Category: Faith Stories

The Witness committee collects stories about working with St. John’s ministries or other activities where writers have experienced God’s presence.

  • Faith Stories: Prayer Shawl Ministry

    Faith Stories: Prayer Shawl Ministry

    Faith Stories: Prayer Shawl Ministry

    “She selects wool and flax and works with eager hands.” Proverbs 31:13

    As a young child in Scotland I was taught to knit and crochet. Later I would knit sweaters for our children, but after arriving in Louisiana our son Brian said, “Mom we do not need sweaters here.” So my knitting came to a halt for a while.

    After joining St. John’s I went to a prayer group, and the leader brought a prayer shawl. A light bulb went off in my head, although I think it was rather a nudge from God for me to use my given talent to knit prayer shawls. I love to knit, and it has been extremely rewarding to be able to give the shawls to people in need of comfort and love.

    One of my dearest friends whose husband had died wrote me saying, “I was feeling cold and desolate so I wrapped myself in the prayer shawl, baptized it with my tears, and soon felt a great comfort and love.”

    A quote from Susan Izard and Susan Jorgenson: “Out of a single strand of yarn a flowing fabric emerges that will eventually wrap itself around another’s shoulders and speak love into another’s heart.”

    Blessings and Love,
    Kathleen Matthew

  • Faith Stories: Focus for the New Year

    Faith Stories: Focus for the New Year

    Faith Stories: Focus for the New Year

    As 2015 approached, I was thinking about goals for the new year. So many of us make New Year Resolutions and then after a short time, we forget what we resolved to do. Some of us get so overwhelmed with the list of ways to improve our lives in the new year, that we don’t resolve to do anything new or different. After I made a mental list of personal goals for 2015 – eat less, exercise more, spend less and more wisely, give away more of the clutter in my house, be generous, and spend more time with my family – I decided that I really didn’t want to make any New Year Resolutions after all. It was too much! Then I read a devotional that reminded me of some advice that I received a few years ago: “Keep it simple.” That’s when I resolved to focus on ONE WORD for 2015. I thought that should be easy enough to handle, and it sounded simple. So I began to pray about my one focus word. A thought immediately popped into my head – my focus word for 2015 is “GROW.” I looked in the back of my Bible to see where I could find a verse with the word “GROW.” I was led to three passages of scripture with my focus word:

    Ephesians 4:14-15 – “We are not meant to remain as children but to GROW up in every way into Christ.” Evidently God wants me to GROW UP in 2015!

    1 Corinthians 3:6-7 – “I planted the seed, Apollos watered it, but God has been making it GROW. So neither the one who plants nor the one who waters is anything, but only God, who makes things GROW.” I must remember that I am a small part of the big picture and that ONLY God can help me GROW.

    And finally, my most favorite scripture of all – 2 Peter 3:18 – “Continue to GROW in the grace and knowledge of our Savior, Jesus Christ.” That’s what my personal focus will be in 2015. I pray that as I GROW closer to God, my eyes will be open to see more and more of Christ’s presence around me. I have the same prayer for St. John’s in 2015 … that we all GROW in the grace and knowledge of Jesus Christ.

    I encourage you all to take a little time to pray about a focus word for 2015. You never know where God may lead you!

    Happy New Year!
    Theresa Sandifer

  • Faith Stories: Wheelchair at the Intersection

    Faith Stories: Wheelchair at the Intersection

    Faith Stories: Wheelchair at the Intersection

    I had never looked at him closely. There was always an appointment, a meeting, or just a selfish goal that hurried me on. He was there only occasionally, at the intersection where I was frequently stopped by the traffic light. The times I had seen him, rolling his wheelchair up to the drivers’ windows, I soothed my conscience with the knowledge that I didn’t have any cash with me. I seldom have any cash with me.

    But this day was different somehow. He was there, talking to a driver several cars ahead. I hoped that the light would change and I would be forced by the impatient traffic to hurry by. But something inside of me grabbed me. I thought to myself, as usual, ‘but I don’t have any money.’ The light changed; he wheeled his chair to the rough shoulder; we in our cars and big trucks and expensive SUVs passed by.

    Across the intersection I was alone. That thing inside of me made me pause. It was then I realized that I did have cash with me. I had been to the farmer’s market that morning and always take money to buy from the vendors and there was plenty left over. I turned my car around, went back to the intersection. He had vanished! I couldn’t believe that in those couple of intervening minutes he had been able to disappear in a wheelchair over rough pavement. But the urging inside of me wouldn’t give up. I drove around, searching for him. At last I spotted him sitting in an island of trees between the streets.

