My Dad's in Brazil (pic)

I must confess I thought it was a little crazy when my Stepmother suddenly started referring to my Dad and herself as missionaries. My dad acted suprised about it, too, but I know that's just his way of being humble about how much he helps people.

They retired, sold their home and started traveling around the US in their RV to see the country and spend some quality time visiting all seven of us kids and their grandchildren whom I've now lost count of. We're spread across the four corners of the earth. Somewhere between Jack and Sara, they joined JARRS as missionaries. JARRS used to stand for Jungle Area Radio Relay Service but I suppose with the proliferation of cell phones and satelites they've changed focus.

My dad called from the airport right before boarding his plane to Brazil. He didn't feel very well. He was coughing and sounded displeased about the flight he was facing while sick. Right after his call I read the headlines. It was the day the Catholic nun, Stang, was assasinated in Brazil by hitmen probably hired by a big logger or rancher in the area trying to steal land from the peasants she worked so hard to protect. I think they may have martyred Stang. My stepmother had been really looking forward to meeting her and I'm not even sure they knew about it as they flew out.

I was very happy to get my father's e-mail today and to know he arrived safely.

 

My Father sent pics of Carol, my Stepmother, holding up these huge lemons that grow outside of their house. These things were nearly the size of her head. They made lots of lemonade.

And Mignonne, they've shifted focus from radio relay to bible translation as their primary work. That's why my dad's out there. They desperately need people who are able to set up computer networks and help with computer maintenance. They just kept the name because everyone's familiar with it.