Marsha's Blog

Well, I hope you're having a good day.  IF you get this email, you’ll probably be surprised.  Please don’t change into your church clothes, it’s not Sunday.  The reason you’re getting this early is that we fully expect to be without all the amenities we call ‘living’ within a few hours, so I thought I better send it while we still have the internet. As I'm writing this, we're preparing for a "Once-in-50-year" tropical cyclone (In the States we’d call it a hurricane).  It's lurking just offshore today, but all predictions say that in about 16 hours it’s going to take a hard right and slam into Brisbane, then turn south and clobber us here in Gold Coast. The authorities are saying not to panic, but if you live near the ocean, you might want to consider retreating into the Outback! (Oh, too late, they’re now saying we need to ‘shelter in place’ and wait it out).  I think we’ll be fine here, since we’re a couple of miles inland. Of course we DO live next to a floo...

 I'll never forget standing around after my Mom's funeral several years ago. I was talking to my (much younger) niece, and just to be cheeky, I reached down with grand gesture into my neckline and tucked the tissue I was holding into my bra.  The look on her face was priceless .... but to shorten her despair, I laughed and was quick to point out by saying, "As near as I can tell, I am now in the TOP generation that's still living, and therefore I claim the right to do jolly well as I please".  As I promised last week, today I want to share a story about another one of those miraculous meetings with Jesus.  Like myself, Tony is now part of the 'top generation' of his family, with the passing of his only living Uncle. His eulogy included the account of his passing, and it’s a story that simply must be shared. It was written by one of his daughters and I couldn't have said it better. She writes:  “So, here’s my perspective on “the story” of Dad’s relation...

 Many years ago in Japan, Tony used to minister to a group of young men in what was called a "bed school".  He had about 10 guys who he met with every week.  They were young adults who loved talking to foreigners about so many things, including Christ.   This “bed school”, as it was called, was built for the sole purpose of housing and caring for people who had been diagnosed with Muscular Dystrophy.  A little research will remind you that Muscular Dystrophy is mostly in the male population as well as being genetic and incurable even to this day.   Of course, they were wheelchair bound adults by the time Tony met them, but most of them had come into the facility when they were four or five years old.  Thankfully, now attitudes are changing in Japan, but in the last generation of so, any physical “abnormality” was not acceptable to society as a whole. To have just about any physical or mental defect meant that you were separated from public li...

 Good morning, Thanks for all your prayers and concerns from the last couple of weeks. I'm happy to announce that both Tony and I are MUCH recovered, both physically and emotionally. So today I want to talk about BLT sandwiches.  Yes, you heard right.  My son told us that his 15-yr-old came bounding in from school all excited. "Dad, I just discovered this amazing sandwich. It’s toast with slices of bacon, lettuce and tomato, and man, I think I could eat it 4 or 5 times a day!!" "Yes", my son said, "that's called a 'BLT' and it’s been around for generations."  Trying not to look too deflated that he hadn't 'discovered' it, he rolled his eyes and left the room. Now let me tell you what we've been doing in one of our Bible studies.  We have a new teacher (not Tony) and the other evening he had us all do a 'quiz' about the New Testament character known as “Barnabas". We've all heard about him, but how well did w...

 I think I have a problem. This morning as I checked the news, I got an alert to urgently pray for the missionary staff of a hospital located in the Goma and Northern Kivu region.  If you google that on a map, it's located in the "democratic" Republic of the Congo, (DRC) on the far eastern side near Uganda and Rwanda.  They're having a war, and the hospital has been cut off from everything, in a very dangerous situation.   It's sorta complicated, but let me try to explain my feelings here.  Tony and I spent about 15 hours trapped in an airport in Kinshasa with a 2-yr-old back in 1977.  The officials had 'confiscated' our passports.  They'd also (just for fun) locked the toilets, so we were 'stuck' in several ways.  We had a lot of time to pray.  Tony had been in the Congo a few years before and due to corrupt border guards was forced to buy the entire group a beer to get his car (and who knows what else) back.  Suffice it to say, we...

