Twenty years.
They raised their family in the far country, but
They're back in the states temporarily for
Home ministries.
Cindy and Jerry are my heroes.
I've seen pictures of the trails and the rickety
Bridges with gaping holes that they traverse to
Reach jungle villages, to communities so
Isolated that their inhabitants seem to be
Forgotten and overlooked by everyone,
But God.
When possible, planes transport Jerry and his
Technical equipment to the remote locations.
He spends months at a time living in the
Bush recording native speakers reading
Scripture portions in languages that still
Have no completed Bibles.
More than 800 are spoken in the country.
Meanwhile, Cindy leads workshops for the ones
She has come to love and who love her in
Return.
The couple brushes aside my admiration.
"We're doing what God has called us to do."
They relish their work.
My incredible friends carry on their
Selfless ministry unnoticed by the
Media or by the populous who
Acclaim athletes and stars.
But Jerry and Cindy are applauded and
Approved by God, the only One who
Matters, and their reward is
Waiting for them.
(When the people hear Scripture in
their heart language they cling to it.
Trying to understand the Bible in a
non-native tongue is like
"Eating soup with a fork," or
"Reading by the moonlight," or
"Eating a banana with the skin on.")