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It was Christmas Eve, and seven of us were crowded into the cab of our red and white 1966 Chevy pickup truck. Dad was driving; Mom held baby Glenda; Ernie was next with Rhonda on his lap, and finally my oldest brother Ken with me on his lap. The heater was on, and we were all toasty warm.
I still remember my folks talking of Christmas and how our electricity was off. As we neared home, Dad said he would light some candles and start a fire in the fireplace. He told the rest of us to stay in the truck until we saw smoke coming from the chimney. Five minutes passed, then ten, and there was no smoke. Mom told Ken to keep us all in the truck as she went to check on Dad. Five more minutes went by, and Ken delegated to Ernie as he went inside. That only lasted about two minutes before we all headed into the house. There we found our parents with tears running down their cheeks as they reread a note from the local Adventist church on top of a box of toys lovingly selected for each of us children. There were also gifts for Mom and Dad, food, and a check for the electricity. This memory will always be with me, how God provided us such a wonderful homecoming that night so long ago. I think of this as Diane and I prepare to go to our new home. By the time you read this, we will already have arrived in Southeast Asia. We are continually amazed at how Jesus has led in the past, and we trust that He will provide for our needs as we live and serve among the unreached. Thank you for going with us through your prayers, love and financial support!
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