March 22, 1945

22 March 1945

Sarah, My Beloved Darling:

I love you so much more than I ever have before that words of finite beings cannot describe it. At times like these one cannot help but thank God for such a wonderful wife and companion. I certainly miss your letters. I’m happy that I have your old letters with me, for I can read them over and know how you feel and that we are each other’s forever. Often I am reminded of the grand times we have had together in the wonderful Christian fellowship with such friends as Paul and Gen.

Sarah’s note: 3 Chaplains – Campbell, Mitchell, Reed.

Dear, I’m sorry I wasn’t able to write to you last night, but under the conditions it was impossible to do so. Today I happened to run into a couple of old chaplains who came overseas when we did a year ago. But the highlight of the whole day was the privilege I had in spending about three hours of this afternoon and evening with Paul Allen. As you know, he is the former pastor of Judson. We talked as fast as we could all the time because we have had some good times together. Our mean topic of conversation was the New Mission Society. He told me several things I didn’t know before and I am certainly glad for all he told me. Both of us are definitely not in favor of the new society. From all I have heard before, I hardly know what to say definitely. But as you remember, I did feel deep down in my heart that it was most unwise to do something like that, especially at a time like this. If some of those fellows who are leading that group could only realize what they are doing to different churches. As for example, East Moline. Most certainly they should not have had something like that happened now. They are not too strong and that question in that church can hinder its work for years to come unless it is handled wisely. Paul told me about what the pastor of Foster Park did, splitting the church over that very thing. Taking a group out and starting a new church. Paul knows Brushwyler very well also, they attended Wheaton College at the same time. I just wish we could sit down and talk this thing over, Dear. Keep this to yourself, but the very reason he resigned from Judson was over this issue. They have gone all out for this new group, and as a result, they have had several very good people leave and he said he just didn’t care to return to the church under such circumstances, that is, if and when he comes back. Darling, it did me more good to see Paul than can be described. He said the same thing. We both feel that some of those men who are so aggressive in this movement ought to be in our shoes and maybe they would see things just a little bit different. Paul has done everything he could and he, as I, find that if you reach 10% of your men at all times you are doing about as good as can be found in the service. Of course, if you go out on a mission you generally find an increased attendance, but after the mission is over it drops back to normal. He also told me about Dr. Pierce’s attitude now. I consider myself a conservative and always shall, but I certainly cannot see the attitude of some of those who consider themselves fundamentalists. It seems almost as ridiculous as the days when the men of the church were quibbling over how many angels could stand on the point of a pin. This day, as well as the future, calls for Christ and we both feel that He can be presented attractively without arguing and dissipating our strength in little theological questions. There are things I believe but I’m not going to be dogmatic about it to the extent that I hinder men from knowing Christ. I am also aware of the fact that there are many things we don’t know fully and for that I’m banking my all on Deuteronomy 29:29. I’ve used every available moment since being in the Army to know and be better acquainted with the Bible and Christ and I cannot see anywhere where Christ was dogmatic about His mission or message. It seems to me dogmatism leads to dependence on man and his abilities, whereas living and teaching the Christ life and letting men make decisions on the basis of the attractiveness and challenge of Christ, we give the Holy Spirit the opportunity for His rightful ministry and work. So often I have noted these fundamentalists preach with an attitude of look at me, I have the answer. If that is judging, I pray the Lord forgive me. I realize only too well that there is a lot wrong with a Willis A. Reed and he needs to grow in grace and knowledge of Christ. So please pray for me, Dear. I am so thankful to God for such a wonderful wife as you are, Dear. In our talk together we also felt the same about how we will be received when we return to civilian life. “They are making over us now, but when we come back it will be a different story.” We are not distressed personally because we want to be where God wants us. I only wish you, Lucille, (Paul’s wife), Paul and I could be together for a long visit. By the way, Paul gave me his wife’s address and he thought, as did, that it would be nice for you to get together sometime. I’m not sure that Lucille remembers me, but she is very nice and I think you will like her very much. The address is, Mrs. Paul C. Allen, 1040 North Haller Avenue, Chicago 51, Illinois. The phone number is Columbus 0277. Paul was not too sure about that telephone number, but he thinks that is it. I think a visit for you two would be most worthwhile. Another thing Paul told me was the fact that Judson was considering Maurice Jackson as pastor, but I’m afraid he may not accept because of their stand on the New Mission Society.

