A red letter day! On that Thursday, about 2:30pm we finished the major exegetical check on the last book of the Nabak New Testament. Zumbek and Moses immediately started singing a Nabak praise song, drumming out the rhythm on the table. They had difficulty finishing the song because we choked up with tears of joy.
I'm sure such a milestone won't be reported in the newspapers but I think it's noted in heaven and among the angels. Join us in praising Him. There were times when I doubted that we'd ever get this far but
"Lord,
What's next? We'll check spelling, parallel passages, key terms (like holy, sin, eternal life, hope, kingdom of God, etc.) and read through the whole New Testament with Nabak church leaders. Also, we'll be preparing a glossary and a topical index and other helps to be included in the New Testament. So you see, we're not really through. Keep praying.
Typesetting will start January 10, 1998 and the dedication services in the Nabak villages are scheduled for mid-98. Is this exciting, or what!
Next week-end we're planning a little coffee-cake hour to celebrate with our co-workers here at Ukarumpa. It will be fun to thank them for their great support. I wish you could join us. Some of you were with us when we first came to Papua New Guinea in 1969. Others of you joined in supporting us at various stages of the project. All of you know that at times I was ready to quit. (Remind me to tell you some time why I didn't!) Thank you, thank you, thank you for doubling your prayer efforts, for keeping the finances rolling in and for writing even when I called time out. I couldn't imagine a better team than you.
With love to you and praise to Him,
Grace Fabian
Dear Friends, I received this email from a friend (Jody Norris) who is teaching Math at Ukarumpa High School in Papua New Guinea. Thought you'd be interestedin knowing this news, if you don't already. Dietlinde Fabian Warning: it's long and prayer provoking!
Unfortunately I write with some serious concerns. Thank you so much to those of you who pray. I am thankful that we serve an Awesome God who is in total and complete control of EVERYTHING! He does allow things to happen, but His word is True; we can trust Him in every way and He Does work ALL things together for good (to those who love God and are called according to His purpose).In December just before school let out, one of my students and volleyball girls, Rachel, found out that her mother had advanced colon cancer and was given little time to live. Her parents are Bible translators. The family gives wonderful testimony as to how the Lord took care of everything, including Kathy's last wish to be able to see her first grandchild. She lived for 15 days after arriving in the states and they were able to have good Christmas and family time. Rachel and her father have returned to PNG. Rachel graduates in June and Terry, her father is continuing translation work.
Jutta, is another of my students and volleyball girls. She is from Germany and her parents are Bible translators with the Lutheran Mission. She is also a senior and a friend of Rachel's. She took Rachel's mom's situation very hard and really questioned God. Within a week she received news that her father was in a serious car accident, was in critical condition and was being evacuated to Australia. The Lord chose to save his life. Jutta is now back for school and gives testimony to how the Lord worked out many details including key medical people being in the right place at the right time.
On the plane from Ukarumpa to Port Moresby, PNG's capital, Jutta sat next to Kazuo Hashimoto, a Bible translator from Japan. He was very comforting to Jutta. He was on his way home for Christmas with his family especially to spend time with his unbelieving mother. After he was home for awhile he passed out, went into a coma and eventually died. We do not know what exactly happened. He had been a very healthy man. His wife plans to return to PNG with the family and continue the translation. I taught the daughter, Kotoha, last year and will have the son, Yosuke this year.
During this same time period, a prominent national Christian leader in PNG required emergency brain surgery. He received it in Australia and has recovered nicely and returned to PNG.
Also during this time, Bible transtator David Ingraham was out in the village with his family, when he started to experience stroke-like symptoms. He eventually passed out and was evacuated to Australia. Our medical personnel did not think he was going to live. His four small children waved good-bye to their daddy, believing that they would not see him again. They never did figure out exactly what had happened, but he recovered without explanation. He did have to go through some therapy in being able to walk again. He is now back at Ukarumpa and doing well.
Stellan Lindrud - yes, another Bible translator, this time from Sweden - was in the village when he became extremely ill. I think it was complications with malaria. There was question as to whether he would make it. He eventually started to improve and is now back at Ukarumpa. Wed of this past week he walked outside for the first time. Their son Jarl was one of my AP students in '95. I've also taught their children Lennart and Stina in the last 2 years and Stina is another one of my volleyball girls.