    Leaving the car halfway on the street, I gathered my courage and walked into the trees and up to the wheelchair. The man was facing the other way and didn’t see me coming. When I spoke to him, he looked up at me and smiled. He didn’t seem at all surprised to see me there. I handed him all of my farmer’s market money. He looked around and said, ‘Isn’t this a beautiful place? It’s so peaceful here.’ As I spoke in agreement, I finally looked at him, really looked at him. He had no legs, very few fingers, and scars all over his face. But he was smiling and he was grateful, not for my money, but for the beauty and peace that he found in that grove of trees. As I looked at him, I was overcome with love. Not pity. I felt like I was looking into the face of Jesus.

    I go through that intersection several times a week. I always carry an envelope with money. I have not seen that beautiful face again.

    Prayer: 
    Dearest Jesus, help us learn to open our eyes, to see with our hearts the beauty and worth of each person we are privileged to meet along our daily path. Amen.

    Betty Schroeder    

  • Faith Stories: A Message for Advent and Christmas

    Faith Stories: A Message for Advent and Christmas

    Faith Stories: A Message for Advent and Christmas

    In the first four days of Advent, I experienced three seemingly unrelated things. However, when I considered them together, I heard with clarity a message from God for this season.

    What sparked this thought process was driving in my neighborhood and turning to glance at a house on a corner. I don’t know the family who owns that house, but since early November I have turned to look every time I drive by. You see, their house burned a few weeks ago so only a shell remains. I have watched as household items that could be salvaged were gathered up and taken away. 

    But on this fourth day of Advent, something else caught my eye. The family, who cannot live in their burned out home, was displaying a single Christmas decoration in front of the house. Leaning up against a column that still stood was a large painted board. The words painted on it said “Jesus is the reason for the season.” Wow, what an image! This family was witnessing through a sign leaning up against a destroyed home to remind us what really matters. Jesus. Nothing in that house, none of our presents this season – nothing – is more important than Jesus. 

    Two nights before this, I was preparing to take our 8 mm camcorder videos to be converted to DVD as a Christmas surprise for my family (ssshh!). A number of tapes were not labeled so I spent several hours watching parts of them to identify the dates they were made. It was a walk down memory lane watching our sons when they were babies, toddlers and adolescents. It brought smiles to my face and heart as I took a step back in time. It made me feel so blessed and really hit home how important families are to us. 

    Now to the third part of my thought process. Reflecting about the importance of family made me think of those who are missing family members this season. That led me to recall our first Advent lesson in the Lively Sunday School class. We are studying a new Adam Hamilton book called Not A Silent Night. It is a look at Advent through the eyes of Jesus’ mother, Mary. It starts from the end of her life and moves backward until we end at Jesus’ birth on the last Sunday in Advent. The first lesson last week was about the hope that Mary must have felt, even through her grief. 

    To quote Hamilton: “The appearance of Jesus to Mary after his death would have changed everything for her. She still would have carried the grief of his suffering with her. She would have carried the sense of separation and loss that any of us would feel after the death of someone close to us. But the Resurrection, we can be sure, changed how Mary experienced her grief: it gave her hope. Among the greatest gifts God has given us at Christmas is the hope that ‘death has been swallowed up in victory.’ (1 Corinthians 15:54)”  
    Jesus, family (including our church family) and hope….do we need anything more this Advent and Christmas? 

    Kathy King

  • Faith Stories: Meditation on a Butterfly

    Faith Stories: Meditation on a Butterfly

    Faith Stories: Meditation on a Butterfly

    Psalm 148: 7-10, 13

    Praise the Lord from the earth,
     you great sea creatures and all ocean depths,
    lightning and hail, snow and clouds,
     stormy winds that do his bidding,
    you mountains and all hills,
     fruit trees and all cedars,
    wild animals and all cattle,
     small creatures and flying birds….

    Let them praise the name of the Lord,
     for his name alone is exalted;
     his splendor is above the earth and the heavens.

    I set my chair at the very edge of the stand of lantanas. My little side table held a glass of cold water, binoculars and field guides for butterflies and hummingbirds. Across from the lantana, passion vines and zinnias were in full bloom. It was an early October morning. No mowers or leaf blowers disturbed the deep silence. My plan was to ‘study up’ on the identification and scientific names of the butterflies that came along.

