Wednesday, July 06, 2005
From the Field -- 7 - from Ken
From: Ken
Sent: Wednesday, July 06, 2005 3:30 AM
Subject: From the Field -- 7
It's funny what you think of when you've been away from home and everything familiar for awhile.
Art says his first evening home, he's going to buy him a gallon of ice cream, a bag of patato chips, and watch a movie on TV.
Debbie says she just wants to take a shower and not worry about whether her mouth is open or not.
Gary says he is dreaming about a big tall glass of cold milk and hugging his grandchild.
I say, "Amen to that, brother." Please, dear, no mashed potatoes for awhile -- say the next forty or fifty years. No meat patties of unknown origin either.
We are winding down to a precious few hours. We had our last opportunity to preach the message of salvation to the pensioners today. What a wonderful feeling of leaving with the memory of all the smiles and the many kind words. There were a few ladies who had been to hear the message three and four times. I wish I had a tape recorder to remember all the kind words they wanted me to pass along to our sponsors in America. One person wanted me to tell "everyone" in America that she loved them. I'll begin by passing the word on to you. I'll tell everyone else when I get back in the good old U.S.ofA.
We have two more Bible studies on Wednesday and Friday.
By the way, the 4th of July doesn't get a very big play here in Southern Russia. Thanks to Debbie remembering to bring napkins with the flag displayed prominently on one flap, we had a mini-celebration. She gave out the napkins to many of our friends in the dining room, and we received a few Happy Birthday America's and many smiles.
I understand from Vera that some of my e-mail from the Internet Cafe has not gotten through. Hope this one makes it.
All is well. No sickness. Spirits high (except around mashed potato time).
Love from where the sun shines while you sleep,
Ken
Sent: Wednesday, July 06, 2005 3:30 AM
Subject: From the Field -- 7
It's funny what you think of when you've been away from home and everything familiar for awhile.
Art says his first evening home, he's going to buy him a gallon of ice cream, a bag of patato chips, and watch a movie on TV.
Debbie says she just wants to take a shower and not worry about whether her mouth is open or not.
Gary says he is dreaming about a big tall glass of cold milk and hugging his grandchild.
I say, "Amen to that, brother." Please, dear, no mashed potatoes for awhile -- say the next forty or fifty years. No meat patties of unknown origin either.
We are winding down to a precious few hours. We had our last opportunity to preach the message of salvation to the pensioners today. What a wonderful feeling of leaving with the memory of all the smiles and the many kind words. There were a few ladies who had been to hear the message three and four times. I wish I had a tape recorder to remember all the kind words they wanted me to pass along to our sponsors in America. One person wanted me to tell "everyone" in America that she loved them. I'll begin by passing the word on to you. I'll tell everyone else when I get back in the good old U.S.ofA.
We have two more Bible studies on Wednesday and Friday.
By the way, the 4th of July doesn't get a very big play here in Southern Russia. Thanks to Debbie remembering to bring napkins with the flag displayed prominently on one flap, we had a mini-celebration. She gave out the napkins to many of our friends in the dining room, and we received a few Happy Birthday America's and many smiles.
I understand from Vera that some of my e-mail from the Internet Cafe has not gotten through. Hope this one makes it.
All is well. No sickness. Spirits high (except around mashed potato time).
Love from where the sun shines while you sleep,
Ken
