PENTECOST AT THE LEAN- TO

Lean-To sign at highway US 81

Today is Pentecost Sunday and we celebrated the 28th year for the Lean-To Christian Center. We met for the first time 28 years ago on Pentecost. There were two couples and each had a daughter.



The Lean-To started from a word from the Lord. We were going to church in Delphos and Darlene heard Him say "you can stay here if you want to, and that is OK, but I want you to know that this is the way it will be."



About a year earlier we were having praise parties. Several people were coming and we didn't have room for them all. So one day a couple came out to visit and we were talking about a place for the praise parties. We had talked about building on a room and Buck said 'do you have some used lumber?' So we went out to the shed where the lumber was and it looked like we had enough for a twenty by forty six foot room. We started that very day. We formed the footing and got it ready for concrete. Buck said he would call the concrete plant in the morning and we would pour that afternoon. Each day some people would come out and help work on the room. One business man hired three men to come and help. You never knew who would show up to help. People would donate things we needed, like three hanging light fixtures and furniture. The first praise party we had trouble finding chairs enough for everyone. The night before the next praise party someone backed up to our door and told us the Baptist Church bought new chairs and they wanted us to have these chairs. He unloaded 55 folding chairs. That helped to take care of the crowds of 100, or more, people we were having at the praise parties.



The name came from someone who said 'we are building a lean-to, like on a barn.' So we looked up the word 'lean-to' and it said 'a building supported by another structure, often a tree'. We thought that fit us as we can only stand with the support of the cross. There are several other things that the Lord did but I will write about them later.



I want to say something about Pentecost. I think it is over looked by many churches. Today at church we celebrated Pentecost with praise and worship, each person shared what the Holy Spirit meant to them. It was really powerful.



The day of Pentecost is the day the church started. It is the day that the Holy Spirit manifested Himself and it was a sign that Jesus is sitting at the right hand of God. ("Do not leave Jerusalem, but wait for the Gift my Father promised, which you have heard me speak about. For John baptized with water but in a few days you will be baptized with the Holy Spirit." Acts.1:4-5 NIV). Jesus kept telling them that when He got to the Father, the Father would send the promised Holy Spirit, and that HE DID. ("God has raised this Jesus to life, and we are ALL WITNESSES of the fact. Exalted to the right hand of God, He has received from the Father the promised Holy Spirit and has poured out WHAT YOU NOW SEE AND HEAR") Acts.2:32-33 NIV. This is a great promise for us because we are no longer under the law but the Spirit. V.41 tells us that at the Pentecost when the Holy Spirit was first given there were about 3,000 saved that day. But in the Old Testament when the day of Pentecost came the Law was given and there were about 3,000 that died that day. Ex 32:28.

What will you chose, the Spirit of Grace, or the Law?


"For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith-and this not from yourself, it is a gift of God." Eph.2:8 NIV


Ask Him for the HOLY SPIRIT

THANK YOU

Jeremiah. 7 1/2 years
15 mo. Iraq Sheldon. 8 years
12 mo. Afghanistan
39 mo. Iraq


Steve 4 years
15 mo. Iraq
Good pick Meg



Mark 4 years
nuclear submarine

George and I at work
Darlene & I lived with
George & Ann
2 Years

Darlene & I
The first day we saw

each other since leaving

for the Army 1952

Darlene & I at Fort Sill

Me at Kansas State University

ROTC

1951

We are proud of our family members who have made a big sacrifice to help keep our country free. 248 months, 93 of them in hostile territory, away from home and loved ones. We thank them and their individual families for their support and prayers. JOB WELL DONE!!!

