tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61488931806081096632024-03-14T04:36:44.120+10:00Mills travels in the PacificFollow our adventures working with people from Papua New Guinea and the other Pacific Islands (God is raising up Pacific Island people to reach all of the Pacific with the Gospel).
We have 5 national missionaries in PNG and DAN & KAYLYNN visit there from New Zealand up to 6 times per year. What a privilege it is to be used by God to help reach people that we love!
[Enter your email address below to receive emails of each post]Kaylynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849572055998952892noreply@blogger.comBlogger284125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148893180608109663.post-49562147248744260302019-06-07T07:43:00.001+10:002019-06-07T07:43:15.795+10:00Goroka Mission Project Jun-19 "It's actually happening!" I'm writing this from the domestic airport in Port Moresby. The last few days have been hectic trying to get ready for our mission project to Goroka. I had to buy all the tickets online and with poor Internet, it took a long time. We also were waiting for the students to turn in their money, the last of it came in yesterday. We have 9 students, 7 guys & 2 girls.<br />
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Tanya & Beautlyn (2 of our staff) went ahead 2 days ago, which was good because the University of Goroka student services were thinking we were coming on July. PNG, "The Land of the unexpected" š Everything is good now. I'm flying up there this morning with Seraphim and Florida (2 other staff) - see below for our photo.<br />
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Elidah (another staff) will be flying up this afternoon with all of the students.<br />
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Thanks for praying! I'll post a photo of us all from Goroka today or tomorrow.<br />
<br />Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13749087325596277177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148893180608109663.post-25689604747990622502019-06-03T09:03:00.001+10:002019-06-03T09:17:45.056+10:00Goroka Mission trip Jun-19 - "A grand adventure" <p dir="ltr">Good Morning! I'm writing this while I sit in the plane (they must be doing paperwork 😉) . I'm headed to Papua New Guinea for the next 15 days, and I would welcome your prayers!  This Friday (on the 7th), we are taking 10 students up to the highlands on a mission project for 8 days.</p>
<p dir="ltr"><b>Please pray that God would:</b><br>
•Significantly work in the <u>student's</u> lives to help them to become multipliers (disciple makers) on campus when we return.<br>
•Keep us all safe and use us mightily in the lives of those in Goroka<br>
•Give me the Wisdom, the Words, and the Wit while I'm here. <br>
•Help me to keep my focus on Jesus and allow Him to use me any way He wants.<br>
•Take care of Kaylynn at home in New Zealand while I’m gone. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Thanks so much for praying!<br>
Dan</p>
Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13749087325596277177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148893180608109663.post-68256958282230018482019-04-28T13:46:00.000+10:002019-04-28T13:46:14.728+10:00PNG Easter Conference Trip: "Dark and Light!" <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There seems to be an increase in violence in Port Moresby. There have been several snatchings of young girls just recently. The motive seems to be organ harvesting. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I don't know why evil surprises me, but it does. After all, we're living in the domain of darkness where Satan rules.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When confronted with darkness, all those verses about "light" in the Bible thrill my soul. Col. 1:12-13 - We share in the inheritance of the saints in light. We're transferred from the domain of darkness to the kingdom of His beloved Son. Jn. 8:12 "...I am the light of the world; he who follows Me shall not walk in the darkness, but shall have the light of life."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Then another favorite verse: "You are from God, little children, and have overcome them; because greater is He who is in you then he who is in the world." (1 Jn. 4:4) I like this verse. I like being called a little child and being reassured that God is bigger than the evil one. Sometimes in the madness, that fact helps me not depair. It gives me confidence that we're in the right job. </span>Kaylynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849572055998952892noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148893180608109663.post-88956183333543404632019-04-26T10:52:00.001+10:002019-04-26T10:52:37.357+10:00PNG Easter Conference Trip: "Trained Fingers!"<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We were just talking with another missionary at breakfast about how seemingly unrelated events of our past have prepared us for what we do now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I had just been reading Psalm 144:1..."Blessed be the LORD, my rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle." Our friend said that he was involved in theatre work many years ago and learned to have a stage presence. When he found himself at the podium in an Asian country, scared to death, speaking on the things of God, that former training came in handy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It made me look back at my life and see experiences that maybe I didn't appreciate at the time, really helped develop me to be able to do what we do now. Who would have thought that having a flatmate who cooked rice all the time at OSU would prepare me to live with Hawaiian housemates, then life in Micronesia. Who would have thought that the uncomfortable position of being the only white female on a summer mission project in inner-city Detroit during my university years (a highly unusual and exceptional situation), was a foretaste of life in the islands. The list goes on. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Only God could take an extremely quiet little girl who didn't like to venture off on her own, and turn her into a missionary to other cultures. It gives me hope. God can easily do the impossible. He HAS done it, and will continue to reign </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">magnificently over His children, growing us up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I wonder what is happening now that will be my training for the future!</span>Kaylynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849572055998952892noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148893180608109663.post-7377538548413897482019-04-25T09:04:00.000+10:002019-04-25T09:04:44.997+10:00PNG Easter Conference Trip : "A Step Back!"<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm finally feeling better. (Getting sick right when you're supposed to be at your best is a bit of a challenge.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I decided today that I need to take an emotional step back and just enjoy walking with God today. It's so easy to get caught up in what we're suppose to accomplish on these trips (a seemingly impossible list of tasks to perform) when, bottom line, if our staff are experiencing joy in walking with God and encouraging others to do the same, everything will be alright. I best be an example of that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I need to enjoy walking with God, not comparing myself to the other missionaries at this guest house. (It feels as though others have their act together and understand the culture here more than me.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I need to enjoy walking with God with wonder in my heart at what He wants me to do, and what He wants me to discover. By nature, I'm the sort of person who likes things clear cut and achievable...but there's nothing "by the book" in PNG. And, I'm in a job that works with people...also not a "by the book" type of thing. When under stress I need to remind myself to relax my grip on trying to force circumstances around me. Look up, Kaylynn. God isn't worried. He's holding my hand. Enjoy the walk!</span>Kaylynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849572055998952892noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148893180608109663.post-60687273821113124962019-04-22T14:53:00.003+10:002019-04-22T15:20:01.076+10:00PNG Easter Conference Trip: The Big Weekend: "Unlikely people!"<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Yup, 3 talks. I never dreamed I'd be a devotional speaker at a Student Life Conference...and probably neither did anyone else who knew me as a student. God has a funny way of using the most unlikely people!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">For the last few years, this devotional spot has been my responsibility in PNG. This year, however, it was harder to get my thoughts organized than ever before. (I don't know if it was a result of spiritual warfare or a virus I've been fighting.) However, after breaking the ice on Friday, Saturday and Sunday went better.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I learn quite a bit doing this. I try to share what God's been teaching me, and by trying to explain it to someone else, the lesson gets crystallized in my heart.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I've recently realized that maybe in exchanging my own outlook to God's outlook, I hit the same bumps as when adjusting to a new culture. The kingdom of heaven that Jesus talked about presented many new and radical concepts to his listeners. Anyway, I gave my talks and got to use some of my MANY cultural mishaps as illustrations. (See...there's a purpose for even the most humiliating and silly times!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The conference, of course, was full of teaching and training and experiences beyond my small role. Dan and I just went through the evaluation forms. It looks like 12 students became believers...and a further 28 people in the community came to Christ during our afternoon of witnessing in the nearby street </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">market. This was the first time many of our students had shared their faith. They were just been newly trained, and some had just become Christians themselves. God can use anybody...and it just blows my mind! <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Kaylynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849572055998952892noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148893180608109663.post-9672301991476926292019-03-27T10:47:00.002+10:002019-03-27T10:47:57.211+10:00Twelve Days of PNG - Day 12 and beyond: "The Reveal!"<br />