Security wise, things have been pretty quiet for a good while. Three weekends ago, 7 new girls (my age) and a family were held up at gunpoint by three men. It was the girls' third night in Ukarumpa.
A couple weeks ago one of our pilots had to make an emergency landing. Something was wrong with the plane. When the engine was later inspected a hairline crack was found somewhere. God was gracious, and noone was hurt. According to aviation, this is very unusual.
Kwan Poh San is a Bible translator from Singapore who my roommate Glenda works with. Glenda helps with literacy. Poh San had a severe asthma attack Thursday night and was still too critical to evacuate yesterday afternoon. She did eventually stablize enough for the flight and we received word last night that she was in intensive care and in critical condition in Australia.
While the pilot was overnighting in Australia, his wife and young children were held up in their home. A couple walking home past the house were also held up and accosted by the men.
While the pilot was overnighting in Australia, his wife and young children were held up in their home. A couple walking home past the house were also held up and accosted by the men.
It is exciting that so much good is being done here. It is obvious to me that Satan is trying to discourage the Lord's work in this country. Eleven New Testaments are scheduled to be completed and distributed in the last half of this year.
The Manum New Testament, SIL's 100th translation in PNG, was scheduled to be distributed in December of '96. Manum is a volcanic island off the north coast of PNG. Within 2 hours of the New Testaments landing on the island, the volcano errupted. Half of the island has been destroyed. Please pray for the Manum people and that God's word would go forth despite the enemy's efforts to thwart it.
The high school is very much in need of teachers. Five translators and two literacy workers have been pulled from their programs to help fill the gaps. Please pray that the Lord would send the needed teachers so individuals can return to their primary work assignments.
We are in the midst of a battle - "For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms." Eph 6:12 Please pray for His protection and peace, for His covering over this place and that His work would continue.
We had 3 girls from the National High School come for lunch today. Each one shared how SIL has impacted their lives and villages. Knowing some of what has been going on, they encouraged us to continue in our work and not let Satan scare us away. These were 16-17 year old girls (top 10% academically in the country). A timely encouragement.
I am thankful for the opportunity to be here. I know it is where I am to be at this time, and thus, it is the safest place for me to be. Thank you for your part in allowing me to be here and for your prayers which provide my spiritual covering. Thank you for taking the time to read. I pray for Jesus' protection over you and that you would continue to grow in Him.
I really expected to start the final, major check on I Cor today (Dec 9) but Sisi was delayed so we have postponed that for a day or so. I'm happy for the extra time to write letters which, along with painting, is one of my favorite pasttimes.
When we finish this check on I Cor (handwritten note states "It's finished") there remains only 5.9% of the Nabak New Testament to check. Following that we will be regularizing key terms, comparing parallel passages, writing other supplemental information (to include in the N.T. and preparing for typesetting. Pray that I will persevere right to the end. It doesn't get easier. I am constantly encouraged by verses like:
It is wonderfully strengthening to be able to get on with this service in the confidence that the baby born at the first Christmas is also the sovereign Master of history, the triumphant Lord who declared, "I will build my church."
This will be my last letter to you in 1996 so let me say that I thank the Lord for bringing you into our lives to bless us.
Grace
Dear friends,
Are you ready? Another fascinating letter from the Fabians! Some of you write and ask what it is we do over here. We'd like to share with you what a typical day is like for us here at Ukarumpa.
Jonathan is laying out a Nabak Bible study course - a series of forty lessons. [Newsletter included a sample page with Nabak alphabet that is not reproduceable here] He and Zumbek will be going to the village of Poom and eventually many other villages where the Nabak people will print their own books. These books will then be used in small Bible study groups. Pray that the Nabak people will dig into this and so grow closer to the Lord. Also pray that the life of Christ movie will continue to grip their hearts and change lives.
Amy is running back and forth after Isaiah (who is already crawling and climbing stairs) or Isaac (who thinks his name is 'grandson') or to the kitchen, clothesline etc. (Missionary or not, some things never change.)
Thank you for your involvement in our lives, giving and praying so we can be where God has sent us. We'd enjoy hearing how your days are going too.
Love
Grace, Jonathan, Amy
P.S. - I've set aside translation for a couple of weeks for our biennial conference. We've been in the country 40 years and many guests coming this week-end to see what we're about. Zumbek and I will be demonstrating translation checking. Zumbek has indicated that he wants to get into politics - elections next year - we won't be quite finished by then.
