THE MOSTELLER STORY
INSTALMENT #5
We are a few days late this month because I underwent a couple of surgical procedures (eye cataract and vein sclerotherapy/partial ablation) in October. All is going well now, thanks be to God.
How we have enjoyed receiving the lovely Thanksgiving cards from our Canadian LINKS family! We are filled with thanksgiving for you and for our missionary minded denomination.
Our story continues.......
We received a letter informing us that the General Board had appointed us to Cape Verde Islands, and we were asked to go to New Bedford, Massachusetts, USA, where there was a large Cape Verdian population. Someone directed us to the home of Mrs. Adelina Domingues, the wife of a sea captain who was gone all the time, for World War II was still on. We stayed in the upstairs of Mrs. Domingues’ home. She was a powerful prayer warrior. I’m confident in saying that on quiet days one could hear her prayers in private devotions a block away. She had one son, Frankie, an Eastern Nazarene College student who simply adored little Kathleen Joy when he was able to be home. Those were rough days as far as food was concerned. The butcher reserved any meat he had for his regular customers. He needed no new ones. That we might have a little meat to eat, my mother shipped canned chicken in jars to us from the home farm in the state of South Dakota. Transportation was in public buses and streetcars. Mrs. Domingues tried teaching us Portuguese for three or four months, but then gave up because her Cape Verdian Creole didn’t have the answers we needed in studying from a Brazilian grammar book (the only one available at the time). She first got a Baptist preacher to help us and eventually an Azorean Presbyterian minister. I don’t think they were paid. We attended Portuguese services at the Seventh Day Adventist Church on Saturdays to help train our ears. Headquarters informed me that a member of the draft board was doing everything possible to harm the college (by drafting its ministerial students and key members of its singing groups) and that I’d better get a church to pastor or I would soon be drafted. They said I was greatly needed to be prepared to go to Cape Verde as soon as the war was over. (The authorities wouldn’t let us go yet because of “the little child”).
Consequently the New England District Superintendent let us go to Wareham, Massachusetts to pastor three days a week. That was a 30 mile trip each way. So we studied Portuguese foUr days a week and pastored the Wareham Church of the Nazarene three days each week. We had a great time. The mother of Dr. R.V. DeLong, President of Northwest Nazarene College (Now University) when we were students there, held us a revival meeting that was very effective. What a preacher she was!.........
In Christ’s Love,.........
Earl E. Mosteller
Link to INSTALMENT #6 >>>
How we have enjoyed receiving the lovely Thanksgiving cards from our Canadian LINKS family! We are filled with thanksgiving for you and for our missionary minded denomination.
Our story continues.......
We received a letter informing us that the General Board had appointed us to Cape Verde Islands, and we were asked to go to New Bedford, Massachusetts, USA, where there was a large Cape Verdian population. Someone directed us to the home of Mrs. Adelina Domingues, the wife of a sea captain who was gone all the time, for World War II was still on. We stayed in the upstairs of Mrs. Domingues’ home. She was a powerful prayer warrior. I’m confident in saying that on quiet days one could hear her prayers in private devotions a block away. She had one son, Frankie, an Eastern Nazarene College student who simply adored little Kathleen Joy when he was able to be home. Those were rough days as far as food was concerned. The butcher reserved any meat he had for his regular customers. He needed no new ones. That we might have a little meat to eat, my mother shipped canned chicken in jars to us from the home farm in the state of South Dakota. Transportation was in public buses and streetcars. Mrs. Domingues tried teaching us Portuguese for three or four months, but then gave up because her Cape Verdian Creole didn’t have the answers we needed in studying from a Brazilian grammar book (the only one available at the time). She first got a Baptist preacher to help us and eventually an Azorean Presbyterian minister. I don’t think they were paid. We attended Portuguese services at the Seventh Day Adventist Church on Saturdays to help train our ears. Headquarters informed me that a member of the draft board was doing everything possible to harm the college (by drafting its ministerial students and key members of its singing groups) and that I’d better get a church to pastor or I would soon be drafted. They said I was greatly needed to be prepared to go to Cape Verde as soon as the war was over. (The authorities wouldn’t let us go yet because of “the little child”).
Consequently the New England District Superintendent let us go to Wareham, Massachusetts to pastor three days a week. That was a 30 mile trip each way. So we studied Portuguese foUr days a week and pastored the Wareham Church of the Nazarene three days each week. We had a great time. The mother of Dr. R.V. DeLong, President of Northwest Nazarene College (Now University) when we were students there, held us a revival meeting that was very effective. What a preacher she was!.........
In Christ’s Love,.........
Earl E. Mosteller
Link to INSTALMENT #6 >>>
