Jim and Judy have been with Wycliffe since 1984. They have served in aviation maintenance/management, motorcycle, and 4X4 training, recruitment, and facilities maintenance in multiple locations in the US and Africa. They currently work with America's Area, North Region, Scripture Access services team. They are a mobile USA team using the internet and face to face encounters with churches, ministries, Native American communities, Diaspora communities, refugee aid organizations, and individuals, introducing them to www.scriptureearth.org. Through this website, those who did not grow up speaking English can access the Bible and other Scripture resources in the language they understand best. Would you consider becoming a part of their Wycliffe ministry partnership team? You can join their prayer or financial team by clicking on https://www.wycliffe.org/partner/JimandJudyMcCabe
Today through Thursday, Judy and I will be at a Missionary Retreat Center, Eden Ridge, going through a Real-Life Relationships workbook we received at the ICOM missions conference last week. As most of you know we have been traveling for a year promoting ScriptureEarth.org. We love it, but being together 99.9% of the time has put some strain on our relationship as a couple. The foundation of love is still there, but it needed some “shoring up”. So, please pray for us as we go through the workbook. After 40 years of marriage, it was time!
Thanks for praying for my Dads, “Celebration of Life” service, it went very well. All the right people showed up. Not a big crowd, maybe 30 people. It was a celebration! The stories I shared were mostly funny but informative as well. They got to know my dad, Marvin a little better. It’s truly a joy to understand the gifts of Life and Death from God’s point of view. It’s so cool, that for a lover of God and follower of Jesus, death is just a temporary separation, nothing to fear, everything to rejoice in. The church where it was held was fantastic. Because my dad was a member of that church and had been attending there (whenever in town) for something like 75 years they gave us a great facility to use, all set up, a wonderful pastor to lead it, printed bulletins, music, video projection and capping it off a great meal for everyone who came. Central Community Church of Wichita is an excellent church.
Doctors said he needed to be put on Hospice. We did so and he probably got to within an hour or so of death, then perked up, asked for a drink and lived another 4 plus years.
The life and times of Marvin McCabe
Born a twin in Wichita, Ks, Sept 7, 1919, to James O McCabe and Grace M Swanson. They were placed in a shoebox and kept near the wood stove hoping at least one would survive. His twin did not survive that day. Growing up in central Wichita, Marvin had an active and adventurous youth. He also retold stories of visiting the countryside and staying at his aunts and uncles farms. He learned how to catch, kill, pluck and prep chickens for meals. One of these adventures included taking a live chicken to the barn rooftop, twisting its head off and seeing if chickens could still fly headless. After they worked hard in the fields, he and his cousins would cool off in the horse water tanks at the end of the day.
When Marvin was a young teen one of his uncles introduced him to the president of Friends University. The president was impressed with him and encouraging him to study hard and one day he could attend Friends University. Marvin being the resourceful young man he was, asked his new friend for a loan to help him start a paper route so he could save for college. The president took him up on it and gave him a loan.
Impetuous as teens can be, Marvin had collected enough money to buy an old junker car. For some reason, he decided he could get a better deal on a car down south. So he and a friend hopped a freight train down to Texas. He found an old car that ran, bought it and attempted to drive it back to Kansas. They didn’t make it all the way back to Wichita. The car broke down; they abandon it on the side of the road and hitchhiked back to Wichita.
One day in high school he wanted to see a football game but didn’t want to pay admission, so he and a friend climbed a rain gutter to the top of the announcer booth. By his recollection, it was three stories high. Once on top of the booth, a security guard saw them, yelled and they both shimmied down the rain gutter as fast as they could.
His father, whose main trade was a carpenter, sometimes drove an old Indian Motorcycle with a sidecar in the shape of a medicine bottle. At times Marvin rode with his father as he delivered prescriptions to pharmacy customers.
