Grounded

We have been grounded. Churches have stopped meeting. Planes have stopped flying. Most of our appointments have been canceled. For the unforeseeable future, we will stay put. But we have not been grounded like a naughty child for disobeying the rules. We have been grounded, like all of you, to prevent the spread of a deadly disease

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A pastor's house in the Philippine countryside

We are grateful that, in the months previous to the pandemic hitting the U.S., we were able to be active. Charlie's recovery from the stroke was sufficient so that we were able to join a team from our church on a mission trip to Jamaica in early January. Although he could only be involved for about half the day, we were confident that his healing was progressing. Based on that trip, we booked tickets to go to the Philippines where Charlie would teach a class on church leadership at the Mindanao Evangelistic Baptist Seminary and Institute. 

Charlie's class

Our trip to the Philippines was a huge blessing. Charlie taught a group of ten pastors and teachers who are working on obtaining a Master of Ministries degree.  The school provided a guest room so we could stay on campus. That allowed him to rest during the lunch hour so that he would have the energy he needed to teach in the afternoon. The seminar format he used was easier for him to manage with his compromised speaking skills.

I prepared the students for their summer ministry of VBS by teaching them a curriculum about Daniel. Due to a bad cold I picked up just before leaving the U.S., I almost lost my voice. God was gracious in allowing me to continue, but it was touch and go for a while. As a result, I gave them more responsibility for teaching each other, and that seemed to work well. 

My class

We returned to the U.S. just in time to avoid the quarantine in the Philippines. Our flight back was almost empty, and we were able to stretch out and sleep. We are planning to return to Mindanao next year for a longer trip with added ministry opportunities to the rural churches.

We are grateful that we still have plenty to do. Charlie has resumed his speech therapy and he's trying to figure out the next step in his doctoral program. I, too, have several projects that need my attention.

Right now, we are thankful to be grounded in the Lord. May you, dear reader, be rooted and grounded in the love of God so that this pandemic and the ensuing economic difficulties will not sway you from the total security that is found in Christ. (See Eph. 3.)

In Celebration of My Parents' Seventieth Anniversary

His blue eyes twinkle when he looks at her. When he smiles, the wrinkles around his eyes crease even deeper.

At their seventieth anniversary celebration

“Do you know what?” he says, with a conspiratorial whisper. “I still love her.”

She laughs. “After seventy years, too! He has an amazing way of overlooking all my faults and only remembering the good things.”

Her statement seems to encapsulate the carefree joy they have in each other.

“I got a good thing when I married her,” he tells me.

I hear this story almost every day now. He does not remember that he told me the same thing yesterday. Every day she’s just as sweet to him as she was the day before.

Sometimes, though, he is sad. He knows that he is weak and cannot do much. “I guess it’s the women who do everything,” he says with a sigh as he watches his wife fold and put away laundry.

“Sure,” she replies, sarcasm underlining her words. “It was the women who built our daughters’ furniture and built our house in Indonesia. It was the women who trekked through the jungle. It must have been the women who started the Bible school and the orphanage too.”

“What are you talking about?” he asks.

“You,” she says. “You did all of that and more.”

“I did?” he asks incredulously. “I can’t remember.”

It’s true. He doesn’t remember. He doesn’t remember the army man who was assigned to the communications division in Italy during WWII or the man who thought he would become a mortician. He doesn’t remember enrolling at Bob Jones College or even meeting his wife. She says that he pursued, but she was cautious. She was following God’s call to be a missionary and thought that meant she would be single all her life. Yet God called him to be a missionary too, so on a hot summer day in August of 1948, they joined their lives together. Four years later, equipped with bachelor's degrees and a couple years of experience in the pastoral ministry, they set off for Dutch New Guinea (now called West Papua, Indonesia) to teach, preach, and establish churches.

It was hard at first, especially when they found out about the brutal murder of the two missionaries who were supposed to meet and train them. But they persevered - learning the language, adjusting to the climate and culture, and being so far from home. By the time they had been there 14 years, they had seen God save many people from their bondage to sin and churches were established. Harold started a Bible college to train pastors and leaders. Then, in a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, he was accused of being a CIA spy and sent to solitary confinement in a prison in Jakarta. It took seven months of negotiations to get him released. Hostage in Jakarta, a book on the table next to his recliner, reminds him of that time.

The years after Indonesia are foggy too. Unable to return to Indonesia, the mission sent them to Trinidad. After three years, they returned to the U.S. where he pastored churches in Illinois and Iowa. Yet the desire to serve abroad was still strong, so when an opportunity arose to work in the Philippines, they went.  Their adopted Filipina daughter is the jewel they brought back when they returned. She is now a constant reminder of his time there. When Harold’s aging mother needed them, he became the Missions Director for AMG International in Chattanooga. He still traveled the globe, balancing a myriad of details and obligations, while his wife stayed home. As his secretary, she was his right hand both at work and at home.

