First Baptist Dalton Missions
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Gifts of Partnership and Fellowship
To our friends of the Port Antonio Circuit of Baptist Churches:
May this communion chalice and plate, crafted by a potter in the mountains of North Georgia, be a reminder of our seven-year partnership of ministry and missions, and a symbol of the communion we cherish as brothers and sisters in Christ serving the Master Potter.
First Baptist Church
Dalton, Georgia
July 1, 2012
This day, July 4, 2012, marks the official end of a seven-year partnership between the Port Antonio Circuit of Baptist Churches, through the Jamaica Baptist Union, and the First Baptist Church, Dalton, Georgia, USA. The members and friends of the Port Antonio Circuit of Baptist Churches have been truly blessed by the opportunity to share in the work of our Lord Jesus with you, members of the First Baptist Church in Dalton, Georgia. These seven wonderful years have created precious moments where friendship and fellowship were nurtured and now have matured to form a bond most strong and beautiful. We say thanks therefore, from the depth of our hearts, and may the gbrace of our Lord Jesus keep you and continue to make us one in him.
Friday, July 6, 2012
Mission Partnership Celebration
Celebrating seven years of partnership between the Port Antonio Baptist Circuit of Churches and First Baptist Church of Dalton, Georgia.
You have read many expressions of testimony in our daily blogs, and will certainly hear more as you encounter members of our mission team in the days and weeks ahead. Lives were changed and we can't keep this good news to ourselves!
I'd like to take this opportunity to share a few of my personal observations. At the conclusion of each day, during our devotional time, Christian B. would ask us, "Where did you see Christ today?" These were significant times of reflection and celebration shared first in our family groups, and then with the whole group.
The following are examples of where I observed our mission team being the hands and feet of Christ this week:
*Garrison offering to send his keyboard ("that's been sitting in my closet") to Pastor Grant, who said that Norwich Church did not have one, and it would be greatly appreciated.
*Emily, gently motioning instructions to Molly during our Sunday morning rehearsal for worship.
*Emily and Molly singing enthusiastically, "I'll Fly Away" with the people at the Infirmary who joined them in singing with great enthusiasm.
*Each of our youth, sitting next to the Jamaican choir members on Sunday, learning from each other and praising God together.
*A birthday celebration in the middle of worship. At the "Passing of the Peace" time, church members moved around the room to hug and speak to folks with July birthdays. We had three with July birthdays (Patti, Colton, and Garrison). One dear lady stepped across several youth in order to give Colton a big hug. It didn't take long for Colton and Garrison to move to the end of the row to receive all the hugs given for their birthday.
*Bread baked by Cheryl Stalans was used during Communion. Jay, Katie Beth and Christian B. helped distribute the bread. Watching the breaking of bread in fellowship with Christ and with one another - hands reaching in love and service.
*Trisha Thompson carefully explaining Jamaican culture to us, helping us to understand and more readily embrace the praise and worship offered by all of God's people.
*Josh Brubaker quietly reaching out to one of our Jamaican friends (I think his name is Jay) who became a bit overwhelmed after joining the tree jumpers who jumped into the chilly river at Frenchman's Cove.
....Speaking of tree jumping: While standing in the tree, Colton sang "In Christ alone, I place my trust." after landing in the water, he completed his jump singing, "in every victory, let it be said of me, my source of strength, my source of hope is Christ alone."
*Josh McCraven eagerly receiving tambourine lessons and then with Molly and Ethan, playing the conga with a young Jamaican friend at our last night together (during the Cultural Exchange).
*Blakely, Maddie, Ashton (and most all the youth at some point in time) taking every opportunity to play with and "love on" the children.
*During our residential home care day, each one of us were the hands of Christ repairing a roof, cleaning the grounds around the homes, making beds and folding clothes, reaching out to touch and hug these dear people.
*I have numerous pictures in my head of our youth giving a cup of cold water (hot chocolate) and a loaf of bread (journey bread) to those who were hungry.
*Ethan always asking, "Is there anything you need help with?"
*Patti graciously and determinedly learning new Jamaican praise songs for worship.
*Sheridan making friends with two children as we were helping feed the homeless. She sat between them and talked with them, showing them God's love.
