It was April 4, 1954 when PanAms prop plane finally landed me in Lima, Peru,
after a brief stop in Guatemala and an overnight in Panama. It was about 5 A.M. when I
arrived, and at 8 A.M. I was in the secular bi-national school where I would be earning my
living and doing low key evangelism.
It was the beginning of 21 years of ministry
in Peru, Brazil, Portugal, Spain and Austria, and at least 25 years more all
over the world through the tentmakers we helped go abroad!
I was asked to share what first made me interested in missions, how God led
me, why I chose tentmaking instead of
donor-supported "full-time" missionary work, and why I started Global Opportunities. I agreed to
write this very personal testimony because it can help other Christians to better
understand how God is leading them.
never chose tentmaking
I knew almost nothing about it. Rather, God unmistakably called me into tentmaking, and then oriented all the rest of my life around
that ministry approach. But first, he drew me to himself, and gave me a commitment to
Home and church. I think
God intended me for cross-cultural ministry when he put me into an immigrant family. My
parents had come from the Russian Ukraine to Canada in 1903 and 1905, and then to
California, where I was born--one of ten children. At home and in church we spoke German
and Frisian Dutch, and we learned English mainly in school. The largely untrained pastors
of our vital little Mennonite Brethren country church partially supported themselves, and
when we had none, godly young laymen capably led the congregation. Language and cultural
barriers meant there was little local outreach, except for the lifestyle of members. But
we had a large missions budget, missionary speakers, and several of our small membership
serving in India, China and Africa. Our three church bookshelves had about ten missionary
biographies, which I readprobably, three times each.
A major crisis was the illness of our dear,
hard-working father, leaving my mother with full responsibility for a large brood. Her
strong dependence on God enabled her to give us a happy upbringing--without many things,
but with everything important. At Christmas, we loved finding our old toys under the
little tree--repaired and repainted, and our old dolls in new dresses. My church strongly
emphasized eschatology. That Jesus could come at any moment and take all the good people
up to heaven with him worried me. I knew I was not good enough. But I had a plan. I would
grab my doll and my mothers rag bag (remnants for new doll dresses), and hang
tightly to my mothers skirt as she was taken up, because I knew for sure she would
A teacher facilitated my personal encounter with
Jesus Christ when I was 11. When I was 12 I was baptized in a river. I could never forget
the sights and sounds and smells. The choir was on a little island, and sang antiphonally
with the congregation on the shore. When I was13 our Sunday school superintendent (Art
Riffel, I think) gave me responsibility for a large nursery class, to replace Frieda Voth,
my teen idol. She went off to Multnomah and then Asia. I helped start a Bible club in our
high school. My Spanish classes gave me an interest in Latin America.
Bible and missions training. At 17 I went
to Biola to find a once-for-all experience which could transform me into a
permanently spiritual Christian. I learned instead, that I needed to renew my commitment
to Jesus Christ every morning and live in daily obedience to him. A new ministry called
Navigators, got me started on Bible memorya valuable lifelong gift. Biola missions
courses were weak because there was little data to be had and little missiology in those
days. What influenced me was the lives of the teachers. Dick Hillis left in midyear to go
to China. His twin brother Don took over, but soon left for India. John Wiebe of SIM (my
cousin) finally got us through the year and then left for Africa. These were not armchair
facultythey lived what they taught! On the Student Missionary Union exec I met many
missionaries, and gained a growing interest in Peru, then a fairly restricted country. I
signed an FMF-IVCF promise card I still haveI would serve abroad if God opened the
I thought he was leading me into Bible
translation with Wycliffe, and filled out an application for their Summer Institute of
Linguistics at the U. of Oklahoma. But the deadline came and I still had no money at all.
I told the Lord I would know he wanted me to go if he would send just enough money that
day for the three-cent postage. But there was no money in the mail. The last envelope,
tiny and pink, did not look hopeful. It was from an elderly woman I had seen only once. It
contained no money. But what dropped out onto my desk wasa three cent stamp! I took
that as guidance. Wycliffe let me earn my room and board by illustrating reading primers
and word games for Mexican Indians. I loved the linguistic training, and applying the
analysis techniques with two Kiowa Indian informants.
Time out in the hospital. But then I
became seriously ill, and dropped out of everything. Now I felt really let down. After
three surgeries and a long slow recovery, when I finally resumed normal activities, I knew
no mission agency would send me to the boonies, with only one functioning lung.