REMEMBER OUR YOUNG MEN AND WOMEN IN THE MILITARY

AND THOSE WHO HAVE GIVEN THEIR LIVES

MEMORIAL DAY, 2009

GOD BLESS AMERICA

PARTY LINE

Communications have really changed in rural America. Our phone system has always been South Western Bell. They were always thought to be the best up to date service and equipment available but in later years the local companies have newer and better equipment like fiber optic. Our phone was the old crank type phone. The reason they called it a crank phone was because it had a small crank on the side to crank out the ring you wanted. You could crank the operator and the people on your line. The operator was one long ring and each person that was on your line had a different combination of rings. Ours was two long and three short rings. Our number was 22F3O.

There were 11 other people on our line plus a long distance operator which served a local farmer owned company. We would hear all their long distance calls ring. With one telephone line you would have to wait on people that were talking to finish before you could use it. It was good and bad. The good was your neighbor could watch out for you. If you needed help you could do a line ring (a long ring) and every body that heard the ring would come and help. When Pearl Harbor was bombed, leading us into WWII, someone heard it on the radio and gave a line ring so everyone knew about it right away. Also, if someone called you and one of your neighbors knew you were gone they would answer it and tell them you were not home, or where you went shopping.

One bad thing was that you had no private call because there was always someone listening. I remember that we had two women that listened to all the calls, and they would butt in when you were talking with someone else. They might say 'no that's not the way it is', or 'did you hear....? Most of the time when you would answer your phone you would hear click, click and you would know people were listening in on you. I guess that's why they called it a PARTY LINE, you always had a 'party' listening. Most of the time when you wanted to use the phone it would be busy, they would get on there and visit for hours. Every time you listened to see if you could use the phone they would know it because it made a click sound. They would say 'someone wants to use the phone', then keep right on talking! If they didn't stop you would have to ring in on them and that would make them mad and they would hang up. We had two neighbor women that didn't care much for each other. They would ring in on each other or tell each other 'get off the line I need to use the phone, you have been on it all day'.

The long distance line for Lamar was always busy in the evenings. Sometimes we had calls ringing all night long on our line. The operator could hear every thing that was going on in our neighborhood. Lamar Telephone Co. was a poor company. They had one wire and they hung it on fence posts, trees, and any thing to keep it off the ground. The poles they had were cut from hedge trees. They were short and not too big, but they had a telephone and that was better than n0thing.

My sister Donna worked for Bell in Minneapolis and Salina as an operator so we got to go and watch what the operators had to do when some one used their phone. They had several operators in our small town because they had to keep the switchboard open 24/7.

We kids had our own private phone company. We made 'phones' like the one pictured above. We would use them between two hideouts. Don't laugh---they worked!!

COON HUNT

The neighbor that lived one mile north of us had a coon hound.  His name was Wheeler. I believe he was what you call a black and tan, anyway that was his colors.   I didn't really know this man very well even though he was only a mile from us because he was in another township and the mail and telephone and schools were different than ours.  But sometimes he would be driving by our school at recess and he would stop and talk with us.  He always had a gun or two with him and had a hunting story to tell us. And he liked to tell dirty stories to us boys so we got to know him better because we were always interested in his stories, especially the off colored ones.  

One time he asked me if I wanted to go coon hunting with him that night?   I said yes.  I think I was 8 or 9 and I had never been coon hunting before so I didn't know what to expect.  It was quite an experience.   It was scary for me and he made it worse by telling scary stories that he was making up. It was cold and dark and after a half hour I wanted to go home but I didn't tell him.   That night I learned to tell the different cry of a coon dog when they are tracking a coon or rabbit or the opossum.  The cry is a distinct sound, when they tree a coon they really come alive.

Pipe creek runs through our land so we would hunt it often.   The neighbor to the east of us had some land that joined ours that made one mile of creek to hunt.   In his field he had a drain that drained the water from his land.   It was a 10 or 12 inch clay tile that dumped in the creek.   The smart coons would run into the tile.  It had two openings in the field and they would get in the tile and the dog couldn't get them.    One night we put buckets in the openings before we started so they couldn't get in the tile.    Old Wheeler started chasing a coon and soon we heard the old coon  hit the buckets so we got some of the smart coons that night.   One time when hunters from a northern town was hunting by the tile they had a small dog and it got caught in the tile and they finally had to dig the tile up to get him out.   

