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An update to the Staurolite foundation

24 Apr 2017

They say a picture is worth a 1000 words, so here are a few that will hopefully illustrate the work of the Staurolite foundation the last half of 2016 and the beginning of 2017. We covet your prayers as we

Real Mission work

10 Feb 2017

Yesterday we were privileged to go out with our friends and participate in training local “baby” Chris!$t!@ns in how to share the word. When we completed the training we shared a meal and then after a time of talking with

And we are off..

04 Feb 2017

Well today is the day. We head out this morning to begin the journey of almost 28 hours to India. If we could find a tv, and then if we could get the game, we could watch the Super Bowl

Nothing is as Good as it seems & Nothing is as bad as it seems

29 Jan 2017

Let me start with an apology of sorts, maybe an excuse or an explanation… I have been neglectful in meeting my own self imposed standards of posting to this page. And, while I am at, don’t expect it to get

Outdoor activities

01 Dec 2016

We are hip deep in elk hunts for wounded military service men in New Mexico while the staff of the New Hope school in Kolkata is also engaged in outdoor activities.

There is something about being out of doors that

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Sayan Mirdha

Hello, my name is Sayan Mirdha .I live in Udeanpally village with my parents. My father is a daily labour, my mom is a house wife.   I have one brother. My father had no priviledge to go to school.My father dose not want us to be like him. He want us to study well. When my parents met Aunty(school principal) and talk with her,then they came to know this School is perfect for me .I come to School every day and I love this School very much. I learn lot of things. I also came to know who is Jesus .I love to sing Jesus song, listen Jesus story. My Teachers love me very much. I want to became a Teacher. Pray for me and my parent, so they may know Jesus Christ.

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Well it is September. The mountains have had an autumn feel  for a couple of weeks. The elk are beginning to bugle and gather their harems. The first two American heroes wounded in service to our country are preparing to arrive for a bow hunt September 14..

We all covet your prayers as we are Blessed to spend September 14 through the 24th with two American heroes. This is the first bow hunt for elk of the Staurolite foundation and I must say, I am quite excited. The down side, all the real elk hunters and real bow hunters are off hunting and these guys are stuck with me guiding. Oh well, an amateur was tied for the lead in the British Open and forced a playoff over much more experienced golfers. We can and will have a Blessed time, but we are dependent upon your prayers. Please pray that the Good Lord’s purposes will be accomplished in Dave and Josh as they spend their time here in the mountains. Also, please pray for Scott, Vickie, Cheryl and I as we provide support, cook, and chase around hunting for elk,. Prayers that we have energy and most important that the Good Lord’s purposes are accomplished in us as well as through us. And pray for those others here in the Moreno Valley who will show up and help out even as we need the assistance.

It seems every time I go on mission I am reminded by someone, last time it was a guy named Mark at Free Set – a mission dedicated to rescuing women from the sex industry in Kolkata. A couple of years ago it was Helmut – a 70 year old retired German protestant minister who spends 6 months a year in Prem Dan, one of the Sisters of Charity homes in Kolkata. Prior to that it was Steve, a cowboy type pastor in Texas. I am reminded that we go on mission for what God can teach us. Each of these men clearly state that we can make no difference in our mission. However, God can make a huge difference through us if we just show up. And show up we will!!

Stay tuned for stories of faith like 2 of our hunters last year who on the last day asked, “Why did the Lord save me?” Or a past hunter, 2 years past, who called a month ago and said the week of the hunt truly changed his life. The really cool part, none of those guys harvested an elk. It is our goal to harvest elk, but it is not our purpose.

Thanks for your prayer support, mike

I also pray that you will understand the incredible greatness of God’s power for us who believe Him. This is the same mighty power that raised Christ from the dead and seated Him in the place of honor at God’s right hand. Eph 1:19-20 NLT

I pray that from his glorious, unlimited resources he will empower you with inner strength through his Spirit. Eph 3:16 NLT

And pray for me/us too. Ask God to give me the right words so I can boldly explain God’s mysterious plan that the Good News is for Jews and Gentiles alike. Eph 6:19 NLT

And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds. Heb 10:24 NIV


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The Good Lord has laid out a path for all our lives. He has planned good deeds for us long before we were born. Even as we gear up for the fall elk hunts for wounded military service men and women, the work of the New Hope school continues. Please read the story of Ganga and how the New Hope is impacting her life.


Hi, my name is Ganga, I love my family, my papa work hard for our daily needs, my mom does not work any were, I love my School and every Saturday there is no school but Sunday to Friday I go to School. Our School Chappell time and Sunday School is very fun time for me .Every Sunday I take my friends to school. From Sunday school and School I came to know about Jesus. HE is our saver. What I learn in school ,I teach to my papa and mom .I know HE is my saver so I wish that one day my parent would  know about  HIM. I Thank  GOD for our school in our village. (I LOVE MY TEACHERS).