Well, it has really rained a lot today and I’ve been soaked so many times that it feels natural to be wet or just starting to dry out.

Dear, that is about all the news for now. I’ll close for tonight and may God richly bless you and the folks in all things. I love you more than ever, Dear.

Yours, and only yours now and forever

In the love of Christ Jesus.


Colossians 3:3

P.S. Please address me as follows from now on. Also notify all our friends who may be interested, as well as Northern and NSBC.

Chaplain Willis A. Reed 0-529294

Hqs; Special Troops, 7th Infantry Division

APO 7. C/o Postmaster

San Francisco, California

March 20, 1945

20 March 1945

My Beloved Darling:

Well Darling, at last we’ve reached our destination. We flew a good long way. The whole trip was interesting and we saw many unusual things. Someday I’ll tell you all about it. The cloud formations on our flight today were very beautiful. I know you would have enjoyed seeing them. One cannot help but marvel at the beauty of our Lord’s handiwork. 

There are many things I know would be of interest to you but they must remain unsaid now. While in flight today I read I Peter in the Goodspeed translation. (Censored). It makes me think of you, Dear. I shall never be able to thank God enough for all you are to me. Your life and love are a constant source of joy and inspiration to me. A man could never hope for more in a life companion in Our Master’s glorious work. Ever since the first time I saw you, you have inspired and challenged me to be nothing less than my best for Christ. Darling, thank you for being such a good wife to me. I only hope I can be helpful to you, Darling. Isn’t it grand to be coworkers and fellow laborers with Christ?

Willis Reed leading chapel service while on the island of Hawaii. January 1945.

Dear, while on my way here I had the privilege of seeing my old schoolmate and friend Chaplain Gilbert Johnstone. As I said before, he is a mighty fine chaplain and the kind we need. By the way, he gave me his wife’s address which is Mrs. Gilbert Johnstone, 7709 Monroe St., Forest Park, Illinois. You will be able to find her phone number by looking under the above address. I have never met his wife, but through another friend I have heard some mighty fine things about her. They have a fine baby, Gilbert showed me several pictures. We both thought it would be nice for you to get together sometime. He has been overseas just a little longer than I have been.

I suppose you are having a little better weather now after such a hard winter. It is certainly nice weather here. From now on address on my mail, “7th Infantry Division, APO 7, c/o Postmaster, San Francisco, California.” I will send you the specific unit later. Well Darling, I must close for now. God bless you and the folks, and remember, I love you more than ever I have before.

Yours alone in the love of our Lord

 and Savior Jesus Christ.


March 19, 1945

19 March 1945

Dearest Darling Sweetheart:

Well Dear, we are a little nearer our destination. We had a good flight. I’ll be glad when the last hop is over. There is nothing new that I can tell you about, so you can see the problem which is mine when it comes to writing.

Seventh Heaven. Willis’ transportation to Hawaii. 1944.

I happened to find out one of my friends is here on this island. We visited with him and it was good to see him.

I’ll certainly be glad when I get more of your letters. Words cannot possibly describe how much they mean to me.

Paul and I have come to our tent and are writing letters to our dear wives. Right now it is pouring rain. It is late now and we have to get up early for our takeoff.

Well Darling, I’ll close for now. God bless you in all things.

Yours alone in Christ’s love,


Colossians 3:3

March 18, 1945

18 March 1945

Sarah, My Darling:

Well Dear, another day has past and I’m quite tired after the busy day. Darling, I love you more than words can tell. This has been Sunday, whereas Saturday for you. From now on, we will be having services ahead of you. I’ll be thinking about you and your services tomorrow.

Picture from Manila, 1945.

Paul and I got up early this morning, shaved and had our breakfast and were talking about what we might do today, that is if we didn’t get out of here. Just as we had about decided, up rushed Chaplin Gilbert Johnstone’s assistant wanting to know if we could help with services today. Chaplin Johnstone became ill during the night. I guess he had a very upset stomach. So as a result, I took the 9 o’clock service and Paul took his 10:30 service. Chaplin Johnstone is certainly thought a lot of, men know when a man means business. We need many more of his kind. I had such short notice that I used the same sermon topics that I have used before. We had a very good attendance at all services.

We did a little driving after dinner, the debris of battle is still to be seen.

