Fall 2014, Vol. 1, No. 3
The Everyday
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a publication of The Bridge of Storm Lake
Velveteen People No Longer the Frozen Chosen How Wounds Get Healed The Potter and the Clay Our Everyday Divine Bridge News
Fall 2014, Vol. 1, No. 3
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We are committed to valuing individuals, nurturing relationships, and witnessing the transforming power of Jesus Christ.
The Everyday Divine Fall 2014, Vol. 1, No. 3 Published four times a year by The Bridge of Storm Lake
April Hase and Krislyn Erickson, of the 2014 Summer Team, play at Seneca Center.
4 | Velveteen People Thoughts on how the Summer Team, and all of us Velveteen People, become “real.”
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6 | No Longer the Frozen Chosen Summer Team testimony from Zach Ahrens.
8 | How Wounds Get Healed A reflection on Psalm 147:3, Seneca kids, and what it really means to seek healing.
10 | The Potter and the Clay Testimony by Krislyn Erickson about the Summer Girls’ Camps.
12 | Our Everyday Divine Here are a few glimpses of everyday life at the neighborhood centers!
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From the Editor When the Ends Anne Dahlhauser, The Bridge Communications Director of the Earth Move in Next Door
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bout a year ago, I sat down at my computer and started researching. I wanted to figure out what we were doing. This sounds bizarre, I know. Yet, we knew there had to be others out there, others who saw the movement of people to the USA and had a heart to engage them for the sake of the Gospel, right here on this soil. We weren’t pastors, or humanitarian workers, or evangelists. But something, something divine and redemptive and necessary, was happening on our front porch. And, we believed it must be happening in our cities and towns across the USA where there is a growing refugee and immigrant population. So, I started typing in keywords on google and amazon: “neighborhood ministry,” “missions in the United States,” “ministry among refugees in the USA,” etc. Nothing fit exactly. Then, I stumbled upon a new term, and the more we read about it, the more shocked we were. Why? Because it’s what we are living. It’s the work we are doing. There is a name for it. Finally. It’s a term I believe every Christian should become more and more familiar with, if you aren’t already: Diaspora Missiology di·as·po·ra noun \dī-ˈas-p(ə-)rə, dē-\ A group of people who live outside the area in which they had lived for a long time or in which their ancestors lived mis·si·ol·o·gy noun /misēˈäləjē/ The study of religious (typically Christian) missions and their methods and purposes. The science of the crosscultural communication of the Christian faith. Back in October of 2009, Jay and I moved into and began Seneca Center. From what I’ve pieced together, most of the research on diaspora missiology began to emerge around that time. And so, I’d like to share some basic resources on this field because I believe this affects each of us, and this needs to be a present reality for all Christians. Each day, the news tells us about immigration and the movement of people around the globe. We experience it routinely in our community. And, I believe the following resources give a picture of God’s purpose in the “scattering of people” as well as our responsibilities as Christians living in the midst of it. I encourage you to do your own research and start to consider God’s plan in the movement of people around the globe and into Storm Lake, IA. To begin, in November of 2009, the Lausanne Diaspora Educators Consultation in Seoul, Korea published an official declaration on diaspora missiology. In the document, they state “that ‘diaspora missiology’ has emerged as a biblical and strategic field of missiology and is defined as: a missiological framework for understanding and participating in God’s redemptive
mission among people living outside their place of origin.” More research, case studies, and conferences have followed, some of which I’ll include here. Yet, we are still in a new field, on the cutting edge of something unique in global missions. The e-booklet, Scattered to Gather is the product of the Lausanne Diaspora Leadership Team. You can google the title and producer to view it. Search Amazon.com for “Diaspora Missiology.” Note, nearly all the books have been published since 2009. An excellent blog is Missiologically Thinking, by J.D. Payne at www.jdpayne.org Payne has authored a number of books, including Strangers Next Door: Immigration, Migration, and Mission. One of Payne’s posts is especially helpful, called “Missions To, Through, and Beyond the Diasporas,” written on March 20, 2012. You can search for it at www.jdpayne.org. Missions Frontiers has a past issue called “Peoples on the Move.” You can go to www.missionsfrontiers.com, then to “Past Issues” and then scroll down until you come to the issue of November-December 2012. A case study by Charlene de Haan can be read at www.lausanneworldpulse.com. Search for “A Canadian Case Study in Diaspora Missiology.” Finally, the Lausanne World Pulse published an issue on the diaspora topic in March 2009. It can be viewed www.lausanneworldpulse.com/03-2009 Traditional missions has been understood for years as “going there” in order to share the Gospel. Please know, God is changing things up and mixing up people across the globe. This is the time for Christians to embrace the opportunities right in their neighborhoods as well as around the world. Of this subject, Dr. Jerry Rankin, President Emeritus, International Mission Board, SBC stated that “all of the peoples of the world are coming to America. We would be challenged to find any unreached people group from around the world that doesn’t have a population segment in the United States…And so many churches need to wake up and realize that God has brought the nations into their cities and communities, and they’re going to stand accountable before God for fulfilling His mission whether or not they go overseas or not.” Learn about diaspora missiology. Get to know the people living around you. How can you be about fulfilling God’s global mission in your neighborhood, your community, your state?