Let me encourage you to follow Ganga’s example and reach out to those around you sharing the love of Jesus.

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Himale Sana

Hello, my name is Himale Sana. My father is construction labour. I love my parent very much. I wanted to read in a English medium school. Thanks to God that, in our village we have one English medium School (New Hope Mission School), I love to go to School. I learned lot of things in my School. Our Teachers teach us , how to talk with others, love one another ,help each other and the most important thing that I know who is Jesus. My dream is to be a police officer.

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Jeet Mondal

Hello, I amJjeet mondal, I live in udenpally village with my parents. My father is a daily labour but   doesnot get regular Job ,because of illness. He gets works hardly 15 days in a month. My younger sister and my elder bother live in a tiny house with my parents. I love my school and the teacher. I must tell that this is the world best school. I learn lot of things, I love to listen Jesus miracle stories. I have a dream to become a police officer, I know that Jesus will fullfill my dreams.Pray for my father sickness,so that he may healthy and get job everyday.

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We live in the greatest country in the world – oops pardon, we live in the greatest Independent country in the world. We enjoy Independence because of the selfless sacrifice and dedication of so many great public servants. Thank you to the men and women who serve and have served in the military and our public school teachers. The military men and women provide the protective barrier and the public school system is the foundation for a democratic republic.

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Introductory Note. I copied the below from a friend’s post on Facebook- Unless you’re already well acquainted with our “national anthem,” this interesting piece by the late Isaac Asimov will be an eye-opener. 

I have a weakness–I am crazy, absolutely nuts, about our national anthem.

The words are difficult and the tune is almost impossible, but frequently when I’m taking a shower I sing it with as much power and emotion as I can. It shakes me up every time.

I was once asked to speak at a luncheon. Taking my life in my hands, I announced I was going to sing our national anthem–all four stanzas.

This was greeted with loud groans. One man closed the door to the kitchen, where the noise of dishes and cutlery was loud and distracting. “Thanks, Herb,” I said.

“That’s all right,” he said. “It was at the request of the kitchen staff.”

I explained the background of the anthem and then sang all four stanzas.

Let me tell you, those people had never heard it before–or had never really listened. I got a standing ovation. But it was not me; it was the anthem.

More recently, while conducting a seminar, I told my students the story of the anthem and sang all four stanzas. Again there was a wild ovation and prolonged applause. And again, it was the anthem and not me.

So now let me tell you how it came to be written.

In 1812, the United States went to war with Great Britain, primarily over freedom of the seas. We were in the right. For two years, we held off the British, even though we were still a rather weak country. Great Britain was in a life and death struggle with Napoleon. In fact, just as the United States declared war, Napoleon marched off to invade Russia. If he won, as everyone expected, he would control Europe, and Great Britain would be isolated. It was no time for her to be involved in an American war.

At first, our seamen proved better than the British. After we won a battle on Lake Erie in 1813, the American commander, Oliver Hazard Perry, sent the message “We have met the enemy and they are ours.” However, the weight of the British navy beat down our ships eventually. New England, hard-hit by a tightening blockade, threatened secession.

Meanwhile, Napoleon was beaten in Russia and in 1814 was forced to abdicate. Great Britain now turned its attention to the United States, launching a three-pronged attack. The northern prong was to come down Lake Champlain toward New York and seize parts of New England. The southern prong was to go up the Mississippi, take New Orleans and paralyze the west. The central prong was to head for the mid-Atlantic states and then attack Baltimore, the greatest port south of New York. If Baltimore was taken, the nation, which still hugged the Atlantic  coast, could be split in two. The fate of the United States, then, rested to a large extent on the success or failure of the central prong.

The British reached the American coast, and on August 24, 1814, took Washington, D. C. Then they moved up the Chesapeake Bay toward Baltimore. On September 12, they arrived and found 1000 men in Fort McHenry, whose guns controlled the harbor. If the British wished to take Baltimore, they would have to take the fort.

On one of the British ships was an aged physician, William Beanes, who had been arrested in Maryland and brought along as a prisoner. Francis Scott Key, a lawyer and friend of the physician, had come to the ship to negotiate his release. The British captain was willing, but the two Americans would have to wait. It was now the night of September 13, and the bombardment of Fort McHenry was about to start.

As twilight deepened, Key and Beanes saw the American flag flying over Fort McHenry. Through the night, they heard bombs bursting and saw the red glare of rockets. They knew the fort was resisting and the American flag was still flying. But toward morning the bombardment ceased, and a dread silence fell. Either Fort McHenry had surrendered and the British flag flew above it, or the bombardment had failed and the American flag still flew.

