Summit Pacific College - Call Yearbook (Abbotsford, British Columbia Canada)

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il' 'If tg Q Q55 I U 'SW Imran at xml F-F!!! . , PL vrnqeru f fA,,,,l From T I knew that God had called me to become a My mission was to the land of Brazil, where I was born. and where my father has served as a missionary for more than one quarter of a century. To fulfill this call I had to show myself worthy and approved. Thus, it became necessary that I go to Bible College. I was ready to go, to carry out God's plan for my life, but first I had to complete high school. The big day came at last. I was excited about graduation, but even more excited about leaving Brazil. My destination was Western Pentecostal Bible College, Vancouver, Canada. My faithful father offered to borrow five hundred dollars U.S. currency from the bank to help pay my way. But I knew that that money would go a long way in the indigenous church, so I said, No thanks and began to pray and trust God. I was determined to go: hitch-hike, stowaway, or work my way over. I had a difficult time sleeping on the night of graduation. How- ever, once asleep I had a dream which laid the way for my future. It was about a freighter bound for the United States on which I would work to pay my passage. So realistic was the dream that I told my friends how I was to work on a ship to North America. They called me a fool and explained that such freighters seldom came to the northeastern port of Recife. The next day I went to the docks. To my great surprise and joy I spotted a foreign freighter. It was the British Merchant vessel M. V. Araluen, the only foreign ship in port, and what more, bound for the United States. Spellbound I stood for hours infront of the ship watching every movement aboard. While standing there trying to muster enough courage to go and see the captain, an officer on the bridge kept looking down at at me and then at a magazine as me. Alternately he would look though he were comparing me with something or somebody. I finally made up my mind to see the captain. I explained my situation to him and asked him if he would allow me to work my way to the United States. He said he was sorry but could not promise me anything. I left greatly disappointed. As I was leaving the hold deck, the officer, whom l had noticed before came up to me saying: You are looking for a job aboard this ship aren't you? Yes, Sir, I am. How did you know? 66 w my name? of the Pente4 costal Testimony. Where did you get that, Sir? eyes and ears. not believing my He was Dick Povey, chief engineer. While in British Columbia three months ago, Mr. Povey paced the streets like other seamen looking for pleasure. He found the pleasure he was looking for when in our little church in Port Alberni he accepted the Lord Jesus Christ as his personal Saviour. As he left the church the pastor gave him the only written material that he had then available-the 1966 issue of the Pentecostal Testimony. In it was Bro. Upton's mission- ary write-up of our family in Brazil followed by pictures of the family and missionary activities. The ship had sailed from Canada, to Australia, to South Africa and then to Brazil. God needed to use Dick Povey to get me to Bible College. His high position aboard the ship swayed the captain's previous decision. I got the job and was classified as an Efficient Deck Hand. Arriving in New Orleans, our port of entry, the first thing upon my mind was to buy a hamburger. I had not had a hamburger for years. CHamburgers are unknown in Brazilj. However, before I left the ship the captain sent word that I was to accompany him to the British Embassy to sign off the ship. Once there. he handed me an envelope. In it I counted 386.79 United States currency. What is this for? I asked. Your wages, laddie. You can't expect to work for nothing! I quickly signed my name to some papers, thanked him, praised God out loud, and practically ran to the Greyhound Bus depot. Here I experienced the greatest surprise of the whole trip. The bus ticket from New Orleans to Vancouver was 586.33-the amount of my wages to the very dollar. So, God miraculously provided for a trip from Recife, Brazil, to Vancouver, Canada-a trip of over ten thou- sand miles, costing more than S500.00. I had put my trust in God as I had been taught by my father and God did not fail me. God even thinks of the small things of life. After the bus passage was paid for I had forty-six cents left to buy that greatly longed-for hamburger.