For our second to last RUF of the semester (yes, I said, second to last), we did something a little out of the ordinary.  There is a beautiful amphitheater on campus nestled between the on-campus Barnes & Noble and Fraternity Row.  That is where we had RUF last week!

It was beautiful!  Beautiful to be outside in the unusually cool Mississippi spring weather.  Beautiful to sing toward the sky instead of the walls of Dorman auditorium.  Beautiful to watch as the crowd of college students spilled in to hear the Word of God!

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Photo credit: Megan Schmidt

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Photo credit: Megan Schmidt

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As the sun set, we sang these words:

The Lord has promised good to me…
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be…
as long as life endures.

When we’ve been here ten thousand years…
bright shining as the sun.
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise…
then when we’ve first begun.

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me….
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow!

What a trip! We are thankful for the experience and thankful to have come safely home.  Hope y’all enjoy seeing a little of what we experienced last week at Sacred Road on the Yakama Indian Reservation.  This video is probably a more complete presentation of what we did.  But, here’s my personal attempt. Love y’all. 

We spent Saturday in Seattle exploring Pike Place Market, home to the original Starbucks, a gum wall, the “world’s best macaroni and cheese,” the freshest west coast seafood, and an endless number of delicious samples!  Below is Caroline with our “Breadzel” and a thumbs up! (fun name, right?)

Megan, in the center, is responsible for a lot of these pictures! Thanks, Megan!

At one point this street musician had a guitar balanced on his chin, a harmonica to his mouth, another guitar in his arms, two hula hoops spinning around his waist and bells jingling on both his feet!  It was crazy! He broke out in a hilarious rendition of “10 Little Monkeys Jumpin on the Bed” for this little boy.

Fresh, beautiful, inexpensive produce and flowers on every corner!

Karis (left), our co-intern, with two of our girls in front of the self-proclaimed “Grossest Tourist Destination in Seattle.”

We got to see Katie Tracy, our friend and the RUF Intern at UW.

Saturday afternoon, we made the three hour van ride east to the town of Yakima (bigger than Starkville!) for dinner and then on to the Reservation where we settled into our home for the week–Harrah Community Church.  The drive was beautiful. My measly phone pictures don’t do it justice.

Our friend Zach took a nap.

Pitstop to look at the mountains.

Funny.

Look at this tumbleweed I found outside of the church. Huge! They were everywhere and blew across your path just like in Westerns!


Sunday was orientation day we learned a lot about the history of the Yakama nation–their beliefs, how they lived before they were forced off their land, the treaties that the US government made with them, the culminating results of years on the Res.  This video shares a lot of stats on these results.

Monday through Friday we did construction from 9 to 3 and then went to Kid’s Club in Totus Park, a neighborhood in White Swan (a town on the Res).

This is Melissa. Melissa is holding a caulk gun.  Melissa and this caulk gun were my closest companions throughout our construction time.

We worked with these guys (and 1 more. hey Mr. Harris!) in the new youth room in the new church building.  It’s incredible that the church has come so far in the 10 years the pastor’s family has been there.  They didn’t expect to have a real conversation with people in the community until around their 8th year…They are starting Sunday services on Easter! Praise the Lord.

Several of our construction groups chain-sawed, moved wood to the church, and chopped it for firewood.  I (Caroline) got to use a chain saw for the first time!  This is only a portion of the wood.

We also painted these swings to go under the deck at the new church.

This very patient group worked on another site constructing this playset for a couple of sweet boys in the community.  It had somewhere around one million pieces:)

This team re-roofed the same family’s house.

Kelly spent most of his week with the guy to his left, Scott Miller.  The two, along with a few others composed the self-proclaimed “groundlings.”  They spent most of their time pulling weeds, weed-eating, and picking up LOTS of trash.

Beautiful lunch break.  There’s Kelly’s densest pile to his left.  (He was really proud of it)

It felt so good to burn those weeds after spending several days pulling them:)  Damien, the little boy in the photo, would eagerly hop in and help us out for a few minutes before getting bored and running to the next group of people and offering them his services.  We had to keep the fires very small because the constant wind could lead large flames to catch on surrounding grass.

Several nights throughout the week, Kelly led us in worship (did you know he’s been learning how to play the guitar??) with Megan on the violin and a couple of different girls leading vocally.

On our morning off we went on a little drive to White Pass looking for a place to sled.  Did you know that sledding sites can get snowed in?? Apparently, they can.  We found another spot.  I slid down once sans sled with a girl. Kelly had a few good slides on a sled.

This is Kelly driving. Notice the snow wall to the right. Not something we’re used to down here in Miss-ssippi!

There were ski slopes by the Welcome Center we stopped at!

And a high hill that people threw snowballs from!

Sled, Kelly, sled!

One of the highlights of the week was Kid’s Club.  Even though two of the days were rainy and cold, we spent three afternoons with the children who live in a neighborhood called Totus Park.  We jumped rope, played four square, did crafts, blew bubbles, gave a lot of piggy-back rides, played kickball, ate snacks, sang songs and listened to a Bible story acted out by a few kids.

