Picture 1: My teachers and some of my fellow students. This semester I’m in the advanced class with 5 other missionaries, and there are 17 students in total.

Picture 2:   I’ve enjoyed getting to know people at church through participating in the French choir.

I wasn’t called into missions while high on drugs…but that’s what I told everyone in my language class.  I meant to say I was called while on a trip to Burkina Faso, but apparently in French there is a distinct difference between being on a trip and in one.

At least this was an in-class mistake as opposed to a “real-world” one, although I’m not lacking in that type either.  One time at church a lady asked me how many children I have.  When I tried to say, “I don’t have any; I’m single,” the word celibataire came out célèbre, so I  actually told her, “I don’t have any…I’m famous.”

Unfortunately, not being  fluent isn’t always humorous.  Even going to stores, banks, and           restaurants is nerve-wracking without knowing if I’ll be able to communicate.  It’s even more difficult to build friendships when my vocabulary doesn’t go much deeper than the weather.  I start each day knowing I am going to fail numerous times and am constantly aware of how much less I can express than I could in English.  It tempts me to dread French, and by extension, to not want to love the people who speak it.

A quote from Augustine I heard at my French church made me realize that English can be an idol: "Idolatry is worshiping anything that ought to be used or using anything that ought to be worshiped."

English is really only a tool—to glorify by my words the only One worthy of worship—but when I cling to English and make it an idol, it’s like trying to build a house with only a screwdriver.  Even though I may not know how to use the hammer fluently, God still uses my efforts to glorify Him in French too.

I’m now in my last semester of language school, and I head to Burkina Faso this summer.  I have a lot to do before then besides improving my French:  getting plane tickets, figuring out what I need and how to get it there, and continuing to talk with the national director about how my ministry will look.  Since I have no idea what I’m doing, I can’t tell you how grateful I am for your prayers to our God who knows everything (including every word in the French dictionary).

Praise God for:

· The progress He’s given me in understanding and speaking French.

· The community of other missionary families also studying French and living in apartments on campus.

  Please Pray for:

· My attitude as I learn French, that I would not get frustrated but would have patience, perseverance, and even joy through the process.

· My preparations for Africa.  I’m not even sure what all I need to do, but I know there’s a lot, and most of it, I don’t know how to do.

November Newsletter--Forgiving the Builders of Babel

Picture 1) The view from the front door of my apartment on campus.

Picture 2) Downtown Sherbrooke, the third largest city in Quebec, where my language school is located.

Picture 3) I still haven't been to the U.S. capitol, but I’ve been to Canada’s Parliament building in Ottawa while visiting a friend.

I’m afraid of peanuts. Not really, but accidentally change a few letters in French, and my fear of spiders transforms into a fear of salted baking ingredients. Needless to say, since I began language school in September, I’ve made my share of mistakes, all the while wishing I could travel back in time to seriously injure (or at least sabotage) the builders of the Tower of Babel.

You certainly have to admire God’s ingenuity when it comes to humbling us; no human would have conceived the idea of assigning every French noun a gender (Why are beards feminine while women’s shirts are masculine?) or of creating a plethora of languages with a plethora of different accents within each one (When my Quebecois pastor says the word for God, he sounds like an African French speaker saying the word for hard.). And yet God is the one who gives us the ability to learn new languages despite these barriers.

It makes me appreciate the fact that His strength is made perfect in weakness. If any child’s life will one day be transformed by a message I share in broken French, that child will have no doubt whatsoever that it wasn’t me doing the transforming.

Language-learning is tough, frustrating, and slow, but I’m blessed that God has brought me to Canada for a year to learn French and to grow closer to Him while attending class each day with the three other intermediate students, completing my daily Rosetta Stone and French media requirements, along with my weekly French church and French social activity attendance requirements, and just learning to live life and build relationships when I can’t say or understand everything I’d like to. I can’t wait to be able to praise Him in two languages.

Praise God for:
· Though I planned to attend language school in West Africa, the fact that I’m still in North America means I can visit friends who live nearby, go home for Christmas, and even make the occasional trip across the border for cheaper groceries or to mail newsletters to you, my wonderful friends for whom I am so thankful.
· The six missionary families who are also studying French and living on campus, and who are a huge blessing to me.

