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April 17, 2017

This is going to be a short update this week due to the fact that it’s a holiday today in Hong Kong… the day after Easter… and also because of the things that I need to get done this week.

Yesterday, on Easter Sunday, we had a special day, with Jimmy and Lynda Stewart coming to share with us and also with a baptism in the afternoon.

The baptism service in the afternoon was with 5 other HKEC churches. Yan Yue had 4 bothers and sisters get baptized and RiverGrace had 5.  Two others from RiverGrace were also scheduled to be baptized, but in both cases their employers were traveling this long holiday weekend, so they were not able to get the day off. It’s not uncommon with domestic helpers. Their schedules are at the whims of the employers since they live in the homes of their employers for whom they work.

However, we’ll likely have our own simple baptism in June for them. It was actually already in our plans because we had another man from Taiwan who is studying in Japan  now, and could not attend either.

On May 7 RiverGrace will celebrate it’s 6th anniversary. That’s just three weeks away, and one of the reasons these weeks are busy.  Please keep us in your prayers especially as decision are being made regarding the future of the church.

Make it a great week. Blessings, Dave


The Lamb Story (by The Rev. Canon David C. Anderson)

(ENCOMPASS, March 2005, P.2-3. News from the AMERICAN ANGLICAN COUNCIL MISSION and MINISTRY NETWORK By the Rev. Canon David C. Anderson, AAC President and CEO)


     Most of us have trouble remembering what we were doing on a particular day even months ago, but now 34 years later, a particular Sunday afternoon in March 1972 still stands out in my memory. March of that year found me completing my first year as rector of St. Mary's Church in Malta, Montana. Actually I was rector of two other churches as well: St. Matthew's, Glasgow and All Saints', Scobey. That happened because the then-bishop of Montana, Jackson Gilliam, had convinced a very young priest in the Diocese of Washington, D.C., that if being rector of one church was good, being rector of three was three times better. And so I found myself starting my second year of residence on the Great Plains but still with much of the mindset of an east coast, urban dweller. Culture shock was going from the nation's capital to a lovely small ranching town of 2000 souls under the big sky of Montana.

     A parish member, Harold, was always looking for ways to build a better understanding of the country and people into this new young priest. On a particular Sunday in March, he wanted to drive me to a sheep ranch south of Malta to show me what a ranch looked like during lambing season.

     We drove the 30 some miles under a stormy March sky and arrived at a large ranch where a Basque family cared for sheep in the tens of thousands. Harold had called ahead, told the family that he was bringing his priest down, and asked them to show us their lambing operation. As we got out of Harold's pickup, someone in an old, warm-looking coat came over to greet and welcome us.

     Spread out over several acres were four or five steel ware-house buildings; each seemed to hold several thousand sheep. Our guide explained that the sheep outside were watched closely during the lambing time, and when the ewes were about ready to birth their lambs, they were brought into the shelter of one of these large sheds

     As we walked toward the door of one of the buildings, I saw something that I was not prepared to see, and for which I had no frame of reference to deal with. City raised, I had heard, and now I could see that ranch life was hard. I could tell that economy and bottom-line financial viability preceded sentiment when it came to livestock. As we came to the door, we passed by a large heap of dead lambs, at least 50, perhaps a hundred. And all were missing their fleece! The pile of small lambs was 10 or 12 feet across and four feet high, and their poor little blood-stained bodies were already hard in the chill Montana March air.

     Of course lambs die; I knew that! Sheep seem to die too easily, more easily than other livestock. It would be expected that some would die in birth or from disease, all cooped up as they were in large numbers in these sheds. But was bottom-line profit so important that they needed to skin the poor little things to make an extra dollar on such a small fleece? My urban mind raced ahead, already passing judgment on such practice. I was upset, offended and feeling argumentative over this.

     As we went into the relative warmth of the building I turned and asked, "What was that pile of dead lambs all about?" The guide kept talking as he walked us to a pen: "Lots of these ewes give birth to twins, and for some reason known only to God, they will reject one and keep the other. Nothing we can do will change their mind. If we were a small farm, we might bottle feed the rejected lambs, or one of the kids might take a 'bum' lamb as a 4H project and raise it. That won't work here, we've got hundreds of 'bum' lambs, and we can't afford to loose all of them, just because their mama doesn't want them."

     Passing an enclosure with just such a ewe, one lamb beside her and another penned in a corner, we came next to a solitary ewe. "This one lost her lamb after it was born. It's one of those in that pile you asked about. Sometimes they just die. So we have a ewe without a lamb in one pen and a rejected lamb in the next, but a ewe will only nurse its own; it won't accept another ewe's lamb. That's why the dead lambs are missing their fleece," he said. "When one dies we take the fleece off, cut leg holes in the fleece, and put it on a rejected lamb. We take some of the blood from the dead lamb and rub it on the forehead of the abandoned lamb, and then take it to the ewe who lost her lamb."

