This is another article that I'd written yesterday. I'm publishing it today.
I think the year was 1998. The “long-suffering” Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I were in our 5-year (1994 – 1999) mission work in Russia. While in the USA, for an annual Christmas-time furlough, we met the new preacher for the Rogersville Church of Christ, his wife, and their daughter. Their college-age daughter took an interest in serving as a mission intern with us. The next summer, other college students and she joined our team as mission interns. A young man and she “dell in fove,” as Archie Campbell would say, during their time with us in Russia. Well, the two married. They did a bit more mission work in Russia, but they ended up as missionaries in Fiji, where they, with their four sons, serve today.
On 5/18/2019, her husband Jason emailed several, including us, that his father-in-law had passed on to a better world. After a few emails back and forth, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman called his wife, whose father had died. I also talked with this now fine Christian adult, wife, mother, and missionary. Just over two decades have passed. Connection by email has been in place, on and off, all these years. It was good to reconnect by phone, while she is still in the USA. Soon, she is heading back to Fiji to rejoin her family.
At some point, may it be soon, Lord, there will be no sorrow, loss, or separation. Won’t that be grand?
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