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Mission: Belarus: A Memoir: 2005 - 2010
Mission: Belarus: A Memoir: 2005 - 2010
Mission: Belarus: A Memoir: 2005 - 2010
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This memoir covers my missions work over the years from my time in the US Navy in 1961 until my final trip to Belarus in 2010. The memoir shows my spiritual growth during this time. God has a plan for all of us. This was his plan for me.
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Release dateDec 19, 2014
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Mission: Belarus: A Memoir: 2005 - 2010

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    Mission - Xlibris US

    Copyright © 2014 by Ron Sloyer.

    Library of Congress Control Number:   2014920744

    ISBN:      Hardcover      978-1-5035-1847-6

                    Softcover         978-1-5035-1849-0

                    eBook              978-1-5035-1848-3

    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

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    Scripture quotations marked NIV are taken from the Holy Bible, New International Version®. NIV®. Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society. Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved. [Biblica]

    Rev. date: 12/16/2014

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    CONTENTS

    Acknowledgements

    Foreword

    Apia, Samoa 1990

    Pinsk, Belarus 2005

    Pinsk and Sadovy, Belarus 2007

    Kobrin-Sadovy, Belarus 2009

    Sadovy-Minsk, Belarus 2010

    Epilogue

    This book is

    dedicated

    to Harvey Papa Sloyer,

    my grandfather

    Acknowledgements

    W hen I was asked to write this book I had no idea where it would take me. It was going to be one story, one trip. Right! I was asked to write about my adventures by my friend, Mike Raleigh, the pastor I work with in Guest Services at Canyon Ridge Christian Church (CRCC) in Las Vegas, Nevada. One month prior to our mission trip to Belarus in 2009, Mike led a team to Uganda. It was because of the many discussions between us comparing our experiences on previous trips that I decided to write about Bel arus.

    After returning from our Belarus trip in 2009, I was also heavily encouraged to write by my co-worker at CRCC, Laura Turner. Laura was with us on the first trip to Belarus. As I started to write, she became my editor. After Laura and her family moved to Minnesota, another awesome lady from CRCC helped me complete this writing. Karen Carter has the patience of a saint. Her rewrites, editing and research have been beyond belief. I had no idea what I was getting in to.

    I also would like to thank Zondervan Publishing for their permission to use the selected NIV Bible verses at the start of each section of this book.

    Last, but definitely not least, I thank CRCC for allowing me to go on these mission trips, my wife Cavy for encouraging me along the way, and for our Lord’s work in me.

    For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. Jeremiah 29:11-13 (NIV)

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    Foreword

    M any years ago while serving in the U.S. Navy, I had the opportunity to visit a leper colony. It was an experience I will never fo rget.

    We had deployed from San Francisco to visit Australia and the Far East. One of the ports we entered was in the Philippines. The plan was to dock there for a few days, so my friend, Jim, and I turned our backs on the typical Navy attractions and visited the leper colony.

    During his high school years, Jim had been studying to enter the priesthood of the Roman Catholic Church. Due to unforeseeable circumstances he wasn’t able to continue with his studies and joined the Navy instead. I don’t know what brought us together, but we have been friends now for forty-eight years.

    Anyway, one of the priests who had taught him in high school seminary was now in charge of this leper colony and had invited my friend to visit if ever he came to the Philippines. To say it made an impression on me is an understatement. I remember the trip to the colony and the time we spent there like it was yesterday.

    For some reason my health and safety were never an issue to me, but the priest told us anyway, that we were in no danger of catching leprosy (Hansen’s disease). We visited the dining area, the school for the children, the chapel and the hospital. We walked the entire colony.

    It was interesting to me to see normal life going on around the colony with normal people – the families of those with Hansen’s disease. I had expected everyone to be infected.

    Visiting the hospital, we were introduced to patients of all stages of Hansen’s disease. Of course those in the last stages of the disease made the impressions that will never leave me. We saw people with only half a face, or no shoulders. There were some people that could not lie down, and some that could not sit up because they had no rear end to sit on. In my naïve world this was unbelievable.

    Talk about naïve. From the ship to the colony we had to take the bus. This was the proverbial local bus filled with people, kids, and chickens. My buddy and I sat in the back, he on the driver’s side and me in the middle. Next to me was a young woman. I didn’t pay much attention to her because of all the activity going on in the bus. After driving for a while and making many stops I glanced over at my friend. He was white as a sheet and his eyes

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