Chico State and campus ministry. So I went
to nearby Chico State to acquire a degree in English and educationa bit more
marketable than systematic theology, church history and Greek. I found myself on a mission
field! A secular campus is a microcosm of a cross-cultural, spiritually hostile world.
With Gene and Earline Wellsfry and several other Christians, we established the first IVCF
group on the campus. The Norman Lofgrens, a dear faculty adviser couple opened their home
to us. IVCF staff visits were infrequent. But Alice Alter (Swan), on her first visit,
spent an hour showing me how to look at a Bible text inductively. I stayed up all
night questioning one passage after another. My habit focus was gone and every text gave
me new insights. I often stop to thank God for this life-changing gift he gave me through
herwithout which the rest of my ministry would be inconceivable. I made it to every
IVCF training course, usually without enough money to get home. (My part-time jobs
didnt provide for extras.) It was important to me never to tell anyone in any way
that I was broke. Repeatedly, I saw God provide in unpredictable ways. (It is not easy to
get first-hand experience Gods love and power if loans and credit cards are easily
Public school and TCF. I began elementary
school teaching in the California Bay Area. Two of the teachers were San Diego State grads
with similar IVCF training. We gave substantial help to the only staff worker in the area,
BobYoung, who soon left for Argentina. We also prayed together about our responsibility
for fellow teachers, pupils and parents. We started a teachers Christian fellowship, which
quickly spread far beyond our district, with Bible study groups, evangelistic breakfasts
and teas, even a weekend conference. I was active in Berkeley First Pres, and Dr. Bob
Munger spoke in some of our meetings.
In the middle of all this fulfilling ministry,
God surprised me with a salaried, secular job abroadin Peru, the very place he had
put on my heart. I didnt look for it because I didnt know paid secular jobs
existed. And there were very few in 1954. But World War II had ended, the U.S. was giving
massive reconstruction aid to Europe, and decolonization was in full swing. Soon 120 newly
independent countries would need development help of every kind. An international job
market began to grow. Americans were considered very provincial, but ten million men had
been recruited by the military, and many Christians came home with first-hand experience
of the mission field. A new wave of missions interest began to grow.
My teacher friend Wanda, and I were cooking for
an IVCF missions conference in Berkeley, when Don Burns, the Wycliffe missionary speaker
from Peru, told me he and his wife were praying that I would come teach in the binational
school in Lima. I applied and was accepted. An administrator from Peru was to meet me in
San Francisco with the contract. Friends said you could know a decision was Gods
will if you had complete peace about it. I was filled with apprehension. David Adeney
wisely said, "Only people who dont think dont have misgivings about such
a big step." He believed God was telling me to go. But the administrator from Peru
never came. Now I had no job, and little money. I had been packed for two weeks. Besides,
I felt obligated to go--friends had given me three farewell parties! Had God let me down?
Then a cable asked me to come at once. God had been rearranging circumstances in Lima for
Tentmaking in Peru. My enjoyment of this
long flight, turned to panic on the last leg. My departure had been sudden. It was my
first foreign travel, I knew little Spanish, and in 1954 Latin America was not at all
tourist-friendly. And I had suddenly realized that no one would be meeting me at the
airport, and my only address was a post office box number! No one had phones. We landed.
Somehow, I made it through immigration and customs. I stood in the middle of the dusty
little airport, with my bags, worrying about what to do next. But only about five minutes.
Then, before my disbelieving eyes, there stood the missionary, Don Burns. I said,
"How did you know that I would be coming in on this 5 A.M. flight this morning?"
He said he did not know, but had come to see another passenger off. In this way God gave
me an overwhelming experience of his presence and love and power. Only five minutes after
my arrival, as though he couldnt wait to reassure me that he was there! That he had
brought me. That he would pick up the pieces after me, even when a problem was due to my
own inexperience or negligence. He has been doing it ever since.
There was so little cross-cultural training
available at that time for anyone, and so little discussion of issues. I made many
mistakes. If I could do all my ministry over again, this time I think I might know how to
do it right. But we never have that option. At each stage, we must do the best we can with
what we know, and to give the Lord both fish and all five rolls. Then he multiplies them
to be enough.
