THIS MUCH IS PRETTY SURE

Daddy kept neat folders of all prayer letters, and it was a real treat to look through them and see how God had worked thru' the decades, even stumbling over one prayer letter he happened to include of our co-worker the Russel Waalas. Their son, Brian, had illustrated their letter one month and Daddy had felt it worth saving in one of the Oshiros' prayer letter folders! You can see why!

In the folder was also a letter I'd written to my home church pastor one summer during college, reporting about the few weeks I'd spent in a village in Okinawa with the mission's Missionary Apprenticeship Program.

It spoke of how we got used to the thick smell of the "katori senko" incense coils that had to be burned day and night...to keep away the ubiquitous MOSQUITOS! Also of how we learned to relieve ourselves on holes in the ground with ceramic rims and wooden covers with handles...they called them "benjos". No, not "banjos"!

But it was a happy letter too. It described going to the beach to hunt up crabs with the village children. One of the boys, at the beginning of the summer, had been one of the worst meeting-interrupters; but by the end, he had been saved and was saying things like, "I want to have a heart like Jesus." Would God make him an evangelist one day?

Of course, the "Mini Museum" has just gotten started. But already I've decided pretty much for sure: it's gotta show those prayer letters!