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Kaylynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849572055998952892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148893180608109663.post-25947012940086045292019-03-16T18:59:00.000+10:002019-03-16T18:59:00.279+10:00Twelve Days of PNG - Day 11: "Getting Ready!"<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Our big "Alpha Party" is tomorrow. This is the event where the first-year university students are invited to come for fun, games, and to hear what Student Life is all about. It's also the time where we organize interested students into small discipleship groups.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We've purchased the sausages and onions for the BBQ, and our music group is practicing. Phone calls have been made to students who indicated an interest during their orientation day. Alumni volunteers are helping, permission from the university security has been given, and decorating is still to come.</span><br />
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Kaylynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849572055998952892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148893180608109663.post-57547692079803877572019-03-16T12:07:00.000+10:002019-03-16T12:07:01.248+10:00Twelve Days of PNG - Day 10: "Rain!"<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yes, it's rainy season here in PNG. Up until today, it hasn't been too much of a bother. However, today was a different story.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In rain like this, driving can be a bit of a challenge. Portions of the road are flooded and it's hard to tell where the deepest potholes are...and some potholes are doozies! We hit a particularly deep one and whacked the underside of the van pretty hard, but I think we escaped without noticeable damage. We were driving to the airport to pick up Elidah, our fellow staff member, who was flying into town from her village. We found a parking place not far from a covered walkway...and WAITED. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Elidah texted that here flight was delayed. We (3 staff girls and ourselves) waited in a steamy van because the chances of finding a seat inside the domestic terminal in this downpour were slim to none. We flick on the air con every so often.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Elidah finally arrived and told us her airplane had overshot the runway (visibility?) and she looked out the window of the plane and saw that it was practically on top of the houses below. The plane circled again and they landed safely. We got her squared away inside the van only to discover that the van's battery was dead. (We had mistakenly left the lights on after using them to see through the storm's gloom.) </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A kind man gave us a jump start (a very wet endeavor</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">, involving many tries and two different jumper cables). We thanked him and gave him Jesus Film DVDs. Oh, well. At least the girls now know what to do if this should happen to them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm so thankful for a van (and not having to get wet waiting for a taxi), and kind people, and safe girls, and to be back at our guest house, eating a hot meal cooked by someone else. What an adventure!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span>Kaylynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849572055998952892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148893180608109663.post-40941840771107638562019-03-14T21:17:00.000+10:002019-03-14T21:17:03.902+10:00Twelve Days of PNG - Day 9: Psalm 37<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">(Dan here) </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">It's been very refreshing as Kaylynn & I meet as part of our PNG staff team </span><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">every morning for </span><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">devotions. We take turns leading and yesterday morning one of the girls led us through Psalm 37. It was a great time of reminding ourselves that as we Trust, Delight, and Commit ourselves to God, He is the one who will vindicate us - we don't have to promote ourselves: </span><sup>6</sup>He will bring forth your righteousness as the light, and your justice as the noonday sun (the hot PNG sun). </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Our PNG ministry has a partnership with our ministry in </span><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">Australia where they send missionaries and students from time to time to PNG to help our staff & students on campus.</span><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"> I've been writing back and forth this week with the person in charge trying to sort out a few issues and we were having trouble understanding each other. We also were hoping that they would be able to send a team to PNG in July (which we despirately need). </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">So, yesterday afternoon we scheduled a Skype call with myself, this person, and the person who would lead the project in July. While I was waiting for this call, I found myself </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">stressing out a bit because of a few issues and was not really looking forward to the call (I was a bit fretful). </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">As I reread Psalm 37, God reminded me that this is His ministry and He'll bring the help we need either from Australia or from somewhere else. And He reminded me that He will use me as needed (any way He wants). I confessed my fretfulness and focused on God who is in control. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I then had a great call with these 2 Aussie men and we all understood each other and the partnership is still going on. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">And God has already been bringing male students to sign up to come on the project in July - we desperately need men, and God knew that and God has already been recruiting for us.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><sup>1</sup>Fret not yourself because of evildoers... </span></div>