As dawn began to brighten the eastern sky, Key and Beanes stared out at the fort, trying to see which flag flew over it. He and the physician must have asked each other over and over, “Can you see the flag?”

After it was all finished, Key wrote a four stanza poem telling the events of the night. Called “The Defence of Fort M’Henry,” it was published in newspapers and swept the nation. Someone noted that the words fit an old English tune called “To Anacreon in Heaven” –a difficult melody with an uncomfortably large vocal range. For obvious reasons, Key’s work became known as “The Star Spangled Banner,” and in 1931 Congress declared it the official anthem of the United States.

Now that you know the story, here are the words. Presumably, the old doctor is speaking. This is what he asks Key

Oh! say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light, W hat so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?  Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,  O’er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?

And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air,  Gave proof thro’ the night that our flag was still there. Oh! say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave,  O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

“Ramparts,” in case you don’t know, are the protective walls or other elevations that surround a fort. The first stanza asks a question. The second gives an answer

On the shore, dimly seen thro’ the mist of the deep,  Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,  What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep. As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?

Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,  In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream  ‘Tis the star-spangled banner. Oh! long may it wave  O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!


“The towering steep” is again, the ramparts. The bombardment has failed, and the British can do nothing more but sail away, their mission a failure.

In the third stanza, I feel Key allows himself to gloat over the American triumph. In the aftermath of the bombardment, Key probably was in no mood to act otherwise.

During World War II, when the British were our staunchest allies, this third stanza was not sung. However, I know it, so here it is

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore  That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion  A home and a country should leave us no more?  Their blood has washed out their foul footstep’s pollution.

No refuge could save the hireling and slave  From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave,  And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave  O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.


The fourth stanza, a pious hope for the future, should be sung more slowly than the other three and with even deeper feeling.

Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand   Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation,  Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the Heav’n – rescued land  Praise the Pow’r that hath made and preserved us a nation.

Then conquer we must, for our cause is just,  And this be our motto–“In God is our trust.”  And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave  O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

I hope you will look at the national anthem with new eyes. Listen to it, the next time you have a chance, with new ears.

And don’t let them ever take it away.

–Isaac Asimov,  March 1991


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As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord. – Joshua 24:15

The verse above has been engraved on a rock outside our front door for many years. We are on the second rock, the first one broke in the move before last. We have not changed our beliefs nor have we changed our allegiance – we just got a new rock. I saw the rock with the verse at a flea market, although most folks I know would call Canton’s First Monday trade days more than a flea market. I saw the rock with the verse and knew I needed it at my front door. I needed it for a couple of reasons. I needed it to remind me of who I was and what I purposed to be. And I needed it so that any who entered my house would know what we were about at our house.

The rock is placed there on purpose. It is not for show. It is to remind me and all that enter that we have a standard to live to every day. If you come as a friend, then it should both challenge you and encourage you. If you come as a visitor and you see the rock, then it gives you permission to hold me and my family accountable. And hopefully, if you come not knowing Jesus, it gives you a pause to ask me about the rock and the verse.

As leaders we have to know what we believe. And our actions must live out those beliefs. My friend Ralph and I were discussing various sermons and styles of preaching. We were in complete agreement that every sermon should end with an altar call. For those of you who may not have grown up in the Baptist church, an altar call is what Robert’s Rules of order would state as “calling the question”. An altar call is giving the folks in attendance an opportunity to ask Jesus to be their Lord and Saviour. It is also serving the same function as to call the question – which is a motion to end the discussion and make a decision.

I have not suffered persecution for my beliefs. Oh sure, I have been threatened. I have had folks show up at my house more than once with the purpose and intent of whipping my tail end. I have had my cars vandalized. I have had powerful people threaten to ruin me. I have had cars in my drive late at night with the purpose of intimidating me. I have had folks in public meetings threaten to have me fired. I have been forced to leave more than one job because of my beliefs. I have been harassed at church, yes you read it right, I have been harassed at a Baptist church in Texas for my actions – actions which I believe reflected my belief in Jesus the Christ and His teachings. But I have never really been persecuted.

I have been privileged to go to India and serve on a mission team for the past 4 years and the Good Lord willing I will go again. Our purpose is to serve and to introduce the folks we met to Christ, to represent Him. The Staurolite foundation sprung up as a result of the Good Lord’s leading during and after the first trip to India. The Staurolite foundation provides support for the New Hope school. A school located in a slum on the outskirts of Kolkata, India. During one of our times in India, we visited a house in a slum where children gathered for bible study a couple of times a week. By house, I mean a dwelling about 12 foot by 12 foot. The house had a bed/couch, one light, and a fan; it was home to a family. Most importantly in that country, where Christians are truly persecuted, there by the front door was a cross imbedded in the wall; yes that is the picture above. While I have a rock by my door – these folks imbedded a symbol of their faith in the wall by the door.

