Missionary Dress

Okay so...missionaries do dress weird.

Especially pilot missionaries.

An Unusual Speaker

We spoke at the church we grew up in yesterday. Such a flood of memories come back every time we visit this church! It was a great place to grow up and it is because of the dedication and support of many of the people in that church that Sean and I are saved and answering this call to missions. Sunday school teachers, childrens church workers, youth pastors....if you ever wonder if you're wasting your time, I assure you, you are not.

As we prepared to head to Latin America, the kids Sunday School classes worked hard to raise the money needed to buy Sean's helmet. Four years ago, they presented it to him...and he just wanted to show them, yet again, how useful that helmet is ;-)

He painted it recently...what do you think of that paint job?!

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  1. KevinApril 21, 2010 at 9:27 PM

    Tall white pilot. Yeah, he'll blend in well around hear. Especially with the technicolor head. Hard to imagine how I could be happier for you guys and the team here. Blessings on you all.

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  2. RebeccaApril 22, 2010 at 8:08 AM

    Thanks, Kevin! We're SO excited to join the team there. And, um, yeah, about that tall goofy pilot....Well, let's face it, Sean has NEVER blended in!

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