Dear Friends:

    We are in the midst of a one month visit by Ada's Mom and Aunt (her only aunt!) from New Orleans.  Our schedule is getting hectic....as usual!  Everyone is doing great and excelling at our various responsibilites!  It is great to be alive and serving God in these exciting times!  

     Next 18 year old Sally Paddock arrives for a two month stint teaching English and checking out the ministry.  Never a dull monment!  Please pray for our Thai language studies and my trip to train four teams on the West coast, USA, during the month  of April.  I also hope to introduce several churches to our fledgling church planting movement hoping that some will choose to support our movement here in the early stages.  We are hoping to fund five church planters and 10 full-time Bible college students for this year as well as three training centers and quarterly training modules for our pastors and lay leaders. 

    If anyone would like to join one team that is coming out in July for two weeks of English teaching in conjunction with a local church plant, that team could use a few more members.  The other three teams are looking good, hopefully.  Let me know!

I don't usually send jokes over the internet tyo everyone, but this one was very insightful...make sure you read it all!  In Christ,  Dean for the Overholt family

Here's a great one for out times:

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An old farmer went to the city one weekend and attended the big city
church. He came home and his wife asked him how it
was. "Well," said the farmer, "It was good. They did something
different, however. They sang praise choruses instead of
hymns."

"Praise choruses," said his wife, "What are those?"

"Oh, they're okay. They're sort of like hymns, only different," said the
farmer. ""Well, what's the difference?" asked his wife.

The farmer said, "Well it's like this - If I were to say to you:
‘Martha, the cows are in the corn,’ well that would be a hymn. If,
on the other hand, I were to say to you:

‘Martha Martha, Martha, Oh, Martha, MARTHA, MARTHA,
the cows, the big cows, the brown cows, the black cows,
the white cows, the black and white cows,
the COWS, COWS, COWS are in the corn,
are in the corn, are in the corn, are in the corn,
the CORN, CORN, CORN,’

Then, if I were to repeat the whole thing two or three times, well that
would be a praise chorus."

AND THEN....

A young, new Christian went to his local church one weekend and attended
the small town church. He came home and his
wife asked him how it was.

"Well," said the young man, "It was good. They did something different,
however. They sang hymns instead of regular songs."

"Hymns," said his wife, "What are those?"

"Oh, they're okay. They're sort of like regular songs, only different,"
said the young man.

"Well, what's the difference?" asked his wife.

The young man said, "Well it's like this - If I were to say to you,
‘Martha, the cows are in the corn,’ well that would be a
regular song. If, on the other hand, I were to say to you:

     Oh Martha, dear Martha, hear thou my cry
     Inclinest thine ear to the words of my mouth.
     Turn thou thy whole wondrous ear by and by
     To the righteous, inimitable, glorious truth.

     For the way of the animals who can explain
     There in their heads is no shadow of sense,
     Hearkenest they in God’s sun or his rain
     Unless from the mild, tempting corn they are fenced.

     Yea those cows in glad bovine, rebellious delight,
     Have broke free their shackles, their warm pens eschewed.
     Then goaded by minions of darkness and night
     They all my mild Chilliwack sweet corn have chewed.

     So look to that bright shining day by and by,
     Where all foul corruptions of earth are reborn.
     Where no vicious animal makes my soul cry
     And I no longer see those foul cows in the corn.

Then, if I were to do only verses one, three and four and do a key
change on the last verse, well that would be a hymn."