I went to the school that first morning in Lima
with a confidence I could not have had without Gods wonderful reassurance in the
airport. But I did not know anything about "tentmaking" or how to be a
missionary when you had a full-time secular job. I had never met a tentmaker. (About that
time Christy Wilson and others were beginning their tentmaking in Afghanistan, by creating
jobs for themselves. But I knew nothing about them.) I thought I would have to find a
church ministry to do in my spare time. People often ask me if it wasnt frustrating
to have so little free time left over for God, but I considered all of my time to be
Gods. Soon I realized that tentmaking is "full-time" ministry. You are
evangelizing even when you are not speaking, because your life is under the unrelenting
scrutiny of non-believers.
But at the beginning, the only thing that was
clear to me was something Miss A.W. Johnson had told us in an IVCF conference soon after
her arrival from China, before she started her womens Bible studies. She said that
Jesus, who had walked where he wanted to in Palestine on his own two feet, now lives in us
and depends on our feet to bring him face to face with the people he longs to meet. He
wants our minds, eyes, ears, lips and hands also at his disposal, so he can love people
through us. (Rom. 12:1, 6:13,10:15.
Not many hours after my arrival, I met Marta, an
attractive young Peruvian teacher, at the school boards reception. I soon realized
she was one of the people Jesus wanted to meet. Our small-talk halted abruptly when I
heard her say, "You probably know what is in the Biblewould you teach me?"
I am not sure what I had said to encourage her request, but God knew I loved Bible study.
I learned that she had become open to God because her pilot husband had recently been
killed in a fatal crash. After a few Bible studies at my place, she invited Jesus Christ
into her life. Then she brought her three teenage sons, whom this doting mother had named
Miguel, Rafael and Gabriel. None of the three were angels, but it was a pleasure for me to
teach three just normally naughty adolescents about Jesus Christ. Then there were other
teachers. Almost all my sixth graders found Jesus Christ in a Sunday class I taught
nearby. I started a Bible club for the high school girls I taught every afternoon. My
second and third years I did in-service teacher education. It was important for me to put
a great deal of effort into my job, because God expects all Christians to serve their
employer as though he were Jesus Christ! (Col.3:23-25) God requires quality work even if
the employer does not.
I also audited classes in San Marcos University,
to improve my Spanish. I met Maria, and she started coming three times a week to teach me
Spanish. The language lessons turned into Bible studies and Maria put her trust in Jesus
Christ. By then her friends were coming, and I became convinced God wanted me to begin a
student ministry. I found about a dozen students in the churches. I felt instinctively
that I must not approach them as a missionary, but as a fellow student. I could not only
teach them campus evangelism, but provide a model for them of workplace evangelism,
something no missionary could do. The IFES invited me onto staff, and I began sending in
reports, even though I would need no donor support. Many students God brought to this
group had far more potential than I. (Today, Dr. Samuel Escobar is the international
president of the IFES, and the Bible Society, and a world class missiologist. Law student
Carlos Garcia, became pastor of the largest Baptist church in Lima, and eventually was
elected as a vice president of Peru. Pedro Arana, Presbyterian pastor and writer, was
elected to congress to help rewrite the constitution. The list is longer!) Even then, I
could not have preached to these students, but I taught them to love inductive Bible study
discussions. So everything I wanted to teach I included in my preparation of the Bible
study guides. The missionaries in Lima were tremendously helpful to me, especially in our
week long training courses. We sent a few students to IFES conferences in other countries.
By the time my contract was nearly up, I realized I had taught everything I knew and it
didnt take three years. There already were fine leaders.
So I applied for teaching positions in other
Spanish-speaking South American countries. I knew I wanted to begin another campus
ministry, while I again integrated work and witness in another school. But finally I was
running out of money, my visa was about to expire. Then I received the last answer to my
job applications. Negative. Every door had closed. I was in trouble. Then a cable from a
Brazilian school asked for my final answer about their job offer. I had received no job
offer. Important cross-continental mail must have been lost. I had briefly met the
administrator, but had not applied because God would never expect me to learn Portuguese
when I was still struggling with Spanish. But he did. When there is only one open door,
guidance is clear.