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Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13749087325596277177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148893180608109663.post-47823755946157782742019-03-13T16:39:00.000+10:002019-03-13T16:54:38.735+10:00Twelve Days of PNG - Day 8: "Be of Good Cheer!"<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Have you ever noticed the Spirit of God uses choruses that you learned growing up or early in life to come back to your mind when you need them?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">John 16:33 says, "These things I have spoken unto you that in me you might have peace. In the world you will have tribulation, but be of good cheer, for I have overcome the world." I can type this verse from memory because of a chorus someone taught me. I read the verse this morning, and I'm still singing the song.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I like this verse because life is stressful. It's a given. I shouldn't be surprised by it...but mostly, I shouldn't be disheartened by it. I can be cheerful if I'm looking at Jesus, knowing He's not stressed out and has it in control. Imagine what the world would look like if every Christian you knew was cheerful in spite of circumstances. Maybe if I sing this song enough I'll transform from an Eeyore to a Tigger!</span>Kaylynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849572055998952892noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148893180608109663.post-21639673827182846762019-03-12T16:46:00.000+10:002019-03-12T16:46:59.639+10:00Twelve Days of PNG - Day 7: "A Blast From the Past!" <br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Surprise! The man sitting with us at the breakfast table this morning went to a Bible college in my hometown. He knew my high school and the street where I grew up. Here, in PNG, was this man who preached occasionally at a church Dan and I spoke in once during our furlough. What are the odds?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He also said he worked at Senn's Dairy at one point in time. Senn's sold bottled milk right down the street from my high school. The store was one which had a "drive-thru." The customer ordered milk and a young man delivered it to your car. It was run by a Christian man, and at one time the workers were ultra-conservative. I have no idea when our breakfast companion worked there, but it brought back a memory that made me laugh.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I was riding in the car with my girlfriend when we were teens, getting milk. My friend has a definite sense of mischief and she turned up the "rock" music station on her car radio, then rolled down her window...knowing that it would make our delivery boy a bit uncomfortable. Truth be told, as a girl who avoided conflict, it made me a bit uncomfortable as well.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Having to bring up hard topics with someone isn't comfortable, and hearing hard topics isn't comfortable. Moving forward from a hard place isn't always comfortable. BUT...There is comfort, there is peace, and there is joy to be found in running to Jesus in our discomfort. Eventually there's a bend in the road and the path eases. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It's easy to feel a little lost in another culture, never sure of exactly what to do. I found myself praying that God would leave big footprints in the snow...that I could follow along to make walking a little easier in confusing situations. Looking ahead at ministry, it's just a walk of faith, one step at a time.</span></div>
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Kaylynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849572055998952892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148893180608109663.post-15199224724083989052019-03-10T08:35:00.001+10:002019-03-10T08:35:51.958+10:00Twelve Days of PNG - Day 4: "A New Look!"<a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/p/AF1QipOo0WuXxe6NGLiW7tV_QM0cBZKu-3XdkQkByWqn=s512-p-qv=pjv64mgn88ss1okgphnj6vl70smv4ko0m,m=416e4593cf9d65f78aa0f92e33d156b3,x=,t=41-iv292406?key=eWpsUUNjd1k0V3hnNGtrWll0dEFHTDFUT2lwWXp3" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" class="CToWUd" height="200" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/p/AF1QipOo0WuXxe6NGLiW7tV_QM0cBZKu-3XdkQkByWqn=s512-p-qv=pjv64mgn88ss1okgphnj6vl70smv4ko0m,m=416e4593cf9d65f78aa0f92e33d156b3,x=,t=41-iv292406?key=eWpsUUNjd1k0V3hnNGtrWll0dEFHTDFUT2lwWXp3" style="display: block;" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I just got new glasses before coming here...the kind that go dark in the sunlight. I don't always notice that it's happening, but before seeing photos of myself taken outside, I was hoping that I'd look like a secret agent or a movie star or something...but, nah. I look different, but don't feel different.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">This year's ministry on campus is going to have a different look. While the staff are working on finding ministry partners during the first part of this semester, we're considering ways to keep the ministry going on campus. We've been hearing that some of our alumni (students who we've trained in the past and who now have jobs in the area) have indicated a desire to maybe lead a discipleship group on campus. We're thinking God is moving to give our ministry a new look this year. Our goal is to keep the students focused on Jesus and the Great Commission...so while the look may be new, the focus will remain the same. (I wonder how it will all come together, but as long as MY focus is secure, maybe my fear of the unknown will be conquered.