Please Pray for:
· My attitude as I learn French, that I would not get frustrated but would have patience, perseverance, and even joy through the process.
· That I would be able to build relationships with people here and that I would be able to see opportunities to reach out to them and bless them.

August Newsletter--Time for a Psychiatric Checkup?

Picture 1) 18 of us crammed into this crate during a realistic hostile rebel scenario.

Picture 2) Teens take a break from classes to play pillow basketball.

The past three months have me wondering if I’m due for a psychiatric checkup. For a week in North Carolina I met with West Africans, who were certainly crazy for planning prayer meetings at 6:30 a.m…right before the 7:00 one with the crazy people from every other region of the world. I donned pink war paint and spent three weeks with large groups of teenagers in Kansas, Nebraska, and Kentucky, even pelting teens with pillows as they shot baskets. I worked with two teens to share the Gospel with Louisville zoo animals—kids actually, but since one 5-Day Club® lesson was about Noah, we gave opportunities to act like favorite wildlife (which for this inner city group actually brought improved behavior). Then I moved out of my apartment and headed to Colorado, where 18 other missionaries and I crammed into a dark crate while our teachers pretended to be rebel forces, complete with realistic guns, bomb sound-effects, and burning objects. They let us out to sit for hours looking closely at their mouths and repeating odd sounds.

You’re probably wondering how this classifies as ministry. Well, the crazy morning prayers started out each day of the Child Evangelism Fellowship® International Conference, where we were challenged to remember because of God’s strength, “Time we spend on our knees is more important than time we spend in the office.”

I then taught teens how to teach children about God. We kept busy with classes and practicums from around 8:00 a.m. to 9:00 p.m., with breaks for pillow basketball, ultimate Frisbee, and decking out in war paint as part of the classroom competition between the flamingo and frog teams.

In 5-Day Clubs, many children who had not responded to the Gospel during a year of Good News Club® accepted Christ as Savior.

In Colorado, missionaries from several organizations gathered for training on responding to stress (hence the rebel forces), maintaining joy in foreign fields, and making sounds from foreign languages (hence the looking in mouths).

The craziness, long days, and over 80 hours in the car were worth it, not just because kids came to Christ or because I’m better prepared for ministry, but because I know each step on my path—the joyful, crazy, hard, and scary—is a gift God prepared especially for me.
Next up comes craziness in Canada as this September I start a year of French language school in Quebec.

Praise God That:
· Through Christian Youth in Action® I had the privilege to help train over 100 teens to share their faith effectively.
· I learned a lot from the wonderful CEF® team in Kentucky and successfully completed my internship.
· When the French language school I planned to attend in Senegal fell through at the last minute, God guided me to a missionary language school in Sherbrooke, Quebec (Word of Life Bethel) that accepted me last minute.

Please Pray That:
· I will learn French quickly and effectively and find joy in having my brain fried for about seven hours per day :)
· God will provide good community among the students and me at language school.

May Newsletter--Back in My Day

Pictures 1 and 2) The kids love review time at Good News Club.

Picture 3) At Missionary Training School in Warrenton, Missouri, I learned how to prepare for my first term, along with friends and fellow new missionaries who all agree that Burkina Faso is number one (or were perhaps bribed to pose for this picture).

I started feeling old on my tenth birthday when I realized my age was in the double digits. Now, approaching the quarter century mark, I cringe to think it’s been a decade since my freshman year of high school and two decades since I gave my life to Christ. I’m exceedingly grateful God was working in my heart so long ago, but I’d rather not be able to use the words “long ago” to describe any part of my life. In college I stopped praying that God would slow down time and started thinking of each day as one step closer to Heaven.

Then I felt God’s calling into long-term missions and was so excited to go to Burkina Faso I had to force myself to finish college. And then I found out that with support-raising and children’s ministry training, internship and language school it would be years before I reached the field. But the other day, I woke up and realized that less than a third of a year from now I’ll be in Africa. My first reaction was closer to respiratory failure than joyful gratitude.

