Leroy and Joanne Fuller are retired. They’ve led a busy life, having worked all over the Northwest, and as missionaries in Bangladesh for 12 years. But they’re currently members at the Forks, Washington, church. And that, for the Fullers, means an active retirement.
Only two converts. One died six weeks after she was baptized; the other drifted away within the year. The “effort” lasted all summer, conducted by four college students and the wife of the only one who was married. They spent a summer that they could ill afford when college bills had mounted and a new school year loomed on the horizon.
A screaming siren splits the silence. Emergency lights flash red, amber, and blindingly white. Traffic slows to a stop and people dressed in blue or in bulky yellow suits quickly spring into action to put out a fire, save a life, or apprehend a suspect. All too often each of us has heard the siren, seen the lights, or needed the expert services of a paramedic.
Jon Dybdahl can remember exactly where he was sitting when God called him to ministry.
GLEANER: Jon, you first came to Walla Walla College in 1976, where you taught for 13 years. Most recently you were a professor at Andrews University. What factors convinced you to leave full-time teaching and return here as president?
“Sam Butler, 22, was afraid. Afraid “Righteousness and Peace” would collide like mortal enemies. That on or about Oct. 15, “Hope for the Homeland” would give way to a “Cry in the Night.”
Billed as “the most super-natural camporee of the century,” the North Pacific Union Conference’s “Glacier Camporee” delivered an awesome weekend of weather, Sept. 19-22, for exploration and spiritual discovery.
Come they told me, Pa rum pum pum pum. A new born King to see, Pa rum pum pum pum....”
It was 1958 when Katherine K. Davis published her heart-melting ballad about a shepherd boy and his rhythmic quest for Baby Jesus. It’s now a classic.