Ankle aftermath 

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How to break an ankleOn April 16, 2015, I (Gene) injured my left ankle while helping install insulation on 30-foot tanks at an adhesive company in Simpsonville, SC. First diagnosed as a bad sprain, we later found I had torn all the tendons and sustained an impact bruise on the top of the ankle bone. After a year of physical therapy with minimal relief, it was on to surgery on June 28, 2016. The orthopedist found what three MRIs and 2 x-rays didn’t: I had indeed broken two ankle bones, crushed together and fused on their own with spurs all over.

Kid-decorated bandageNow in month 4 of a 6-12 month healing process and 20 sessions of physical therapy, I am down to one crutch and an ankle brace. Victory, but in small increments. When I was an AmeriCorps VISTA in Spartanburg, SC, a long time ago, my director at the Adult Learning Center, himself a retired textile executive, gave me a piece of wisdom which has proved true, “By small steps we’ll get there!”

Isaiah 63:7-17 – The Trinity

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Sharing sermon notes preached this past weekend at Happy Trails Cowboy Church in Ware Place, SC.

The situation seemed hopeless. No one wanted to go there. It was a land of deep spiritual darkness and strong demonic forces. The high priests of witchcraft actually held more power over politics than the tribal kings. But there was one man who knew he was called to this land and this people, a runaway slave. In fact, he had fled enslavement by this very people group.
God had called him to this dark nation in an astonishing vision when he saw a man from that people group bringing him letters. The first one read, “We appeal to you, holy servant boy, to come home and walk among us.” That was all he could read. He was overcome, and he immediately made plans to take the Gospel to the very people who had enslaved him.
When this pioneer missionary arrived among this violent, rough people in the profound bondage of paganism, the name of Jesus had never been heard among them. Pat brought that message to them, energetically traveling all over the countryside, sharing the Gospel and preaching with courage. Bitter enemies undermined Pat’s message, and he received death threats regularly, especially from the highly educated priestly class who practiced black magic and controlled the kings.
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Liberia deja vu

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Eight years ago today I wrote the following on my other blog, Sunday in the South. I didn’t know it then, but we were in our final month pastoring our first church, Amis Chapel Baptist Church in Oak Hill, NC. We were in the midst of praying for direction with the church, but committed to love the people and teach the Bible there as long as we had breath. I was to resign on July 8, 2008, after the encouragement of friends during Discipleship Week at Ridgecrest, NC, a couple weeks after writing this post.
I see here in this old post the longing, the call to Liberia latent but growing as we sought the Lord on His direction for our lives.

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Global Impact Conference at First North Spartanburg

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Three PC grads: Amanda, Gene, and Jennifer Perry Scruggs

Three PC grads: Amanda, Gene, and Jennifer Perry Scruggs

We had a great weekend April 28-May 1 as one of the 17 missionary units at the Global Impact Conference at First Baptist Church, North Spartanburg, SC.

Our Mission conference table

Our table at the Global Impact Conference

God moved in many hearts during that weekend, and we saw many commitments to Christ regarding the Great Commission.

Luke reading

Luke reads to Spartanburg Christian Academy first graders

On Friday, we enjoyed doing a missions program for the first graders of Spartanburg Christian Academy located at First North.

On Saturday, Luke and I enjoyed shooting clays with the men’s ministry of First North at River Bend Resort north of Lake Bowen.

We also reconnected with a friend from Presbyterian College days, Jennifer Perry Scruggs, a member of First North.

Our mission table was right next to Global Gates' Brad Wall working in New York City. Enjoyed seeing him again.

With Global Gates’ Brad Wall working in New York City.

Imagine our pleasant surprise when we found the table next to us was manned by friend Brad Wall of Global Gates working in New York City. Enjoyed connecting with him again.

We had a great time with the FBNS men shooting clays. Luke is a better shot than his dad.

Luke is a better shot than his dad.

To God be the glory!

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Luke did well shooting clays as part of the Global Impact Conference

Luke did well shooting clays

Luke shooting

Luke shooting clays

 

Trauma Healing

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20160406_093842Last week I was privileged to be part of SIM USA‘s training in Bible-based Trauma Healing developed by the American Bible Society.

The training was held at Gordon-Conwell Theological Seminary’s Charlotte campus, and the forty-one attendees from all over the country and two other nations worked hard from 9am to 5pm Monday through Friday.

20160407_142412Bible-based trauma healing is a way for people to deal with heart wounds through the power of Scripture. I attended in preparation for Liberia, but it is useful here in North America as well.

Now a duly certified apprentice facilitator (which means I know enough to be dangerous!), I am looking forward to sitting in trauma healing sessions led by Liberian brothers and sisters in Christ to see what they emphasize and how they lead it.

The people at my table were an SIM USA staffer, a Mission to the World worker with refugees in Dallas, a Campus Crusade for Christ staffer from Orlando, the wife of a Navy chaplain, and a PC USA community health education worker in Ethiopia.

20160407_142504Here is a link for you to read more about Bible-based Trauma Healing: http://thi.americanbible.org/

Ankle surgery

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ocd-figure-5The orthopedic surgeon has recommended ankle surgery for Gene. Progress and healing has plateaued and a third MRI has provided objective evidence of chronic issues only fixable with surgery. The surgeon is going to perform the procedure in such a way that he will try his best not to break the leg bone. If so, the recovery time will obviously be shorter. We have been waiting for three weeks for word about a second opinion or a “go ahead” from the adjuster. Since this is a worker’s comp situation, a lot of time passes between steps which may (and probably will) affect our faith leave date of July 31. Pray with us that all these things will happen in the Lord’s timing and healing.

