Heritage Highlights

Dorothy Wortman - 1949 Graduate from Booth Memorial Hospital -LPNDorothy Wortman - 1949 Graduate from Booth Memorial Hospital -LPN

Here are some glimpses into a few moments from our parents' lives who have passed on to us such a valuable heritage. 


 "The righteous man walks in his integrity; His children are blessed after him." Proverbs 20:7

 

 

 
107� in the shade & no A/C107 degrees in the shade without A/C

Milton & Dorothy Rust


Married in India on April 7, 1954

 
Budget Rent-a-Cart - Budget Rent-a-Cart - "winter" 1956

Growing in Grace

   The Lord will perfect that which concerneth me. (Psalm 138:8)

          The day was hot and dry.  Milton and Dorothy Rust had just finished packing the oxcart with supplies for a ten-day campout in the backwoods villages of India.  They would be far from any bazaars, so they had to take whatever food supplies they needed for the ten days plus cooking utensils and bedding.  Dot had spent several days planning menus and baking things that would keep without refrigeration.  She had made lists of things that were needed and checked them off as she packed the boxes.  Now the boxes were packed in the oxcart, and they were ready to head out into the village.

          Dot hopped up onto the tail of the oxcart with her legs hanging down, and Milt handed baby Timmy up to her.  She hugged her six-month old son and whispered in his ear, We're off to a new adventure!  We're going to tell some more people that Jesus loves them!  Silently she prayed, Lord, let them see Jesus in me!

          Milton and Dorothy were first term missionaries who had just finished language study and were now stationed on their own.  The desire of their hearts was to be channels the Lord could use to reach these Indian villagers.  They had learned much about India and its customs during their two years in language study and had adjusted to the different way of living.  The hardest aspect of life in India for them was the ever-present filth and disease.  Milt accepted things as they were, but Dot was fearful.  She wasn't worried about herself, but she found it hard to trust the Lord to keep baby Timmy well and strong when there was so much disease all around them.  Because of this lack of trust, she wouldn?t let the village people hold her baby.  When the villagers came to the mission house or when she met them in the bazaar and they would reach out for Timmy she would say, No, don't pick him up!  He is afraid of strangers and will cry!

          That really wasn't true.  Timmy was a friendly, outgoing baby who loved all the attention he could get.  Today Timmy was going out on his first tour!

          Dot sat on the back of the oxcart, thinking.  They were going to a village nine miles cross-country.  The oxcart travels at the terrific speed of two miles per hour, so Dot had plenty of time to think.

          Milt and the national evangelist had gone ahead on their bicycles to check out the details of their campsite.  The villagers wanted the missionaries to come so very much.  They promised to arrange a place for them to camp.  Dot was wondering what it would be like.  She wasn't fretting, just curious.  Strangely enough, she had no difficulty trusting the Lord to supply her material needs and those of her family, but health needs were different, were they not?

          It seemed like an endless journey of bumping and jogging as they rode through the sand, over boulders and through shallow streams and narrow lanes.  The oxcart driver stopped at regular intervals so she and the baby could stretch and relax for a few minutes, but that didn't make the five hour journey any shorter.  Dot heaved a big sigh of relief when the driver finally shouted, There's the village, and the master is waiting!  Milt rode out to the oxcart to lead them through the village to their campsite on the other side.

          Dot was pleased and excited about the campsite chosen by the village Christians.  They had picked out a beautiful site beside a large well that had several shade trees around it.  The oxen had been moved out of their three-sided shed.  The mud walls of the shed were freshly whitewashed and the mud floor cow-dunged.  Dot was humbled by the evidence of the labor of love performed by the Christians for missionaries they didn't even know.  Their desire to know more about Jesus and share the Good news with their neighbors activated their labor of love.

          The young men who worked at the well taking care of the rice patties helped unload the oxcart.  Then camp was set up, and the missionaries had their picnic supper.  When darkness began to fall, they lit their kerosene lantern and headed back into the village on foot for an evening meeting.  The villagers would be in from their fields by dark, so that was the best time to gather.  When Milt and Dot arrived at one of the Christians' home, they brought out their mats and spread them on the ground in front of the house.  The Indian Christians love to sing and they do it enthusiastically, letting the whole village know something is happening nearby.  This is the way they get their unsaved neighbors to come and see what is happening.  In the process, the unsaved hear the gospel.

          The next morning as soon as breakfast was finished and Timmy was secure in his playpen, Dot took her pail and scrub board to the well to do her daily laundry.  Her back was turned toward the playpen so she could not see her young son.  Suddenly she heard Timmy squeal with delight and turned to see what was happening.  Her heart sank with fear when she saw that the young fellows who worked at the well had picked up Timmy and were passing him around and kissing him.  Timmy was enjoying it immensely.

          Dot went over to where Milt was studying, Honey, go get Timmy right now!  Milt put his arm around his wife and said, Honey, God gave us a strong, healthy baby, here in the midst of sickness and disease.  Can't we trust Him to keep him well and strong?  Dot knew Milt was right but the fear was still there.  Her heart was in turmoil!