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hen I was a little girl, my mom used to read me the story of The Velveteen Rabbit (or How Toys Become Real) by Margery Williams. Only after years of loving and being loved into shreds did the stuffed rabbit become real and alive. The tattered ears, the dangling eyes, the worn body all trumpeted that love had happened there. Love changes us, after all.
nothing. If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.”
But then, little by little, the Summer Team starts serving up their hearts to the kids. They love the kids through break downs and melt downs and just all-out-days-of-down. They start to peer inside more intently, seeing the background and the hurting. They start to relate, start to embrace, start to share.
“Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; But it never happens without a cost, for there it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own is always a high price to pay when you truly way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at love. wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth.” “By this we know love, that he laid down his life for us, And, really, that’s when it starts to happen. and we ought to lay down our lives for the brothers.” Because, the closer we allow ourselves to get to 1 John 3:16 another human, the more clearly we see a real At the beginning of summer, the Summer person – not just a picture or a name, but a life Team steps into life on Seneca Street with clean that breathes and cries and giggles and dreams. clothes and fresh expectations. The first days Real is beautiful. are full of interactions at arms-length, some awkward dances, and great intentions. They go But, then again, up-close is where we finally see through the motions with smiles and earnest- that there is so much we can’t touch, so much we can’t fix...so much...so much. We realize ness. how big the situations are and how tragically “If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but little our band aids can really cover. have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all And, the temptation is to just to wrap up our mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so hearts and hide them away, isn’t it? as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am
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Some days, it just feels better to feel less, to know less, to care less.
having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”
But, fellow Velveteen People, hear me on this one: Something beautiful happens when we get close enough to be vulnerable and then stick around for it.
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”
Love nudges at your heart and tears it up. In fact, if it doesn’t shred your heart a little and tatter your emotions, it’s probably not love. You might just be clanging cymbals and gongs in your one-man-band. “Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends.” 1 Corinthians 13:1-8 Lately, I’ve seen the Summer Team laying down their cymbals, laying down pieces of themselves for the sake of loving these kids. I know their decision to really love and be loved will cost them. And, I pray their hearts never recover. I pray their intellect never overrides the power of connecting, really connecting, with another human being. I pray their craving for structure never stops them from opening their doors, their lives, and their hearts to the beautiful chaos of God-ordained relationships.
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit. “Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.” “Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?” “It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
I pray their eyes never see people in the same way, that their arms never forget to hug often, that their shoulders feel uncomfortably empty without a little person riding on top.
So, Velveteen People, be encouraged. Your heart may feel all exposed, overwhelmed, and shabby from constant use but real is beautiful. It declares there is hope alive in this I pray they are changed and rearranged by the world. experience here. I pray they love on and on, Most importantly, it mirrors the love of Godespecially when they are close enough to be hurt in-flesh. and forever affected. It reflects the Love that laid down Himself. For, that’s when we start to become real... His body was broken and marred but always “What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one beautiful to us velveteen people who choose to day, when they were lying side by side believe. ■ -Anne Dahlhauser near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean
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No Longer the
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efore I was born, my mom prayed because I didn’t want labels of being a Jesus freak (a label I presumed would fall onto me). for a “red-haired fireball.” I was so concerned of what people thought Her prayer was answered. I’ve been of me, my identity, that I would curve my baptized, educated, and confirmed in the Catholic faith. Essentially, I’ve always beliefs around their judgment. Surely if I would reveal my faith, I would receive twice known who this Jesus fella was, and that He the critic eye for my actions. I couldn’t live up was a pretty neat dude. I served mass as an to those kind of expectations! altar boy for 8 years and went to Kuemper Catholic School for 13 years. I completed “The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds Christian service hours and took theology blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, classes on Scripture, Morality, and Peace & because it had its foundation on the rock. But everyJustice. It was easy practicing my faith–I was one who hears these words of mine and does not put surrounded by a community of Catholics that them into practice is like a foolish man who built his walked alongside me on my spiritual journey. house on sand.” Matthew 7:25-26. But then I arrived at college. I could no longer assume the student next to me was Catholic, much less Christian. I felt like I had been sheltered from people with different faith backgrounds. It was discouraging to the point where I felt disconnected to my own faith. Sadly, I lost what strong conviction I had before, feeling like a lone man on an island. I no longer felt equipped to profess a faith as the only ambassador.