Most people thought his retirement from AMG at 77 years of age ended his ministry career, but retirement did not suit him. He still had more to offer. Was there a church that needed a pastor but could not afford to pay one? With his retirement income, he could do that. He found one in Maine. Many of their contemporaries thought they were crazy to move again, but they loved serving God together. He pastored there for five years before the Maine winters and his arthritis forced him to move south again.

Muriel’s adventuresome spirit is evident when she reflects on the way God led them. Over the years, they have moved at least 30 times. Every time, sadness engulfed her as she left friends behind, but she was ready to embrace the next adventure. She stood behind him, encouraging him to go forward for God. She gave birth to six children, and then they adopted one more and fostered more than 40 others along the way. Harold enjoys telling people that they have one and a half dozen children. “One,” he says with a pause, “and a half dozen.”

Muriel admires him. Sure, he is weak now and his memory is failing, but he has given his all for God. Together, they have followed God’s leading all along the way. Now it is not as easy to pick up and go, though Muriel is still active. She seems to think that it is normal to be teaching Sunday School at 92. And why should she give up on helping with Vacation Bible School? If you were to ask her if she wanted to go on a missions trip to Africa, she would ask, “When are we leaving?” She is still ready to go and do whatever God asks at any time, though right now that is at her husband’s side.

They are a good match. For seventy years, they have put each other’s needs before their own. Choosing to overlook each others’ faults, they have found joy in supporting each other. With hard work and prayer, their dreams and goals have been focused on pleasing God. And although they know it is impossible, they wish they could have seventy more years together.

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I wrote this in the weeks leading up to their seventieth anniversary. God enabled them to have almost seventy-one years together before He took Dad home.

If Life is Like a River, then Ministry is Like Rafting

Some say that life is like a river. It makes sense. A river bends and winds its way down to a vast ocean, just like life winds its way through the years and ends in a vast eternity, either with God or without him. You never know what lies around the bend. It could be beauty or devastation, waterfalls or still water.

If life is like a river, then ministry is like rafting.  There are times of still waters where you get to enjoy the beautiful scenery as you float by. Routine and quiet days fill the weeks of ministry. Ordinary milestones like anniversaries, weddings., baby dedications, and birthdays are like the beauty on the banks of river where you see carefully planted gardens, towering trees, and flowers blooming. You float peacefully through those days, reveling in their joyful serenity, appreciating the warm sunshine and relatively cloudless days. Sometimes the quiet can lull you into thinking that life is peaceful and all the hard times are behind you.

Then, suddenly, the current speeds up and you know that difficulty lies ahead. At times in our ministry lives, we have had some warning that ministry was going to get difficult again. Perhaps, it was an undercurrent of unhappiness or a conflict that did not quickly resolve. At other times, it took us completely by surprise. As we rounded the bend, we were able to see the white water ahead and know that it would take all of our energy and all of our skill and strength to avoid the rocks and stay upright through the roiling waves. We knew that we might even be injured in the process, but that at least it would be tough and exhausting. We knew, too, that we needed to lead the raft of people in our ministry in such a way that we would not cause permanent damage to anyone on board.

However, in ministry "rafting," we have a Guide who has been down "our" river ahead of us and knows every unseen danger. If we were to try to navigate on our own, we would put ourselves and those with whom we minister at serious risk, but with our Guide we can rest assured that He will help us navigate around the sharp rocks and through the white water. He will even help us over that massive waterfall that looks impassable.

These days our journey in ministry with IPM often feels like river rafting. We have quiet, peaceful days when we are preparing for our next trip. We spend our days studying, writing, corresponding, making phone calls, connecting with churches, and reaching out to those around us. Then the speed picks up as we buy tickets and start making lists of the things we need to take with us. We stop the mail and the garbage pickup. We alert our neighbors to our upcoming absence and send out emails to relatives and friends asking for prayer. And then we take off - into the white water, speeding through the next days and weeks when we touch down in a new place to teach.  Then almost as suddenly as it began, we end our time there and find ourselves back in relative calm.

We would appreciate prayer that God would use us in each phase of our ministry - on those quiet, calm days and on the exciting, rushed ones. More than anything, when we eventually find our way to the end of our river and enter into the ocean of eternity, we want to hear a shout of "Well Done" from the Captain of our souls.

January Newsletter

Come and hear, all ye that fear God, and I will declare what he hath done for my soul. Psalm 66:16

Dear friends and family,

God has done great things in the past year, and we want to declare His greatness to all who will listen.