Dear friends, I just received this email and thought you'd be interested in it's contents. I enjoyed reading it and am inspired to pray. This is the total message as it was sent to me from one of my friends in Ukarumpa, Kirsten Bergman, who got the second part of the message from Brian Chapitis.
Luv Diets
On Tue, 17 Sep 1996 Kirsten_Bergman@sil.org wrote:Hello! I just got something over email that I thot you'd be interested in. As you know, security's been a big issue on our center here at Ukarumpa these past 2 years. The "rascals" (gangs of young PNG men who like to harass and steal from Papua New Guinians and expatriates alike) have gotten more daring and dangerous, with many carrying homemade guns or rifles. One of the most notorious rascals in our area has been Minimas, the man who shot 2 people on center a year ago June and who dares to break in KNOWING you're home. He's been jailed many times in the last few years, but always seems to know the right people and to be back "on the streets" again in no time. Many of us have been praying for Minimas and people like him, knowing that the Lord is the only answer to the growing law and order problems in this country. The following is an email from our neighbor who actually went to Minimas' village recently after being invited by the master rascal himself! Praise the Lord for these promising signs of His Holy Spirit at work! Thank you so much for your prayers. Don't stop now! :) Hope to see you in a few months.
Much love,
Kirsten
Dear Friends and Prayer Warriors,Recently I had the privilege to visit a remote village, Oraimpa, in the Kawaina Language Group. It was a significant visit and I want to share with you the praise and some prayer requests.
Reports from Christians in Ukarumpa village indicated that the notorious Minimas who formerly terrorized SIL and other areas of the Aiyura valley, including us, had reformed his ways. His female cousin, Aroto had met with Minimas and directly challenged him to get right with God. During that encounter she found out that he is reading the Pidgin (the trade language spoken here) Bible that he stole from our house last July. He requested that someone come to help him in his understanding of the Scriptures. This, of course, intrigued me greatly.
Meanwhile, another SIL couple was making plans to go to the same village andshow the "Jesus video". This couple had other friends from this village and there was concern about their lack of understanding of the Gospel. Originally I had planned to hike into the village (two days), but when I heard about this helicopter opportunity, I jumped at the chance to join the group. A date was set and then "tok saves" (announcements) went forth via numerous village network channels. Originally, we had planned to have a local pastor accompany us, but at the last minute, news from the village said that Minimas was worried about the possibility that we were bringing the police. He requested that we bring his mother or father with us, so that he would know it was safe. His mother accompanied us and easily directed the pilot over two major ridges and into he village of Oraimpa. We unloaded and were surrounded by hundreds of adults and children alike. Almost immediately, Minimas approached me in the crowd and introduced himself to me. Our eyes met and I recognized him despite his new beard. He introduced himself as "Minimas" and seemed genuinely pleased to see me again - the last time we met was inside my house over a year ago in his armed burglary!! Even before we got settled, he invited me to sleep overnight at his house. I accepted. (This was what I had been praying for). We had some time on our hands before nightfall and the video showing. Minimas invited me to visit his house and I was joined by two others in our group.
Minimas' place is picturesque, his house juts out the side of a mountain with panoramic back porch view of the valley. In a small open "common" area, we sat and talked for a while. Minimas seemed relaxed and began to show us many things. He came out of his house and proudly showed me "my" Pidgin Bible, "my" song book, and "my" Pidgin notebook that he had stolen before. Minimas told an interesting story about these items. He said that some younger ones had taken them, deemed them rubbish and thrown them out in the forest. Minimas was upset about this and found them again. He assured me that he has taken good care of these items and reads them regularly. He offered them back to me (which was a good sign to me), but they were items that I have replaced, so I offered them back to him to keep. This seemed to please him more.
As nightfall approached, we returned to the main village and set up the video equipment. Several villagers helped and there was a crowd already forming. There were around 300-400 hundred people present tho some played cards and gambled during the film.