Someone made hats for the kids and handed them out one day while we were there.

This is Alan, one of the kids our team built the swing set for!

I told a four-year-old little boy that he was “an expert” at the craft we were making that day. He looked at me sternly for a moment and said, “No! I am not! I am 1/2 Indian!”  I had to apologize and explain what an expert was:)

This sweet girl is Leah.  She thought it was really cool that my middle name is Leah.

I told her about another Leah, from the Bible.

Joshua is the children’s minister at Sacred Road.  He’s from Macon, GA! Pray for him as he works diligently with these children.

We had a full, full week.  I’m still processing a lot. I know I won’t understand some of the things I heard and saw. I’m thankful for it all though.

Our whole team!

This whole team slept on the floor of the Seattle airport for three hours early last Saturday morning! We had to drive through Friday night to get to the airport in time to return the rented vans and catch our early flight.

Can you spot Kelly?

Thank you for your prayers!  Please keep praying for the growing church there and the unreached nations.  God is doing such wonderful things already, but He hears our prayers and answers them!

Tomorrow afternoon, we’re flying to Seattle! …with 29 RUF folks!  

Ultimately, we’ll make our way to Yakama, WA (a couple of hours east of Seattle) to work with a church called Sacred Road on an Indian Reservation.  The town is named for the Yakama people who live on the Reservation.  It’s rare to find a church on a reservation because of the long, estranged past that the church has with Native Americans.  Sacred Road has been there for about 7 years and is now having Sunday services! Praise the Lord!

Pray with us as we go!  Pray for safety, for love, for understanding.  We have an opportunity to encourage the family that has been living and working so diligently at Sacred Road.  We’ll also, hopefully, be able to improve a small bit of God’s world doing construction.  Lastly, we hope to build meaningful relationships–in our own group of students and with the people we’ll meet!  

Look for an update in a couple of weeks about how the trip has gone.  In the meantime, pray pray pray!!!

caroline’s parents came to visit! 2/17-19

kelly preaching! 2/23

listen to the podcast: http://msstate.ruf.org/james-the-life-of-freedom

we went to nashville to see kelly’s parents! 2/24-26

ruf late night at the MANsion – the shindiggers & putnam smith! 3/1

 

our nephew sawyer can’t quite fit in his little seat :)

We’re two & (almost) a half weeks into the second semester of the internship. We are now “allowed” to lead small groups. Kelly & I are leading one, together, on relationships. Even though I’m a married lady, I have this scrambly feeling that we don’t know anything! Truth is, we know very little about what marriage is supposed to look like, how to be good neighbors, and how to love our families from however many hundreds of miles away. In an attempt to gain some wisdom to pass on to the girls in our small group, I have started reading Life Together by Dietrich Bonhoeffer.

In reading the first chapter, I was convicted of my lack of gratitude for a lot of things, but especially for what he calls “common Christian life” or Christian community. Bonhoeffer–a German theologian and Christian who, in his last years, shared the Gospel in many Nazi concentration camps where he was a prisoner and eventually hanged, speaks of the gracious gift that is Christian community. He says,

It is true, of course, that what is an unspeakable gift of God for the lonely individual is easily disregarded and trodden under foot by those who have the gift every day. It is easily forgotten that the fellowship of Christian brethren is a gift of grace, a gift of the Kingdom of God that any day may be taken from us, that the time that still separates us from utter loneliness may be brief indeed. Therefore, let him who until now has had the privilege of living in common Christian life with other Christians praise God’s grace from the bottom of his heart.  Let him thank God on his knees and declare: It is grace, nothing but grace, that we are allowed to live in community with Christian brethren.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow!

We sent out an email a week or two ago asking for prayer for the upcoming activities.  Thank you for joining us in giving our requests to the Lord.  Prayers were answered, folks!  The last two weeks of the semester were nothing less than excellent!  Here are some pictures from the merrymaking!

Our RUF-wide Christmas party was so much fun.  We dressed to fit the “Redneck Christmas” theme (see Kelly’s tattoo and Caroline’s rat tail & 5 o’clock shadow!), enjoyed sampling the Bake-Off goodies, and sang beautiful Christmas hymns.

Brian, our Campus Minister, read the story of Christ’s first coming from the Jesus Storybook Bible.  Then we just kept on hanging out!

We were surprised and grateful for the good turnout amidst the stress of exams and final papers.

The following Saturday, we hosted the First Annual Christmas Movie Marathon (mainly geared toward our freshmen who seem to love movies as much as we do).  After more than 12 hours, 7 Christmas movies, 2 great BIG batches of cookies, a few pizzas, popcorn, candy canes, a pot of soup, and the decking of a card board Christmas tree we deemed the day a success and turned in.

The day was a lot of fun!  We had around 50 students come through — some on study breaks, some on procrastination binges. It was fun to have a long period of down time with them, especially before going our separate ways for the break.

