One of the privileges of being a small church pastor
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| Ruth Hodge visiting with some CBC ladies last Saturday |
is hosting visiting missionaries in our home. This past weekend we enjoyed having Ruth and Lonnie Hodge as house guests. Our church has invested in the Hodges ministry in Bolivia for decades.
One of the things I've noticed about missionaries
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| Lonnie enjoying a good laugh |
over the years, is that the dedication it takes to settle in a foreign culture, learn a new language, and reach out to people whose ways seems strange is something often handed down from parent to child. At breakfast this morning Ruth told us about her step-mom, Muriel DeRitter.
Muriel was one of those hardy folk who didn't have sense enough to realize what they couldn't do, so they just went out and did it. Muriel went to Africa during World War 2. Her ship had to outrun a submarine in order to arrive. She--a nurse, who hadn't been schooled in tropical medicine, because the war prevented her from getting to the school--was put in charge of a clinic in the Belgium Congo. A doctor who visited once a week helped her out. On her first furlough she received training in treating tropical diseases and remained in the Congo until the revolution forced the white missionaries to leave. After that she married a widower and became step-mom to one of the finest missionaries I know.
Muriel appeared before the Lord a short time ago after her assignment on earth was finished.
"Well done, good and faithful servant."
You can find out more about the message, and her step-daughter proclaim here.
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