After the video, the others in our group slept in a large house in the main village. Unfortunately they did not sleep well due to an all night "disco" that blared music until dawn. I went with Minimas and his family across the river and back to the hamlet. I had given food gifts (rice and canned meat) to Saren, Minimas' wife, and she had prepared a meal for all of us. This was a "gutpela sindaun" time (a time when all is going well, there is understanding and peace) and everyone was relaxed. After dinner, I opened my Bible and clearly presented the Gospel in many forms. For two hours we talked about aspects of the Father. I told Minimas that a Christian is one who "gives the entirety of his life to God in worship of Him". I can say that he has not made this step and so I would not consider him a true Christian, at this point. He was greatly interested in what I had to say, and later he told me that he was close to tears at one point. I think he is listening to every word that he can get about God the Father, through Jesus. Minimas and I talked about many things, of course. He is basically a reformed criminal in that he claims to have stopped his activities. He related a great testimony to me in a private moment: Many months ago he was angry and was assembling a small "army" of 106 hand picked individuals to go on a raiding party on some town. Then he said that in the middle of the night he heard a "voice" (I think he means a still, quiet voice inside himself), that told him he must give up this activity. He stopped his plans that night, and when he tried to start up again the next night, he heard the "voice" again. He dropped his plans completely from then on and evidently this was the turningpoint in his life of crime and he is "reformed" for the moment.
I share this testimony because I believe that this was God's answer to all the prayers of the saints in the Aiyura valley, and that God is indeed moving powerfully in this man's life! He claimed that stealing was a part of his nature from childhood and he would try to be better in the future. I told him that he will not succeed on his own strength but that he needed the power of Christ to enable him to ever succeed.
When I got sleepy around midnight, Minimas offered me his bedroom, off the back porch, and he spent the night in his normal walkabout activities. I challenged him in his lonely vigils (he stays up all night and sleeps from 10:00 to 2:00) to look at the stars and think (and pray) to God the Father. I slept in the same room with his guns. He assured me that I would be safe, and believing him (and trusting God), I slept very well that night and woke with the dawn. After a pleasant breakfast with his family, we hiked back to the main village to leave by helicopter back to Ukarumpa.
I was delighted to see Minimas. The trip really inspired me in my walk with God, so it has spiritual significance to me personally. I can see Minimas as a confused pilgrim looking for some answers to life, and I am privileged to be helping him along the way. There is a heart of forgiveness in me and peace about what happened to our house more than a year ago. To all these things I marvel at the goodness and protection of God.
Of particular note: Minimas said to me that he has conferred with Ukarumpa village residents and he normally noted which SIL houses had "good" people. He would normally leave them alone. He had not known that the house he chose to break into was "my" house. Had he known this he would have left me alone. Obviously God had other plans for Minimas. I know why he entered our house and stole the Bibles that "he just couldn't leave behind." Pretty exciting!
God is very good.
Sincerely yours,
Brian Chapaitis (our neighbor across the street whose house was broken into last June while I was home for Gina's wedding)
Everything here is fine. It's a very nice feeling to check off one book after another. In the last month we've checked and read through Revelation, Romans,Acts, 2 Corinthians and Colossians. I guess we are like horses who, when they realize they are close to home, start trotting faster and faster. This week we were going to start Eph, Phil, 2 Thess but Zumbek is not feeling well.
Better than seeing each book completed is the joy of hearing Zumbek pray using different phrases and thoughts from the verses recently translated. I, too, am often challenged by the word as I sit at the translation desk. Like recently when we read Romans 12:14, 'Bless those who persecute you...' There isn't a single word in Nabak meaning 'bless' so we have translated this verse, 'Pray that God will do only good to those who persecute you...' Immediately I felt a pang of conviction because some of my prayers for Kevin and others who have harassed us sound very vindictive. Right then I stopped and prayed God's on these men.
Some of our co-workers took these words to heart and yesterday went by helicopter to the village where a gang leader, Minamas, lives, and showed the Jesus movie. He watched the movie and Brian, one of the missionaries had a good conversation with him and gave a clear witness. The opposition had disco music going the whole time in an attempt to drown out the movie. Our people stayed overnight in the village, Brian at Minamas' house. This morning some drunks demanded to be take, along with their bags of coffee, by helicopter to the town. Our pilot was able to put talk them out of it and then they fell asleep so he took off without a problem. Pray that the seed sown in this difficult place will bear fruit. And continue to pray for wisdom for all of us as we live and work here trying to bring light and hope where law and order problems are rampant. There have been no more rocks.