You see, it’s also been a long time since I’ve been to Burkina Faso (almost four years), and time can make you forget how much you love the children of a country, and spiritual battle can make you forget that the God who holds time in His hands not only walks with you but also draws you closer to Him through the hard things He calls you to. The funny thing is that the things that I don’t want to let go of here are all blessings given to me by the God I sometimes have a hard time trusting. Each of you who get this letter and pray for me are another reason that I don’t want to leave the country and do what you’re praying about.

So as I finish my internship in Kentucky, I’ve been crying along with some of my Good News Club® children who didn’t want their club to ever end. As I help prepare for Kentucky summer ministry before heading to Colorado for pre-language school and cultural training, I’m continually reminding myself of God’s promises that He’ll always be with me and that His strength is made perfect in weakness. I can’t thank you enough for praying with me!

Praise God for:
· Each member of the body of Christ who has blessed me through prayer, support, friendship, and love.
· What I’ve learned about ministry and for how God has strengthened me through my internship.

Please Pray for:
· Me as I prepare to head overseas, both that I will figure out how to get visas and ship things to myself and that I will joyfully put my trust in our Amazing Savior.
· The youth and young adults who will take intensive training in the next few weeks on how to teach summer 5-Day Clubs and for me and other staff as we teach them.

February Newsletter--A Scary Prayer

Picture 1) Children listen to the Bible lesson at Good News Club.

Picture 2) I explain a method for teaching the Gospel at a teacher training.

I had never before been so nervous about a prayer. It was the end of a typically crazy Good News Club(R) in inner city Louisville. In this club, you never know when children might start punching each other, when a child might come in wearing only his long underwear, or when a child might be preparing to tackle you so he can steal the toy dinosaur you brought as an illustration of an idol. It was difficult to tell if the children were even hearing what we were teaching, so you can see why I was a little nervous when I asked if one of the saved kids would like to pray out loud. I had no clue what might come out of the volunteer's mouth.

A ten-year-old boy whose name begins with A raised his hand, then made his way to the front of the classroom. He patiently waited for everyone else to get quiet, then opened his mouth. "Thank You so much for this moment in time and for this Good News Club. We really need this." He then asked God to help each person apply the main teaching from the lesson to trust God and do the right thing even when it's hard.

Shocked (although I should've known that God works just as powerfully in chaotic clubs as He does in model ones), I thanked A and dismissed the group. I had never before given God so much thanks for a prayer as I did that day. Though the group is only slightly less crazy and it's still easy to question if our efforts are making any difference, each week one of the children prays, and though you'd think I'd get used to it, I continue to be shocked by God's grace revealed in those prayers.

I praise God for:

All of you who support me in ministry through your prayers and gifts.

The wonderful church family I've had the opportunity to be a part of in Elizabethtown.

His work in the hearts of Good News Club children.

Please pray that:

God will continue to draw Good News Club children close to Him.

God will continue to prepare me for ministry in Burkina Faso through the remaining five months of my internship and will bless the ministry opportunities I get to be involved in such as Good News Clubs, teacher trainings, ministry promotions, and committee meetings.

November Newsletter--Bible Belt?

Pictures: Kids at an outreach to military children listen to a puppet skit presented by me and a CEF volunteer.

God provided this studio apartment (view from the front door) I am enjoying during my internship.

The CEF of Kentucky team includes Kari and Randy Ash, Audrey and Nathan Hamilton, and temporarily me.

The day after I arrived in Elizabethtown, Kentucky, the amn changing my oil assumed my Kansas license plate meant I was one of many soldiers overflowing the towns surrounding Fort Knox. When I told him I was actually here to intern with Child Evangelism Fellowship, he asked if I was Mormon. He said his mother was Mormon but that he was pagan. Not exactly what I expected from one of the first people I'd conversed with in the Bible Belt.

Nor did I expect the mindset exhibited by neighbors who, after discovering I was a missionary and telling me they'd been Christians all their lives, informed me they hadn't been to church in twenty years and offered me a beer and a cigarette. (After I declined, their next offer was Kool-Aid).

