THE MOSTELLER STORY
INSTALMENT #6
Our hearts are filled with joy as we look forward to celebrating in a special way this month thefact that "God so loved the world that He sent His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth on Him should not perish but have everlasting life"! Christmas! God came! I say, "Glory! Glory! Glory!" May your hearts rejoice in that truth as never before as you realize anew how much He loves you! And I would add, may each of us realize as never before how urgent is the need for us to do our part to let the whole world also know that glorious truth! God bless you as you do just that!
Well, our story continues:
New Bedford, Massachusetts, USA, 1946:
I had officiated a wedding at 4.00 o’clock in the afternoon and hadn’t yet arrived home. Headquarters called Gladys and said that we should be in New York City at 5.00 o’clock the next morning to catch a plane to our first missionary assignment. Gladys replied, ”we are in New Bedford, Massachusetts!” We’d need to pack. There was deep snow on the ground. We’d have to take a bus to Fall River, Massachusetts, then catch a train from there to New York. The distance was just too great to make it. She was frantic. On top of that, little Kathleen had just fallen down a 21 step staircase! Pack everything we own? How could it be done?
“You’ll either make it or you won’t go,” was the answer from headquarters.
Impossible, but we needed to go. We rode the train all night and made it to the airfield in time to catch that plane. We took off and flew up the east coast of the USA, then across water toward Nantucket. As soon as there was an opening in the clouds, the plane descended. This happened several times. Upon arrival in Gander, Newfoundland, we learned that the plane’s radio had ceased working and we had been flying by sight. Perhaps a blessing in disguise, little Kathleen’s fall down the steps had shaken her up enough for her to be content with sitting on her mother’s lap for 12 hours in Gander while the radio was being fixed. Then on to Shannon, Ireland. Wow! What a meal we had there! It was much different from the meager fare we had been living on. Our next stop on the way to the Cape Verde Islands was Heathrow in London, England. Why was it so important that we leave New York on that plane? It was the first commercial flight our of the United States after the close of the war – and there was work to be done for God’s Kingdom.
In Christ’s Love.......
Earl. E. Mosteller
Link to INSTALMENT #7 >>>
Well, our story continues:
New Bedford, Massachusetts, USA, 1946:
I had officiated a wedding at 4.00 o’clock in the afternoon and hadn’t yet arrived home. Headquarters called Gladys and said that we should be in New York City at 5.00 o’clock the next morning to catch a plane to our first missionary assignment. Gladys replied, ”we are in New Bedford, Massachusetts!” We’d need to pack. There was deep snow on the ground. We’d have to take a bus to Fall River, Massachusetts, then catch a train from there to New York. The distance was just too great to make it. She was frantic. On top of that, little Kathleen had just fallen down a 21 step staircase! Pack everything we own? How could it be done?
“You’ll either make it or you won’t go,” was the answer from headquarters.
Impossible, but we needed to go. We rode the train all night and made it to the airfield in time to catch that plane. We took off and flew up the east coast of the USA, then across water toward Nantucket. As soon as there was an opening in the clouds, the plane descended. This happened several times. Upon arrival in Gander, Newfoundland, we learned that the plane’s radio had ceased working and we had been flying by sight. Perhaps a blessing in disguise, little Kathleen’s fall down the steps had shaken her up enough for her to be content with sitting on her mother’s lap for 12 hours in Gander while the radio was being fixed. Then on to Shannon, Ireland. Wow! What a meal we had there! It was much different from the meager fare we had been living on. Our next stop on the way to the Cape Verde Islands was Heathrow in London, England. Why was it so important that we leave New York on that plane? It was the first commercial flight our of the United States after the close of the war – and there was work to be done for God’s Kingdom.
In Christ’s Love.......
Earl. E. Mosteller
Link to INSTALMENT #7 >>>
