Our Journey began November 1992, Part One December 10-14
I'll come up with a title to this at some point, right now, there just isn't anything that fits! So, I'll just begin!
Over the course of the last 15 years people have said, "You should write a book". Well, that's a whole lot easier said than done! Those who write books know this from experience. I'm not one of those people. SO! I decided I would just start now and begin to journal it through this blog! Let's just see where it goes from here.
Part One:
The journey of being pastors of a wonderful congregation of people in Cocoa, Florida to starting a whole new ministry among the Native Americans in South Dakota actually during a missions trip Tim took in May of 1992. You would have to know Tim ''intimately'' to know he keeps most of what he is thinking and feeling to himself! So when he returned from the missions trip I had NO idea God had begun to speak to his heart about missions. We had just completed building a beautiful new facility and had a congregation who loved us very much! I, for one, was extremely happy and content where we were and doing what we were doing. After all, our son, daughter & grand daughter were there close to us and all was going and growing very well.
During a Sunday night service, actually, the Sunday night following Thanksgiving 1992, we had a missionary friend Dennis Preston scheduled to share his missions story. But before Dennis began sharing about his and Martha's new ministry as Assembly of God Home Missionaries to the Native Americans, he got side tracked telling us of a place called "Pine Ridge Reservation" in South Dakota. It was a tale of poverty, depression, murder, suicide, desperate for the Gospel of Jesus Christ to be shared and on and on and on. The fact that the Assemblies of God had tried to get a missionary on Pine Ridge for over forty years. A sad situation to be sure; but there are many of those stories told by many and most all Missionaries when they share in your services. The service was a good service. I enjoyed it as I did ''most'' all our services. We cried with through the stories and laughed at Dennis humor and had a good night blessing him and ready to send him on his journey. As we usually did following a service with visiting ministers, we took Dennis to eat following the service. I could actually take you to the exact spot at the Village Inn in Titusville, Florida where we were sitting enjoying a nice meal, Tim, myself and Dennis. During the conversation between Dennis and Tim, as I sat eating minding my own business and letting them talk, Dennis stopped, looked at Tim and said, "Pastor, you sound like you might be interested in Pine Ridge". And to my shear SHOCK I heard Tim reply "I think I am". To this I stopped, looked at him and asked, "You think you am WHAT"? He looked at me and said we would talk about it later!
To be continued.....
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