Tentmaking in Brazil. On arrival in Sao
Paulo, I discovered I was to head a large binational elementary school and would receive a
generous salary! I found poor teacher morale. So together we set high new standards, which
soon gave them immense pride as most of the children began performing well above grade
level in most subjects. God quickly opened doors for witness. A teacher in the adjacent
high school died, and the principal asked if I would say the prayer at a memorial service,
since no high school teacher was willing to do it. I dont know why any of these new
associates thought I might know how. I asked God to comfort the family and then said,
"Thank you, Lord, that we can know about life after death!" This brought
teachers and students from both schools into my office to talk. I could freely evangelize
without imposing conversations, because they were asking questions. I learned to let them
pace the conversations with their questions as they were ready. Among the people who came
were several Christian high school students. So I started a club in my apartment to help
them win their friends--multiplying my ministry through them. In both Peru and Brazil I
had numerous invitations into upper-class homes, that would have no contact with
The university work? The night I arrived I met
the student who would become the first president of the first group to formin my
apartment in Sao Paulobefore we even had furniture. Bob Young had arrived from
Argentina four days before, and was present in Brazil on and off for a couple of years.
But I soon found myself traveling all over Brazil (bigger than continental U.S.), to do
student training during school breaks. IFES is not a mission to students, but a student
movement, and the goal is always to develop student leadership. The work was patterned
after Pauls model for producing indigenous ministry. If I had been on donor support,
the students might have felt they could leave the ministry to me because I had more time
and I was getting paid for it. But instead, because I had a demanding job, they kept
offering to take responsibility. They had ownership of the ABU from the startone of
the many advantages of tentmaking. I found students in Goiania in the interior of Brazil,
and scheduled a meeting. But instead of going myself, we sent Lucas and Peter to help the
group start. I took at least ten Sao Paulo students with me to Belo Horizonte for a
holiday weekend to help students there to start a group. When the Baptist National
Convention met in Sao Paulo, Lucas made an announcement from the pulpit that anyone
interested in university student work was invited to my place for tea at 5 PM. It was
mid-afternoon when he called me at school to say what he had done, and that he never
expected that 60 people would sign up!
I caught the first cab I could get, and kept it
waiting at a little grocery store while I bought just about everything that could be
served. Then, I put water on to boil, and stirred up two big cakes for the oven, and had
the girls put snacks on trays. Meanwhile, Lucas and Wangles were leading an orientation
meeting for students from all over Brazil, and a few pastors. I felt pleased that Lucas
had had enough confidence in me to take this strategic action, which resulted in several
new ABU groups. Later, two girls from Belo Horizonte requested and received two free round
trip plane tickets from their governor, so they could come help me with the Recife camp.
My apartment was always like a railway stationwith many people for meals, and with
girls staying over on foam mats on the floor. In both Peru and Brazil, I was able to
mobilize missionaries and a few tentmakers to help student groups, especially in cities I
could not often visit. Dr. Ross Douglas, a physics professor in the university, and his
wife, eventually made Brazil their permanent home. The student movement grew best under
Brazilian national directors, especially Neuza Itioka, an unusually capable, godly
Japanese-Brazilian woman, and later, capable Dieter Brepohl, who then became general
secretary for all of Latin America.
Did I never feel a time conflict between my job
and spiritual ministry? Not often because my secular job was spiritual ministry. But there
were two occasions. I accompanied four students in a very rough, eventful 3-day trip
across the Brazilian wilderness on a wood-burning steam-engine train, followed by a
three-hour flight and a 12 hour bus trip through the Bolivian Andesto our first
all-Latin America student conference. I had already learned that it was dangerous to
travel with students, because God would let problems develop, so we would pray together,
and then see his remarkable answers, and then thank him together. This trip was no
exception. Its good to know the rumors about Gods love and power, but he wants
us to experience it first-hand. After an unbelievably eventful trip, I was sorry that I
could stay at the conference only a few days before flying back to Sao Paulo.
The second time I felt a conflict was when a
Canadian evangelist was to begin a week of meetings Monday night in Curitiba, and I wanted
to do follow-up. But I had school. You wont believe what happened. Monday morning
many children were absent, and many who came had sore throats and speckles. The doctor
ordered the school closed for a week! I took the first flight out and made it in time for
the first meeting. I am sure it was not my prayers that gave the children measles. They
would have gotten them in any case, but God may have conveniently concentrated them in
But when my three-year contract at the school
ended, I agreed to the request of IFES and local leaders, to go on donor support and give
all my time to the student work. But first I would have a brief leave at home with my
family. The school sent me home the long way, paying for a wonderful trip through Europe.