Now these folks, they are likely to suffer persecution. They were the only Christians in their neighborhood. They live in a place where Christians are persecuted, and if what I read in the press is accurate with the new leadership of the country, Christians will be persecuted even more strongly in the future than in the past. I know when we are in India we have to be very careful what we say. I am continually reminded to speak in guarded terms. For example, a baptism is called a swimming event, we talk to the CEO instead of praying, and we talk of the Father instead of Jesus or God. But these folks, with strength and courage, and fully counting the cost, posted the cross representing Jesus by their door.

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I have been writing thoughts on leadership in another blog for a while now. I has truly been my pleasure. I intend to continue. I would be remiss in not following my own critique of others by stating we should always and clearly state our beliefs. State clearly whose we are and what we are about.

So, let me put down for the record. I am a follower of Jesus the Christ. He has brought me to where I am. All I have and all I am is due to Him. If you are interested, I would be glad to introduce you to Him. Will knowing Jesus make your life easier? – probably not. Will it make you richer? – probably not. Will it give you assurance that it will all work out in the end? – without a doubt YES.

Let me challenge you to take some time and decide who you are, what you believe, and what you will be about. Then, get about living and act purposefully,


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Salvation – there is no secret formula for salvation, below is one of many path ways. However, there is only one way to salvation and that is through Jesus Christ. You must agree that;

1) All have sinned –  for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, (Romans 3:23 NASB)

2) The wages of sin is death    For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord. (Romans 6:23 NASB)

3) God offers the gift of eternal life because of the death of Jesus Christ     For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord. (Romans 6:23 NASB)

4) Once we receive Him our debt is forgiven     Therefore there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus. (Romans 8:1 NASB) 5) The way to receive Christ is to ask for     “Whoever will call on the name of the Lord will be saved.” (Romans 10:13 NASB) that if you confess with your mouth Jesus as Lord, and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you will be saved; for with the heart a person believes, resulting in righteousness, and with the mouth he confesses, resulting in salvation. (Romans 10:9, 10 NASB) Prayer – there is no perfect wording that is required for salvation. All that is required is as it says in Rom. 10:9-10, that you confess with your mouth that you are a sinner, believe in your heart, and your belief will result in righteousness.

“Jesus, I believe/agree that You are the son of God. You came to earth to save me from my sins and give me eternal life. I ask you to come into my heart and life and forgive me for my sins.”    Another Prayer Dear Lord Jesus, I know that I m a sinner. I do believe You died for me. And the best I know how I do trust You as my Saviour. I depend on You from this minute on for my salvation.

Cowboy Logic: “ Sitting in a church makes you a Christian about as much as sitting in a hen house makes you a chicken.”

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Biswajit Mondal

Hi, I am Biswajit Mondal. I am 13 years old. Read is KG. I live with my mom in a hut. My mother is a Construction labor. I have lost my Father. I had no chance to learn English ,thank to New Hope School . They found me and allow me to pursue my study.  I had no hope in my life but ,now I want to be a doctor. I want to serve poor people. I like drawing. I like to eat chicken, which is very rare for me. I like to play foot ball.

This school taught me how to pray and to whom to pray. I believe Jesus will listen my prayer and take away all my burden.

If you are interested in supporting the work of the Staurolite foundation in educating children like Biswajit you can donate through our website. There are no paid staff of the Staurolite foundation, all donations go to support the projects of the foundation.

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Jharana Mondal

Hello I am Jharana Mondal aged about 15 years. I live in Udayn pally slum. My mother is a maid servant and my father is a labor. I study is KG (kindergarten) . I had no money to come to school ,but our School teachers gave opportunity to come to this school. The teachers are very good . They love me very much. I do not want to be like my mother . I like song. I want to work in a office. I am learning many things.

Before I came to school ,I did not know about Jesus Christ but now I am learning Lord’s prayer as well as 10 commandments. I am learning all Christian songs.

Pray I may know more about Jesus Christ.

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Rumpa Mondal

Hi, my name is Rumpa mondal .I live in Udeanpally village with my parents . My father is a daily labour, where as my mom is a house maid. They go early in the morning and came back at the evening. I have two brothers and one sister. Because of poverty ,my parents were not sending me to school .when my parents meet Aunty and talk with her they came to know this School is perfect for me .I come to School every day and I love this School very much. I learn lot of things. I also came to know who is Jesus .I love to sing Jesus song, listen Jesus story. My Teachers love me very much. so I want to became a Teacher. Pray for me and my parent, so they may know Jesus Christ.

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