*Debby joyfully embracing two homeless women in the park.
*Jennifer wearing her stinky missions t-shirt one more day in order to give her clean one to a young friend. She had folded it, tying it into a package with strips of her bandana, and accompanied the gift with a personal note of love and encouragement.
*Mary Anna being filled to overflowing as she sang "This Little Light of Mine" at the Infirmary.
*David teaching one of the special needs children to play his mandolin.
*Shelby befriending a young Downs syndrome child.
*Chandler walking beside the Port Antonio Primary School, hand-in-hand with an adoring young girl.
*Sheridan's eyes as Victoria joined her in singing "Amazing Grace" at the Infirmary.
*The Port Antonio youth giving of their energy and friendship as they guided us through their town - to the pier and beach, through the market, at KFC, joining us at Frenchman's Cove, and even traveling with us back to the airport on Thursday.
*Marlene, Mary Anna and Christian Caldwell (and most ALL the girls) sitting patiently--dare I say joyfully?--as the school children braided their hair.
*Jay expressing love and care for some of the children, even purchasing ice cream and a soccer ball for one of them.
*Tommy sharing how Jesus loves all the children of the world at the Norwich Infant school (preschool ages 4-6).
*Blayne climbing a make-shift ladder (risking life and limb....I thought, until I saw her climb the "jumping tree" SIX TIMES) helping repair the roof of a home.
*Colton wrapping his arm around the shoulder of a man in the Infirmary, singing into his ear so he could hear the words.
*Walking the streets, and sharing Christ's love with all we encountered. In my small group, we were led by Maddie who asked every person she met, "Do you have a church home? You should come visit Port Antonio Baptist Church. It's a GREAT church!" . . . or Colton asking, "How can we pray for you?" and then praying specifically for each person and their expressed need. At one point, Colton started to pray, "Dear God, we pray for...ummm, wait....What's your name? (Cleveland). Dear God, we pray for Cleveland. Help him to find the work he needs and bless him today."
*Alan's quiet strength throughout the week and his deeply rooted love for the Jamaican people
blog by Susan Deal
You have read many expressions of testimony in our daily blogs, and will certainly hear more as you encounter members of our mission team in the days and weeks ahead. Lives were changed and we can't keep this good news to ourselves!
I'd like to take this opportunity to share a few of my personal observations. At the conclusion of each day, during our devotional time, Christian B. would ask us, "Where did you see Christ today?" These were significant times of reflection and celebration shared first in our family groups, and then with the whole group.
The following are examples of where I observed our mission team being the hands and feet of Christ this week:
*Garrison offering to send his keyboard ("that's been sitting in my closet") to Pastor Grant, who said that Norwich Church did not have one, and it would be greatly appreciated.
*Emily, gently motioning instructions to Molly during our Sunday morning rehearsal for worship.
*Emily and Molly singing enthusiastically, "I'll Fly Away" with the people at the Infirmary who joined them in singing with great enthusiasm.
*Each of our youth, sitting next to the Jamaican choir members on Sunday, learning from each other and praising God together.
*A birthday celebration in the middle of worship. At the "Passing of the Peace" time, church members moved around the room to hug and speak to folks with July birthdays. We had three with July birthdays (Patti, Colton, and Garrison). One dear lady stepped across several youth in order to give Colton a big hug. It didn't take long for Colton and Garrison to move to the end of the row to receive all the hugs given for their birthday.
*Bread baked by Cheryl Stalans was used during Communion. Jay, Katie Beth and Christian B. helped distribute the bread. Watching the breaking of bread in fellowship with Christ and with one another - hands reaching in love and service.
*Trisha Thompson carefully explaining Jamaican culture to us, helping us to understand and more readily embrace the praise and worship offered by all of God's people.
*Josh Brubaker quietly reaching out to one of our Jamaican friends (I think his name is Jay) who became a bit overwhelmed after joining the tree jumpers who jumped into the chilly river at Frenchman's Cove.
....Speaking of tree jumping: While standing in the tree, Colton sang "In Christ alone, I place my trust." after landing in the water, he completed his jump singing, "in every victory, let it be said of me, my source of strength, my source of hope is Christ alone."