    In my knowledge-seeking mind, I reviewed the wondrous life cycle of the butterfly – egg, caterpillar, chrysalis and adult – that metamorphosis that has challenged and awed the imagination of humankind from time immemorial. I immersed myself in the examination of the Latin names and smiled to remember that Linnaeus and others after him had given these ethereal beauties not descriptive names like we typically find, for example, in the mockingbird’s name, Mimus polyglottus (many-tongued mimic) but fanciful and often obscure appellations that allude to names found only in classical mythology. I was also making a mental list of host plants and nectar plants that were thriving in my garden, planning ahead to next spring’s planting season.

    Suddenly, a sweep of color and gentle movement caught my eye. A giant swallowtail had come to sip nectar from a lantana blossom. It rested there in the sun, not ten inches from my eager eyes. As I observed the intricate pattern of colors on its back and the seductive ballet of its gently moving wings, my breath was taken away. No longer was I the scientific knowledge-seeking observer, but an intricate part of creation along with this beautiful insect.

    I realized that I was on holy ground, witness to a small but very special part of God’s creative genius. As I sat in awe and gratitude and prayer, I felt God’s certain presence. In the silence, more glorious butterflies arrived – a monarch, a cloudless sulfur and a Gulf fritillary- overwhelming in their beauty and gentleness. Time seemed to stand still. And I sat in that holy place and dreamed of Eden.

    Betty Schroeder

  • Faith Stories: Thankful

    Faith Stories: Thankful

    Faith Stories: Thankful

    Rhonda Tucker is thankful for…

    Love
    Family – Related as well as the people not blood related who are family
    Grace
    Challenges and learning how to be thankful for them
    Baton Rouge water – remembering the awful tap water I grew up with
    Life
    This moment

    Marilyn Damberg is thankful for…

    • Standing on the shoulders of giants of faith – George and Dorothy Beavis
    • The fact that though her health is failing, each time my husband visits Dorothy, she has a sweet, sweet spirit
    • The Discipleship studies that we have participated in
    • The supportive care ministry – now led by Joyce Clavenna and Janet Hogstrom – to see the hours of time spent organizing visits and support
    • The new young women’s circle – made up of busy moms and working ladies who still want to find a way to give
    • My precious teaching partner, Sarah Prevot, who is organized and funny and puts up with a zillion crazy ideas
    • Our new Children’s Coordinator, Brooke, with her energy and enthusiasm
    • Sarah Shoup and her work in discipleship and for her team work with Jay as he starts his ministry
    • Jay and his dear family – being uprooted and coming to us in service
    • Carlos and Saroj – their love of Jesus,  open arms and open home, gracious hospitality that has made so many of us feel welcome, warm, and loved, their continued ministry to India and also to us here at home
    • Sunday School teachers – new and old – those who love the children and adults
    • The ministry and continued witness of Jere Johnston – the mission to Cuba that I am determined to go to in his honor, and Susan’s faithfulness
    • The Choir and the music ministry – those who love the Lord through their musical gifts and talents
    • For Betty Schroeder – another inspiration and delight as she has served, sometimes with a broken heart, but always with joy, for her music and her ministry
    • Crazy Troy Prevot, who loves the children of our church to bits – his fun and laughter, but also for his faithfulness to serve on committees that can be ever so tiring
    • Our young people – oh the joy of their fresh faces, their faithfulness, and their searches for truth and meaning
    • The Pantry and the Feeding ministry – how precious is it to be led into that ministry by the call of one so faithful, how precious is it to know so many who work behind the scenes to support and provide both physical food but also spiritual food
    • For Deirdre Halliburton – stepping out in ministry and service and gently shepherding others of us along
    • The Tuckers and the LeBlancs – families that bring us incredible joy and quiet service

    Theresa Sandifer is thankful for…

    St. Johns obediently answering God’s call to generously help those in need in our community

    That every day The Shepherd’s Market is open we have faithful volunteers who show up and serve with love

    Pastor Jay is thankful for…

    A group of Christ followers who want to live with joyous abandon in the community around us!

    The Holy Spirit of God who calls us to serve and who has opened this opportunity to serve with St. John’s Church!