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">We had lunch with Beautlyn. Because her dad is sick and is asking for her, and her mom needs help with him, Beautlyn will change her status to associate staff next month just for a time. But she will be kept in the loop and rejoin us full time when she is able. She has such a big heart and a clear eye on following Jesus. It'll be interesting to </span><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">see how God will use her as she goes down this new road. (It reminded me of when Dan was in pain for two years in the States before coming to New Zealand. God used that time to build into his character.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">At dinner we talked with the woman running our guest house. We found out she is in the middle of writing a couple of musicals and is entering one of them in a competition in Australia (where she is from.) It's about the "flying doctor," who started a medical mission to reach people who were so remote in Australia that they couldn't get medical care back in the day. Who'd imagine I meet such a person in Port Moresby, Papua New Guinea! </span>Kaylynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849572055998952892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148893180608109663.post-32488811793040724512019-03-08T08:48:00.002+10:002019-03-08T08:48:59.601+10:00Twelve Days of PNG - Day 2: "It's the little things!"<a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qcNfYbNV2_s/XIGfjdwcSrI/AAAAAAAAzQI/T6rndyWD6ZMC6pRIyReQXmGCoask2pTcACKgBGAs/s1600/20190308_084442.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1019" data-original-width="845" height="200" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qcNfYbNV2_s/XIGfjdwcSrI/AAAAAAAAzQI/T6rndyWD6ZMC6pRIyReQXmGCoask2pTcACKgBGAs/s200/20190308_084442.png" width="165" /></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After a day of trying to brush my teeth with a toothpick, toothpaste, and my finger, Dan arrived in our room with a new toothbrush in his hand. I felt like he had just given me a bouquet of flowers. Never had a toothbrush seemed so romantic.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We spent the morning with our PNG team for a time of singing, devotions and outlining the schedule for the next few days. It's sure good to be with these beautiful people. On top of that, Beautlyn had a computer charge cord that fits my computer and she let me take it home! I'm all charged up!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We decided to take each member of our PNG team to lunch each day. Tanya was brave enough to go first. It was good to hear what's going on in her life and what she's learning and what she's trusting God for this year. God is growing her! These are things that we don't find out over a group phone call from New Zealand. </span><br />
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Kaylynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849572055998952892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148893180608109663.post-10818072132831801732019-03-07T08:03:00.000+10:002019-03-07T08:03:12.970+10:00Twelve Days of PNG - Day 1: "First Egg!"<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm looking at this trip like an egg carton. Twelve days, twelve little pockets of potential to fill. However, after just one day, I feel like I've already laid an egg of goof-ups. It turns out I (Kaylynn) forgot to bring my computer charge cord and my toothbrush. My computer is already dead and I'm using Dan's little tablet computer. I'm holding onto all those verses that say, "When I am weak, then I am strong." and "God uses the foolish things of the world to confound the wise." and "It's not by might, nor by power, but by my Spirit, says the Lord."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But...in spite of a day of traveling and very little sleep and forgetful brains, here we are with the privilege of a front-row seat to see what God will do! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">It was a toss-up if we'd have to come home early, because Dan's pain medication was switched when he filled his prescription just before we left. The new stuff doesn't work as effectively, which leaves him feeling a little "rough around the edges." He's hanging in there, though, and I think he can endure until we get home and work for a better solution.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The big end of the university year celebration was yesterday. We dedicated Andrea, who was our student president this year and is joining our staff team next year! Yahoo! We also met the father of another girl who intends (before we leave on Friday) to turn in her application to join our staff team as well. The father "just happened" to be in town the day we met him. He's very positive and encouraging! (Kind of a new experience for us.