Near the end of high school, Marvin met his first wife Ruth M Nibarger. They fell in love and married young. Shortly after marriage, they decided to move to California. They didn’t have enough money for both of them to take the bus, so after Marvin put Ruth on a bus, he hopped another freight train; being very careful to avoid the train security people. They worked odd jobs along the coast from San Diego to San Francisco. At one point after WWII had started Marvin felt the call of duty to go to war. He wanted to enlist from his home town. So they traveled back to Wichita where Marvin enlisted in the Navy. He was sent to Boston and Ruth followed shortly thereafter where she got a job in the shipyards. Marvin learned the trades of sheet metal and boilermaker. He was assigned to a Navy Repair ship and spent most of his time in the Pacific. When the war ended he was released in San Francisco where Ruth met him.
After he finished his service, they moved to Redondo Beach, CA. There he held two jobs mostly in the aviation industry doing sheet metal. In 1951 he built a two-bedroom house in Torrance, CA. Up to this point they had not been able to get pregnant, so they adopted a little girl, Grace. After that, in 1953 Timothy Edward (Michael) was born followed two years later, in 1955 by their youngest, James LeRoy.
About 1960 the two-bedroom home he had built was getting a little small, so he added a master bedroom and another full bath. He had also settled into a good job with a TRW spacecraft company where he built sheet metal components for all kinds of spacecraft. The one I remember best is the Pioneer and Voyager programs.https://ethw.org/Pioneer_and_Voyager_Missions It was a series of unmanned space missions that were designed for planetary exploration. There were a number of such missions in the program, but the most notable were Pioneer 10 and Pioneer 11, which explored the outer planets and left the solar system. Pioneer 10 and Pioneer 11 carry a golden plaque, depicting a man and a woman and information about the origin and the creators of the probes, should any extraterrestrials find them someday. About two years ago Pioneer 10 became the first man-made object that has ever exited our solar system and Marvin had a part in it.
Some of my (Jim’s) earliest family memories were of camping trips. We went to the mountains, deserts, beaches and lots of state and national parks. We sometimes camped on our trips to and from Wichita. But that was often in truck stops and parking lots. I was the youngest and my dad and I did a lot of things together. He taught me bicycling, skateboarding, fishing, hiking and backpacking. He provided training for me to learn rock climbing, mountaineering, surfing, and automotive mechanics. He helped me get equipped for off-road motorcycling, he taught me how to drive and we went 4X4 exploring together. I learned the enjoyment of hard work and the satisfaction of a job well done from him. He provided me with electric appliances and mechanical equipment to take apart and try to figure out how they worked. Our family car, a 1964 Ford Galaxy wasn’t running as well, so he let me attempt to do a top-end overhaul at the age of 14. (It didn’t work out, but he was proud I tried.) He encouraged me to try many adventurous things. Some of his sayings at the time were, “Its better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick”, or “Its better than a kick in the face with a frozen boot”, “We’re off like a herd of turtles”, “Clear as mud”, Then there was something about a one-legged duck and a one-armed paper hanger. Marvin was proud of his Scottish heritage. He was extremely conservative about matters involving his money. Often leading others to believe he didn’t have any or was perhaps overly thrifty. When I was in my teens, he made a decision to trust Jesus as his Savior. When I was 18 years old, freshly graduated from high school and they were 55, they decided to sell the California home and move back to Kansas. At that time I couldn’t leave my beloved ocean and surfing, so they moved back without any kids. They bought 25 acres of undeveloped land near Longton, KS. On and off over the next few years, my brother and I helped them make it livable. It was 1974 when they moved to Kansas and 1983 when my mom Ruth died on the farm of a heart attack.
Marvin was heartbroken and for about a year and just kept busy. Slowly lady friends started to come back into his life and a few years later a special lady whom he was extra interested in was just ignoring him. This made him try even harder to get her approval. Eventually, he won her heart and Wilma Fisk fell in love with him. They were married on April 11, 1988. They decided to sell the farm in 1994 and moved into Wilma’s Wichita home on Maple Street.
They traveled liberally in Kansas and made a few trips to California and North Carolina. Marvin really enjoyed getting into his car at least twice a day, often more. He’d go get the newspaper, get a car wash, and get some coffee, whatever excuse that came to mind. Wilma enjoyed some of these trips. He walked a lot, ate well and took shoeboxes full of vitamins and supplements. He was generally a very healthy man, often telling me he had never experienced a headache.