Lest you think I spend every minute of my life at the translation desk I must tell you that yesterday I dusted off my sewing machine and enjoyed making a couple of chair covers. I go to aerobics twice a week and I'm an avid reader. I'm also listening to a series of messages on Revelation by D.A. Carson (EXCELLENT). And, of course, there are the special times of putting puzzles together, reading stories or rocking my grandchilden. I've introduced Isaac to so many people he tells people his name is 'grandson'. Isaiah is already crawling, climbing stairs and his first tooth is ready to pop out.
It is a special honor to be your correspondent from the front lines and God's servant to the Nabaks. Thank you for being God's hands in supplying our needs. We've received the shipping bills for our crates but we don't know when to expect them. Hi and love to everyone.
We arrived safely back to Ukarumpa with bags and baggage. I had a restful
layover in Sydney and Cairns. Jonathan and Amy
had a wonderful time with Jonathan's former classmate and wife in Sydney.
Now everything is unpacked and tomorrow I start work with Zumbek on translation.
We have set up a month by month program plan for having the Nabak
NT ready for typesetting November 1, 1998. We are happy that the situation
here is less tense than when we left. Isaac and Jonathan had bad colds
but are well now. Little Isaiah came down with bronchitis but is still
his cheerful self and improving with medication. We appreciated very much
the use of the parsonage while we were there. Kurt and Heidi arrived safely
to their jobs in Ohio and I've heard that Dietlinda is doing fine at Camp.
The good-byes were not easy but we all feel that this is the right place
for us now. Thank you for your prayers. I miss you. Thanks for keeping
in touch. Love, Grace et al.
It's June 1 and each day has its long list of things to do before I fly away on June 16. Jonathan and Amy's PNG visas did arrive--whew! The crates will go off this week then I can concentrate on packing my suitcases and moving out.
But moving is never just about visas and suitcases; it's about good-byes. Each furlough when the good-bye time comes the Lord is gracious to give me some insight from His word to comfort me and show me His perspective. The other evening, before I'd even asked, I was stopped short by Jesus' farewell to His mother in John 19.26. His was not a good-bye in an airport with luggage and ticket counters but I'm sure the emotions were similar-- tight throat and misty eyes. How could He go through the heartache of leaving his mother? One answer is that He had a mission.
So while there are painful good-byes here, I have a challenging job over there. My passion is to finish the Bible translation for the Nabak people.
It's scary because it's a big job; exciting because God has some very relevant words for the Nabaks.
Scary because I must tip-toe carefully in another culture; exciting because I will be forced to rely on God's strength.
Scary because there will be emergencies, misunderstandings...; exciting because God now has somebody there through whom He can pour out His love.
Scary because three of my children will be far away; exciting because the higher the price, the higher the return on the investment. (2 Cor. 9.6)
Good-bye. Write me,
Grace L. Fabian
I look across the crowded street where walks the mob, the poor, the sad, the driven hard, the Christless mob, and find that I must give a share... and so I do, with sympathy, and satisfied, I turned away. But what is this? This great high heap of cluttered things so large it blocks my view of heaven? is this the store that I have left? Then I must look and look again across the crowd, and never rest until the sum of what I give at least can balance what I keep. And this small share now let me use with gratitude, not as my own, and with no smothered, martyred air. God gave the world His only Son, and now the one He had to spare. -Gladys and Gordon DePree A BLADE OF GRASS
Most of you have heard the joyful news of little Isaiah's safe arrival (Jonathan and Amy's number 2). The other day I was cuddling him and Isaac sat beside me. "Would you like to hold the baby?" I asked. Isaac cupped his hands-as if the baby could fit into that little space! I immediately thought of the verse in Psalm 23, "my cup runneth over." We hold up our small cups and the Lord gives us an abundance.
Many times His overflow comes to us through you-like the Christmas tree at the ladies tea loaded with presents for us, the gifts to pay for my car, a vacation in Minnesota, Texas and Florida, not to mention your beautiful friendship and hospitality. How thankful we are for you and for the privilege of telling our testimonies in your homes and churches. May our challenge of a passion for God's kingdom worldwide make an eternal difference.
Another way the Lord fills my cup to overflowing is through my children. Dietlinde arrived back in December after two challenging and rewarding years of teaching missionary kids in Papua New Guinea. Now she's working on a master's degree in education (at SUNY-Binghamton) to meet N.Y. state requirements. She's a pretty squared-away young lady.
Heidi enjoys life as a freshman at Nyack College where she's majoring in youth ministries. On the side, she babysits, studies oboe and witnesses with the Brooklyn Gospel Team-one busy lady.