Once exam week started at the beginning of last week, we didn’t have much success securing one-on-ones with students.  Plan B: hang out in the Bakery with free snacks and games.  We spent the majority of two days there just chatting and reading alongside students, playing games and drinking coffee.  So many of our RUFers pass through the Bakery!  It will probably become a normal thing for us to hang there like that during the busiest times of the semester just to say “hello!” and offer a hug or free food. :)

Praying you know the peace of Jesus right now. He came to make things right and good, to bring peace and joy! Praise God!

CJ

 


We are so in love! This is our latest edition, a nephew:
Wesley Sawyer Hollingsworth!

Born Tuesday, November 15, at 4:13 p.m. He weighed 8 lbs. 7 oz. and was 21 1/2 inches long.

He’s a charmer. He has lots of beautiful dark wavy hair that grows like it’s combed to the side. His cry is soft and sounds like a little bird. He’s a good sleeper and is learning to suck his thumb.

His mother is a warrior. His grandparents are saints. I have all the respect in the world for them.

Praise God for new life!

Since Monday, I’ve been waiting.  I’ve been waiting to see a sweet baby come into the world.  I want to meet him and hold him and pray over him and cry with him and kiss his tiny ears and tiny toes.  My sister, Victoria, went to the hospital on Monday with nausea and stomach pains.  (Mind you she’s a very big 36 weeks and the doctor plans to induce this Monday if nothing happens before.)  We thought that could be it!  It could be Baby Sawyer’s birthday!

Nope. Though she was already 4 cm (whoa!) and having steady contractions (whoa!), she was released the next morning.  Now we wait.

I’m thinking a lot of this Sandra McCracken song, called “Hidden Place.”  Here are some of my favorite lyrics…  Oh heck, I can’t choose. Just listen to the whole song and read along:

I was made in a hidden place / There from your love I could not escape / If I tried

In wonder and in trembling state / We wait to meet this child / I cannot see with human eyes / The secret plans you have devised / My heart is full as I contemplate / The frailty and the fullness / Oh I marvel at Your goodness to me

How soon the fog will lift / We will hold her like a gift

But for now I rest in the in-between / And the heavy clouds of this waiting season / Knowing that you are as close as the clothes I wear. / These hours I will savor / You surround me as I waiver / Whom am I to know such favor

I was made in a hidden place / There from your love I could not escape / If I tried

Please pray that this cold I have would go away so I can be in the delivery room.  I want to see this happen!  I am jealous for this boy’s attention! :)

Pray for rest and strength for my sister, for peace and trust in the Lord.

Pray for this child–that he would never remember a day without Jesus.

CJ

I tell you this story to show you how God is at work here in Mississippi. Through tragedy, God works. 

On their way back to church in Oxford, three Ole Miss students were killed in a car accident last Sunday.  They had spent the weekend at home in Madison, MS.  All three boys were freshmen and members of Kappa Alpha.  Their deaths sent a shockwave through the Greek systems at Ole Miss and, here, at Mississippi State.

During the previous week, I made plans to grab lunch with a sophomore transfer student.  So on Monday we met and I asked him how he was doing.  A Kappa Alpha, also from Madison, he shared that he was doing “okay,” but was really feeling for the students who knew the boys well.  He told me that on the night of the accident the KAs at Ole Miss had gotten together and about fifty of them had accepted Christ!  As we continued to talk, he mentioned the idea of having a similar time for students at Mississippi State to get together and pray.  I agreed that that would be a good idea.

Later that day, he sent me a text and asked if Grace Presbyterian Church would be open that night for the prayer meeting we’d talked about.   After checking with a deacon, I told him that it would be open at 9 o’clock.  I got there at 8:45 to unlock the doors. Nearly 50 people passed through the sanctuary doors of Grace Pres.  I only knew 4 of them from RUF activities!

I watched from a pew in the back as my friend, this sophomore student, opened the time by reading a few passages of scripture about prayer and prayed aloud, opening a time of silent prayer.  Then, he led the group in worship on his guitar.  When he finished, the group stuck around and sat quietly, continuing to pray and hug each other. My friend came back to me and asked if I thought he should lead the group in some more worship songs.  I told him that he should hang back and just thank people for coming as they trickled out.

I tell you this story to show you how God is at work here in Mississippi. Through tragedy, God works.  He does not abandon His people.  He used my friend, a sophomore fraternity brother who cared about his hurting friends, to gather together this group—believers and non-believers—and give them a time to mourn and talk to God together. I was greatly encouraged to see him leading and loving these people after something like this happened.  I heard later that week that over 500 people attended the funeral, decked in Ole Miss red & blue.

I hope this was an encouragement and challenge to you.  When disaster strikes, we as believers can rest in the sovereignty of God.  We are free to love those who are hurting.  We can enter into their suffering and be there with them.  We can acknowledge that events like this show us that the world is not the way it’s supposed to be.  Every bit of this world is affected by sin, but we are not without hope.  Revelation 21:4 says, “He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning nor crying nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”

Our God sent Jesus Christ to a world of people who were dead, dead in sin, so they might have life.  As we are given that life and we grow in the knowledge and love of our Lord, I pray that we would not shy away from hurt, but enter into the struggle to bring the love of Christ to the mourning and broken.  

KJ

me, sarah douglas, & kelly

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