Saturday, November 8, 2008
THE EULOGY BEGINS
Little is know of the early life of Rue Porter Rogers before the 8th grade.
It is widely believed that he received his first pair of overalls from renowned evangelist Rue Rorter, for whom he was named by his parents Lewis E. Rogers and Bulah Hill Rogers, of Crockett.
http://www.therestorationmovement.com/porter,rr.htm
Life of Rue Porter His preaching carried him into at least thirty of the U.S. states where he immersed about eight thousand people into Christ, including all his own family. Like many other preachers he had to provide a part of his own support, which he did, working as a carpenter. Most of his preaching was in meeting work, but he did do some local work in Bristow, Oklahoma from 1919 to 1928. While there, he not only helped to build a strong church there, but helped in the planting of the New Testament church throughout Northeastern Oklahoma. In 1931 he moved to Neosho, Missouri, where he made his home to the end of life.
...back to Rue Porter Rogers...
WHEN Daddy finished the 8th grade, he was going to do the graduate course and do eighth grade again. EVERYTHING changed when he got a chance to ride in the back of a pickup truck, or a model A, to Greenway High School and continue his education.
After high school, he tried to join the US Air Force, but was turned down because of color-blindness. He rode the bus to Little Rock to be inducted into the Army with Julian Hardin, long-time Crockett resicent.
In the Army, he gained recognition as an expert marksman. He worked as a quartermaster and served in Guam and Saipan.
After the Army, he enrolled in Harding University on the GI Bill, earning a BSc. degree. More importantly, he met his wife and the mother of his six children, Ruby Olive McReynolds, descendant of gospel preachers of distinction.
It is widely believed that he received his first pair of overalls from renowned evangelist Rue Rorter, for whom he was named by his parents Lewis E. Rogers and Bulah Hill Rogers, of Crockett.
http://www.therestorationmovement.com/porter,rr.htm
Life of Rue Porter His preaching carried him into at least thirty of the U.S. states where he immersed about eight thousand people into Christ, including all his own family. Like many other preachers he had to provide a part of his own support, which he did, working as a carpenter. Most of his preaching was in meeting work, but he did do some local work in Bristow, Oklahoma from 1919 to 1928. While there, he not only helped to build a strong church there, but helped in the planting of the New Testament church throughout Northeastern Oklahoma. In 1931 he moved to Neosho, Missouri, where he made his home to the end of life.
...back to Rue Porter Rogers...
WHEN Daddy finished the 8th grade, he was going to do the graduate course and do eighth grade again. EVERYTHING changed when he got a chance to ride in the back of a pickup truck, or a model A, to Greenway High School and continue his education.
After high school, he tried to join the US Air Force, but was turned down because of color-blindness. He rode the bus to Little Rock to be inducted into the Army with Julian Hardin, long-time Crockett resicent.
In the Army, he gained recognition as an expert marksman. He worked as a quartermaster and served in Guam and Saipan.
After the Army, he enrolled in Harding University on the GI Bill, earning a BSc. degree. More importantly, he met his wife and the mother of his six children, Ruby Olive McReynolds, descendant of gospel preachers of distinction.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
IHIJ Suicide
It happened in Jaapan today. About 100 people committed suicide. One of them told a friend he hated his life. Another had not been out the front door for 8 years. 7 of them met online, then met physically and gassed themselves in a car. One couple rented a hotel room and mixed up household chemicals dying together as the police evacuated the surrounding blocks as the stench spread. One man consumed agricultural pesticides and when he threw up in the ER, several people suffered ill effects from the gas. Every one of them felt that this life was not worth living or that some problem was so insurmountable it was not worth going on. Many suffered economic disasters, some just could not find a place to fit in, and others were just a pill a day away from stability but could not face the stigma of consulting a psychiatrist.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
I SAW SANDY RUN TO YOU
A great friend, and dear sister, formerly of Bangalore, now of New Zealand, encourages me regularly.
This recent email came at a crucial point as she reminded me of how God had used us in India without us realizing it.
We must pray and believe that he is doing the same thing now.
Dear Brent,
Yes you made comments in the side of the paper. Bible correspondence course
I don't remember them except that they always made the sheets more interesting.
And you and Sandy were my favourites. I knew you more than I knew Sandy. I remember how she ran to you when she realised that Tim had nearly put his hand into a table fan, and wondered if I would find a man for myself who I would want to run to like that.
I remember being shocked that girls were not to pray aloud, and asked Sandy if Brent had never heard her pray. And she said that you prayed often together and you let her pray too. So I realised in that first camp that you two were different.