In 1999 Wilma slipped on some ice, broke her ankle, hit her head and permanently lost her equilibrium. Marvin became her full-time caregiver. It was a tough time for them both. They adapted as they always do and life carried on. Their travel slowly became less and less and one day in May 2015 invincible Marvin, met his match at a stop sign (which he didn’t see) and their car was T-boned. His car was totaled; both he and Wilma were badly bruised, but no bones were broken. In the nine months following he slowly lost his health until the Doctors said he needed to be put on Hospice. We did so and he probably got to within an hour or so of death, then perked up, asked for a drink and lived another 4 plus years.
He finally got to go home to heaven on November 6th, 2019. He is survived by his two sons Michael and Jim, Jim’s wife Judy, 3 grandchildren and 3 great-grandchildren.
We are at the Refugee Highway Roundtable Conference in Toronto, Canada. https://www.rhpna.com/ We are networking with a lot of people who work with or want to work with refugees. We are presenting the valuable tool ScriptureEarth.org. It is having excellent results. People are getting excited at the prospect of giving the gift of God’s Word, the Bible to people who desperately need it, in their heart language or the language they understand best. These are long days for us, pray for our strength, endurance, (sore feet) and that we communicate well. People are accessing God’s Word!
Did You Know?
Refugee ref·u·gee /ˌrefyo͝oˈjē/ a person who has been forced to leave their country in order to escape war, persecution, or natural disaster.
Immigrant /ˈiməɡrənt/ – a person who has settled permanently in another country. Immigrants choose to move, whereas refugees are forced to flee.
There are documented refugees who wait in camps on average 10.3 years. Some just a few months and some as long as 55 years.
There are the undocumented refugees who may be en route for years and finally in desperation slip into a country without any official status.
There are asylum seekers who cross international borders without proper documentation but in fear for their lives and plead with the new country to let them stay.
Until a determination is made, it is impossible to say, whether the asylum-seeker is a refugee or not.
Many different termsare used to describe refugees and immigrants, some with particular legal meanings, some with offensive associations. Using terms properly is an important way of treating people with respect and advancing an informed debate on the issues.
While we are doing definitions here’s one more. Diaspora [dī-ˈa-sp(ə-)rə] when written with a capital “D” refers to the Jewish nation that was forced to scatter around the world. But when diaspora is written with a small “d” it refers to any people who identify with a “homeland” but live outside of it, regardless of the reason.
Thanks for praying for us, the people and ministeries we are talking with and the refugees we all want to help.
As you know we travel a lot promoting the website ScriptureEarth.org. Below is an updated travel schedule. Pray for us as you think of us:
*That God provides the RV setup He has planned for us, sooner than later. *Health, *Stamina, *That we follow Gods leading, *That we trust God for all our provisions, *Our kid’s spiritual growth in God, *Our newest grandchild to be – Josh and Ani’s first, *All our transportation works out properly, *That we get more scheduled events and meetings, (Contact us if you’d like us to visit someone) *That we get some video and audio clips made soon, Thanks for praying!
Next trips: Oct 16-22: Drive out to San Diego area, Our 1st sending church campout, Then Judy’s dad’s 89th Birthday Party, and always Scripture Earth promotion work with organizations in San Diego. Oct 22-26: Fly to Toronto, Canada for Refugee Highway Roundtable Conference Oct 27- Nov 2: Return and continue scripture Earth promotion work with churches and organizations in San Diego.
Nov 3 – 10: Be home in Tucson Nov 11- Mid Dec: On the road, Albuquerque, Wichita, attend Conference in Kansas City, MO. International Conference on Missions. St Louis, Metropolis, Hickory, Atlanta, Memphis, Oklahoma City, Dallas, Houston, etc. (Exact details still being planned.)
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As you know we travel a lot promoting the website ScriptureEarth.org. Below is a current travel schedule. Pray for us as you think of us:
*Health, *Stamina, *That we follow Gods leading, *That we trust God for all our provisions, *Our kid’s growth in God, *Our newest grandchild to be – Josh and Ani’s first, *All our transportation works out properly, *That we get more scheduled events and meetings, *That we get a video and audio clip made, *That God provides the RV setup He has planned for us, sooner than later. Thanks for praying!