I had built my house on sand. As soon as it became tough to be a Christian, I swam with the current. I spent more time trying to build a levee to protect my house on sand than solidify my house on rock. I’ve realized this later than sooner, but no levee will withstand the floods that enter our lives.
“Therefore, my dear brothers and sisters, stand firm. I could preach to the choir, but I couldn’t Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to go across the street to a man who’s never the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain.” known the name of Jesus. 1 Corinthians 15: 58. How do I approach him? I can’t relate to him. What do I say? It’s easier to just keep it to myself, yeah, I’ll I know I’m not quite where I want to be, but just do that. Of course, that’s the considerate thing to I’ve started to tear down my levee. I’m not do. The last thing I’d want to do is make someone concerned with how high the tide is–Our God is Greater. uncomfortable because of my beliefs. And that worked. I became an undercover I’m strengthening my house by moving it back to solid ground. Tell me of a stronger Christian. foundation than that of our all-powerful, allI’d listen to Christian music, but only with my loving God. Remind me of the countless headphones in. I’d volunteer my time to serve times when floods have washed away others, but if someone asked me why, I’d foundations of fame, fortune, addiction, and probably just say I like to help people. I idolatry. stayed away from any Christian organizations,
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Frozen Chosen
This world can be cold and bitter Feels like we’re in the dead of winter Waiting on something better But am I really gonna hide forever? Over and over again I hear Your voice in my head Let Your light shine, let Your light shine for all to see. Start a fire in my soul Fan the flame and make it grow So there’s no doubt or denying Let it burn so brightly That everyone around can see That it’s You, that it’s You that we need Start a fire in me
-The song “Start a Fire” by Unspoken
let it warm the hearts of those I’m near. I pray that I kindle the flame of my faith, but never use it to intentionally harm. I pray that I let go of my own identity, so that I’m purely a reflection of my Savior. Serving for The Bridge has moved me to become more transparent in my faith. From meeting with Jay once a week in our mentor meetings to witnessing the ministry at The Bridge; it’s clear to me that the only way to live out my faith is to fully surrender, no conditions attached. I know that will be a challenge for me as I continue my walk, but I believe that’s the only identity worth striving for.
I’m blowing my cover: It wasn’t until recently that my mom I’m a Christian, and I stand firm on my described me as “a fireball for Jesus,” and it house of rock with a fire in my heart. ■ made me step back. I pray that I’m able to defrost my faith and
-Zach Ahrens, Summer Team 2014
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eside my front door, on a little white table, I have a simple first aid kit. It’s full of ointment, wipes, and lots of band-aids. God only knows how many band-aids we’ve applied here at Seneca Center.
“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” Psalm 147:3
This season of life has left me with fresh desperation for God’s healing. It seems there are broken hearts and areas of woundedness at every turn. It’s been a season marked with I try to tell the kids that band-aids, in and of pain – diagnoses, surgeries, death, conflict, themselves, don’t make a bump or bruise feel loss, and disappointments. Life’s like that better; if it’s bleeding, it needs a band-aid, but sometimes. if not, there is no point to using (yet another) And, just when I thought I knew all I needed one. to know about band-aids and binding up wounds, I realized how little I understand. I My words are lost on them. thought sweetly to myself more than once, They still come – from toddlers to middleschoolers, pointing out wounds and asking “Aww, He binds up our wounds, just like I do like for band-aids to make them feel better. And all the time with my neighbor kids.” so, we go through the desired healing ritual – But the truth is, God’s not interested in the cleaning, drying, applying ointment, and having a fellow wound-binder; He wants us to be wound-bringers, bringing our putting on a band-aid. afflictions to Him with complete trust But, to be honest, there have times when I and vulnerability. have gotten so tired of skinned knees and bumped elbows, I’ve just told the older kids There I was, looking right over the blackto grab their own band-aids and “make sure haired heads of the Seneca kids, nearly you put the wrapper in the trash!” Yes, that’s the missing the point entirely: these kids have ugly truth. After all, I know the band-aids modeled what it means to be a woundaren’t that necessary anyway. Not to mention, bringer. I have dishes to do, and my own kids to take And all I can picture are the kids at my door care of, and office work to catch up on… step, persistent, asking for healing. I can hear And then, in the midst of my superiority and them knocking, knocking. I can see their justifications, God turned my thinking upside desperate tears, see their little fingers pointing down. He has a way of doing that, just when out the wounds and (tiny) drops of blood. I we get comfortable with our logical can hear them asking for band-aids, for their conclusions. friend and for themselves. Recently, I found myself quoting Psalm 147:3 Unashamed, they come with tears, snotty noses, and a dramatic story of what went to myself and a number of friends:
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Get Healed wrong. Emotions and words gush out all over sometimes. They come crying for help. They come messy. They come broken. But they don’t care about appearances – they are hurt, after all – and they refuse to go on without treatment and healing. There is no “grin and bear it” with kids. There is no faking it.
