Illustrations by Angie Wallace

Angie and her husband Marc live in Richvale, California and are appointees with CAM to the Hispanic USA field. Angie is also an RN.

Midsummernight Dream by Rod Fry

Walking on a time line, between dimensions

Of light and space, a wheel of colors

Spinning around, a mirrored reflection

In a sea of glass and memory.

A bright, dark sky with soft clouds

Floating by, headed who knows where,

Bright stars shout out loud

As night becomes day, or so it seems.

As thoughts so dark and deep and clear

Such that I cannot fully express

Bombard my mind, a mix of fondness and fear,

Impressions, feelings, hopes, dreams.

As the passing years become as days

All strung out like a pattern repeated,

Conceived, designed, fashioned, replayed

Over and over and over again.

I sit myself down in a quiet enough place,

As I've done before, to peer into the night

To examine, refine, reject, and replace

This swirling of faces, ideas, beliefs.

I am alone, and I feel all the pain

Of living with so many questions.

How in the world will I ever regain

A conscience complete, a soul satisfied?

I've traveled far, and I bear the scars

Of too many unanswered pleas.

Is it too early to finish, too late to start...

Experiencing what I say I believe?

The clouds run away, and I hear the wind say

As it rustles and whistles my name,

That I just have to wait, there will come a day,

When all that is dark will be clear.

I will seek, then, to live what I know and believe,

Content not to know the whole plan;

Seeking to love those You've given to me,

Staking my life on the vows You have made.

Run 'cross the sky, clouds fringed with silver

Reflecting the light of the moon.

I will seek the Sun; the light that delivers

My soul from its twilight fears.

Rod with his wife Mayra and their 3 children serve in Mexico City, Mexico

Art Expressions from Cheryl White

5 Loaves 2 Fish

Wedding at Cana

A word from Cheryl about her artwork.

I love sharing my art with people.

I’m doing a series of 12 banners for our church this summer, one a week on the parables. The church has paid me for all my supplies I turn in receipts for, but I’m donating my time as a way to serve this summer. My prayer is that a lot of people will like the banners and commission me to do personal paintings for them and that this will eventually become a source of extra income for our family. Please join me.

Thank you for your encouragement and your interest in my art.

This is something that God has brought about, not me. I have never had a formal art from a real artist or any college level or high school level courses in art. Everything I have learned has been from researching, watching others, going to community workshops, painting for theaters, and borrowing books from the library. I just know I was made to do this and I am so thankful God has dropped opportunities in my lap for me to paint, and paint for Him.

Cheryl's husband is Duke White who is Director of Field Ministries at CAM International. They and their two children live in Corinth, Texas.

Another Poem by Rolland Smith

Cooperation

Most CAMex missionaries do not lack when it comes to ambition

For our goal is to fulfill the Lord’s Great Commission.

God’s answer is found in being “one”

If we are to see the work well done.

He continues to speak as He says:

“It would be great to see my children cooperate.”

That the world may know what the gospel is about

We must be ready to show our unity to a lost and dying community.

Some missionaries say, “Together we will serve,

If only we had access to that thing called MERV.

Excuses like that don’t help us unite;

So away with that mockery-Let’s walk in His light!

Jesus is coming again soon. Do we see the sinner’s fate?

There is a time limit. God has set the date.

We will be effective in reaching this nation

Only when we can be counted on by our cooperation.

Wouldn’t it be grand for the world to see

what the Lord can do thru you and me?

We feel the weight of responsibility, we dare not shirk;

This is all the more reason we need team work.

First, we are to model “oneness”. All eyes are watching us.

We are under the gun.

Who said this couldn’t be accomplished?

We’re now having fun!!

This being “tight” in our fellowship is contagious, you know.

The Mexican brethren can see we are actually beginning to grow!

It is true we are one flock, so let’s serve together.

Do this in His might.

Be sensitive to one another;

That’s only right.

One day we will stand before our Lord.

Our desire is to hear Him say:

“Servant, well done.”

We will cooperate together in the race that we run!

Poetry by Rolland Smith Mexico

A Tale of the City


Mexico City with all of its flare
Its glamour and glitter---everything’s there!
Day into night and night into day
‘Til nerves are on edge and ready to fray!

If someone should ask me, “Why are you here?”
That’s a good question; the answer is clear.
Our Savior has called us to live in the smog
And help them escape sin like a bog.

Religion and night clubs abound here together
Working all hours whatever the weather,
They have lived all their lives for sin and for self.
The wrecks of these lives are left on the shelf.

Mending these wrecks, we never could do,
Yet God through His Son can make them anew.
Satan’s control is in so many places.
Sin leaves its scars on their unhappy faces.

We must shine in the darkness while there is time
For Christ could return while I’m writing this rhyme.
Do others see Jesus now living in me?
Or am I just tossing adrift on life’s sea?

Bible study, evangelism---important we say,
But what if our life style is stubble and hay?
Yes, my dear Savior, I want to be used
To help these dear people by Satan abused.

The men who are machos, at least so it seems,
Are running from God with all of their schemes.
Some who have wives- number one, two and three
Are finding that’s not what it’s cracked up to be.

The men who are saying “Stay out of my life.”
As to spiritual matters, “Please talk to my wife.”
In Christ they could find what they’re searching for,
For life may end soon, don’t close your heart’s door.



Rolland R. Smith about life in Mexico City