Red, Red, My Eyes Are Red

IMG_2785Haven’t I washed that red blouse multiple times already? How in the world did everything in my wash this morning turn out red? Red underwear, red slacks that used to be white that I wore with practically EVERYTHING. A green top which now looks like someone took a magic marker and randomly marked it with red stripes.

I once had an aunt who was obssessed with red. Aunt Jerutha had red furniture, red carpet, red and white checkered tile in her kitchen as well as red bedspreads and curtains. Yes, you’re probably wondering about her bathroom towels. You guessed it. Red! All that with a red car sitting in the driveway. Everything she wore was red and she even wore red glasses.

Well, there are worse things than having all red clothes (or furniture), I guess. There’s nothing sadder than to see tears flowing from the red eyes of a hungry child.  I recall the story of one young boy who sat on the curb waiting for school to begin. He was crying and his eyes were red. Pastor Lefort asked him what was wrong to which he replied, ”My mother didn’t give me anything to eat this morning.” Pastor Lefort gave him the only thing he had to give – a small pack of crackers. (This was before we had a feeding program in place.) That, along with many other stories, compelled us to pray until the Lord sent Orphans Promise to help us. What a miracle to see children who were once fainting in class, due to the heat and empty stomachs, eating a full plate of food! As a result of their eating, they’re able to learn much better.

Our schools are almost ready to open again in September. However, we still have to provide the gas tanks, salaries for the cooks, people to run to the marché to purchase gas tanks, spices, and cleaning products, plus supply the money to buy gas for those drivers. Whew! This costs us $3,100 a month and we truly need your help.

”I can only send $25”, you may say. Here’s why your $25 a month is so important. You would pave the way to encourage others to give. With your sacrificial monthly offering or even a one-time gift, others may say, ”Well, I can give $50 or $100.” You could be the catalyst, along with those who are already sowing into Haiti’s future, to encourage others to take that first step!

Whatever you can give, we know God will take it and multiply it. Will you help us eliminate those red, weepy eyes? Here’s how! The information is below and just be sure to add Haiti/Feeding Program to your check or a note if you give online. Would you do one more thing for us? Leave a note on our website or facebook pages saying, “I gave to Rehoboth’s feeding program and you can too!” Watch out though: You may develop red eyes from those tears of joy you shed knowing that you put food in the belly of a hungry child.

Contact Information

Pritchard: pgiba3@gmail.com/ 910 703 3098 / Haiti: 011 509 4160 4096

Dana:         danaptl@gmail.com / 910 916 7229 / Haiti: 011 509  3272 5600

John:          adams.john@gmail.com / 910 581 0390 / Haiti: 011 509 4785 9023

NOTE: Our stateside #’s do not work when we are in Haiti.

Send Checks to: The Lord’s Table / PO Box 11049 / Goldsboro, NC 27532 / (919) 751-8188  or give online at Haiti – https://pushpay.com/pay/tltglobalmissions/?f%5B0%5D=Haiti

** Please earmark your gifts HAITI

Website: rehobothhaiti.com

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Our Time’s Winding Down

On the Road

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-Congratulations Pastor John & Fay!

We’ve been busy traveling to various churches who regularly partner with Rehoboth Ministries these past few weeks. It’s been great to see all our long-time friends in Tarboro. We visited our old stomping grounds in Fayetteville and were delighted to join in the celebration of Pastor John and Fay Hedgepeth’s 50th year in their ministry at Northwood Temple Church. What a milestone! This morning we were with the wonderful church body of Enon Baptist Church here in Jacksonville and we look forward to being in Morehead City next Sunday at Impact Church.

At the end of September, we will be leaving for our annual MFI Conference in Portland, Oregon. If you want us to come share about all the Lord did for us this year, time is running out. Speaking of time getting away from us, John leaves us on Wednesday to return to Haiti. The Bible institute will be cranking back up and he returns to teach at Cowman School in early September. You would think after all these years of traveling back and forth, the separation would get easier. But, we already miss him. Would you please remember him in your prayers for safe travels and for an easing back into his regular routine? We have been invited to visit Trinity Church in Tacoma, Wa, the weekend of October 7 after the Portland conference. The Lord willing, we will return to Haiti after that.

Home Sweet Home

We have thoroughly enjoyed our new home this summer. It has been very restful for us here. Adjusting to life again in the little mission house and a very different daily routine takes time. Although we’re not back in Haiti yet, your prayers are coveted for us as well. I shared at Enon this morning that we live among a people who are in crisis mode and the weight of the people’s misery comes to rest on our shoulders as well. Food and gas prices continue to escalate which will affect every other area of living and ministry. However, we choose not to fall in a pit of despair and trust the Lord to help us continue to…..change lives and impact this nation for Him. Many thanks to those of you who have chosen to come alongside of us to help us do just that!

 

The Prayers of Dana…

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-David, in the cave of Adullam

Sitting on my bed in my house robe, I was finishing up Psalm 72. I was getting ready to make my way to the third section when it hit me. Why was I suddenly overcome with emotion? Tears began running down my cheeks, then they turned to sobs. It wasn’t the psalm so much. It was the words that followed. The prayers of David, the son of Jesse, are finished. The finality of this statement reached out and grabbed and shook me.

The psalm itself was beautiful. It spoke of the coming Messiah and all that His coming would mean. But, now, stuck in a moment of wonder, I kept reading the phrase over and over again. The prayers of David, the son of Jesse, are finished. The prayers of David, the son of Jesse, are finished. The prayers of David, the son of Jesse, are finished. The prayers of David, the son of Jesse, are f-i-n-i-s-h-e-d. The last line just seemed to take a life of its own, compelling me to linger and drink in the meaning of each word.

The whole life of David passed before me. I imagined the boy David, who had tended his father’s sheep and who sang to the God of Israel. Then there was the young man David who had brought down Goliath with his slingshot and a single stone. I next remembered the fugitive David who fled from an insanely jealous and demon-tormented King Saul. All those years that were spent in the wilderness were preparing David until God finally established him on his tormentor’s throne. I remembered the heartsick David who repented of his sins with Bathsheba and who grieved over the loss of three sons. David, who had failed so miserably, never stopped loving God… and never stopped praying. Feeling as if I was transported to his bedside, I watched as he drew his last breath. David would never utter another prayer on this earth. With an emotion I can’t define, I read the lines over and over again.

The prayers of David, the son of Jesse, are finished. I knew that one day, the prayers of Dana, the daughter of Jehovah would  be  finished….ended….no moreover. How much time had I spent doing frivolous things when I could have been praying? How often had I felt the nudge to come aside and seek Him? How many times had I rolled over and gone back to sleep? Yes, even having served as a missionary in Haiti for over 35 years, I was painfully reminded of the times when I should have prayed more. We have had so many close calls and I’m sure only one thing helped us escape every time: deep, agonizing prayer.

I am painfully aware that there is so much more to be done in my life, in my family, and in our ministry. My heart grieves over the plight of the Haitian people. I am convinced that only prayer and faith can resolve these issues. There’s still timeThe prayers of Dana ….. are. not. yet. finished.