    Kathy King is thankful for…

    Christian friends
    Family
    Lively Sunday School class members and our ministry to LSU students
    God’s grace that goes before us

  • Faith Stories: Carol Gordon’s Ministry Moment

    Faith Stories: Carol Gordon’s Ministry Moment

    Faith Stories: Carol Gordon’s Ministry Moment

    Then Jacob made a vow saying “If God will be with me and will watch over me on this journey I am taking and will give me food to eat and clothes to wear so that I return safely to my father’s house, then the Lord will be my God and this stone that I have set up as a pillar will be God’s house and of all that you give me I will give you a tenth.” Genesis 28:20-22

    I was listening to Pastor Jay’s sermon on July 27 about Jacob and his stairway to heaven. It is truly a living word, and it spoke to me again. Jacob promised to give back to God 10% of all that God gave to him. Too many times I forget that without God sharing with me I would have nothing. It is not my things nor my income, but God’s. God, who makes it all possible for me as he did for Jacob. This also applies to not just my pledge but also to giving of my time and talents in service to God.

    Putting God First in Giving and Living:

    Do I always give a tenth of my time and assets? No way. But I work at it. When I started my work career here after graduation from college at Oklahoma State 35 years ago, I was single and making less than $20,000 a year. So I started small and made a pledge of $10/month. The next year it was $20/month, and I made myself a promise to increase the amount each year. Some years it didn’t increase and one year it went down. But this year it will increase. Last year we started giving online so that every month our pledge would automatically be delivered just like our other important payments.

    My family is very lucky to be a part of St Johns’ congregation. I am thankful for all the “God Things” we have been a part of: missions like the Shepherd’s Market and volunteer Reading Friend at Wildwood Elementary; small groups like Sunday School, Disciple Bible Study, Covenant Group, Bell Choirs, Nursery, and Youth; church committees like Administrative Council, Finance, Trustees, etc. We all have a lot to be thankful for: from the welcome you receive as you arrive to the fellowship as you participate, and from the walking with each other and God during worship and prayer.

    So first: God made all this possible and everything is his.

    Second: We have the opportunity to live into the mission of this church:

    We are called to share our gifts through worship, witness and service so others will know God and become disciples of Jesus Christ.

    (we are) Glorifying God, Feeding People, Making Disciples.

    Vision – St. John’s will be known as a center for feeding people physically and spiritually within our community.

    As you plan your financial and service pledge to God for this coming year, give prayerful thought about how you fit in our mission and vision.

    We all know what God deserves.

    Carol Gordon

  • Faith Stories: Elizabeth and Brian Shoup’s Ministry Moment

    Faith Stories: Elizabeth and Brian Shoup’s Ministry Moment

    Faith Stories: Elizabeth and Brian Shoup’s Ministry Moment

    Faith Stories: Stewardship Ministry Moment Oct. 12, 2014 from St. John’s UMC Baton Rouge on Vimeo.

    On Sunday Brian Shoup spoke with his daughter Elizabeth about “Putting God First in Giving & Living.” Elizabeth is a 2nd grader at Wildwood Elementary, and the Shoup family has been worshipping at St. John’s for 3 years now!

    Brian –  Elizabeth, when did you start giving at church?

    Elizabeth – Kindergarten

    Brian – So more than two years huh. If you don’t mind me asking, how much do you give?

    Elizabeth – Twenty-five cents per week.

    Brian – So if your allowance is one dollar, what percentage of giving is that?

    Elizabeth – Twenty-five percent.

    Brian – Wow, the Bible suggests we give ten percent, but you give twenty-five?

    Elizabeth – How much do you give, Daddy?

    Brian – Not twenty-five percent. Let me skirt around that and ask you another question. Besides making us all look bad, why do you give? Is it because Mommy and I taught you to give?

    Elizabeth – Yes and no. Yes, you did teach me to give, but I also want to give because I love God!

    Brian – I know you do Elizabeth, and that is what makes me so happy. I can teach you to give, but I can’t teach you to fall in love with God. So if you love God, how do you put God 1st in your life?

    Elizabeth – Instead of buying a coke, I could give that money to missions and instead of staying home watching TV, I can volunteer at the church!

    Brian– That’s really nice Elizabeth. A few weeks ago, I went to a spiritual retreat with people from St. John’s and was reintroduced to a passage from Colossians that sums it up pretty well what I think it means to put God first is giving and living:

    Colossians 3:15-17 CEB

    The peace of Christ must control your hearts-a peace into which you were called in one body. And be thankful people. The word of Christ must live in you richly. Teach and warn each other with all wisdom by singing psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs. Sing to God with gratitude in your hearts. Whatever you do, whether in speech or action, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus and give thanks to God the Father through him.