     "She smells the fleece and recognizes the fleece as her own," he continued. "She sees the blood on the lamb's head and licks it off, and she can taste the scent of her own body in the blood of her lamb. She cleans the new lamb and claims it as her own and lets it suckle. In a day or two, her milk passes through the body of the new lamb, giving it the scent and taste of the mother, and the adoption is complete."

     I left the ranch overwhelmed by the experience of death and life and the sheer number of sheep being cared for. And even with the good of the adoptions, I felt sorrow for the abandoned lambs and all the death. It made my calling as shepherd of three small Montana congregations look so much more manageable, so much more enjoyable. It was some years later, during the Easter Season, that I saw our story in the lambs. It was an image of Christ as the knowledgeable shepherd, and Christ as the dying lamb, offering his fleece. And God the Father, as a mother sheep who looks at you and me, [by faith] wrapped in the fleece of Jesus Christ, and with the blood of the lamb covering the stain of our estrangement from God. When God the Father looks upon you and me, it is the wrapping of Jesus that He sees, (as St. Paul said, "put ye on Christ Jesus"), and the blood, the salty taste of the blood, is the same blood shed on Calvary. And God sees his own, and claims his own, and we become his own, by adoption and grace.

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Church Signs

1. "Come work for the Lord. The work is hard, the hours are long and the pay is low. But the retirement benefits are out of this world."

2. "It is unlikely there'll be a reduction in the wages of sin."

3. "Do not wait for the hearse to take you to church."

4. "If you're headed in the wrong direction, God allows U-turns."

5. "If you don't like the way you were born, try being born again."

6. "Looking at the way some people live, they ought to obtain eternal fire insurance soon."

7. "This is a ch_ _ ch. What is missing?" ----- (U R)

8. "In the dark? Follow the Son."

9. "Running low on faith? Step in for a fill-up."

10. "If you can't sleep, don't count sheep. Talk to the Shepherd."

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While none of us knows what will happen in this new year, here's some rules that if you follow, you'll help ensure you'll make it through in one piece:

- Don't throw a brick straight up.

- Walk around toxic waste dumps, not through them.

- Your body has the correct number of holes in it. Don't make any more.

- Don't microwave yourself too often.

- Don't stick body parts into electrical outlets.

- If you're on a ball field and someone shouts "Heads up!" don't actually raise your head up. Cover it with your arms and duck.

- No matter how tempting it is to be one with nature, stay on the outside of all fences at the zoo.

- When sticking thumb tacks into bulletin boards, press on the flat end.

- Don't take long naps while driving.

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     A schoolteacher was given a ticket for driving through a red light. When she appeared in traffic court, she asked the judge for immediate attention to her case as she was due to be back in class.

     The judge looked at her sternly and said: "So you're a schoolteacher. I am about to realize a lifelong ambition. You sit down at that table over there and write 'I went through a stop sign.' FIVE HUNDRED TIMES!"

@Sent by Tommy Wilkerson


     A veterinarian was feeling ill and went to see his doctor. The doctor asked him all the usual questions, about symptoms, how long had they been occurring, etc., when the veterinarian interrupted him, saying, "Hey look, I'm a vet - I don't need to ask my patients these kind of questions. I can tell what's wrong just by looking. Why can't you?"

     The doctor nodded, looked him up and down, wrote out a prescription, and handed it to him and said, "There you are. Of course, if *that* doesn't work, we'll have to have you put down."


     Toward the end of our senior year in high school, we were required to take a CPR course. The classes used the well known mannequin victim, Rescusi-Anne, to practice.

     My group's model was legless to allow for storage in a carrying case.

     The class went off in groups to practice. As instructed, one of my classmates gently shook the doll and asked "Are you all right?" He then put his ear over the mannequin's mouth to listen for breathing.

     Suddenly he turned to the instructor and exclaimed, "She said she can't feel her legs!"

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A man who is driving a car is stopped by a police officer. The following exchange takes place....

The man says: "What's the problem officer?"

Officer: "You were going at least 75 in a 55 zone."

Man: "No sir, I was going 65."

Wife: "Oh, Harry. You were going 80."

[Man gives his wife a dirty look.]

Officer: "I'm also going to give you a ticket for your broken tail light."

Man: "Broken tail light?  I didn't know about a broken tail light!"

Wife: "Oh Harry, you've known about that tail light for weeks."

[Man gives his wife a dirty look.]

Officer: "I'm also going to give you a citation for not wearing your seat belt."

Man: "Oh, I just took it off when you were walking up to the car."

Wife: "Oh, Harry, you never wear your seat belt."  Man turns to his wife and yells: "Shut your mouth, woman!"

Officer turns to the woman and asks, "Ma'am, does your husband talk to you this way all the time?"

Wife says: "No, only when he's drunk.”

@Sent by Carl Guftason

The top photos are of our hike on Saturday Up to the top of Buffalo Hills (606 meters; 1988 feet above sea level);  The next two photos are some more seens near our house of the ocean, and one of a 5-star hotel going in less than a mile from our home. The bottom 3 photos are taken of our RG people who attended the baptism yesterday.


Ma On Shan

Tai Wan Village


Fei Ngo Shan