I saw you take care of Rachel and was amazed.
I often wondered why you were so indifferent to me when I smiled at you from a distance but so warm once I came close enough to shake your hand. And when I knew the reason, you became even more of a hero. But then you and Sandy did not know me very well. Not to be surprised; at the time there were many like me, but only one Brent and Sandy.
Once you came home and my mother gave you vadais to eat, and you ate about 20, unheard of, but my mother was thrilled and kept making more and more. Even that added to your hero status. ;)
I was only supposed to eat two or three! bwr
I remember memorising some portion of scripture for you in one camp, and you telling me that my cousin Sam was my first cousin once removed.
Then your copy of the book Knowing God by JI Packer, ended up in our house. It was a fine book. My father had a good impression about you, I do not know why? I think it was because you seemed to be listening to him and because you did not seem rigid about something. See, even when you are too lazy to express an opinion, you do alright.
And then we heard that you were not well. Sandy came to Bangalore to sell the furniture.
We did write some letters. I think I told you about how we had left COC and about what we were learning about the Holy Spirit. Your reply surprised me because you sounded so open. I found your comment hilarious, about how you, the sheep, could not understand what the shepherd, some Japanese pastor, was saying. Then you both disappeared and I had to really search for you for many years. The rest you know.
So in the first half of the 1980s, yours was the main face among the missionaries that I could relate to. But you did not know that, did you? So too now, through all your weakness and hospital visits and classes and so on, God can still speak. If people do not listen, God will not hold you responsible.
Of course, constant introspection is good and we must progress and improve in the way we do things.
This recent email came at a crucial point as she reminded me of how God had used us in India without us realizing it.
We must pray and believe that he is doing the same thing now.
Dear Brent,
Yes you made comments in the side of the paper. Bible correspondence course
I don't remember them except that they always made the sheets more interesting.
And you and Sandy were my favourites. I knew you more than I knew Sandy. I remember how she ran to you when she realised that Tim had nearly put his hand into a table fan, and wondered if I would find a man for myself who I would want to run to like that.
I remember being shocked that girls were not to pray aloud, and asked Sandy if Brent had never heard her pray. And she said that you prayed often together and you let her pray too. So I realised in that first camp that you two were different.
I saw you take care of Rachel and was amazed.
I often wondered why you were so indifferent to me when I smiled at you from a distance but so warm once I came close enough to shake your hand. And when I knew the reason, you became even more of a hero. But then you and Sandy did not know me very well. Not to be surprised; at the time there were many like me, but only one Brent and Sandy.
Once you came home and my mother gave you vadais to eat, and you ate about 20, unheard of, but my mother was thrilled and kept making more and more. Even that added to your hero status. ;)
I was only supposed to eat two or three! bwr
I remember memorising some portion of scripture for you in one camp, and you telling me that my cousin Sam was my first cousin once removed.
Then your copy of the book Knowing God by JI Packer, ended up in our house. It was a fine book. My father had a good impression about you, I do not know why? I think it was because you seemed to be listening to him and because you did not seem rigid about something. See, even when you are too lazy to express an opinion, you do alright.
And then we heard that you were not well. Sandy came to Bangalore to sell the furniture.
We did write some letters. I think I told you about how we had left COC and about what we were learning about the Holy Spirit. Your reply surprised me because you sounded so open. I found your comment hilarious, about how you, the sheep, could not understand what the shepherd, some Japanese pastor, was saying. Then you both disappeared and I had to really search for you for many years. The rest you know.
So in the first half of the 1980s, yours was the main face among the missionaries that I could relate to. But you did not know that, did you? So too now, through all your weakness and hospital visits and classes and so on, God can still speak. If people do not listen, God will not hold you responsible.
Of course, constant introspection is good and we must progress and improve in the way we do things.
Monday, June 30, 2008
THE OBlIQUE
I didn't know it would be like this.
the in-between.
so soon.
I knew I would grow old,
infirm,
wobbly,
obtuse.
if i didn't die first.
But I did not know about the in-between.
the dizzy,
the oblique,
the lack of focus,
all the mucus.
Sit beside me.
Hold my hand.
You don't have to talk,
Or understand.
Kiss me on the cheek when you leave.
You will be like this someday, if you don't die first.
the in-between.
so soon.
I knew I would grow old,
infirm,
wobbly,
obtuse.
if i didn't die first.
But I did not know about the in-between.
the dizzy,
the oblique,
the lack of focus,
all the mucus.
Sit beside me.
Hold my hand.
You don't have to talk,
Or understand.
Kiss me on the cheek when you leave.
You will be like this someday, if you don't die first.
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