    Brian – It all starts with peace. Peace of mind leads to gratitude. Gratitude leads to giving thanks in all that we do! Sometimes it seems hard to put God first, so Elizabeth and I would like to encourage you all with part of a song we sing almost every night:

    Our Father, who art in Heaven
    Hallowed be thy name
    Come and let Your glory,
    Come and let Your glory fall.
    Our Father, who art in Heaven
    The rocks cry out Your fame
    Come and let Your glory,
    Come and let Your glory fall.
    I will sing, sing a new song
    I will sing, sing a new song
    I will sing, sing a new song to the Lord

    Brian – Will you pray for us Elizabeth?

    Dear Lord, you give us so much. Teach us to sing a new song of gratitude in our hearts. Let the peace of Christ live in our hearts so we can put YOU FIRST! In Jesus’ name, Amen! 

  • Faith Stories: Prayer Shawl Blessing

    Faith Stories: Prayer Shawl Blessing

    Faith Stories: Prayer Shawl Blessing

    St. John’s UMC is blessed in its outreach ministries that enable the members to participate in numerous activities to serve God, using the gifts and talents that God has given us.

    I have come to know more and more fully that there is a God and He cares for us all. God has given me the talent and the skill to knit and crochet. I was 8 years old when my mother, after finishing the household chores of cooking, cleaning and washing for the day, would sit in her black easy chair and start teaching me how to knit. I was fascinated by the squares I could create just by putting the yarn in and out of a loop. By the time I was 9 years old, I could knit sweaters, caps and booties for my dolls in simple knit and purl stitches. Then I learned to make fancy patterns using knit, purl, slip and pass the slip stitch over. This was creative and a lot of fun. The patterns that emerged were beautiful. I could not stop, and so I kept knitting in my spare time throughout middle school, high school, college and graduate school. I knitted so many sweaters with new patterns that finally my husband said, “Stop, we have enough for our lifetime.” So I started knitting for friends and neighbors and then for mission outreach programs.

    When I came to St. John’s, I got involved with the prayer shawl ministry. My faith has grown, and my friendships have found a new meaning as I use my talent and skills to glorify God. I am so passionate and so committed to this ministry that I have helped many UMW groups in various churches in the Louisiana Conference and other states to start the prayer shawl ministry. People who receive these shawls not only find love, joy and comfort wrapped around their bodies but they experience the Holy Spirit surrounding them and they grow in their faith that God exists and is taking care of them, surrounding them with love.

    Prayer shawls are knitted with the theme of Trinity – Father, Son and Holy Spirit. We use three skeins of wool, cast on multiple of three stitches, use a pattern of three stitches and pray for the person by name for whom we are knitting. If we do not know who the prayer shawl would go to, we say a general prayer.

    In a series of Faith Stories, I will share some of my stories of people who have received my shawls so that you would know how blessed I have been in my faith journey.

    A few years ago when Paul returned from Iraq serving his term in the United States Marine Corps, he was grieving for his buddy who was killed by a bomb explosion and died a horrible death in Paul’s presence. Understandably, Paul went into a deep depression, asking questions like “Why did God not take me? Why was I spared while my buddy was taken so mercilessly?”… questions we all ask when facing crises in our lives and find no answers. In desperation, Paul withdrew from the world and remained in his room. His boxes remained unpacked. He did not want to see or talk to any of his friends. His parents were devastated and felt helpless.

    One day, Paul’s mother Daphne came to me at church with her hands full of red, white and blue skeins of very soft wool and asked if I would knit a prayer shawl for Paul, who was so broken and needed comfort and healing. I felt humbled and honored to be asked to do such a sacred task for a suffering soul. I agreed to knit the shawl for Paul.

    I came home with the yarn and spread it on my bed. As I looked at it, prayed and contemplated creating a design, I thought of Paul and his pain. Having lost my own brother at the age of 38 and having worked in India in counseling with people suffering from P.T.S.D., I had some knowledge of what grief of loss is. I was aware that my job was not only to change the yarn into a prayer shawl that would give warmth to Paul but that my job was to be an intercessor between God and Paul. I was to convey to him that God’s love surrounds him, His healing power cures him of his depression, gives him hope and takes care of his loneliness. As I kept looking at the wool, suddenly, like a flash, I saw the great American flag waving in the wind and I said, “That is it!” Using the theme of Trinity and all the guidelines for a prayer shawl, I was able to knit one that looked like the American flag waving in the wind. With Paul’s love for his country, I found it not only beautiful but most appropriate and patriotic.