Later we called at the hospital on Chaplin Johnstone. He was feeling better but is still weak. After seeing him we had our evening meal then I came back to the chapel for the evening service. Many of the men stayed to visit, but eventually we came back here and we cleaned up, now we are both writing to our sweethearts.

As I said before, things that would make this letter interesting cannot be told, so I’ll write to you with comments on your letter of March 3rd. I was sorry to hear about Mr. Kemp’s son been killed. It must be hard on his wife, especially with a little one on the way. I was glad to hear about Dr. Martin’s preaching at Buena. I have met him on several occasions but he probably doesn’t remember me. I was on a program with him while still at Lexington. He is a very good man and did astounding work with the church at Bloomington. I believe he could do a lot of good for Buena. Let me know how it comes out. He is entirely different than Dr. Hepburn but he is a good man from all I have ever heard.

It is good to know he is feeling better. (I mean Mr. Paul). Paul’s are certainly fine people.

You must have had a good time visiting with all the folks from Buena. When I go through our next stop I hope I will have an opportunity to see Wayne or Joe. Several are expecting are they not? This will be Larry and Margaret’s fourth, won’t it? And Ruth and Chuck’s third?

Well my Dear, I shall close for tonight and may God bless you in all things. Give the folks my love.

Yours for all time and eternity Dear,

In Christ’s perfect love,


Colossians 3:3

I John 4:18

March 17, 1945

17 March 1945

Sarah, My Dearest Darling:

I have just missed one day writing to you, but according to this date it will look like I’ve missed two days. The reason for that is the fact that we are now past the international dateline. We were in flight all the time since my last letter to you. We arrived here today but will have to wait a while before we make the last leg of our flight. This afternoon while Paul and I were walking around here, who should we run into but Chaplin Gilbert Johnstone. He is a graduate of Northern and I was in school with him two years. He had just written to Dr. Koller yesterday. I hope to see him again before we leave here. He looks good and is very busy because they are short chaplains here. The only other chaplain he has seen since being over here is Bill Hill (that is, I mean Northern man). Bill is now down in Australia. It rained a quite a lot here today.  The things that would make this letter interesting I cannot write about, so you see it isn’t so easy. It will be a little easier when I arrive at my destination. I hope it isn’t too long, this waiting around business is most tiresome.

Now I will make a few comments on your letters beginning with yours of March 2nd. I am glad to know the records are on their way, but I think it will be at least two months before they reach me now.

The box you packed them in sounded very good. I will certainly save it, of that you can be sure. Darling, your idea about trading a relish tray for a waffle iron is a very good idea I think. Under the circumstances, it would be of help to all of us. From what you said in your letter Louise must be growing rapidly.

It is good to know that the Chief had such a good birthday. I would like to have been there with him to celebrate it. Maybe next year we can.

It was good to hear that Gilbert and Pat have postponed their wedding. As you say, things certainly do sound funny in their case.

Well Darling, I’m tired, not having any sleep during the last night’s flight. So long for now, and remember, I love you more than ever I have before. Give my love to the folks.

Always yours, Dear, in His

Perfect love who is our life,


Colossians 3:3

March 15, 1945

14 March 1945

Sarah, My Darling:

We are still waiting, we decided to write again this evening. Paul is writing to his wife also. After finishing your letter this morning, the head chaplain of my former outfit came to see me and expressed his gratitude for my good work in the short time I was with them. He said he did everything to keep me but I had been picked by the Chief of the Pacific Ocean areas and there was nothing he could do about it. Someday I’ll tell you all about it.

The old tattered copy of My Utmost for His Highest that Willis carried with him throughout the war.

This afternoon I did some reading in my Bible as well as catching up on my devotional material. I had missed two days. I sent my copy of “My Utmost” home for I had to get rid of some more things. After eating this evening Paul and I came back here and did some more talking.

Dear, I’m going to start with your letter of February 28th. I know I’m going to miss hearing from you for sometime. Your work in Church History was very good, Dear. I’m certainly proud of you, everything about you makes me love you more all the time.

The statement Mrs. Henry’s brother made about closed communion is very good. Knowing Mrs. Henry, I’m sure he must be a very fine man. I’m glad you get to see Paul and Gen so often. I will certainly be glad when we can all be together again and visit as we used to do so, Dear. Your last session with Dr. Richardson sounded very interesting. I also think they should have more Bible study. Christian education is woefully neglected. I was interested to hear what Dr. Richardson said about the new Roman Catholic Bible and the fact that indulgences are granted for the reading of it.