While the area phone book does list almost 150 churches, I'm surprised by how small their congregations are, and the area is filled with children who have never heard the message of salvation. Twenty-seven Good News Clubs are currently reaching children in Kentucky with this message. But we want every child in the state to have the opportunity to hear, a goal that reminds me of Jesus' statement about the ready harvest and the few workers. CEF of Kentucky has a team of just five people. That includes me, a person here only temporarily, with the goal of learning an idea of what I'm doing.

But through all this, I see glimpses of God's kingdom: I've listened to several children pray for salvation, I've helped teach the biggest Good News Club I've ever been a part of (with 60 children), I've witnessed the joy on children's faces after correctly looking up a Bible reference, and I've seen the dedication of our team who moved from other states to reach these children.

In addition to teaching at Good News Clubs, I've also taught at several teacher trainings. I've participated in my first committee meetings, learned the answers to many of the questions people ask about CEF, and learned how to use details like the filing system that keep the ministry working. I will be in Kentucky for about seven more months, continuing to gain experience and continuing to pray for more and bigger and farther-reaching glimpses of God's kingdom.

Praise God That:

There are 27 Good News Clubs reaching children in Kentucky.

I can work at this internship, seeing how to build up new ministry and learning from such a talented team.

Before I even arrived, He provided a studio apartment with wonderful Christian landlords, despite the high demand for housing near a military base.

Please Pray That:

I can learn and gain good expereince during my internship, as well as being helpful to the ministry in Kentucky.

God will provide more staff for CEF of Kentucky.

Children in Good News Clubs will believe in Jesus as their Savior.

August Newsletter--I Should Have Worn A Helmet

Pictures: Children play with a parachute during a 5-Day Club in Boston; a teenage student counsels a child for salvation during a 5-Day Club.

Never before have I been asked by over 70 people per day about the welfare of my nose. I'd taken a break with the teenagers who were attending a two-week training in which I was participating as a teacher, dorm mom, and guest missionary. After hours of learning how to teach Bible lessons, counsel children for salvation, and teach all the components of a 5-Day Club, the teens were ready for an active game. They had picked a game best described as team tag. Someone from the other team was about to make it across our line, so I sprinted full force to tag him, failing to notice that another teammate was coming from the other direction with the same gaol. We definitely gout our opponent out, but in the process the side of my head collided with my teammate's shoulder, toppling us both. The most visible result was a nose bleed that persisted off and on for acouple days. Of course the black eye and swelling that followed also attracted a lot fo attention. Someone said the changing colors of my eye reminded him of a blooming flower; I was reminded more of a rotting vegetable.

I didn't realize until six weeks later that my cheek bone had been fractured in two places. My body had already healed enough on its own to prevent the doctors from doing anything else. The sides of my face are no longer completely symmetrical, but the injury helped me appreciate God's family. The concern that these youths showed at an age when the normal teenager is self-consumed reminded me that the good I see in other Christians is always a sampling of the God who is living in them. I was also able to see God's power working in their lives as teens who had never taught children before learned how to use a Bible story to present the Gospel message and make applications for saved children. At one club, a student was teaching children the sotry of Naaman, who was told that the only way he could be healed of his leprosy was to bathe in the Jordan River. As he was explaining that similarly there is only one way to Heaven, one of the kids exclaimed, "So Jesus is like our Jordan!?"

In addition to the training I helped with in Kansas, I stayed busy over the summer working at at training in Michigan and acting as a team leader and teacher in a 5-Day Club ministry in Boston designed to connect 30 churches with children and families in their neighborhoods and provide them with training to begin weekly Good News Club in their neighborhood schools. This week I moved to Elizabethtown, Kentucky where I will be interning with the Child Evangelism Fellowship state director, Kari Ash, for about nine months.

Praise God That:

Over 2,000 children heard the Gospel and over 200 children were saved during the initial week of ministry in Boston.

70 teenagers and young adults in Kansas and 70 in Michigan have been equipped to teach children, along with other youth all around the world.

Please Pray That:

God will grant wisdom as I learn and work in many new areas in my internship.

God will continue to provide opportunities and workers for the pioneering work that CEF is doing in Kentucky.