In later years my brother LaRoy hunted with Lester more than I did.   I remember one night all three of us were hunting on Briggs' place.  We just turned old Wheeler loose and most of the time we would wait for Wheeler to get his running around done before we started walking but tonight we were still getting our lights and coats on when Wheeler opened up a hot trail and a short time later  he treed.   So we took off to see what he had treed.  When we got there we were surprised there were 5 coons in one tree.    So Lester shot them out of the tree.   He said it was a family. We forgot to bring a sack so we put four on the dog chain and I put it over my shoulder, two in front and two in the back, and LaRoy carried the other one.    Lester said we will hunt a little more and as we were walking things were crawling all over me and driving me nuts so I headed back to the pickup.   When I got there I was covered with fleas I had to take my clothes off to get rid of them.  That was the last time I went coon hunting.

In those days the fur of the animals were worth a lot of money so coon hunters would skin them and sell the pelts of coons, possums, and sometimes, skunks.  If the dog cornered a skunk and got sprayed that was the end of the coon hunting for that night because the dog couldn't pick up the scent of a coon after he got sprayed. 

One thing that I really liked about coon hunting was looking at the heavens, all the stars and different lights in the sky, the night life you hear and see, owls, skunks, birds, farm animals and other sounds that made you wonder what kind of animal that was!  It was a whole new world. Fleas to you!!

SHEEP

I can't remember not having sheep when I was a kid. We didn't have a large number, something around thirty.   There was a man that lived north of Bennington that had a large flock, in the hundreds.  Each year he would have a lamb roast for any one that wanted to come.  There was always a large crowd there.  He served lamb sandwiches, beans, chips and drinks.   We kids always liked to go there.  It was like a big picnic and they would have men shearing sheep and other thing to watch like docking (cutting) there tails off.   

We had 20 acres of pasture that was fenced sheep tight.  You couldn't find a weed in the pasture. They like weeds and tree leaves so the pasture looked like a golf course and the trees were trimmed just as high as they could reach.   

Each year we would shear the wool from the older sheep.  Us kids' job was to hold them for dad.   He would shear them by hand using the old hand clippers and sometime he would cut a hole in their skin that we called button holes.  The number of button holes determined how good of a job you did, good or bad.  When we kids would try our hand at shearing we always ended up with more button holes (bad).  When dad would hire a shearer they had gas powered clippers.  We didn't have electricity until '49 or '50.  The gas engine would turn a small universal joint shaft that would run the clippers.  This made shearing much faster.  Then we would take the wool, roll it up in a ball and tie it with twine then put it in a large gunny sack. The sacks were 10' long 3' wide.  They would hold a lot of wool.  To get more wool in they would have us kids get in the sack and pack the wool tight.  They were heavy.   Dad would take the sacks to the Santa Fe depot in Minneapolis and ship them to Mid West wool in Kansas City, Kansas.    Mid West was a Co-op so it would take some time to get all your money back.  They pool the wool all together by grade and then sell it over a period of time.   Other times dad would take the wool to Oak Hill about 25 miles from us.  The Santa Fe rail road had a special train that would come out from Kansas City on Sunday.   The train would pick up all kinds of livestock and farm products on the way back to K.C. stock yards.  They would be there for opening market Monday morning. Several farmers would be at Oak Hill with one head or more.  They would mark them so they could be sorted out according to owner at the yards.  It was a train that met the needs of the small and large farmer. 

 

When lambing time came around we would shut the sheep up at night.  This would let us go check the ewes during the night.  If they would be having trouble lambing we could help them. Another reason was it was warmer inside.