*Josh McCraven eagerly receiving tambourine lessons and then with Molly and Ethan, playing the conga with a young Jamaican friend at our last night together (during the Cultural Exchange).
*Blakely, Maddie, Ashton (and most all the youth at some point in time) taking every opportunity to play with and "love on" the children.
*During our residential home care day, each one of us were the hands of Christ repairing a roof, cleaning the grounds around the homes, making beds and folding clothes, reaching out to touch and hug these dear people.
*I have numerous pictures in my head of our youth giving a cup of cold water (hot chocolate) and a loaf of bread (journey bread) to those who were hungry.
*Ethan always asking, "Is there anything you need help with?"
*Patti graciously and determinedly learning new Jamaican praise songs for worship.
*Sheridan making friends with two children as we were helping feed the homeless. She sat between them and talked with them, showing them God's love.
*Debby joyfully embracing two homeless women in the park.
*Jennifer wearing her stinky missions t-shirt one more day in order to give her clean one to a young friend. She had folded it, tying it into a package with strips of her bandana, and accompanied the gift with a personal note of love and encouragement.
*Mary Anna being filled to overflowing as she sang "This Little Light of Mine" at the Infirmary.
*David teaching one of the special needs children to play his mandolin.
*Shelby befriending a young Downs syndrome child.
*Chandler walking beside the Port Antonio Primary School, hand-in-hand with an adoring young girl.
*Sheridan's eyes as Victoria joined her in singing "Amazing Grace" at the Infirmary.
*The Port Antonio youth giving of their energy and friendship as they guided us through their town - to the pier and beach, through the market, at KFC, joining us at Frenchman's Cove, and even traveling with us back to the airport on Thursday.
*Marlene, Mary Anna and Christian Caldwell (and most ALL the girls) sitting patiently--dare I say joyfully?--as the school children braided their hair.
*Jay expressing love and care for some of the children, even purchasing ice cream and a soccer ball for one of them.
*Tommy sharing how Jesus loves all the children of the world at the Norwich Infant school (preschool ages 4-6).
*Blayne climbing a make-shift ladder (risking life and limb....I thought, until I saw her climb the "jumping tree" SIX TIMES) helping repair the roof of a home.
*Colton wrapping his arm around the shoulder of a man in the Infirmary, singing into his ear so he could hear the words.
*Walking the streets, and sharing Christ's love with all we encountered. In my small group, we were led by Maddie who asked every person she met, "Do you have a church home? You should come visit Port Antonio Baptist Church. It's a GREAT church!" . . . or Colton asking, "How can we pray for you?" and then praying specifically for each person and their expressed need. At one point, Colton started to pray, "Dear God, we pray for...ummm, wait....What's your name? (Cleveland). Dear God, we pray for Cleveland. Help him to find the work he needs and bless him today."
*Alan's quiet strength throughout the week and his deeply rooted love for the Jamaican people
blog by Susan Deal
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
JAMAICA!! Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Well, if we can't be in 'Merica on the fourth of July, I think Point Antonio, Jamaica is the next best choice! We spent the morning assisting the PABC with a ministry that includes health, healing, prayer, and evangelism. We split into three teams, each led by a member of the local church. One was the health team that went door to door with a nurse offering to provide health checks or assistance with any health needs. The other two were evangelism teams that went door to door or along the street downtown to talk to people about Christ, invite them to PABC, and/or pray with them. This was a big stretch for all of us, but we followed the excellent example of our team leader, and soon the kids were initiating conversations, telling people about the PABC, writing down prayer requests, and praying with complete strangers.
Then we spent an absolutely perfect afternoon at Fisherman's Cove. Many of our kids spent a lot of time in trees..... I'll leave it to them to explain it to you!
The evening was spent at a "Cultural Exchange" at Draper Baptist Church. Our group and the three local churches all presented music and dance to the group. Much of the evening was spent celebrating and reflecting on the 7 year partnership between our churches. It's hard to say to goodbye to friends who have meant so much for so many years, but we know that we will forever treasure our Jamaican family!