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">In the next few days we'll be evaluating our year...what went well, and what can be improved upon for next year. </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> I woke up in the middle of the night and decided for the next end of year celebration, we need to work on sharing more stories of how God changed lives, what He taught us, etc...more personal interaction and growth stories that give God glory. (As opposed to activities we've done.) I feel like a child looking up at my Father and wanting to be just like Him RIGHT NOW...and our staff to be just like Him RIGHT NOW. I had to remind myself this morning that it's OK to want to be better, but growth takes time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I read this verse this morning: (Luke 12:32) "Do not be afraid, little flock, for your Father has been pleased to give you the kingdom." I like it that Jesus calls us His little flock. He knows we have a lot of growing to do, but He's pleased to call us His own and give us everything He has. What's not to love about our Father?</span>Kaylynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849572055998952892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148893180608109663.post-44783228400399760232018-04-23T21:30:00.000+10:002018-04-24T09:45:09.029+10:00UPNG Graduation trip - Day 6: "From God's Word"<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">After a relaxing Saturday & Sunday (writing emails & letters, processing our missionary's reimbursements, etc), I spent today with our missionaries and on campus.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;">We met as a staff team for a few hours in the morning - they asked me to give a devotion so I chose the topic of <u>salvation</u>. I chose this topic because Kaylynn & I went to a funeral here in Port Moresby last month and a "super pastor" (<i>that's what he called himself - I'm assuming that the super is from superintendent</i>) preached that we become Christians by faith in Jesus, but then heaven is like a bank. The good things we do add to the bank and the bad things we do withdraw from the bank - when we die, Jesus looks at the balance and if it's negative, then he will say, "I do not know you" and you will go to hell. Then a few weeks ago, Dianne heard a sermon on the same topic and I thought that we should talk about salvation being a gift we receive by faith when we give our lives to Christ and it's always by faith and all our righteousness (that gets us into heaven) comes from Jesus. Jesus' one sacrifice for all gets us into Heaven, not our works. He does not have to die again if we sin. [<i>I used the following scriptures if you'd like to have a look: Galatians 2:16 - 3:3, 1 John 5:11-13, Hebrews 9:27 - 10:25, and 2 Timothy 3:1-7, 3:13-17 & 4:1-4</i>]</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">After the meeting, Elton & I went downtown to submit a paper for Elton's NZ visa application that we forgot to submit last Friday, and then to visit a good friend to talk about applying for land from the university to build a training facility and offices, etc.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">In the afternoon, we went to campus. We decided that since Elton needs to </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">pull himself off campus to </span>focus on finding more ministry partners (to financially support his ministry), that his 3 disciples will meet with Dianne's 4 disciples each week for Bible study and discussion on how the movement is going. We had planned to meet these 7 students at 5:00 to introduce this... but through miscommunication and other factors, only 1 guy showed up. We had a good yet brief discussion with him, but we'll have to leave the formation of the group to happen later. Please be praying for the discipleship groups on campus, especially the men's groups!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">At 6:30 or so (island time) our weekly meeting started. We had a good time of singing and Beautlyn (one of the new missionaries) gave her testimony. It was good, too, to see a first year student help as emcee - he did really well.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Then it was my turn to speak. I was asked to talk about having an <u>Eternal perspective</u>, and even though we (Campus Crusade) have several talks on this topic, I wanted to share from my experience and focus on scripture passages that have helped me focus my life own to live for eternity. I started with a story of how the guy who discipled me at Penn State came up to me one day all excited saying that he discovered that the Bible talked about me. I was a bit excited. He then read Philippians 3:18-19, "For many walk... as enemies of the cross of Christ, whose end is destruction, whose god is their appetite, and glory is in their shame", (this didn't seem very encouraging so far), "who set their mind on earthly things". "That's you", he said, "you set your mind on earthly things - you're an enemy of the cross!", he said with a big smile on his face. This was a bit strong, but I knew he was right. This was a turning point in my life, learning to set my mind on heavenly things, where I am a citizen already (verse 20). I chose a lot of scripture, and some students faded, but several students were riveted on me as they wrote things down as fast as they could. I know I am an earthen vessel (with flaws), yet God will still manifest himself to others through me & my humanness. [<i>These are the passages I shared: Romans 5:1-5, Romans 6:14-23, 1 Corinthians 3:16-17, 3:10-15, 2 </i></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Corinthians</span> 4:6-10, 4:11-18, and Philippians 3:7-11, 12-14, 17-21</i>]</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">After the meeting, 6 or 7 girls went up to the "Spider Chart" showing all the discipleship groups and wanted to be put into a group. This was so encouraging! And 1 guy (who was one who listened intently) also asked to be in a group!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13749087325596277177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148893180608109663.post-91432823017256992652018-04-20T21:00:00.000+10:002018-04-24T09:44:12.874+10:00UPNG Graduation trip - Day 3: "Graduation" (Friday)<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">What a day we had today. It was graduation day and our new missionaries were graduating from the University of Papua new Guinea.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span class="tL8wMe EMoHub" dir="ltr" id=":7g.co" style="text-align: left;">The girls wanted to get to campus by 6:30 am, so we planned that Elton would pick me up first at 5 before picking up the girls.. so I