Kurt attends Broome Community College but will be transferring to Houghton College this fall. He and Jonathan enjoy working out at the gym. He's a perfect uncle for Isaac and Isaiah.
We continue speaking every weekend (and some weekdays) until we return to PNG in June. In between these engagements we need time for shopping and packing. Our PNG visa applications should be at the PNG Embassy by the time you receive this.
As I shift gears mentally for our return overseas I'm memorizing Psalm 18. Read it and you'll see why my faith is always strengthened as I ponder the Lord, my ROCK. Of course, this is one of the most precious blessings in our cup-turning to His Word for comfort. Won't it be special when the Nabak people of PNG have this pleasure also. For this reason we return. Between now and then please pray:
Dear friends-
Did you catch that first line on the front page?
JESUS...LIGHT OF THE WORLD
It's a beautiful thought, isn't it, that His wise and wonderful plan includes everyone in the world. That's why we went to Papua New Guinea. And I'm glad we did because it's a special privilege to see the Light dawning in the hearts of the Nabak people.
Some of you have heard our testimonies of how God is touching many people through the movie presentation of the life of Christ. Recently Zumbek wrote that people are eager to see the movie again. So keep praying that the Light will poke holes in their darkness.
But the Light is not just for them. During the dark times of my life I really appreciate the fact that He is the Light. Just because I sometimes feel like I'm "in the dark" (Psalm 27.1). Each year seems to reinforce my insight that life is a series of events designed to draw us closer to Jesus, the Light.
And it's a good time to thank you for your love, prayers and support, a triple blessing. Let me add hospitality to that list. In Hebrews 13 we are told to be hospitable because in so doing some have received angels unawares. We can't vouch for the guests - but God has certainly put "angels" among the hosts. We still believe that getting the Light out to the ends of the world is the most rewarding way of life anyone could ever have.
May thoughts of our Loving Saviour, the Light of the world, mix with
the music and sights of the season to give you hope in your darkness.
"The hopes and fears of all the years
are met in Thee tonight."
With our warmest love in Christ,
Grace & family
I had forgotten how beautiful it was. The pilot was so short that he had to pull himself up by the dashboard braces to see out the front window. I marveled that he could find his way through the maze of jungle-covered mountains. I thought of the many times in years past that we had waited at the Kasqnombe airstrip for a precious mail bag or fresh meat. In some ways it seemed that nothing had changed-dark-skinned children still frolicked ahead of us on the trail, the single slippery log still spanned the river and petite women still carried heavy loads. It is still a gorgeous area. In fact the mountains are so beautiful it hurts. The air is pure and the night-time sky breathtaking. But we had changed. Instead of four little children, four grownups stepped out of the plane, then precious Amy with my grandson Isaac. Instead of Edmund we brought his challenging biography written in Nabak by Zumbek. The people wept unashamedly with us.
I had been practicing for weeks for this hike but it took every bit of energy we had to keep one foot ahead of the other on those rugged, muddy trails, some quite treacherous. A poem by Amy Carmichael says it beautifully:
"Long is the way, and very steep the slope,As we hiked from village to village people gave us their best in every way-steaming bowls of wild sugar cane shoots dipped in spicy pandanus sauce, field corn, pumpkin leaves and of course, sweet potatoes. We slept on split-bamboo floors and showered in cold mountain streams. Isaac added many Nabaks to his list of admirers.
Strengthen me once again, O God of Hope.Far, very far, the summit doth appear:
But Thou art near my God, but Thou art near."
To make a long story short (and fit on this page), I must say that aching muscles were replaced by deep joy as people welcomed us warmly. One dear friend, Fuave, even came in the middle of the night to stir up our fire. People eagerly bought books. A leader in Sasawalen, a tiny village carved on the side of a mountain, said, "We never dreamed you'd ever come and visit our little place." In the evenings Jonathan set up the projector and showed the first Nabak movie-the life of Christ taken from the Gospel of Luke. Deep joy was changed to awe as we heard people wail while watching the scenes of the crucifixion of Christ. "Thank you, Lord," I whispered, "It's a privilege to have a wee part in what you're doing here."
Dear friends, I hope that in reading this story you are encouraged in your own mountain experiences. May you also be sustained by an ever deepening trust and rest in Him as you climb. You're not alone in the journey.
Affectionately,
Grace Fabian & family