Tomorrow we leave for the airport at 7:30 AM. It will be another long travel day, so please continue to pray for our journey, our friends here, and the Lord's continuing work in our hearts.
~~Debby
Then we spent an absolutely perfect afternoon at Fisherman's Cove. Many of our kids spent a lot of time in trees..... I'll leave it to them to explain it to you!
The evening was spent at a "Cultural Exchange" at Draper Baptist Church. Our group and the three local churches all presented music and dance to the group. Much of the evening was spent celebrating and reflecting on the 7 year partnership between our churches. It's hard to say to goodbye to friends who have meant so much for so many years, but we know that we will forever treasure our Jamaican family!
Tomorrow we leave for the airport at 7:30 AM. It will be another long travel day, so please continue to pray for our journey, our friends here, and the Lord's continuing work in our hearts.
~~Debby
Reflecting on Tuesday
I'll be the first to admit that there are moments in ministry that you never forget. When ministry feels dry and empty you need moments to remind you that God is unpredictable, spontaneous, and never bottled up. You'd think that I would have an entire data base of these moments. The ministry is all I've ever known. Truth be told, as a preacher's kid, I probably should have more memories and moments stored. But for whatever case, I do not. Maybe that's how God keeps the mystery alive and fresh. Maybe I'm not observative. I'm not sure I'll ever know why they are so few and far between. But on July 3rd 2012, I got enough Jesus to last me a lifetime.
It started with a trip to the "The School of Hope" which is designated for mentally challenged children as well as for youthful deaf and blind. One can start to imagine the challenges. Do we sing? Do we tell a story? Any concept of devotion faced endless boundaries. We all were nervous and perplexed. But something happened. Something that no one fully expected. The human spirit and Holy Spirit could not be denied. A heavy room turned to laughter. Garrison Wood communicated with a deaf teenager by typing on his cell phone; barrier lifted. Shelby Fromm prayed with a mentally challenged 12 year old girl and Colton Fromm laid hands on her; barrier lifted. Mary Anna Caldwell gave her camera to a group of boys which turned distance to a full out photo shoot; barrier lifted. And then there was music. David Jewell and I began playing and clapping ensued. People began dancing and the room was filled with clapping out of rhythm, uncontrollable dancing and laughter. The students followed their teacher as she signed the words and for a few minutes there were no sociological, mental, or physical boundaries. "Hope" and I don't use that loosely, was circulating at a rate that one could not keep up in The School Of Hope and the power of Jesus was more than visible. It was contagious.
This moment alone would have been enough to hang our trip on, but the day was far from over. It was 10:00 am we would soon see that what started in the School of Hope would spread miles down the street to the Infirmary.
Imagine, if you will, one of our worst fears. Growing old in a hot, unsanitary, complex. The sane mixed with the insane. Hopelessness was everywhere. There were people who were bedridden forever and would never see the outside of the four walls they currently resided under. It's not the type of thing you can prep a youth for. Even if you attempted to, there is a sense of "the experience" that can not be substituted with pictures or stories from this place. The feeling is heavy, almost overbearing. Reading, hearing or view pictures connected to this place can not begin to prepare you for the first 30 minutes of experience you take in after stepping foot in the Infirmary.
I could see it on their faces. Emily Poplin was trying to process it and focus on her singing responsibilities. Jay Tripp was sitting next to me and kept trying to find anything that would show happiness. He even tried to pet a goat, which promptly ran from him. As he told me, "This place is sad man....real sad..." And Jay was more right then he could have ever imagined. And so the concert begins. Only a selected few who who could walk made it to the event. The first glimpse of hope could be seen during a Sheridan Fromm solo (Amazing Grace). There was a woman (I think her name was Victoria) who recognized the song and started singing with Sheridan. And they both looked at each other and kept singing; barrier lifted. The same happens during a Emily Poplin solo. Victoria begins to sing "This Little Light of Mine" at the top of her lungs. And this time, Emily starts dancing and clapping; barrier lifted.