One day two men came to look at our lambs.  Dad was not at home so I showed them where they were.  I told them to watch out for that buck because he is mean and they just laughed and said we can take care of our self.  So I headed back to the house, then I heard them hollering.  I went back and he had them in one of our hay bunks so I opened a gate to let the sheep in another lot. The buck went with the other sheep so the men could get out of the hay bunk.  

 If I remember right, one day we kids were playing just north of the old rock house.   There was a yellow rose bush (the old fashioned stickery kind) about four feet tall.  My brother LaRoy was bent over playing in the dirt and this buck came up behind him and butted him right over that bush.   My sister Donna got a broom or shovel and chased him off.  I don't remember if it hurt LaRoy or not.   Donna was 8 or 9 I was 6 and LaRoy was 4.

   When our kids  were growing up we had sheep so they got to experience some of the same things I did.  The kids also showed sheep in 4-H and we butchered about four lambs each year to feed them.  We sold our lambs and old sheep at St Joe., Missouri and sometime at Wichita, Kansas when we shipped with the Ottawa County Sheep assoc.   

I hope to start writing more now.   I am felling better each day.  My right arm is still partially paralyzed but gaining with therapy.  Thanks for your prayers I would not have been able to stand the pain this winter with out them.  The Lord is Good!!

GOIN' TO KANSAS CITY

                                              ARROWHEAD STADIUM

                                  THIS IS A BOOK ABOUT THE CONFERENCE

                                           WRITTEN BY A HIRED OBSERVER

                                          
Bob and Kathryn were close friends that helped us in our walk with the Lord.  We were having prayer meetings and praise parties in their home in Delphos.   We also were having weekend seminars, we rented a rural school that had 3 class rooms,  kitchen and an auditorium with a stage.  This made an ideal place for a 3 day spiritual weekend.   We were surprised at the turnout.  People came from a large area.  They were hungry for the Lord.

In 1977 there was an International Conference on the Holy Spirit being held in Kansas City.   We decided to go.   Another couple said we could stay with them with some of their relation.  Just 3 days before the conference they told us there wasn't room.  This left us with out any place to stay.  This conference was world wide.  We started calling for room reservations and we got the same answer from all of them:  " we have been booked for months".  The closest place we found was in Topeka 70 miles away.  We kept calling each day hoping that there would be a cancellation or something.  We finally gave up.   The night before the conference Darlene said call this one again, so I called and they said they had an open room.   Two other couples wanted to go but they wanted us to check out the meetings  for them first.

  On the way to the conference we stopped at a truck stop to get a drink.  While we were there a small Ford station wagon pulled in by us, it was from California.  When they opened the doors out came 12 adult people, 5 or 6 different nationalities.  We couldn't believe how they all got in there.  They were on their way to the conference.  We started visiting with them.  They told us they were all from California.  We asked where they were staying and  they said they couldn't  find any place but they were going any way, The Lord would take care of them.  And He did. We visited with them at the conference and they said a Catholic convent took them in.

  We arrived at the motel to get our room. They said we didn't have a room there,  they had been booked full for six months.  I gave them my confirmation number and they just laughed at me and said 'no room'.   I went back to the car and just sat there wondering what to do.  Finally my wife told me to go back in there and tell them we have a room here and here is our confirmation number.  So I went back in and there was a line of people waiting to check in.  The man behind the counter looked at me then took a set of keys and threw them to me and said:  "Here is your room keys and you are not supposed to have a room here".  That really let us know the Lord was with us.

   We headed out to Arrowhead stadium for the first night of the conference.  We knew it would be a once in a life time experience but we were not ready for what we saw and EXPERIENCED. When we arrived  there the parking lot was row after row of buses with banners with all kind of Christian symbols and scripture verses.  Prayer groups from all over the world were marching, carrying their banners and singing.  It was pageantry at its best--like a movie, only no human had directed it!  When we got inside the stadium there were 65,000 people singing and praising God all in one accord.  The presence of the Lord was so strong--it was like nothing we had ever seen or heard before.