          That afternoon as soon as Milt and the evangelist went out to the nearby villages to preach and Timmy was napping, Dot sat down under a tree to read.  One of her senior missionaries had handed her a book and said, You've got to read this!  It is great!  Well, now was the time to get started on How I know God Answers Prayer by Rosalind Goforth, missionary to China.

          When Dot read the chapter on Proving God's Faithfulness, the Holy Spirit began His work in her heart.  She read how Mrs. Goforth had refused to trust God for the safety of her children and God allowed her to lose one of them.  Right there Dot committed Timmy to the Lord.  Her heart was filled with peace and joy that passes understanding.

          Those ten days of camping were blessed by the Lord and ended all too soon.  The Christians had learned many new things from God's word.  Dot had learned to hand Timmy over to the people with a heart free from fear.  The importance of this lesson was even more indelibly pressed upon her heart when they were leaving the village.  The women all gathered around for one last hug from Timmy.  Then one of them said, I am so glad you came to our village to tell us more about Jesus and show us His love.  The missionary who came last year wouldn't let us touch her children!

          All the way home on the back of that oxcart Dot had a praise and thanksgiving meeting with the Lord.  She thanked Him over and over again for the lesson He had taught her at the beginning of their ministry to the villages of India.

 

 

(written by Dorothy Rust, first published by RBP in Conquest paper 2-28-1982)



 
1959 Willis Jeep Stationwagon1959 Willis Jeep Stationwagon

PROVE ME

          WHISHH  BOOM!! The sound hit our ears. About the same time, we saw the night sky out side our apartment light up like daylight.
          We were in our living room having family devotions when we heard the commotion in the bazaar. Because our apartment was just a stone's throw from the bazaar, we were accustomed to a lot of noise. But the explosion and fire made us all run outside to see what was happening. There in the middle of the road sat the government bus shooting out flames in all directions. First the gas tank exploded. Then the tires, one by one! The sight fascinated our sons, but our young daughters clung to us in fear. This was just a part of what had been happening all over the Telengana part of Andhra Pradesh, India, the summer of 1969.
          The Telengana people were fighting for a separate state. To gain the attention of Congress and government leaders, they were stopping government buses, cars and trucks, making the people get out, pouring gasoline inside and setting them on fire. Most of this destruction was done by school boys who were prodded by political leaders. These boys were full of zeal that soon became uncontrolled. It was fun burning up vehicles, so naturally some private jeeps and cars fell prey to the mobs.
          We had prayed for a Jeep. Christian friends and supporters had made it possible for us to buy a used one and there it sat, secure inside the mission compound walls.
          Our furlough was due. How we longed to make one more trip 250 miles north of Hyderabad City to Adilabad where we had spent ten years in the villages of that forest area. We had no fear for our lives. Could we trust God to take care of the jeep? Would He get us through all those villages along the way without harm? We prayed for direction. If the mobs should stop us and destroy our jeep, we'd be stranded miles from nowhere because the government buses and trains weren't running either.
          Then God reminded us those boys had to take time out to sleep! Schools were closed so the boys had all day for their fun. How about a midnight adventure? It sounded like something really exciting to our children. Mom and Dad thought it was exciting, too. We knew it would be thrilling to watch God work.
          All the gas stations would be closed! We would have to carry extra gas with us. The jeep station wagon was ten years old. Dad was not a mechanic. The tires were new, but we had picked up ox shoes with our tires on other trips so it could happen this time, too! During the day, normally there are other cars and trucks on the road to offer help in times of trouble, God said, PROVE ME!
          We packed out jeep in the afternoon. Bedtime was six o'clock that night and the alarm was set for midnight. At midnight we talked to the Lord, got into the jeep and headed north!! We had forgotten the added blessing of having the road to ourselves. The goats, sheep, water buffalo, and oxen were all asleep, too!
          We arrived in Adilabad at dawn and were greeted by surprised and happy Christians. We enjoyed a blessed day of fellowship that was made even richer by the proof of God's promises are trustworthy.
          And the Lord, he it is that doth go before thee; he will be with thee, he will be with thee, he will not fail thee, neither forsake thee; fear not, neither be dismayed? (Deut. 31:8)


(written by Dorothy Rust, first published by RBP in Conquest paper 12-14-1980)
 
Rust Family on Vacation - in Kodai - 1965: Milt & Dot, Jonny, Timmy, Ruthie & MaryJaneRust Family on Vacation - in Kodai - 1965: Milt & Dot, Jonny, Timmy, Ruthie & MaryJane
 
Kilian Family 1960 Cowlesville, NY - Bill & Ilah, Roger, Ron, Ross, Eileen, Rodney and MarilynKilian Family 1960 Cowlesville, NY - Bill & Ilah, Roger, Ron, Ross, Eileen, Rodney and Marilyn

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