This ended abruptly when word came that my mother was very ill. God graciously gave me
this time with my brothers and sisters, and allowed me to care for my mother the last
three months of her life before taking her into his own safekeeping in glory.
Back in Brazilit would take a book to tell
of all Gods constant provision and protection. When I was apartment hunting in Rio
and I knew no property owner who could co-sign the rental contract. I was quite sure
engineer Dirk van Eyken would not do because he lived in a city about an hour from Rio.
But I kept praying about a specific building in an ideal location for student meetings.
There was no apartment for rent, and only one empty. The owner would not agree to a
co-signer who did not live in Rio. But when I almost accidentally mentioned the name Dirk
van Eyken, he stood up. It turns out that God had led me to the only apartment owner who
also knew the only person who could have been my guarantor! In a city of three million
people! Tentmaker Dirk worked in the office next to my new landlord! Later, God also
arranged for me to miss a couple of flights that crashed, and a bus that went down into
the river when a bridge collapsed.
But looking back on my early years, I marvel most
that God had used illness to delay me in the U.S. just long enough to add two essential
pieces to my missions training: how to start a campus ministry, and how to have a
"full-time" spiritual ministry in the context of a "full-time,"
secular job. That is what tentmaking is and what God had led me to do. I would never have
included Chico State and Ashland School in my missions training and no one else would have
suggested it. But God himself undertook to direct my preparation! Faithfulness in our
present assignment is always the best education for our next ministry. Jesus said,
"You have been faithful over little, now I will set you over much. . .." Mt.
But the Lords "call" is never to
geography or to a ministry, but "to be with him," and to be sent out wherever
and however he chooseshis agenda, not ours. God had kept me in good health. So after
three years in Peru and eleven in Brazil, IFES asked me to pioneer the student work in
Spain and Portugal.
Campus ministry in Europe.
Campus ministry in Europe. Important
decisions often have to be made when one has insufficient information. I had a map of
Barcelona but no apartments were for rent near the new university campus. Disappointed, I
settled for one in the city center where numerous bus and tram lines crossed, so it would
be easily accessible to the largest number. Surprise! It turned out the new campus had not
yet been built, and I was one block from the medical school where most of the Christians
students were, and within walking distance of all the other buildings!
But then I wondered if I should have come to
Spain at all. Even though I registered to audit classes in the university, I could not now
relate to students as a fellow student. Why should they listen to anything told to them by
an older, American woman? How could I even find Christian students? There were very few.
Evangelicals had suffered much under fascist Franco, so they could not meet legally, nor
get decent jobs, nor study, nor be buried in the cemeteries, etc. When Franco wanted to
confiscate the evangelical hospital, it was put under the Swiss and British consulates for
protection. Persecution had made the Spanish churches spiritually strong. But a law in
1965 made a few concessions to them, and in 1967 a few evangelicals had been able to get
into the university. I arrived in 1968. Finally I met Pedro and Samuel, two medical
students. Two weeks earlier they searched out all the evangelical students and held a
meeting. Not for campus evangelism, but to raise money for the hospital, which was now
going to be returned. Thats why all the Christians were studying medicine or
nursing. Pedro and Samuel were excited over what I had told them about campus evangelism
in other countries. So they said they would arrange another meeting, so I could share the
same vision with the other students. That was the beginning of regular weekly meetings and
the GBU of Spain. Gods timing had been perfect. Two weeks earlier would have been
too soon. I helped start groups in seven cities, at a time when whole provinces had no
evangelical church. God raised up additional local leaders. Medical student Pablo
Martinez, who won his fellow-student Juan, and others, serves the Lord in his psychiatry
practise and in continued service to the national and international student movements.
In Portugal, the persecution was more political
than religious and had a different effect on the churches. Many young people had no
personal faith in God, and some were antagonistic, but the church was their safe social
environment. A missionary couple who had been trying to start a group got a few students
together at a pleasant campsite they had built in a fishing village. Several of these real
believers told me you couldnt evangelize in Portugal, but then lovely Celeste asked
me how to respond to all her friends questions about God. She was among the five
Christians studying in the famous old U. of Coimbra. They did not think any one in
Portugal would come to a Bible study. I asked if we could try it three times, and if it
didnt work, I wouldnt mention it again. They asked, "Where?" I
suggested the busiest place on campus--in the lounge of the medical school cafeteria. We
huddled together, five Christians and two seekers. As I led the study, people walked by,
turned around to ask what we were doing, and stayed. Soon we had an enlarged circle
sitting, with two circles of people standing around behind. When I announced another
meeting for the next day, it was the non-believers who begged for meetings at hours when
they could be free. So we scheduled meetings throughout the day. We had to use a different
passage each time because some cut class to attend every session! Several of these
students put their faith in Jesus Christ, and several others did so later. And the
Christians were sold on IBS evangelism..
