Mission Muffins” and be sure to write and let us know of your own mission businesses so we can pray for you, too.
—John Lello

In Training: August 2010

The child lying next to Kelli in the dugout canoe convulsed as another seizure racked his small body. “Come on, let’s keep going!” she yelled to the pilot of the canoe and the boy’s parents over the noise of the outboard motor. In a desperate whisper, she added, “Oh God, let him live!” If they could just get him to the airstrip, he had a chance.

Since arriving in the remote upper reaches of Papua New Guinea’s Sepik River valley, Kelli, a young AFM missionary nurse, had struggled with the overwhelming task of singlehandedly running the May River medical clinic. On call 24 hours a day, seven days a week, she had faced a barrage of wounds, problem pregnancies and unfamiliar tropical diseases. How much longer could she go on like this?

The seizure ended. The little boy’s breathing stopped, and his pulse weakened. Kelli struggled awkwardly to reposition herself in the canoe and began rescue breathing. Not knowing what Kelli was doing, the boy’s parents became agitated. She checked his pulse again. It was gone. She added chest compressions. Now distraught, the boy’s parents begged her to stop. “He is dead! Let’s go back. Let’s go back!” Unwilling to admit failure, Kelli continued CPR for a time before slumping over her lifeless little patient exhausted, drained and defeated.

Now in the full grip of grief and despair, the boy’s parents broke into an awful wailing chant, swinging their arms up and down and banging them against the sides of the dugout canoe in an effort to exorcise their pain and express to the spirit of their son how sorry they were.

There on that jungle river, Kelli felt an overwhelming weight of suffering and death pressing down and threatening to crush her, an experience shared by many missionaries before her and likely to be shared by those who walk in her footsteps.

But let us remember that Christ has already drained the cup of suffering and death and has risen victorious. We stand on the threshold of a time when we will say, “O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?” Please help us bring this message to the Ama people.
—John Lello