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 This
is being written in a little cabin, high in the Bradshaw
mountains near Prescott, Arizona. To be honest, I would prefer
to be out climbing in the forest, but "dead-line" is
on me.
Since
Apr. 6, I have been in meetings in Beaumont, Tex.; Madrid, Iowa;
Indianapolis, Ind. ; Baltimore, Md.; Piscataway, N. J.; Canoga
Pk., and Long Beach, Calif. Two days hence I begin preaching in
Flagstaff, Ariz., and thence to northern Calif., Oregon, and so
-- on to late November.
Meetings
and special lectures in places unable to fully support such
work, are made possible by arrangement with the Oaks West church
of Christ in Burnet, Tex; the church that continues to make
PLAIN TALK possible. This little church of about one-hundred
members now supports bro. Joe Fitch in Burnet local work, helps
to support bros. Payne, in Commanche, and Kercheville, in El
Paso, Texas, and bro. Arreola, in Mexico. The courage and faith
of these saints - most of them low to medium salaried workers --
and the "vision" of their good elders, is truly
heart-warming. Their course is not an easy one, and not without
opposition. I will help them all possible by making full use of
time, watching expenses carefully so as to operate economically,
and make my way as far as possible on support received from
these meetings.
Plans
are to continue this type of work in
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1969, the Lord, health, and taxes
permitting, and meetings are already scheduled in Arizona,
California, Missouri, Indiana, Alabama, Texas and Florida. My
permanent mailing address is 1608 Sherrard Street, Burnet, Texas
-- 78611, as all mail will be forwarded.
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IN THIS BUSY WHIRL
It
is good to hear about the old Arizona sheep herder who spoke
longingly of the "good ol' days." He said he only had
two decisions to make each year: when to take the sheep up the
mountains in the spring, and when to bring them down in the
fall. Ate the same thing all the time; wore the same clothes.
Again, "Me and my partner never wasted no words. I'd ask
him a question at breakfast, and he'd answer at supper, the next
day."
Reminds
me of the fellow who lived so far back in the sticks he had to
go toward town to pick up firewood. Grand 0l' Opera didn't get
there 'til Tuesday. When he first came to that country "
thu Sun wuz jest a little bitty thang, and they warn't no moon
a-tall." If I don't run out of space soon this could get
worse.............
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