aching issues. We bury it deep, talking about “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” and that “what will be will be.” “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” Psalm 147:3 Truth is, God bids us to come.
He’s concerned about our hearts, the And then sometimes I hear them knocking emotional wounds we carry, and He again because, with no hesitancy, they would promises to bind them up – to gently, lovingly, bind up each area of hurt with His come back again if they were hurt again. sovereign hands in ways we can’t fathom. But, what if we move from the clarity of the kids’ physical wounds to the issues of the Will we acknowledge our wounds? Will we heart, the broken hearts and emotional take them to Him for healing? wounds referenced in Psalm 147:3 – does it Because if we do, God will always be all still apply? waiting with eager hands of compassion.
He will never just leave a pile of bandaids on the table by the door. He’ll never give up on us. He’ll never been too exhausted to help yet another stumbling human. He will never mutter about why we can’t ask someone else or get our own band-aids, for goodness sake! He will never close the door behind us, and roll How does God heal all that? His eyes at our dramatic retelling of our I believe He does. But, we must come to affliction. God will never, ever fail at His Him. And, we must identify our wounds, promise to us: Because, I wonder how many of us adults are carrying around emotional wounds, still bleeding, tender to touch? The kind that make you lash out when prodded, or recoil when pressed. The kind that leaves you compulsively controlling or passive, longing for affirmation from peers, anxious, or angry.
naming and admitting the hurt to ourselves, as we ask for healing. See, He already knows—but, do we acknowledge the pain? Self-disclosure is for our own good as well as deepening our relationship with Him.
“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” Psalm 147:3
And so, that verse will not roll off my tongue again without the image of the beautiful Instead, we go to all lengths to deny these Seneca kids on my doorstep, teaching me wounds, to ignore them, deaden the pain, or what it really means. ■ -Anne Dahlhauser at least distract ourselves from admitting any
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The Potter & H ave you ever watched a potter sit down on the potter’s wheel and mold the clay into a piece of art? Have you looked closely at pottery? Each piece of art is made a little bit different‌. from the strokes of the hand to the different artists making them. Today, helping teach the middle school camp, called Masterpieces, the girls learned how to make origami hearts. We had each of the five girls pick out different colored pieces of construction paper and follow along to the bible study teacher for directions on how to make the origami. Watching the girls fold their construction
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paper to make these hearts was interesting to see. Each were trying to make it a perfect heart shape. While the girls were folding their papers, I noticed that one girl gave up completely after messing up on folding the paper the wrong way. The girl sitting next to her was struggling to keep up with the teacher’s verbal instructions as well. After expressing her frustration to the counselors, she was shown visually step-by-step directions to finish her heart. Once the hearts were completed, we had the girls write bible verses on them. The purpose of the heart origami was to lead into our discussion of God. We asked,
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the Clay “Who decided to make each fold and crease?” “Do all of your hearts look the same?” Even though the girls were following the same instructions, their hearts were folded differently, made from different colored papers, and were different sizes. The point was to have each origami different; all hearts were unique. The same goes with us. God created and molded us to be what He wanted us to be. He made each of us different, not one of us are perfectly alike. God made us exactly how He wanted us to be made. Every freckle, mole, even
every hair on our head, God created because He wanted it there. Sometimes we compare ourselves with others. wanting to be more like them, or look more like them. We have to keep in mind that we are all unique and that God molded us to be the perfect person He created us to be. To have the middle school girls remember this powerful message, we asked them to memorize the following verse: Isaiah 64:8. “Yet you, Lord, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter, we are all the work of your hand.” ■ Krislyn Erickson, Summer Team 2014
This year for The Bridge’s girls’ summer camp ministry, which was formerly named “Summer Sizzle” split into two camps: Masterpieces was held in the morning for campers in 5th-6th grade, and Mosaic was held in the afternoons for campers in 7th—9th grades. The new format allowed us to be more intentional at the different age levels and helped accommodate the growing number of campers! At the end of the week, we held The Bridge Festival at a park in Storm Lake. Family and friends were invited to come see what the girls had been accomplishing that week in their Studio times—photography, baked goods, and art projects. In addition, the girls from the Music Studio sang, and the camp’s worship band shared the camp songs from the week. Thank you to everyone who had a part in this great week!