Besides the work on the Iberian peninsula, I
helped with conferences in several countries, and spent six long, pleasant summers in the
Austrian alps, where the IFES had acquired a thousand year old castle. We always had
simultaneous translation, and once we had students and young professionals from 55
countries. I usually did Bible study or evangelism training, and several times had
responsibility for the eastern Europeans--who came at great risk. I also did several
completely secret training courses inside Poland. Today, with new freedom, strong national
movements have developed in these ex-Soviet satellites.
IVCF-USA. In both Latin America and
Europe, training students and young professional people for lay ministry was also
preparing them for tentmaking, which is cross-cultural lay ministry. When I left Europe, I
wanted to spend a few months to get reacquainted with my family, because I had not had a
proper furlough in my 21 years abroad. Then I hoped to go to another country, as a
tentmaker, and begin more student workEastern Europe or the Muslim world. But first,
IVCF asked me to work as a missions staff worker at-large, so I criss-crossed the country,
doing missions promotion, Bible study and evangelism training, evangelistic dorm
discussions, etc. A number of students found the Lord. And I found Christian students
turned off to traditional missionary work, but excited about tentmaking. They wanted to
know how to get overseas jobs like mine, so they could integrate work and witness. I ended
up with the names, addresses and job requests from 600 people! Then I researched overseas
jobs and my sister helped me send out the information. A massive task, with limited
information, but a number of people did get positions. However, I wanted to provide better
job help and counsel and training. Dr. Reuben Brooks, head of IVCF Missions, said,
"You have a new ministry goinggive it a name and do a brochure!"
So I never decided that I wanted to start a new
organization. God already had led me into it. But it was a struggle to continue with few
resources, and a generally negative attitude from mission leaders. They would say,
"What do tentmakers ever accomplish for the Lord?" That is because they
considered every American Christian with a job abroad, as a tentmaker. But they were only
Christian expatriates, who had little or no ministry at home or abroad. Tentmakers are
self-supporting business or professional people committed to missions and to
cross-cultural workplace evangelism.
But God was helping us get good people overseas,
and I became convinced that rather than to go abroad myself for a few more years, I should
try to send several hundred other people who could serve many more years. Before long we
had several hundred applicants. We worked on a shoestring, with mainly volunteer staff. We
spent hours on laborious research to turn up 3000 new jobs a month. Sorting and preparing
them for mailing became tedious. Until Henry Trist offered to computerize our service in
1978. Our ministry could not have continued without his help, which he gave us for years,
at great expense to himself.
We are so glad for all the people God helped us
get overseas for short or long terms, and for many others whom we counseled on the
preparation they needed to qualify for both jobs and ministry. We have no way to track
them all, but are in touch with many, and keep meeting others. And we send new ones. In
these 25 years, the international job market has mushroomed like never before. But now,
our operations director can access as many as 70,000 jobs a day on the Internet! He and
our GO executive director, Dave English, have been modifying our services to fit our new
cyberworld. Tentmakers are desperately needed in that 80% of the world whose governments
do not allow missionaries, but also in other unevangelized countries where non-believers
will more readily accept the gospel from colleagues than from religious workers.
I am grateful to so many old friends whose
faithful gifts and prayers have made this ministry possible. Many are the same people God
used to influence my early life and my early ministry. Some are people we helped go
overseas. Some are people who hosted me in their homes on my speaking engagements. I wish
I could mention every name! I am grateful too, for donors who are the friends of Dave and
Kendra English, or of Scott and Sharon Gordon. One extra advantage of donor support--God
makes us rich in friends and partners! As for me, Im still busy, mainly writing,
about tentmaking and for tentmakers. And marveling over Gods continued faithful
leading and caring.
Ruth E. Siemens
regret to inform you that Ruth passed into her Lord's loving presence on
December the 20th, 2005."