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Welcome friends, old and new, known and unknown! It has been my desire to share with you how the Lord is working in my life as I serve the Lord on the mission field of Kabwe, Zambia. There is an old black and white movie called The African Queen. It is about a boat that travels down river. This blog is not about a boat. It is however, about my travels on the mission field of Kabwe, Zambia. By the way, did you know that my name means queen. For many years I have been burdened for souls in Africa. That is why some of my friends call me African Queen.



Showing posts with label goodly heritage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label goodly heritage. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Pappy's Bible


Pappy Frey's Bible
While visiting with my Great Uncle John & Aunt Floss, 
I was able to see and read my Great Grandpa Frey's Bible (who we lovingly call "Pappy Frey").

On the inside of his Bible he wrote this:

Uncle John told me that Pappy Frey and Mammy 
were saved at a special service at the local church.
Mammy was saved at morning service and Pappy was saved in the evening.
What an exciting day that was for our family!
The date is easy to remember because it is the day before my birthday (not the year though).
From now on I will always remember that my Great Grandparents
 were saved on February 17th.

Pappy, Mammy & some of the kids 
What were the events that led up to them accepting Christ as their own personal Saviour?
My Aunt Floss told me that Pappy Frey was known as the town drunk.
He also did some work in his garage and had some very bad pictures posted on his walls.
At that time, Mammy and Pappy had two children - Roy (my grandfather) and Hazel.
All the kids- Roy and Hazel are the two oldest (on the right)
My other Great Uncle, Paul (who we call "Amos") told my dad the other day about the events
 that led up to Pappy Frey attending that church service where he got saved.

He said that Pappy was passed-out drunk in a ditch somewhere,
 when a friend of the family came along and found him.

This dear friend took Pappy home with him and sobered him up.
 When Pappy was sober, he invited him to come with him the next day to the special church service.
He made Pappy promise that he would come with him.

The next day, Pappy's friend came to pick up Pappy for service.
Pappy was not ready and said that he did not remember promising him that he would come.
Mammy and the kids went to church with their family friend and as you read in the entry from Pappy's Bible,
 Mammy was saved that morning.

When that friend came along to pick them up for church service that night, Pappy went along.
That evening, Pappy accepted Christ as his personal Saviour.
My Great Grandpa, "Pappy Frey"
As a Christian, Pappy Frey was differant than before.
The town drunk, no longer lived in that community.
Pappy tore down all of the bad posters on his garage wall. 
One of my Great Uncles told me that he put up pictures of great Christians instead 
(like Spurgeon and R.A. Torrey).
After salvation, Mammy and Pappy Frey gave thier children
 Bible names like: David, Samuel, John, and Martha.

The old man had passed and the new man was alive in Christ.

Pappy Frey working on oil burners
Pappy was a hard worker.
He taught his children to work hard, obey God's Word, and be kind to others.
One of his sons told me that he would come downstairs early in the morning 
and find Pappy on his knees in prayer.  
Many times the children would hear thier names being uttered in prayer.  
Pappy and Mammy prayed for thier children. 
 Many times the boys would come back in from the morning milking
 to find thier father still on his knees in prayer.
Mammy did her part in raising the kids to honor the Lord.  
Aunt Floss told me that she remembers coming to dinner while she was dating John.  
Mammy would have each of the kids recite a memory verse before they could eat thier dinner. 

My Great Uncle John is a pastor.  
He said that most of the Scripture that he has committed to memory
 is from his childhood, because of Mammy.

Below are some of the notes that I found while paging through my Great Grandpa's Bible:


Was he thinking of the wretched life he used to live, before he found Christ?



I am thankful to God for the godly heritage I have because of Pappy Frey.
I believe he would be proud of his sons and daughters as they serve the Lord in thier homes, 
at thier jobs, churches, and some even in ministry.
I can't wait to get to Heaven to talk to him about the people that God
 has led me to minister to in South Africa.  
I believe he would be proud!

Reading Pappy Frey's Bible
On Sunday morning, before going to church with Great Uncle John & Aunt Floss, I did my personal devotions out of Pappy Frey's Bible.  What a treat!

My Bible with Pappy's Bible
Pappy's Bible contained a story. 
His story started on the first page with his and Mammy's date of salvation.

God's Word contains the same story for each of us.
The story of God who loved us so much that He sent His Only Son to die for our sin.
The Bible shows each of us how we can be a new man, with old things passed away.

A heritage of faith can be passed down to our children,
 grand children, and great grand children.

The story of salvation can be shared by a loving family friend, 
who desires for others to come to the saving knowledge of Jesus Christ.