Church in Guatemala

1. He funded our travel. When we started the year, we saw that the money in our travel account was inadequate for the trips we planned to take. Here we are beginning a new year, and we now have more money in that account than we did last year at this time after taking five trips and visiting six countries. How great is His provision!
2. He brought people to a saving faith in His Son, Jesus Christ. Throughout our travels we were witnesses to Christ's great work of redemption. In Guatemala alone, we saw more than twenty people make professions of faith.
3. He gave us new opportunities to serve Him. IPM held their first pastors' conference in the Amazon town of Mazan, Peru, and Charlie was one of the teachers. We both taught in Mindanao, Philippines, and they have asked us to come back and teach again. Joan partnered with Levi Schooley to lead a VBS seminar in Arequipa, Peru. It was the first time they had worked together and they both enjoyed it.

   

   Teaching a game in Peru

4. He gave us the opportunity to take a missions trip "vacation" to Europe where we were able to help out in ministries in Belarus and Luxembourg.

As we look back and see His faithfulness to us in the past year, we have no doubt that He will again be faithful in 2017.

1. We expect that we will take at least five trips again this year and maybe more, and we have no doubt that, so long as we only go where He sends us, He will fund those as well.
2. We expect that He will continue to save people in the various ministries we visit around the world, and we are looking forward to be able to witness His power at work in changing people's lives.
3. We expect that He will help us as we seek to improve our skills to do a better job. In just a few weeks we are headed to Bolivia where we will visit IPM's missionaries there and take an intensive Spanish course. In addition, Charlie has been working on his doctorate so that he will be better qualified to teach at a seminary level.
4. We expect that this will be a full year. In addition to trips to Bolivia, the Philippines, Uruguay and one or two African countries, Charlie also plans to go to Cuba. We also love to teach and preach whenever we are in the U.S.
5. We expect that none of this will be done well unless God works in us and through us, so we value your prayers and support.

Your partners with national missionaries around the world,

Charlie and Joan Farley

A Picture Summary of 2016

Take a trip with us and see where we were and what we were doing abroad during the past year.  We each took five trips and went to six countries.  Five of those trips we took together and we each took one trip alone. That does not even count the trips we took within the U.S. where we went to Pennsylvania, South Carolina, Minnesota, Florida, North Carolina, California, and probably some other states too.  It was a busy and blessed year, and we are looking forward to an even busier one this year.

We put together a Prezi presentation online of our trips abroad. Just click on the link, and it will take you there. Then you can cruise through the photos and, if we visited you, maybe even find a photo of yourself.  Just tap on the link and then in the new window use the arrow keys to go through the presentation.

God Answers Prayer

God answers prayer

Some prayers were spoken in terms of simple desires.  "Lord, it would be nice to go to the Philippines to see the work of MEBSI and participate in that ministry."  We thought the door for us might be closed there, so it was more of a spoken desire than an actual request.  Yet God heard us and answered.

Some prayers barely left our lips before we saw the answers.  When we arrived at the airport, we discovered that our plane was delayed and we would miss our connection.  "Lord," we prayed quietly, "please help us."  A very helpful airline agent found another flight for us.  We got our tickets and then waited in an extremely slow security line.  Once again our prayer was, "Lord, please get us there in time."  We passed through security and ran for the gate, arriving just in time to board.  "Thank you, Lord," we breathed as we walked on.

We prayed that we might be a blessing along the way.  On the very long flight across the Pacific, Charlie sat next to a man who was on his way to reunite with his wife.  Charlie had the opportunity to talk with him about his faith and explain the gospel to him.

Joan teaching.

We prayed that we might be effective in our teaching.  We knew that our students had learned English as a second (or even third) language and there could be a significant language barrier.  For the most part, the students were responsive and enthusiastic about what they were learning.  We have been invited back again, and this time the students and faculty want us to spend some time observing their ministries after the classes are over.  That was another answer to prayer.

After classes and graduation were over, we headed to Manila where we were supposed to bard a bus to Baguio, a popular tourist town up in the mountains where many Filipinos escape the summer heat.  We headed to the bus station but were told they were all full.  "Lord, direct our steps," we prayed, when we saw that our plans were not working.  Within a few hours we received a call from Pastor Livioco who told us he had managed to get us seats on the overnight bus, and we were once again on our way.

Charlie preaching on Easter Sunday.

"Lord, let us be a blessing to Foundation Baptist Church," we prayed.  Charlie participated in a Q&A time and I shared part of my testimony in family camp.  Then on Sunday, Charlie preached in the morning service.  A number of people openly responded to his message.