How they prayed for missions

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prayer-hands-01George Whitefield, the famous English evangelist, said, “O Lord, give me souls, or take my soul!”

Henry Martyn, a missionary to India’s Muslims, cried as he knelt on India’s coral strands, “Here let me burn out for God.

David Brainerd, missionary to the North American Indians in the early 18th century, prayed, “Lord, to Thee I dedicate myself, oh accept of me, and let me be Thine forever. Lord, I desire nothing else, I desire nothing more.” The last words in his diary written several days before he died were, “Oh come, Lord Jesus, come quickly. Amen.”

Thomas à Kempis, 1379-1471, said, “Give what Thou wilt, and how much Thou wilt, and when Thou wilt. Set me where Thou wilt and deal with me in all things as Thou wilt.”

Dwight L. Moody implored, “Use me then, my Savior, for whatever purpose and in whatever way Thou mayest require. Here is my poor heart, an empty vessel, fill it with Thy grace.”

Martin Luther prayed thus on the night preceding his appearance before the Diet of Worms: “Do Thou, my God, stand by me against all the world’s wisdom and reason. Oh, do it, Thou must do it. Stand by me, Thou true, eternal God!”

Praying Hyde,” a missionary in India, pleaded, “Father, give me these souls, or I die.”

Mama Feeta

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Mother Feeta with some of her children in 2003

On my first trip to Liberia, West Africa, with Campus Crusade for Christ in 2003, I had the privilege of meeting a remarkable woman named Feeta Namien. Mama Feeta leads an orphanage in the center of the country near Gbarnga, but when I met her in 2003, she was a squatter just outside of Monrovia with about 85 children, displaced by war. Mama Feeta hadn’t planned to head an orphanage. She had sort of inherited about 45 newly orphaned children in the middle of the night in 1994 when she was hiding in the bush while a military group burned her village.

A soldier found her lying still in the bush outside the village, hiding. He rolled her over and told her to take the children whose parents had just been executed. First she said, “They are not my children. I can’t take them.”

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“A God-blessed van”

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English: Hudson Taylor.

Hudson Taylor

Hudson Taylor famously said, “God’s work done in God’s way never lacks God’s supply.” Our 1998 Ford Expedition has been costing on average $500 per month for repairs for several months, and it was already too small for our family since our precious little Caroline came this past July.

At the end of December, I stopped by our mechanic’s and asked him what the new sound coming from under the hood could be and how much would it cost. He fixed it, but there was another problem that was a matter of time before it would put us on the side of the road. The new problem would be at least an $800 fix.

He sat down, took a long look at me, and for the second time in the last six months said, “Gene, please find your family something else. I can send you to a friend at a dealership.” This time I obeyed him thinking that when your own mechanic tells you to buy a new car, it must really be time. At the dealership, the salesman had no inventory available for 12-15 passenger vans. We needed to find something, so I even tried driving a van for sale by a church, but it was a 1991 and had not been driven for two years. Even the seats were moldy. I couldn’t bring myself to put my family in it. The kind of transportation we needed was not easy to find. Twelve or fifteen passenger vans are not exactly high volume sellers.

vanThe push was, we had our first big trip in some time coming up in mid-January to invite people to join our team on this God-sized mission to Liberia. We knew our Expedition couldn’t handle it, and the thought of being on the side of I-95 with seven scared kids made my stomach turn. Our Expedition’s reliability was already so poor that Amanda and I high-fived with a “Thank you, Lord” every time we made it to the grocery store, church, or home. Our other car had already been parked for a month awaiting for God’s provision for its repair. Yet still we were sure it was probably unwise to finance a van when we were headed to the mission field.

Then we called CarMax in Greenville, SC, on New Years Day to see if they were open. The sales person found something that was much better than anything we would have chosen for ourselves: a 2014 Ford E-350 12 passenger van. It was in Gastonia, NC, so the sales person initiated a transfer. We were excited, but a down payment was needed, and time was running out with trips close on the horizon to Columbia, then to the Florence area in SC and the Fayetteville area of NC.

So what did we do? We did what we could. We followed the Hudson Taylor method. We prayed for provision, and we asked our intercessors and those we talked with to pray with us for wisdom and provision. And we waited. If there’s anything we have learned in this journey, it is that the Lord is always on time, but He is rarely if ever early. There is a reason for that. It exercises and strengthens our trust in a God of good character. So we kept praying and kept waiting. We had excited hope at first as we prayed, then waning hope, then that hope would return.

Family with the van

Family with the van

On Thursday evening, a farmer called and asked me to meet him the next morning to pick up a check. It was for the amount we needed for a down payment! We drove down to Little Mountain, SC, picked up the check, returned to CarMax in Greenville, took ownership of the new van, drove it home, packed our luggage, and headed to Columbia to speak at the SC Campers on Mission annual meeting on Saturday morning. That is God’s timing!

To those of you who prayed with us for this need, thank you for your prayers. And about that hesitancy to finance a car when we are on our way to the mission field? We already have two parties interested in buying the van from us when we leave for West Africa. In the meantime, the payment is much less than we have been spending on repairs to the old SUV. He has provided safe transportation for us to go about His work in preparing for Liberia. He is indeed a good, good Father.

As our Rachel (age 9) sat in the van on our test drive, she told me, “Daddy, I feel safe in this car.”

Ava-Grace was jubilant on the way home from our ministry event in Columbia, “Daddy,” she said, “This is a super, awesome, amazing, God-blessed van!” Yes, darling, it sure is.