At one point during the evening during singing of a hymn (Holy God We Praise Thy Name) and prayer we knelt on the concrete for 45 minutes.  No one could believe it had been that long.  A young man across the aisle from us stood holding a small child in one arm and the other arm upraised for hours.  Later we learned that they were from Minnesota and their car had broken down so he was working on the car in the daytime and attending the conference at night.

During the evening one of the speakers made the comment that "We've read the end of the book and WE WIN!!!"  The huge, joyous, enthusiastic crowd came to their feet cheering and praising God.  The scoreboard was flashing "TOUCHDOWN!!  JESUS IS LORD!!  TOUCHDOWN!! and it was after midnight when we left the stadium.  

When we got back to our motel our phone was flashing.  It was a message from the two couples that stayed home.  We called them and they said they had tried to rent a camper but couldn't but they were going to come anyway.  After we hung up I called the desk and asked if anyone had checked out today because we had friends coming and they needed a room.  He told me "No, and you're not even supposed to have the room you are in".  When I got up in the morning I went to the lobby to get some coffee.  I asked the clerk if they had any rooms and he said "some people just moved out of a room with two beds in it".  I said "we'll take it", and guess where the room was---it was a room adjoining ours!!  so we could open the door between us and be together.  

During the day they had seminars downtown led by every denomination you can think of and you could pick which ones you wanted to go to.  One of the seminars we attended was in a room with 10,000 Catholics.  They had made provision with a vending company to feed us a sack lunch at noon.  It was quite a sight to see 50,000 plus people eating from their sacks.   It took about 10 minutes to feed everyone!!  It was very well organized with plenty of serving lines.

Each evening we went out to Arrowhead stadium.  It was the largest convention they had ever had in Kansas City.  Headlines in the Kansas City Star read "THE MOST COURTEOUS DRIVING WE HAVE EVER SEEN!!" of all the traffic to the stadium.  Another headline read "PROSTITUTION DOWN---ICE CREAM SALES UP!!".  There were also comments about the lack of litter and the cleanness of the stadium.

There were many great speakers at the 4 evenings of the convention.  One evening President Jimmy Carter called and spoke to us by phone.  His sister, who was attending the convention, also spoke to us.  

On Sunday morning we attended Mass at the stadium.  Over 500 priests marched in in procession wearing white robes.  It was very hot!!  A cloud came over and it started to rain on us.  Everyone immediately started praying that we wouldn't get rained out.  The cloud moved, the sun came out, and it was cool, a beautiful day.

It would take a book to tell all the little things that happened, things we saw and heard.  It was an experience we will never forget!!    

Saved by His life---EASTER---2009

                                                       SUNRISE SERVICE
                                                           HE IS RISEN!!!
                                                              ALLELUIA!!!
Read Romans 5:8-10

God tells us that he loves us no matter what we do or what we have done or what we are going to do.  When they arrested Him His disciple's scattered, Peter even denied knowing him.  Peter not only denied Jesus to the authorities because he feared for his own life, but he also denied Jesus to a peasant girl because he wanted to not be identified with him.  I believe that this scripture puts it real plain what we celebrate this week.  We have all denied him and we have all run from him. But He rose from the dead, not to give us what we deserve, but to meet our needs.  Forgiveness, Grace, Peace, Love,  and most of all--Life.  This is what saves us-- His life.  He is RISEN.   What can you do to stop Him from loving you?

PS:  After suffering extreme pain all winter I had surgery April 1st.  The pain is gone but my right  arm is partially paralyzed.  Last Monday the physical therapist came in to see me and to help me regain the use of my arm.  I asked him how long it will take to do this.  He answered with three profound words:  "It's OK".   He was telling me no matter what stage I am in, it's OK.  It really ministered to me that no matter what happens, God is in control and 'it's OK'.

                                 HE IS RISEN!!!  ALLELUIA!!!