I was on the road again last week, so thought I should put down some thoughts. I went to Americus, Georgia to visit Fuller Center HQ. Zenon Colque Rojas is in town. He’s our man in Peru and will be leading an incredibly exciting effort there. I also came to visit with Jeff Abbott, who will be spending time in El Salvador over the next few months helping get ready for the Millard & Linda Fuller Build. We’ll raise 16 new houses during the week of November 17 with the help of a couple hundred volunteers. Some of the Fuller Center crew in shown in the photo up left, clockwise from the right rear: Holly, Jake, Chris, Linda, Millard, Ryan, Vernessa, Zenon, Erica, Celia and Sharon.
Sheilla and I lived in Americus during the 90’s and thoroughly enjoyed our time here. It’s a classic southern town and gave us a rich taste of life in Dixie. It was at Koinonia Farm, just outside of Americus that the principles that guide The Fuller Center were first tested. Koinonia founder Clarence Jordan taught that what the poor need is capital, not charity. and that teaching guides our work today. The first houses were built on the farm, followed by the ones built by Millard and Linda in Mbandaka, Zaire, thirty-five years ago. This turned into the amazing ministry that built 200,000 homes around the world and housed over a million of God’s people in need. The Fuller Center continues to follow the inspired principles that were first expressed here.
We had a great Americus moment on Thursday night. Linda, Zenon and I were going into town for dinner and found a little dog on the four-lane. We stopped and picked him up to see if we could give him a ride back home. He had a tag with a name and number, but no one answered when we called. Linda keeps a phone book in the car and was able to connect the name and number with an address. None of us recognized the street, so we called the fire department for directions to the house, which was on the far side of town. As it turned out no one was home, but we raised a neighbor who recognized Linda and the dog. He told us that the owner had moved out to the lake a couple of months ago—“Come to think of it,” he said” I think she lives right next door to you.” So it turned out that the little dog was actually only a couple of blocks from home when we found him, not 5 miles.
We were trying to decide if we should drive all the way home or leave the pup in the car while we ate when Linda remembered that it was Wednesday night and the neighbors just might be a the church supper, so we drove over to First United Methodist. As it turned out they weren’t there, but friends were who got a hold of them and arranged for them to meet us in town to collect the little truant. So ended our little Samaritan saga. Only in Americus.
Back home now, enjoying a little bit of spring weather. Winter has hung on this year—we had five inches of snow while I was away. But the sun is out and the temperatures are on the rise. I’m getting ready for my next adventure—I leave Sunday on a secret mission. More to follow. . .
Sheilla and I lived in Americus during the 90’s and thoroughly enjoyed our time here. It’s a classic southern town and gave us a rich taste of life in Dixie. It was at Koinonia Farm, just outside of Americus that the principles that guide The Fuller Center were first tested. Koinonia founder Clarence Jordan taught that what the poor need is capital, not charity. and that teaching guides our work today. The first houses were built on the farm, followed by the ones built by Millard and Linda in Mbandaka, Zaire, thirty-five years ago. This turned into the amazing ministry that built 200,000 homes around the world and housed over a million of God’s people in need. The Fuller Center continues to follow the inspired principles that were first expressed here.
We had a great Americus moment on Thursday night. Linda, Zenon and I were going into town for dinner and found a little dog on the four-lane. We stopped and picked him up to see if we could give him a ride back home. He had a tag with a name and number, but no one answered when we called. Linda keeps a phone book in the car and was able to connect the name and number with an address. None of us recognized the street, so we called the fire department for directions to the house, which was on the far side of town. As it turned out no one was home, but we raised a neighbor who recognized Linda and the dog. He told us that the owner had moved out to the lake a couple of months ago—“Come to think of it,” he said” I think she lives right next door to you.” So it turned out that the little dog was actually only a couple of blocks from home when we found him, not 5 miles.
We were trying to decide if we should drive all the way home or leave the pup in the car while we ate when Linda remembered that it was Wednesday night and the neighbors just might be a the church supper, so we drove over to First United Methodist. As it turned out they weren’t there, but friends were who got a hold of them and arranged for them to meet us in town to collect the little truant. So ended our little Samaritan saga. Only in Americus.
Back home now, enjoying a little bit of spring weather. Winter has hung on this year—we had five inches of snow while I was away. But the sun is out and the temperatures are on the rise. I’m getting ready for my next adventure—I leave Sunday on a secret mission. More to follow. . .
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