ISSUE 25

VISITS No. 101,102,103,104,105,106

JANUARY 2010

Dear Teammates,

We have been blessed with tons and tons of apples, onions, and especially potatoes! How thankful we are for all this fine food to give to our Indian people along with the Bibles and preaching the Word of God. One Indian thanked me for the potatoes with deep emotion.

My mind went back to the days of my youth when potatoes were “spuds” or sometimes just “taters”. I thought of a little note I had read on taters. I quickly looked through my papers and found it to share with you. Hope you enjoy it.

TATER PEOPLE

Some people never seem motivated to participate, but are just content to watch while others do the work. They are called Speck Taters.

Some people never do anything to help, but are gifted at finding fault with the way others do the work. They are called Comment Taters.

Some people are very bossy and like to tell others what to do, but don’t want to soil their own hands. They are called Dick Taters.

Some people are always looking to cause problems. They are called Adgie Taters.

There are those who say they will help, but just never get around to actually doing the promised help. They are called Hezzi Taters.

Some people can put up a front and pretend to be someone they are not. They are called Imma Taters.

Then there are those who love others and are always prepared to stop and lend a helping hand. They bring real sunshine into the lives of others. They are called Sweet Taters.

-Marcy McClain

Issue #25 brings us all up to date reporting the outreach through January 2010. We now hope to make another report to you, Dear Teammates, the first part of March which will cover February’s activities. We hope, pray, and plan to keep up to date each month with pictures and accounts of the preceding months work. Thank you for your patience and loyal prayers and support.

Your old missionary brother,

Don Cline

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WHAT THEN?

When all the great plants of our cities have turned out their last finished work,

When the merchants have made their last bargain and dismissed the last tired clerk;

When the banks have raked in the last dollar and have paid out the last dividend,

When the Judge of the earth says, “Close for the night,” and asks for a balance – What then?

When the choir has sung its last anthem and the preacher has said his last prayer,

When the people have heard their last sermon and the sound has died out on the air;

When the Bible lies closed on the pulpit and the pews are all empty of men,

When each one stands facing his record and the great book is opened – What then?

When the actors have played their last drama and the mimic has made his last pun,

When the movies have flashed the last picture and the billboard displayed its last run;

When the crowds seeking pleasure have vanished and have gone into darkness again,

And the world that rejected its Savior is asked for a reason – What then?

When the bugle’s last call sinks in silence and the long marching columns stand still,

When the captain has given his last orders and they’ve captured the last fort and hill;

When the flag has been hauled from the masthead and the wounded afield have checked in,

When the trumpet of ages is sounded and we stand up before Him – What then?

When your life, friend, has run to a finish and the last you can do is then done,

When your work here on earth is all ended and eternity’s issues begun;

As you think of how long God has pleaded, of how Christ on the cross bore your sin,

And your soul stands there naked before Him, and the Father denies you – What then?

-Author Unknown