I read something interesting this week, although I must admit it wasn't in the Bible. In fact, it was an excerpt from a Charles Dickens book, "Mugby Junction". If you’ve come across any of Dickens’ stories, you know they all pretty much mirror his famous classic, “A Christmas Carol.” But I liked what he said in this book about families. It goes like this: "Family not only needs to consist of merely those with whom we share blood, but also of those to whom we'd give blood". Think with me for a second, okay? Who do we feel that we could actually “give blood" for? And I’m not talking about going down to the local blood bank. Is there anyone for whom you would give your life? Some of you might say to me, "Well, technically you don't have any family you share blood with except your sister, since your children are adopted.” But you know, I look at my two beautiful children who in the words of a friend, were not “expected”; they were “selected”.  It’s...

 Good Morning,  Today is Australia day, which looks a lot like America’s 4th of July Weekend, in that it’s the middle of summer here, it’s a 3-day weekend, and there’s lots of sports and barbeques going on. To add to the fun, we’re in the middle of a scorching heatwave.   As I watch the kids enjoying the pool (I’ve heard that 75% of all Australians have pools ), I have to remind myself that we are so glad to live here, even though it’s true that we'll always be immigrants (legal, of course as swimming an ocean is a rather difficult way to get to a border)  There are many similarities to America, which we love, and some quite different things as well, which we also love.  As dual citizens (passports for both countries), we’re subject to the rules and regulations for both countries, such as taxes and the like. But I'm not here to talk about that today. As I mentioned the heat this last week, I'm sitting in my office in front of the air conditioner, trying to ...

 Hello All, While reading my Bible lately, I’ve come across some new (to me, at least) thoughts that I want to share with you this morning.  I’m pretty sure you’ve heard enough about our adventures and woes lately.  I do want to assure you that the Kathmandu bug we brought home has been sent packing … although Tony’s doctor has been home sick since the day after he went to see him. Do you think ……? Naw. The new insights I’ve been thinking about have triggered something I heard in Sunday School once. It went something like, “Everyone in life has a purpose, even if it’s to serve as a bad example.”  I’m not sure if my Sunday School teacher was aware of it, but she was actually quoting from a fellow by the name of Carroll Bryant. He’s had a pretty checkered career, and I’ll stop short of recommending him, except to say that he’s credited for lots and lots of quotes, some of which are pretty quotable.  For instance, “Slap stick comedy is really funny.  Unless yo...

 Hello All,  Some of you may remember my blog from last week. Or,judging from the lack of responses, you haven’t had a chance to read it. Fair enough; so many are still reeling from The Holidays, after all, and maybe need a little holiday from everything.  Or maybe you simply felt like I did last week.  As I mentioned, this time last week, Tony and I were “sheltering in place” at our friends’ “beach house” for a few days.  It was absolutely perfect: no phone signal, no WiFi, and except for our friends, no one knew yet that we were actually back in Australia, or for that matter, where, exactly, we were. If “serenity”could be put into a picture, that was it.  But when I said the place was “perfect”, that’s exactly what I meant. As we stepped off the plane onto Australian soil, a little bug started knocking on our insides who had apparently accompanied us from Kathmandu. It’s a good thing it didn’t manifest while we were still in the terminal, or else we might...

 Good Morning and Happy New Year. I’m writing this a little early.  I’ll explain our schedule in a bit, but what Oswald Chambers mentioned in our devotional reading today, January 2nd, really resonated with us (as he often does). He said that we often think that to do something for God requires a plan.  To some extent this is true, but there’s also a case for (Oswald says) simply trusting God and following His lead. When we first mentioned going to this far Asian destination that I’ve been alluding lately to for security reasons, (and please, if you respond, keep the language safe),  so that Tony could share his discipleship course, many of our friends shook their heads and clicked their tongues.  Only a few said, “We’ll pray with you”, and for that we were very very thankful.   This month-long trip has been full of wonder; but also wondering a time or two if we were going to survive. And then worrying that we would survive, but it would be awkward. An...