The show ends and we noticed 3 buildings where the bedridden and often deformed are held. This is the farthest from hope I've ever traveled. Barriers are EVERYWHERE. A small group walks back to these areas. We're equipped with a guitar, mandolin, and fear. We walk in the first room and there is a woman who can't stop shaking along with countless bedridden individuals. The music starts, the Spirit enters, and glorious chaos follows. People sit up in their beds. Shaking hands begin to clap. Emotionless faces begin to cry and smile. "This Little Light of Mine" has taken on it's true meaning. If there was ever a moment that song served its purpose it was on July 3rd 2012. I look to my right and there is a woman with no legs and curled in fetal position (permanently) leaning over her bed beating the side of the frame keeping rhythm with the song. Unhindered joy had flooded the room and for the first time in my life, I think I experience what heaven was like. You wouldn't know it from the view but heaven on earth blanketed the Infirmary in Port Antonio Jamaica. Glorious chaos...I like the sound of that. - Christian
It started with a trip to the "The School of Hope" which is designated for mentally challenged children as well as for youthful deaf and blind. One can start to imagine the challenges. Do we sing? Do we tell a story? Any concept of devotion faced endless boundaries. We all were nervous and perplexed. But something happened. Something that no one fully expected. The human spirit and Holy Spirit could not be denied. A heavy room turned to laughter. Garrison Wood communicated with a deaf teenager by typing on his cell phone; barrier lifted. Shelby Fromm prayed with a mentally challenged 12 year old girl and Colton Fromm laid hands on her; barrier lifted. Mary Anna Caldwell gave her camera to a group of boys which turned distance to a full out photo shoot; barrier lifted. And then there was music. David Jewell and I began playing and clapping ensued. People began dancing and the room was filled with clapping out of rhythm, uncontrollable dancing and laughter. The students followed their teacher as she signed the words and for a few minutes there were no sociological, mental, or physical boundaries. "Hope" and I don't use that loosely, was circulating at a rate that one could not keep up in The School Of Hope and the power of Jesus was more than visible. It was contagious.
This moment alone would have been enough to hang our trip on, but the day was far from over. It was 10:00 am we would soon see that what started in the School of Hope would spread miles down the street to the Infirmary.
Imagine, if you will, one of our worst fears. Growing old in a hot, unsanitary, complex. The sane mixed with the insane. Hopelessness was everywhere. There were people who were bedridden forever and would never see the outside of the four walls they currently resided under. It's not the type of thing you can prep a youth for. Even if you attempted to, there is a sense of "the experience" that can not be substituted with pictures or stories from this place. The feeling is heavy, almost overbearing. Reading, hearing or view pictures connected to this place can not begin to prepare you for the first 30 minutes of experience you take in after stepping foot in the Infirmary.
I could see it on their faces. Emily Poplin was trying to process it and focus on her singing responsibilities. Jay Tripp was sitting next to me and kept trying to find anything that would show happiness. He even tried to pet a goat, which promptly ran from him. As he told me, "This place is sad man....real sad..." And Jay was more right then he could have ever imagined. And so the concert begins. Only a selected few who who could walk made it to the event. The first glimpse of hope could be seen during a Sheridan Fromm solo (Amazing Grace). There was a woman (I think her name was Victoria) who recognized the song and started singing with Sheridan. And they both looked at each other and kept singing; barrier lifted. The same happens during a Emily Poplin solo. Victoria begins to sing "This Little Light of Mine" at the top of her lungs. And this time, Emily starts dancing and clapping; barrier lifted.
The show ends and we noticed 3 buildings where the bedridden and often deformed are held. This is the farthest from hope I've ever traveled. Barriers are EVERYWHERE. A small group walks back to these areas. We're equipped with a guitar, mandolin, and fear. We walk in the first room and there is a woman who can't stop shaking along with countless bedridden individuals. The music starts, the Spirit enters, and glorious chaos follows. People sit up in their beds. Shaking hands begin to clap. Emotionless faces begin to cry and smile. "This Little Light of Mine" has taken on it's true meaning. If there was ever a moment that song served its purpose it was on July 3rd 2012. I look to my right and there is a woman with no legs and curled in fetal position (permanently) leaning over her bed beating the side of the frame keeping rhythm with the song. Unhindered joy had flooded the room and for the first time in my life, I think I experience what heaven was like. You wouldn't know it from the view but heaven on earth blanketed the Infirmary in Port Antonio Jamaica. Glorious chaos...I like the sound of that. - Christian
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
JAMAICA!! Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Today, pictures will do most of the talking for me. Let me just say that our kids are fearless in
their love. Not just with the adorable
children who are fun, smiling, and eager to hug and love back, but also with
those who are aged, diseased, impoverished in everything but spirit. Our youth have been unafraid to love, to
accept, and to touch, both spiritually and physically. After singing to a group
of elderly residents at the “infirmary” (nursing home), a small group made the
rounds of some of the wards to sing a few songs to those who were unable to
come to the assembly room. These were
the sickest of the sick, the weak, the truly disabled. Many would find this audience scary or
repulsive. Not these kids!! Our kids approached them with joy, sang
directly to them in their beds with huge smiles on their faces. Several sat on the beds with the residents,
showing God’s love in tangible physical ways.