This story of God's love, is the same story that I will take to the Zulus in South Africa.

What a story!

















Thursday, December 1, 2011

Addicted to Youth Ministry

   

For the last 18 years I have had a part in youth ministry.
If you have any part in youth ministry, you know that it has lots of drama.
Some days you love working with teens,
 and other days you never want to see another teen again.
Oh, the DRAMA!!!


My favorite years during my experience in youth ministry
were those that I served with this faithful group of interns.
(this picture is over 5 years old)
They were "my kids"!!!
We lived on the campground together,
 played together, worked hard together,
played harder together, sang together,
laughed together, cried together,
did devotions together,...
Those were the days!!!

When you work with teens, you wonder,
"how many will continue to serve the Lord?"


God only requires us to be faithful to His ministry.
It is not our responsibility to make anyone do anything.


I am happy to say that most of the teens
in that picture are serving the Lord!


Today, there is one in particular that I want to tell you about.
His name is Steve.



Steve has a great family.  
His dad works with the youth at their church in New Jersey.  
Like his dad, Steve also has a burden for youth ministry.  
He feels God leading him to be a youth pastor one day.
Steve has a great relationship with God, his parents, his pastor, and is involved in ministry.  God is certainly  using all of his years 
of hard work and service to prepare him for future ministry.
This Wednesday, I was asked to speak to their youth group.
There were between 65-70 in attendance, with some visitors.
As I began to speak, more teens came in.  It was standing room only.

What a thrilling experience.
As I spoke, the teens watched and listened intently 
to descriptions of my ministry in South Africa and an object lesson 
(which I will share with you in the near future).

I saw Steve again this evening.  
He told me with tears in his eyes just how blessed he was.
This evening at the camp chapel was a special testimony time called 
"Share the Gift".
It is a time when the staff, interns and campers get a chance to share with each other how they accepted the "gift" of salvation and how God has changed thier lives.

Steve was taken back at how many of his past campers
shared that they were saved in his cabin.
He was so blessed to hear how they had grown in the Lord.
After he left, I thought how blessed I was to be able to hear him explain to me how he was so overwhelmed with being used by the Lord in others' lives.  How blessed each and everyone of us are.

Like me, he is addicted to youth ministry.  
18 years in youth ministry and counting!

Take a look at some of the youth that 
I will get to work with when I finally get to South Africa -
(Me and Londiwe)

(Friday Kids' Club)
(Young Ladies Bible Study)

Already, I can say, "I have no greater joy
than to hear that my children walk in truth.  III John 1:4".
May the Lord bless  each of us (who serve in Youth Ministry)
with many years of blessings.


Friday, October 21, 2011

My Goodly Heritage

Psalm 16:6 "The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage."
Psalm 61:5 "For thou, O God, hast heard my vows: thou hast given me the heritage of those that fear thy name."

Roy G. Frey

My grandfather has been on my mind lately. Maybe it is because of paperwork our family has to do for the state, or the games he taught methat I am now teaching others, or the lane leading to the cabin, and the chimes ringing outside my house. All of these things have put my grandpa on my mind lately. He passed away in 2005, but the heritage he left behind still affects me today.


My grandpa grew up in a Christian home.

While he was growing up his parents (especially his dad), taught him to work hard and have good godly character.

Like every Frey, he learned to farm.

A hard day's work, was not just a figure of speech, but truth lived out.

He loved to fish.

Especially, if they were biting.

He also loved to have fun. (This is a picture of him horsing around with my grandma - looks like they were having a water fight :)

He also loved my grandma.

Looking back, I don't think as a child I fully appreciated all that my grandpa taught me. I know I loved to spend time with him. He taught me Krokono (some people call it Carrom). I have taught many of the teens that I work with in ministry how to play this game. Last weekend I also taught my brother how to play.

My dad, respected his father. He knows how to do almost anything from plumbing to masonry. Most of those things he learned from his father and then taught to me. My dad loves fishing and hunting. He did that with my grandpa, has taught me and my sister, and is now teaching my brother.

Today, as I am writting, the wind is blowing and I am again reminded of my grandpa by the sound of the chimes ringing outside my house.
He made these chimes many years ago. They make a beautiful sound when the wind moves them ever so slightly. Though they are rusted and need a little extra care, they serve as a daily reminder of the "goodly heritage" that God has given me. Afterall, not everyone can claim the kind of heritage that I have.
Psalm 16:6 "The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage."
Psalm 61:5 "For thou, O God, hast heard my vows: thou hast given me the heritage of those that fear thy name."