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Originally Posted by Sister Alvear
Brazil is a better country becuse of the UPCI...and I have never been to one of their conventions...but thousands of people know Jesus because of their missionaries and national preachers...I rejoice in that fact.
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Sis. Alvear,
I recall hearing that the UPC started as a ministerial fellowship and one
of the reasons for merging was for the furtherance of the gospel by the
means of foreign missions.
My late father was stationed in the Philippeans and in Japan during
WWII. He was a young husband and father of four, raised on a farm
and had never been to Dallas, Tx., only sixty miles away.
But God took that young man on a journey half way round the world,
serving on the front lines of battle for his country. While others carried
guns, he carried two medical bags and a New Testament in the top pocket
of his uniform jacket. He treated the wounded and helped carry the dead
off the front lines of battle. Came home to father seven more children,
seven sons and four daughters.
The last child was born in Feb. 1958, and in November of that same year,
he and his wife planted a new work in the community where they would
raise their eleven children. Today there is a thriving church where three
generations of their family take their families to worship on any given
service night or Sunday morning. There is a portion of scripture displayed
on the front of the building, "And his children shall have a place of refuge".
(Prov.14:26)
Later this year a celebration will mark 50 yrs. since it was planted.
I have wondered what would have happened if more men/women went
through real "boot camp" and served in real battle. I can almost assure you
that out of this last war will come some real men who have learned and seen
some things that will change their perspective of life forever. Perhaps some
will come home with a a "vision".
Dad came back with a burden for missions upon seeing the lost and dying
not only on the battlefield of war, but in those countries that were not as
blessed as the country he came from.
A son, Bro. Larry, also served on foreign soil in Viet Nam, and could proba-
bly relate to battle. Thank you, Brother, for your sacrifice for our country.
I love you! Many nights I sat at my piano and sang and wept as I prayed
for your safe return from the foreign field.
Another son became a home missionary to North Dakota. Just out of
Bible college, with a young wife, spent a few years there. Started a church
in their home. Struggled through some hard times, but there is a church in
Grafton, N.D. today. This brother, his wife and family, started another home
missions church, this time closer to home. The year (1995), after having a
kidney transplant, with a kidney given unselfishly from the daughter of
another brother, Bro. Larry, who was willing to give of her own body, for an
uncle who preached the gospel to others. She had been born on his birthday
fifteen years earlier.
In 1988, the year before Dad went Home, our church received the award
for "Third Place per capita giving" to Foreign Missions worldwide, in the UPC.
It wasn't the only award for Foreign Missions we were awarded. There was
sacrifices made because of a man's burden when he saw the lost souls of
humanity on foreign soil, albeit even enemy territory.
Dad will be gone 19 yrs. this Oct. He once told me,
"While it is not perfect,
the UPC is the best I've seen, and I looked for a long time".
When the fathers of our government began, it was much different from
what it is today,
yet it still is no doubt the best seen. When you have
imperfect humanity, whether it be a government or a religious organization.
it will not be perfect, but is it not the best we've seen! And how long have
you been looking for something better. Our families lives have not been made
better by human government or an organization, but because of the
obedience of those who preceded us. We are products or fruit of what
birthed and nurtured us. What produced us. We produce spiritual or fleshly
fruit. We sow to the flesh or to the Spirit.
Just some thoughts this beautiful Sunday evening in America. Without a
vision the people perish.
Blessings,
Falla39