I’m glad to know you took Dr. and Mrs. Mantey’s picture. I will be glad to see it when the pictures arrives. They are wonderful people and I shall never be able to forget their wonderful kindness to me. When you see Vernon Ritter be sure to greet him for me. And tell him I certainly appreciate his prayer. The prayer of all our friends certainly means everything. Where I’m going we will certainly need their prayer. I realize to be fully used I must be in the center of God’s will. Dear, you certainly got a fine grade in Christian Education. Dear, if you can take your last quarter of Evangelism by correspondence I would, and get it over with. I had it under Dr. Whitesell and I know you will get more out of it by taking it by correspondence if you are going to take Greek this fall. I certainly wouldn’t fool around with a course under Whitesell. You will have to finish your third quarter of the Evangelism before you will have the required courses for your master’s degree, won’t you? I think it was sweet the way you showed Dale and Dukie the map. I’m glad he liked his birthday letter.

I was glad you got to see Charlie Burton and the Good News set up. It is good to know he has a better job. I was surprised to hear that Marian’s father died last winter. I’m glad her mother is better. I’m sorry to know that Don and Rachel haven’t done anything about Donnie’s eye. Is it very bad, Dear? I hope they don’t neglect it too long. 

Dear, when I said I was willing to go anywhere provided you were along, I didn’t mean it as it sounded-that is, conditioning my obedience. But Dear, I cannot possibly describe the aching feeling I have in my heart because of living separated from you. I do want above all else to do God’s will but I do hope I don’t have to be separated from you too much longer. For honestly there is within my breast a constant ache.

Well Dear, I’m tired so I think I will close for tonight. God bless you, and remember, I love you more than words can ever tell.

Yours alone in the 

Love of our Lord

Jesus Christ,


Colossians 3:3

March 14, 1945

14 March 1945

Sarah, My Dearest Darling:

I feel much better this morning, although my joints ache a little. Paul and I have just had our breakfast and I thought I would take advantage of the few moments which are ours. The letter I wrote you last night did not please me because I was feeling so miserable. I’ll try and make up for it this morning by writing you another letter.

After finishing your letter last evening I ran into Chaplain Wells on my way to my quarters. We visited for a while and decided to go to bed and get up early this morning. It really means a lot to have a friend like Paul. So many you run into have no convictions and live so much like those who claim nothing.

March 14, 1945

Darling, I have your last letters here before me and in that I have the time I’m going to answer as many of your questions as possible. I will start with yours of February 26th. Dear, your letters are such a blessing to my heart. I’ve read them many times and will probably read them many times more before I receive letters from you. I know it will be quite some time for your letters reach me. The program of MacArthur turning the government of the Philippines over to Osmenas must have been very interesting. As you said, radio is a wonderful thing. I didn’t hear the program. You are absolutely correct when you say the true power is in God’s hands.

Dear, I think it was beautiful what you said the hymn writer said about the word “together”. I think that is so true. Darling, you and Christ have taught me so much about the beauty of that word. You are more precious to me than is possible for human beings to describe.

Dear, you really went to town on February 26th. Doing all that studying and finishing three lessons in your correspondence course. I’m not at all worried about you and your work at Northern. I feel it will be outstanding. I’m most grateful to God that you are doing so well and learning so much. I can see that I’m going to have to do a lot to catch up with you. Darling, your life and love have always been a mighty challenge to me.

I was glad to hear that Mom got a letter from Bob. It was a surprise to me to hear they have been taking men out of his outfit for the infantry. For Bob’s sake I hope they don’t do it because it is so much tougher in the infantry that it is in the Air Corps. Since the first of the year we have really been going through tough training.

