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 Read about two news items below: 1) LAMP mission trip 2) The Never-Children Are His Always Children

LAMP MISSION TRIP NEWS

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  Braydan Pastucha, godson and nephew of Pastor Jan and Jeanine, is helping lead a mission trip with LAMP to Gin g olx, a northern community in BC. This mission includes building a relationship with the community, hosting a 1-week VBS each summer, and a variety of evening community events during the same week for at least five years. They are hoping to raise $5000/year for supplies to support the mission. Braydan also asks that King of Kings to join in prayer for the team as they embark on this mission July 12-21.  If you are interested in donating, there are two methods:  Cheques made out to Trinity Lutheran Church - Richmond, with “LAMP Donation” written in the memo line and mailed to 7100 Granville Ave, Richmond, BC V6Y 1N8 E-transfer to lamptrip@tlc-lcc.ca , please include in the message “LAMP Donation”, along with your full name, address, and email. All donations above $20 made by these methods will receive tax-deductible charitable donation receipts mailed out at the end of year.

The Never-Children Are His Always Children

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  The Never-Children Are His Always Children 07/02/24 One still-born baby is one baby too much for a mother. Their unrealized futures, like the Northern Lights, forever a wonder, forever beyond reach. The mother carries the child around in her mind, never abandoning the baby. Yet there is a blank space. Where is the child crying for her, looking up at her? There is only  putu , as the Inuits say, a hole. There is weeping. The earned sorrow of it. Grief sifting through mother-life and father-life. Still-born babies are never-children.  “And so, the Lord God formed man of the dust of the earth, and breathed into his face the breath of life, and man was made into a living soul” (Gen. 2:7,  trans. mine ). Our children come from the earth. From out of the earth. We don’t need to frack, God will dig them up. Every whittled cell, all the flaky platelets, and each carved limb is in his imagination before he speaks and his words dredge children into existence. But many children are born wearing