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span class="tL8wMe EMoHub" dir="ltr" id=":82.co" style="text-align: left;">The graduates, being led by some traditional dancers, all marched down the hill to the graduation area.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Tonight we </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">invited our 5
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I shared about Kaylynn & myself and our history raising 4 kids in the Pacific islands (I gave them all a photo of Kaylynn & I since she wasn't there). I also shared, with Elton's prompting, that we as a ministry focus on </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Jesus' Great Commission
(Matt 28:18-20) which says to "make disciples of every nation" ("ethnos" = people
groups, of which PNG has over 830) - we focus on </span>discipling believers & training them to share their faith, disciple others, and train others to find disciples of their own. We are working at the University because the country's future leaders will come from it and most people groups (over time) are represented there. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">After I shared, I left the conversation hang a bit to see what would happen. One by one, all the parents shared how they felt when their daughter told them God was calling them to full-time ministry... and how they felt about it now. They were very honest, most saying that they were initially worried, concerned, or angry. All of them talked about how their relatives wanted to be "paid back" for helping to pay for the girls' education.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Elton and I both shared (Dianne had to leave early) how our parents responded at first. It also helped that I had 3 daughters and I shared how I knew how hard it was let them go out on their own (harder than with sons). The 3 girls also shared how God led them to join our ministry and how hard it was to tell their parents. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">In the end all the parents expressed support for their daughter and what she was doing. One parent shared with me afterwards that they appreciated my sharing how God has used me over the years in the Pacific, shewing that my commitment to the Pacific islands is long term. Another parent shared how honored they felt with their daughter being the first person from both sides of her family to become a missionary. Another parent shared how they see this calling by God to be a higher calling, and that even though the relatives were hoping to be repaid, in the end what their daughter was doing was going to impact others for eternity. Another parent shared how they are convinced that many new missionaries will join with us in the future through these girls.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">We hung around and went outside and took lots of photos. It was obvious that everyone was encouraged and not eager to get away. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Personally, I enjoyed talking to the men, Elidah's father and Beautlyn's grandfather. Both are godly men and I found myself greatly encouraged!</span>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13749087325596277177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148893180608109663.post-89317571523428748372018-04-19T15:00:00.000+10:002018-04-24T09:43:23.207+10:00UPNG Graduation trip - Day 1: "Elton" (Wed & Thur)<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The day we fly to PNG is always a very long day (with lots of naps). This trip, I woke up at 2:30 am, caught my shuttle to the airport at 3:30, checked in for my flight at 4:30... and then called Kaylynn and woke her up and pleaded with her to get out of bed and bring me my wallet that I left at the house (I can't function in PNG without money). She was wonderful and did this for me, and 30 minutes later it was good to see her again (briefly) as she drove past me holding my wallet in her outstretched arm out the window of the car.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I arrived in Port Moresby (Papua New Guinea) at 1:30 pm (3:30 pm NZ time) and Elton & Dianne were waiting for me - with wonderful smiles! They drove me to my guest house and left me there. I needed to get my head straightened out and to make a plan for my time in PNG (only 8 days). (I'll count this day as day 0)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The next day (day 1) Elton picked me up and we spent all day together. We talked about lots of stuff, including the need to him to work full-time on his support and pull himself off of campus for a few months. I was pleased to hear that he was thinking the same. So this is what we are going to do, we just have to figure out how to keep his disciples engaged and motivated without him being around.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Elton is part of an Oceania leadership training over the next 2 years, with the first week starting in New Zealand at the end of May (<i>it will be exciting to introduce him to all the family and our church - many of whom have been praying for him!