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We just finished up a beautiful (and busy) summer at the Centers and with the Summer Youth Team! Here are some pictures of our summer:
For more pictures and reports from the summer, please visit our blog! www.FrontPorchInspired.com
Tulip Center Update
Bob and Natalie had a whirlwind of a summer—including a couple moves while Tulip Center is being completed, the completion of chemo, a clear PET scan report (praise God!), and a new baby! Their new daughter is Avalyn Kay, and she was born in Omaha on July 11. This sweet family is now moving into the Center but the work there is still in the process. Bob has started his new job as a high school ESL teacher in Storm Lake as well. Please keep them in your prayers as they transition into life at Tulip Center with a new baby and new job!
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Someone once told me, “You’ve been blessed when Nellie for their dedication to saying goodbye is difficult.” Certainly, we’ve been this ministry in the past years. They jumped in with faith and sacrifice when The blessed! Bridge was just a vision, beginning Park Center and Renato and Nellie have been serving at The Bridge contributing greatly to the beginning stages of this with Jay and me since 2011, and they started a ministry. They have intentionally served and loved Neighborhood Center, Park Center. people in Jesus’ name, and we are all grateful for Together, we’ve walked this unknown road of their passion to make their lives count for God and ministry, cross-cultural relationships, loving hurt His glory. children, and the summer days that seemingly never Please join us in wishing Renato and Nellie many, end. We’ve adventured across seven countries many blessings as they step out in a new direction! together with five kids and cheap bus tickets. And, we’ve raised our late-night coffee mugs to the “The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make victories and laughed slap-happy-style at our own his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you; belly flops along the way. It’s been amazing! Most of the Lord lift up his countenance upon you and give all, Renato and Nellie are among our dearest friends, you peace.” Numbers 6:24-26 ones who truly understand and have shared in our As for The Bridge, we anticipate changes in the lives and our kids’ lives. coming months. We ask for your patience and So, in all honesty, it is not easy for any of us to share prayers as we determine the next steps in this new that Renato and Nellie are beginning a new chapter chapter of ministry. Please keep Renato and Nellie in their lives, one that will take them away from full- and their family in your prayers as well, as they seek time work with The Bridge*. Yet, as new pages are God’s will for their future! With grateful hearts, we all turned, we hang on to the beauty of memories and turn the page; may God be glorified in these new chapters in each our lives! ■ look ahead with faith and expectation. Anne Dahlhauser At this time, we especially want to thank Renato and *Given their resignation from CFCI as missionaries, Renato and Nellie will no longer have a financial account there for support-raising. If you set up automatic giving to their account on a monthly basis, the donation will no longer be withdrawn. We invite you to prayerfully consider continuing to support The Bridge in its general fund at CFCI, as God directs. If you have questions about your giving, please contact Jay.
Sons of Honor camp for boys Sons of Honor was held on August 13-16 at Twin Lakes Christian Camp. A group of 65, including campers and leaders, spent the days enjoying a variety of activities and growing in their faith! The boys were challenged to build cars from wood pallets, do rock climbing, compete in a relays, and swim. Each morning were small group devotions, and each evening there was a message from Pastor Pete, Summit EFC, drama, and music. It was a wonderful weekend!
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Run For Our Future! Team Bridge raced in the local Marathon to Marathon race on June 14, raising funds for the Summer Youth program. It was a challenging day, but an excellent way to prepare for the demands of summer! Thank you to all who contributed to this summer fundraiser; it allows The Bridge to focus intentionally on youth ministry in the summer. God bless!
Save the Date! The Bridge’s 4th Annual Fall Banquet will be on Sunday, October 19, 2014 at 5:30pm. It will be held at Buena Vista University in the Dows Grand Ballroom.
Please make plans to attend this special event! It is a necessary part of sustaining The Bridge ministry financially and continuing its work in Storm Lake. Tickets and tables are now available. Please go to our website www.thebridgeofstormlake.com to be directed to a secure site for purchasing. You may also contact our office.
NOTE: Considering the capacity of the room and the attendance for past three years, we need to limit the attendance to 300. Registration for this event will close on Oct. 3 or when that number is reached. Thank you!
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