    When I told Daphne the shawl was ready and we could come and give it to Paul, she informed us that Paul was not ready for it yet as he still was withdrawn from the world. We waited and prayed continuously for his healing. About a month or so later, one afternoon Paul and his parents knocked at our door. Carlos and I were thrilled to see them and invited them in. We thanked God in our hearts that Paul was ready to receive and accept not only the shawl, but also the love and caring of God. We talked for a while then the four of us put our hands on the shawl while Carlos said a prayer and then I wrapped it around Paul’s shoulders. He immediately held the two ends and brought it tight around his shoulders, taking a deep breath, feeling the softness and the presence of Trinity, he said, “This is so soothing, so warm, so comforting. I can feel the Spirit.” Wow – what a blessing!

    Later we heard from Daphne that Paul keeps the shawl near him all the time. He took it to his dorm at Southeastern and did not hesitate telling people about the meaning of the shawl and the power it had over him. Yes, here is a God who loves, comforts and heals.

    We shall continue to share our prayer shawl stories in future issues of Faith Stories.

    Saroj Welch 

  • Faith Stories: Faces of Angels

    Faith Stories: Faces of Angels

    Faith Stories: Faces of Angels

    The children of Grace Camp will steal your heart. Hungry for friendship, desperate for affection and often traumatized by circumstances at home, they come to five days of summer camp with hope in their eyes. For one week of the year, they are released from the stigma of being children of a parent in prison. Rescued from playgrounds where they often find themselves ostracized or belittled, they learn to relax and be just themselves — children enjoying the wonderful activities of summer with an abandon that most children take for granted.

    The sights and sounds of the swimming pool are a banquet for the senses — squeals of delight, shouts of ‘watch me,’ an older child helping a younger one float, sharing inflated toys, the welcome warmth of big, dry towels after the cool swim. The dining hall becomes quiet as the hungry youngsters dig into the nourishing food. Some go back for seconds, for thirds, hungry and appreciative of the warm meals. The noise increases as they finish eating, and, amazingly, the kids vie with each other in helping pick up empty plates and cups and tidying up the tables.

    Bible study time in small groups is illuminating. Many aren’t familiar with even the most well known stories. They delight in reading aloud to each other and in working together to choose a story to perform in a skit. Practice goes on every day until the performance the last evening. The real excitement is in choosing costumes for each actor to wear. There is much exuberant creativity here — bathrobes and kinky wigs, golden crowns and broad pig snouts made from construction paper and glue, walking sticks and thorns collected from the woods.

    My favorite activity, of course, is the music. In ‘fun music’ time, I am privileged to see the joy and excitement on their faces as they enthusiastically ring the colorful bells in accompaniment to ‘Jesus Loves Me’ or ‘Kum Ba Yah.’ But it’s during worship that the blessing of knowing and serving these children falls so profoundly on me. One song we sing at every worship, morning and evening, is ‘Lord, I Lift Your Name on High.’ The veteran campers have taught the newbies hand movements to the words. Quiet falls in the chapel as the keyboard plays the introduction. When the children begin to sing, I see the faces of angels — children transformed from kids who are hurting from neglect and abuse of many kinds, children who are shuttled from foster home to foster home, children who have little more than the few outfits they brought to camp, children who have grown up in a home without ever knowing the presence or love of a father, children who have witnessed unspeakable violence. The faces of these sweetly singing children are transformed into the beautiful faces of angels, and I am overwhelmed.

    Jesus is at Grace Camp. He gives strength and stamina to the staff, demonstrates the path to forgiveness and freedom, offers uncountable blessings of peace and acceptance, and fills these precious children with the gifts of love and hope. For a time, we hear the bells of heaven in their laughter. And even when their faces are covered with tears the morning of departure, we still are witness to the faces of angels.

    Betty Schroeder

    Postscript:

    St. John’s footprints are all over Grace Camp. Many Sunday school classes give scholarships for Grace Camp every year, as does UMW. The ladies of UMW also provide a meal for staff training, wash bedding and towels from one camp session, and have been instrumental in the purchase of the hand bells. Many ladies of the church have made innumerable colorful pillowcases to give to each Grace Camp child every summer. The activity hall at camp is decorated with posters made by our youth group. Thank you for such selfless and loving support of this wonderful mission!