</i>). So we went downtown to the NZ Immigration service together and submitted his application for a NZ visitor's visa.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">We then went to campus (UPNG) to meet up with his disciples, and then headed back downtown to IRC (like the IRS or IRD) and met with a person who was investigating a tax issue we have. We saw her, and things are not all sorted, but we refreshed her mind with who we are and had several things clearly explained to us, which is very helpful.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Tonight we are taking our 3 new missionaries and their parents out to dinner to get to know each other. I'm a bit nervous, but excited at the same time. I'll write about that in the next blog.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Dan</span>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13749087325596277177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148893180608109663.post-24402361541405015272018-04-05T11:27:00.000+10:002018-04-05T17:43:20.885+10:00PNG Easter Conference trip - Last full day: "Not Somehow, But Triumphantly!"<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">This is the last full day of our trip. This is the day of frantically trying to attend to all the details of ministry that need a personal (not online) touch. Some of these details were planned for yesterday, but alas...<br /><br />Eva Puipuiās (our former PNG directorās wife) sister died and her funeral was yesterday afternoon. Funerals here are longer than in the U.S. or New Zealand. We left the funeral early after almost 4 hours. (There was probably another hour or so to go.) Evaās sister and brother-in-law have been instrumental in supporting and helping our PNG ministry and our young staff team here. The brother-in-law is a busy and influential pastor, but has taken time out for such things as taking our staff to the airport in the early morning. He's also come to some of our programs, doing things like giving prayers of dedication for graduating students. Our hearts go out to him as he deals with his great loss.<br /><br />As Iām writing this, Dan is flitting around to do banking, meeting with Elton, modeling leading a discipleship group, hashing out issues of taxes with the PNG government, getting the ministry van inspected for road fitness, etc. <br /><br />The girl who discipled me in high school had a saying, āNot somehow, but triumphantly.ā Itās based on that verse in 2 Cor. 2:14 that says, āBut thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumphal procession in Christ, and through us spreads everywhere the fragrance of the knowledge of him.ā So, my prayer for Dan today is that heāll depend on God...and smell good! </span>Kaylynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849572055998952892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148893180608109663.post-9514928260932001412018-04-03T12:24:00.000+10:002018-04-03T12:24:58.160+10:00PNG Easter Conference Trip - Easter Weekend: "Smashing Walls!"<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">"Smashing Walls" was the theme of this year's conference. Of course, Jesus smashed the biggest wall of all when He made a way for sinful man to get to a holy God.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">My personal wall for this conference was having the energy and clarity to come up with and deliver the 3 devotional talks I was tasked with. (The 3 hour earlier time difference on top of getting here just the day before the conference started didn't give much leeway for foggy brains.) Dan also has a similar story to tell. However, I think our PNG staff had the biggest wall to smash through with regards to this conference. It seems the common thread of all conferences that the staff organizing it are pretty much over-taxed and exhausted by the end of it. I feel bad that Dan and I weren't able to be here a few days earlier to help out practically with the on-the-ground prep-work. That being said, God did some big things in the hearts of our students</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> this year.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">As we went through the written feedback from the conference, it looks like 7 students became Christians. Many more learned what it meant to walk with God and the importance of being involved in small group discipleship. One student in particular couldn't seem to get over being amazed at the truth of God's love and forgiveness for him personally!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Learning how to share their faith and then going out to a nearby marketplace to practice seemed a favorite part of the conference for many of the students.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Even though there were many details of this conference that we could have improved upon, it's wonderful to know that God's Spirit can smash through and cause His work and purpose to be done. Easter is all about Jesus' light conquering the darkness. We got to see the personal darkness of the 7 of our students conquered when they trusted Jesus to be their Saviour, as well as the 36 others that did the same on our day of outreach.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Our prayer is that the darkness in PNG will keep being pushed back and that the Light of Jesus will keep getting brighter...especially on the campus of UPNG!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>Kaylynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849572055998952892noreply@blogger.com1