Next trips: Oct 16-22: Drive out to San Diego area, Our 1st sending church campout, Then Judy’s dad’s 89th Birthday Party, and always Scripture Earth promotion work with organizations in San Diego. Oct 22-26: Fly to Toronto, Canada for Refugee Highway Roundtable Conference Oct 27- Nov 3: Return and continue scripture Earth promotion work with churches and organizations in San Diego. Nov 13- 16: Jim. Flys to and attend Conference in Kansas City, MO. International Conference on Missions. (Exact details still being planned.)
We will be “On the Road Again” from Sept 4 – 20. We are heading east from Tucson, AZ Sept 4 and will be in and around Wichita, KS, Oklahoma City, Tulsa, and parts west until we return to Tucson Sept 20. We’d love to visit with you and show you the remarkable website ScriptureEarth.org. We are wanting to show this amazing website to Churches, Christian Schools, Native American Communities, Refugee Assistance Organizations, Individuals and Christian Media.
What it is? ScriptureEarth.org is the easiest and most complete website for accessing the Bible and Scripture resources in thousands of languages. Through text, audio, video, and sign, Scripture Earth provides access to Scripture resources from the best Bible translation and Scripture distribution organizations, such as YouVersion, Wycliffe, CRU, Faith Comes by Hearing/Hosanna, SIL and many more. The site works with dozens of organizations to provide Bible access to the languages of the world from a single internet website.
Why it is important? Many people have moved from their home countries, some freely and others by force, requiring a change to a new language. For most their first language is a significant part of their identity. It is the language that speaks to their heart’s deepest questions about life and God. 20% of the U.S. residents speak a language other than English at home; about 65 million people. The USA is now the 3rd largest country of “Unreached People Groups”. ScriptureEarth.org. can be a bridge to restoration, hope, and access to God’s Word and knowing Jesus in a language and form they clearly understand.
How to use it? Giving access to God’s Word will happen as each of us promote ScriptureEarth.org to our churches and contacts.
We all canbookmark it on our smartphones, place the website on our email, Facebook, blog posts, Twitter, and our personal and organizational publications. Please like the pages you open on Scripture Earth and share with others. I think God made the internet to provide Scripture Access to the world.
In your church: Ask your leadership to place the website address on a Sunday morning information slide or bulletin each Sunday. Then each Sunday make a ten-second announcement, something like, “If you grew up speaking a language other than English, go to ScriptureEarth.org and hopefully you will find a Bible or Scripture resources in your language.”
In Your Community: Start a conversation. An example: The man behind the counter had an African accent. I commented that I had worked in Africa and asked what country he was from. He said Zambia. I showed him the ScriptureEarth.org website on my phone and I entered Zambia under country. When the languages came up, I asked which of the 35 languages he spoke. With a big smile, he showed me his language. I clicked it and showed him all the Bible and other resources available. He was visibly excited! I handed him a ScriptureEarth card. He was very appreciative and said he would look at it later. Because it is “His” language, he will pass it on to family and friends back home.
This tool works even without us. Most migrants and refugees today are well connected to the internet. They stay connected to their home county via the internet and social media. It’s just natural for them to share this exciting internet resource that is home to their language. Even if they are not in a relationship with Jesus they will read, listen, and watch the videos, simply because it’s in their language. Someone honored their language
The Goal: To inform the world about this resource starting with North America. We are promoting this site to Churches, Christian schools, universities, Native American Communities, Refugee ministries, and Christian media. Together we can provide Scripture access to the world!
Let me know if you have time to visit or have an idea of who we could visit…
What is that blinking oblong circle across my vision? I blinked but it didn’t go away. I looked at my hand and it was covering it, but I could see through it. It had a saw-toothed edge that blinked bright rainbow colors. I covered my right eye and then my left and it was still there. It felt like it was in my eye not something on the surface. Jim and I were sitting in our truck near a lake looking at places to stay after this lake. I laid the seat back and closed my eyes. It was still there but the size of the oblong circle had grown, and it was beginning to fade. By 15 minutes it was gone. It looked like a combination of these images.
