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August 24, 2005
Greetings from the prairie lands of South Dakota! We were in Newell, South Dakota, which is in the northwestern part of the state, for Sunday morning and evening services on August 21. Coming into the town of Newell, a huge sign proudly boasts, "Sheep Capital of the Nation!" There's definitely enough prairie land around here for them to graze on. If you ever want to "get away from it all," this is the place. Pastor Nathan Keller of the Newell Assembly of God invited us to come do an outreach in their small community. Every few months, we like to minister in some of these smallest places that have a hard time getting anyone to come. They are always so appreciative! We set up in the City Hall Auditorium. There were small crowds with ranchers, farmers, and other locals who have big hearts of gold. Sunday morning, people attended from about seven different area churches. It's great to see people remove their denominational tags and come together to worship God. Now that's what I call practicing heaven on earth!
Sunday morning, a young family of four (father, mother, and two children) came to attend the morning service. It was their first time attending church in their entire lives. It is hard to believe that, living in the United States, isn't it? When the altar call was given, this young mother came forward to receive Christ. Her face simply glowed after she prayed the sinner's prayer. With tears, she said, "I'm comin' to church next Sunday." Hearing that was like a blood transfusion for me! It definitely gave me energy for the rest of the day. There were several rededications as well. It is always thrilling to us to see prodigals coming back home.
It was a joy to work with Pastor Nathan and his wife Amanda. We also enjoyed loving on their two beautiful little children. Pastor Keller and his wife, a young couple in their twenties, are doing a great job in this rural community. He commented, "It was so great to see an evangelistic team like Larry and Gloria take the time to care about our small community. We really appreciated their ministry. There aren't many people like them that are out there anymore."
Chuck and Betty Bruner were two of our altar call counselors in Newell. They said, "It was great to have the opportunity to help counsel while the Lundstroms ministered in Newell. Their services revived the two of us. Larry and Gloria share their love and joy with everyone they meet. They are both so real in their love for God. We have been inspired to serve Jesus more and more. Thanks!"
Last week, after driving from Wyoming to Rapid City, South Dakota, Larry snatched me away for an afternoon, and we drove up through the Black Hills National Park. Of course, we couldn't bypass driving around Mt. Rushmore. It's always intriguing to see those four presidents' faces come out of the mountain. Larry always tells people that Mt. Rushmore is South Dakota's most famous "rock group!" OK…you can groan on that one. Ha! From Mt. Rushmore, we drove up to the Sylvan Lake Lodge, which overlooks the beautiful Black Hills. We had a delicacy for lunch: Buffalo Stew. No kidding, we did-and it was delicious! But I wouldn't drive that far again for it-ha! From the Black Hills, we drove down to the prairie lands. It's really fun getting out of the hustle and bustle of the big cities and their traffic, and enjoying the peace and quiet, as well as the sight of hundreds of antelopes. If you've ever watched Little House on the Prairie, this country in western South Dakota is just like that!
Last Wednesday evening, while Larry and I were eating, our cell phone rang. We were informed that another partner and friend of ours went home to be with the Lord. Mack Thomas, former steel guitarist with the Lundstroms during the 70s, lost his five-and-a-half year battle with kidney cancer. Mack and his wife Connie, and their daughter Kim, lived in the bus with us while they were part of our ministry. In his early years, Mack taught Barbara Mandrell how to play the guitar. I thought that was interesting!
In the past five-and-a-half years, Mack allowed his pain to become his pulpit. He didn't want to waste his pain, so he used it as a means to testify to doctors, nurses, and everyone else he met. During the past year, we would talk to Mack almost weekly, and he'd say, "Hey Larry and Gloria, how are your services going?" We'd tell him about the altar calls, and he would be so excited and say, "That's wonderful! I want you to know I was praying for you both and praying for souls. I also want you to know that I listen to your CDs around the clock." About six weeks ago, we met Mack and Connie for lunch before we left on the past month's tour. Just before we parted ways, he motioned for us to come to his car, and he said, "Hey, I want you to hear something." He turned on his car's CD system and announced, "This is the CD I made for my funeral! Gloria, you are going to be singing 'I Wouldn't Take Nothing for my Journey Now.' I just love that song!" Six weeks later, it was his funeral.
I'm daily reminded of how fragile life is. We cannot take a single second of life for granted. Someone has said, "Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift-that's why we call it the present." We need to live every day to the fullest. We need to love one another, make amends if needed, and take the time to listen, laugh, and hug, as the clock of life is quickly ticking away. We never know when the hands will stop. The Bible says "It is appointed unto man once to die, and then the judgment." Let's all be ready to meet the Lord!
Well, have another great week in Christ, and always remember that He loves you.
Gloria
PS: This is our "Chuckle of the Week." Last night, in Faith, SD, a huge thunderstorm marched through the Dakota prairie. It poured down a wall of rain. We had parked our coach by a motel that friends had gotten for us. We decided we'd sit in the coach and wait until the rain stopped. It was a good thought, but after at least three inches came down, it looked like we were parked in a lake. We couldn't even see the pavement! We finally decided we'd better brave the lightning and rain, and just run for it. We had no umbrellas in the coach, as they were in our car. What a sight to behold! Larry took off his shoes and socks and rolled up his pant legs. I rolled up my pant legs too, and we both put plastic WalMart bags over our heads and tromped through the water. Just before we exited the coach, I said, "Remember, I can't run! I can barely walk. Your "old gimp" has only one speed, and that is slow." Larry sheepishly grinned, took my arm, and we gimped our way through the "lake" of water. I kept praying, "Oh God, don't let the lightning hit us now." I found out this morning on the news that there were around 5,000 lightning strikes in the storm area. If I had known that, I'd still be sitting in the coach-ha! Praise God, we made it safely. We were absolutely soaked! Really, it was kind of fun. It added some excitement to our day.
Thought for the Week
A father was at the beach with his children when the four-year-old son ran up to him grabbed his hand, and led him to the shore where a seagull lay dead in the sand.
"Daddy, what happened to him?" the son asked.
"He died and went to heaven," the Dad replied.
The boy thought a moment and then said, "Did God throw him back down?"
Household Tip
"Beat Batter Spatter"
To prevent spattering when mixing liquids or batter, punch two holes in the center of a paper plate and push the beaters through to form a "lid" over the bowl.