I saw Colton sit with an elderly man, sing close to him to be sure that he
heard, and put his arm around his shoulder.
As we walked out, Colton said with great enthusiasm, “that was fun!”
--Debby Barto
Whatsoever
you do to the least of these….
A blog post from Katie Beth Jenkins on today....
This morning after pancakes, sausage, bacon, coffee or tea, and of course a fresh banana, We spilt into the same groups as yesterday, my group walked down to the School of Hope, a small school for the deaf and hearing impaired. there were about 20 students and we sang and danced and signed "This Little Light of Mine" and then played with the kids for about 20 minutes. My mom had sent some "scratch magic" samples and I left them with the kids. The kids here love playing with cameras and so we have some fun pictures they they took. Garrison had the great idea to use his phone and type to one of the deaf boys and talk to him. We loved getting to sing and play with the kids this morning. After the other half of the group came to pick us up, we went to another school.
At the Norwich Primary School they sang to us. A little girl named Dominique sang solos on a few of the songs and Emily describes her as "a little Shirley Temple" and CByrd called her a "Jamaican Taylor Wood" she has a huge voice and great stage presence (or in CByrd terms, "swag.") They sang a few songs and then we sang a few for them. The girls all loved playing with our hair and pretty much all of us got our hair braided by the girls (some of them even stole a strand or two "to remember us by"). Emily, Molly and I sang Father Abraham and "This Little Light" with the girls and they taught us one of their songs very similar to Father Abraham and we danced and played. Sadly, they had to go back to class, and we had to go to work. Their graduation ceremony is on Sunday so to make their grounds look nice, we picked up trash, repainted, and Colton even planted a little garden! One of the teachers brought us some fresh bananas and kool-aid for a quick snack as we worked. After class they came back out to play, and Blayne, Blakely and I helped the kids with their "cheer leading." we picked up almost every girl and put her into a small pyramid. They loved it.
But we had to leave the kids and go back to the church for lunch. We gave some of them our addresses and all of them a big hug and boarded the bus. After a lunch of jerk chicken, festival, saltfish, and watermelon at the church, we all took a little power nap in the sanctuary. Lulled to sleep by the refreshing sound of a cooling rain. Then we piled on the bus and headed off to the Infirmary.
The Infirmary here is pretty much a nursing home, and we sang our full program for them as well as a few other songs also. Molly, Emily and Christian (Byrd) played and sang "I'll Fly Away" and they loved it! They loved having us there singing about our love for Christ and they sang along with us for quite a few of the songs.
After the infirmary, we went back to church to await dinner. Some of us napped again, others played games or sang some more but mostly, we tried to do this ninja-esque push-up (courtesy of The Alan Jewel) that uses pretty much only your lower back. Much o his dismay, Ethan could never get it. Once we had all had a good workout, showing off how many push-ups we can (or can't) do, we went into the fellowship hall and had lasagna, garlic bread, pineapple and some more amazing banana bread (I really love the food here. Especially the fresh fruit!)
At last we returned to The Palace where we either swam or showered off all the dirt and sweat from today. Today was one of the hottest days, but also one of the most rewarding, being out and about with so many people. Dancing and singing and making new friends, this has been my favorite day.
I've had a great time so far and I loved being asked to write today's blog post. -Katie Beth Jenkins
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