There were also unexpected blessings.  First there was the blessing of music.  I taught the college students a new song to go along with the VBS curriculum.  When they got to the chorus, they broke out into four-part harmony.  What a surprise and pleasure that was.  Then on Easter Sunday, the church amazed us with their mini-cantata.  Their music ministered deeply to our souls.

Charlie's class - the MEBSI faculty.

Then there was the blessing to getting to know some of God's people in the Philippines.  Our hearts were bound to the Namocs and Liviocos and to others working with them.  We began to understand the unique role each of them has in God's work, and we really appreciate what God is doing in and through them there.

God answers prayers - all kinds of prayers.  We are grateful for the many prayers God's people prayed on our behalf because we know He answered those as well.

Thank you, God, for answering  prayer.

Scenes from Cagayan de Oro

What a surprise it was to arrive and find a big banner across the front of the auditorium announcing the coming week's DVBS seminar.  A smaller one hung in front of the building.  I spent some of the time teaching on general principles of ministry to children and the rest of the time getting the students ready for their summer ministry of holding Vacation Bible School in churches throughout the area.

The boys sat on one side of the room, and the girls on the other.  So when we broke into discussion groups, it was usually a group of all boys or all girls.

Do you need to go somewhere that is too far to walk, but not on the route that the jeepneys and buses travel?  Then you need a bicycle with a side cart.

These vehicles are actually a small van body built onto a motorcycle.  They usually travel the smaller streets and have regular routes.

Do you need to have something carried?  You might be able to hire this young man to do it for you.

Security guards abound.  Every store and shopping mall has at least one.  They inspect your bags and purses when you walk in.  If there is a perceived threat, you might have to leave your shopping bags with them while you shop.

When we think of reaching out to Muslims, we do not always think of the Philippines, but Mindanao has many Muslim faithful who live there.  I encountered these ladies in the mall, and they graciously allowed me to take their picture.

More Than Bravery

Mindanao, the southern island in the Philippine archipelago, is known for trouble.  An active rebel movement called the New People’s Army has kept the Philippine army busy for decades.  While we were there, they killed eight soldiers in a town not far away.  In addition, an extremist Muslim group, Abu Sayef, periodically makes the news with its activity.  Years ago they captured New Tribes missionaries, Martin and Gracia Burnham, and held them for ransom.  When the army tried to set the Burnhams and the other prisoners free, Martin was killed in crossfire.  We were grateful that Abu Sayef was quiet that week. 

IPM has a missionary family there, and we wondered what they would be like in person.  There were things we already knew.  We knew that Glen Namoc and his wife have a burden to reach Mindanao and other parts of the world for Christ.  We knew that 31 years ago, they began a Bible institute to train young men and women to become missionaries, church planters, pastors and other church leaders.  We knew that they call Mindanao their home.

In other parts of the Philippines, people think that those who live in Mindanao are either trouble or brave.  The Namocs know about the reputation of Mindanao, but they do not feel brave.  Mindanao is home to them, and just as you and I would deal with difficulties in our homeland, so do they.  Yet even though they do not feel brave, we found something more compelling than simple bravery.  We found a profound dedication that we do not often see, not just in them but in the others who stand with them in their ministry.  We found students eager to learn and to find ways to serve.

Where in the U.S. would you hear stories of:

• a husband leaving his wife behind for four years in order to plant five churches in an unreached part of the island?
• students eager to finish their education in the city with all of its amenities to return to the primitive village lifestyle in order to plant churches and share the love of Jesus with their neighbors?
• a willingness to go hungry in order to attend Bible college?  We heard of one student who often went without lunch because he did not have the ten cents he needed in order to pay for lunch.
• farming families willing to give up their children’s labor in order for them to attend Bible college and go into the ministry?  (Imagine what it would be like if a farmer in the U.S. gave away his combine to further the gospel.)
• a willingness to go into areas known to be infiltrated by terrorists in order to preach the gospel?

  

  This year's graduates singing at graduation.
  White robes signify a 1-year certificate and black robes a 3-year degree.

• being told to leave your motorcycle helmet off so people know who you are and do not attack you?  It also lets your friends know where you were last seen.
• selling a plot of land you inherited in order to buy a motorcycle so you can reach into the mountain villages?

As we heard more and more stories like these, Charlie asked Glen, “What are you doing in this ministry to encourage this kind of dedication?” 

He shook his head, apparently dumbfounded that we thought he was doing it. 

We finally realized something.  Wholehearted commitment is not something you can program into your students.  It is, instead, a work of God.  Although they are doing all they can to encourage the student body toward wholehearted dedication to the Lord, the credit is due not to him, but to the Holy Spirit who is at work in the students’ hearts.