We went back to the RV and I made lunch. I felt a little bit nauseous, tired, and a slight headache in the back of my head and forehead. As we finished lunch, I saw it again while looking at the floor. It wasn’t as bright but in the same place, the left lower quadrant of my vision and lasted 13 minutes. We prayed, Lord should we go to the ER? Is this serious? Is this the onset of a stroke or a seizure? I’d never had this happen.
We decided to go. The hospital in Martinsville was about 30 minutes away down the windy country roads. My anxiety was high, but I still felt a peace that God was in control.
When things are out of my control they are in God’s control.
I explained my symptoms to the triage nurse, she tagged me and led me into the ER area and room 18. A nurse came in and asked the same questions which I answered, then the ER doctor followed. He did some tests to determine if I’d had a stroke. Squeeze my fingers, touch my nose, lift your arm, follow my finger, etc. He left and I heard over the loudspeaker, “We have a possible stroke in room 18”. That’s me! Oh, no! Immediately several nurses entered the room. They moved at lightning speed. One put in an IV and took blood, and gave me IV fluids. Then another person did an EKG, CT scan and chest x-ray. They wanted to do an MRI but they don’t work on Saturdays.
All the tests came back negative for stroke, thank you Jesus, but the doctor wanted me to stay the night for observations and do the MRI on Sunday. So, I was admitted, and God blessed me with not one but two Christian nurse/PA’s. Their care was paramount to my feeling peaceful through this incident. In fact, the PA ended up having a mutual friend in Wycliffe whom we had a part in recruiting to work in Cameroon. What a blessing!
Sunday morning the PA apologized and said they didn’t have someone to do the MRI so I’d have to return on Monday, so they released me. We returned Monday to find out we’d have to wait for approval from our insurance since this was for outpatient, not ER. We went to brunch and while arriving I had another occurrence. The doctors made it clear I needed to come back to the ER if it happened again. So back we went. At least this time most of the tests had been done except another blood test and the MRI. I think the attending ER doctor was embarrassed we had to return so he was making sure I got all the necessary tests done before going home this time.
I don’t know if you like MRI machines, but I don’t. I have tendonitis in my ears so all that banging, beeping, clunking is very annoying, and the tightness makes me very anxious. Thankfully they give you a choice of music and they put on the local Christian station. The first song was one that I really like and identify with. It’s about letting go of control and just being at rest in Him. That so encouraged me and helped me keep my eyes on Him even when I didn’t think I could take another minute of it.
“Everything came back negative; no stroke, no aneurysm, no clot, and no tumor.” Wow… what a relief! We asked if it was an ocular or visual migraine since others had suggested it and he couldn’t say for sure, just that I should follow up with a neurologist in Tucson. My brother in law sent us an article with pictures (above) about migraines. https://www.allaboutvision.com/conditions/ocular-migraine.htm I’ll see the neurologist Aug 14. The ER Doc prescribed a couple drugs to help if I have the symptoms again. But I’ll be cautious using them as the side-effects from what they gave me in the ER made me really sleepy but I couldn’t rest cuz I had restless body syndrome.
What have I learned from this? When things are out of my control they are in God’s control. I’m a “why” person. Why did this happen? I have done lots of reflecting. I think probably I wasn’t dealing well with some hurtful thing that happened last month to us. I couldn’t control that and my default is to try harder to control my life, people, circumstances around me. It was not working!!! I was exhausted and probably exhausting my poor hubby too. Then add living on the road and not sure where to go next. My emotions were frazzled. This “occurrence” gave me the time to reflect, rest more, and begin to let go of the things I can’t control. To place my trust in my Father who does have my life in His hands. I am so happy to have a loving Father who knows what we need to help us back to a better place of trust and rest in Him.
Seems wise to head home and regroup without the stresses of living on the road. The Lord worked out the details to get the RV back to the owners. A wonderful friend is blessing me with a ticket to fly home from Charlotte and Jim will drive our truck back, stopping to see his dad in Wichita for Father’s Day. Only our Lord could orchestrate all this to work out. We are so thankful!