I’m really disappointed in Dr. Wilson. I think we ought to pray for him and NSBC. Do you think it is because he is afraid to go all out (that is, I mean is there some power in the church holding him or doesn’t he himself have strong enough convictions)? Perhaps Maurice and Edith can give you some idea about the situation. At any rate, I’m convinced that there must be a radical change in NSBC or it will die of spiritual malnutrition. Adding numbers doesn’t necessarily make for a strong church, the best churches are not necessarily large ones but ones where Christ is exalted above all else. It is certainly an indication of something when they have no more young men and women preparing for full-time Christian service than they do. Soule Chapman is the only fellow I have known from NSBC who went into full-time service from the church. All the others, Bill Hill, Ray Parry, John Groom, Bob Bathwell, Stan Beaumont made their decisions outside the influences of NSBC. Before I arrived there I had decided and felt called to full-time service. They certainly lack that which challenges you to follow Christ in full-time Christian service. I know any number of churches with a membership one fourth as large which have more than twice as many preparing for full-time service. NSBC certainly needs to remember Chronicles 7:14. That goes for me also. The more I study the word, the greater is the challenge. Isn’t it grand to be a Christian?

By the way Darling, after leaving here I will not be able to get a letter to you in time for Easter. So please buy yourself a nice corsage, one for Mom and a boutonniere for the Chief. Be sure they are nice Beloved, and remember, I’ll be loving you more than words can ever tell. And no matter where I am I’ll be thinking about you. When I arrive out there I hope I have an occasion to see Wayne or Joe. Things are so uncertain though. But if it’s possible I’m going to try.

Well Dear, I will close for now and if I have more time I’ll write later. God bless you Dear in all things. Give my love to the folks.

Yours alone in the love of Christ,


Colossians 3:3

Ruth 1:16, 17

March 13, 1945

13 March 1945

Sarah, My Dearest Darling:

Well, another day has slipped by and we haven’t left as yet. Early this morning I had my first medical clearance. They gave me three more shots and they have made me feel pretty miserable since. I’m not going to write you such a long letter tonight, I’m sure I’ll feel better after resting tonight. I’ve had about every kind of shot you can think of now.

Pictures from Willis’ time of detached service. March 1945.

While waiting here this morning I met another chaplain who is a fine fellow, he is from Louisiana and a graduate of Southwestern. We visited for sometime, then I found out that I would not leave today. As a result, I was given the rest the afternoon and evening off. Chaplain Lowe called Rev. and Mrs. Koon and so they asked us to come out and spend the afternoon with them. They drove me to several very beautiful spots, then brought me back to their home this evening. Mrs. Kuhn had a very nice dinner. You will remember they did the same thing for me when I flew up from down below last October. They are certainly doing a wonderful work over here among the people and children. It really reveals the fact that the gospel is what men want. They gave me a snapshot of themselves which I’ll send on to you. Be sure to show it to the Kollers. Koons also asked me to have you give their greetings to the Kollers. We had a good visit and I told them all about you Dear and what a wonderful sweetheart you are to me.

Darling, inb that I’m very tired I think I’ll close for tonight. I’ll write more to you tomorrow if God so wills. God bless Beloved in all things. I love you truly,

Yours forever in the love of Christ

Jesus our Lord.


Colossians 3:3

March 12, 1945

12 March 1945

Sarah, My Beloved Darling:

This has really been a lulu of a day. Since early this morning I have been on the go. I didn’t have much sleep last night. And besides that, the wind was really bad and the dirt really made everything a mess. It was really hard getting everything ready this morning, for there was a constant stream of men coming to bid me goodbye. For some reason or other the men were unusually kind in things they said. I don’t care to mention it in letters because it may sound egotistical. One soldier came to me this morning with tears in his eyes and said he wanted to let me know he thought I was a good chaplain. And to prove what he meant he gave me a beautiful Eversharp fountain pen. Dear, I shall never forget these men. It is certainly grand to be a Christian.

More pictures from the time on Detached service. March 1945.

It was all I could do to get everything ready by noon. Chaplain Wells had dinner with our outfit. And Dear, you know what? The officers had gone to town, bought beef steak, mushrooms, olives, pickles, celery and lettuce. The mess Sgt. made a good cake and on such short notice as I had they gave such a dinner. Some of the things the different officers said to me brought tears to my eyes. I was so choked up that I can hardly respond after their testimonials. And before we ate our dinner Captain Mason led us in a prayer of thanks. Dear, that is one of the finest tributes to Christ I have ever known. As you know, it is nothing in me, it is only what Christ has done in and through me. It only proves to me more than ever men want Christ, as was proven by the marvelous response in nine short weeks with those men. Dear, you know how I feel and each day only makes me more than ever convinced that Christ is the only hope we have. Dear, you will also be interested to know that I received a rating of superior. I wish I had the time and space to tell you about those men. The Catholic men of the regiment got together and picked one of their first sergeants to extended to me a note of thanks because of all I did for men, regardless of their faith or background. It was hard to say goodbye but I feel that the Lord has a reason for me to go forward. Wherever I go, under whatever conditions, I intend on standing by the unsearchable riches of God’s word. God has been so good to us, hasn’t he Dear? I only wish I could talk to you for there are so many things on my heart.

