“Rekindling A New Home To Cold Embers”

Paul’s testimony
Being the son of a pastor, I grew up in church. As I learned, I became aware of what sin was, and my need to have a relationship with Jesus Christ as my savior. At the age of four, after hearing a sermon, I made my way to the front. I was taken to a classroom where my mother explained sin and salvation to me with the Bible. It was in that room that I knelt and asked Jesus to forgive me of my sins, and to come into my heart. I was baptized when I was five, and so I began my walk with Him.
Paul’s call
As a child, I found it easy to follow Christ. My favorite time of the year was youth camp. It was like an oasis in a desert. Each year God would burden my heart for some real decision. It was during one such camp that I heard Jesus’ call. I was only twelve, but I knew what He wanted. The field was Germany. In high school, I was reading about Martin Luther and, in time, God impressed the city of Wittenberg on my mind. But at that time, as my pastor/father reminded me, the “Iron Curtain” concealed Wittenberg.
Trusting God rather than man’s view, I attended Baptist Bible College. During my preparation at BBC it was a requirement to learn how to write missionary letters. In my first–but pretend–missionary report letter I requested prayer that God would bring down the Iron Curtain so that we could go.
This was a faith letter in two ways: First, there was no we, as I was still single; second, the wall looked humanly impassable, as fellow students continued to remind me.
When I recieved the letter back from the Grading Department, the wall had fallen!
God makes a way when we can’t see one.
Chelli’s testimony
Growing up, my aunt and uncle made sure that I heard the Gospel often. I spent the night at their house and went to church with them, I rode the church bus with their children, I attended VBS with them, they took me to AWANA nights, and every other chance they got, they directed me toward salvation. At the age of 13 they encouraged me to attend camp Chataqua, and First Baptist Church in Ashland, Ohio, paid my way. While attending this youth camp, I accepted Christ as my personal saviour. I went from being a “bus kid” to teaching other bus kids about the wonders of God.
Personal call
Soon after that Wednesday night at youth camp, God began dealing with my heart about missions. I bounced the idea off of my friends, family and teachers and was shocked to hear that “all missionaries die a gruesome death; that is they are boiled in oil, eaten by animals, scalped and eaten by natives, and so on.” I was sure that God had the wrong person when he began talking to me and I told him so. Finally, on Easter Sunday night of my Junior year of high school, God separated me from among all the opinions around me and spoke to my heart. That night, at the age of 16, I surrendered my life to missions. After graduating from high school, I attended Baptist Bible College in Springfield, Missouri, where Paul and I met during Spring Break of my freshman year. Now, I strive on a daily basis to be the wife, mommy and missionary that God would have me be.

Letter Update:

Thanks to many supporters, we have a good used car. To God be the glory. We are so thankful to be able to purchase a car without payments.

We are also thankful for a new supporting church in Camdenton, MO. Welcome to our family.

Health-wise, we are all doing well. Sadie has made great progress post knee operation. The surgeon is ver pleased, and the screws that held her tibia in place while healing are scheduled to be removed in just a couple of weeks.

Getting the car meant new insurance. We chose to go with a different provider. At the end of our initial meeting, I was able to witness to this very open young man. Nothing is more exciting than sharing Jesus! I was bouncing the rest of the day. J did not receive Christ, but he is considering his position to God. Since then, we have met several times and talked on the phone, and he is still receptive. Please pray for J this week.

Today, Herr S. came by to look at taking the Skylights (Roof Window) out. I had a chance to witness to him. He grew up in the state church but has grown discontent with the hypocrisy. People don’t need religion, they need Christ.

Please be praying for the roof repair on our little house. The house was added onto (1/3) during the communist era. Wood was hard to come by then, but steel was not. They used pieces and parts to build a not-so-safe construction and fought with vapor problems due to the cold steel condensation. Gettin this project done will open up new opportunities for us to minister to full-time Christian workers in Europe. Wednesday, we build the scaffolding. Thursday, we remove the tiles. Friday, we measure and remove the old A-Frame in preparation for the all-new wooden A-Frame. This will take about a week. Please pray for safety, success, and good weather. During such a project, God always provides new opportunities to witness. Pray for me that I will hear and follow God’s leading in these opportunities.

We have several prayer requests: church growth, finance, new support for the ruse in living costs, street ministry in June, health, wisdom, spiritual fruit, and new Christian teachers and staff at the high school.
Special thanks for the support and the special offerings during these uncertain times.
The Sudbrock Family

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