I sent some more pictures home to you, I do hope they arrive okay. I also sent home a box of more clothes and miscellaneous things. That is, Tommy and Don helped me pack it and Don mailed it for me. I hope it arrives okay. When you fly, you are limited to such a great extent that I had to get rid of more things. Other chaplain equipment will follow me by ship. We took Chaplain Wells and my things down to the dock. And later Lieut. Arxton and Don, (my assistant), brought me to the airport. It was certainly hard to say goodbye to Don. He couldn’t talk, just shed tears and walked away. He is the finest assistant I have ever had and I know I’ll go a long time before I find another like him. His kind are very very few and far between. I shall long remember him. I’m only sorry that he has to stay in a regiment under such a poor chaplain as the other one. Dear, I have known most every kind of a man but he is the poorest I have ever known. Such a stumbling block to the cause of Christ. He made things absolutely miserable for me because of jealousy over the response of the men. A little rank in the Army makes fools out of a lot of men. Some men grow with responsibility, others just swell.

Just before leaving, the mail orderly brought me two letters, they were your letter of March 5th and a very nice letter from Betty Weiskoph. As soon as I answer the letter I’ll send it on to you. Dear, your letter was beautiful and I cannot fully describe the joy which was mine after reading your sweet letter. Your life and love are a constant source of joy and inspiration to me. By the way, one of the men, ”Freddy Romer,” gave me his picture. I’ll mail them on to you. He was one of our old faithfuls.

By the way Dear, address all my mail as follows, until I notify you otherwise. Chaplain Willis A. Reed 0-529294, XXIV (24th) Corps. APO 235 c/o Postmaster, San Francisco, California. You don’t have to write 24th out, just XXIV Corps. As soon as I know any further change of address, I’ll let you know. At least your letters can be on their way to me. I will close for tonight because it’s late and I’m tired. We have a long flight ahead. God bless you Beloved in all things. Give the folks my love.

Yours alone, because we are forever one

In the love of Christ,


Colossians 3:3

March 11, 1945

11 March 1945

Sarah, My Dearest Darling:

Well, we got up early this morning and had our breakfast, left for Hilo and flew back here. We arrived here sometime this afternoon. It was a very lovely flight and we had a most unusual view of the Islands and the ocean along the way. Captain Wilson, Major Ender and I certainly had a good time together over there. They were fine officers to be with on such an occasion. The thing I was looking forward to the most when I arrived back here with your letters. And I was made very glad to find that there were six from you, they were for February 26th and 28th and March 1st through the 4th.

More Pictures of Detached service. March 1945.

Darling, your letters were so very precious to me and you will never know how much they mean to me. However, I have not had a chance to read them very thoroughly, in fact, I have had to hurry through them because I have just received orders to go further west immediately. That is all I can tell you now. The time is short and I cannot tell you where I am going. But as soon as I can, rest assured that I’ll let you know. I’m I’m sorry that I won’t be able to give you my new address, but as it is, I don’t even know it myself. Chaplain Wells and I are going to go together. Darling, I can say no more now, but I’ll try and let you know later. I’m afraid it will take my mail a lot longer to reach you now, and I do know that your mail will be a long time in reaching me. Anyhow, I will be praying for you Darling and loving you more all the time. There were well over 80 in our evening service this evening, I didn’t find out from Don the exact number, but it was the largest evening service we have ever had since we started them. Someday I will tell you more about it, Darling.

I received several letters from other people also Dear, they were from the following people: Jack and Bertha, Nettie, Charlie, Laura, Calvin Lee, Hollys, and Captain Wilkinson. I haven’t had the time to read those letters. It will probably have to wait until I’m cleared of here.

Darling, I would like to write you a much longer letter, but I just don’t have the time now. I must get all my things ready. God bless you Beloved and be sure to give my love to the folks. I love you more than I ever have before. Isn’t it grand to be a Christian?

Yours alone in the love of our 

Lord Jesus Christ,


Colossians 3:3

Ruth 1:16, 17