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At 5:23am on December 29, 2008, Marcia Reynolds said…: HI THERE HUBBY! JUST WANTED TO STOP BY AND SAY HOWDY AND LET YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU. GETTING CLOSER TO THE ARRIVAL OF OUR GRAND DAUGHTER. YAH!!! GRANDPA RUDY AND GRANDMA MARCIA WOW! SOUNDS AWESOME DOESN'T IT.

GOTTA CLOSE IT IS 4:22 AM UGGG!!! Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
YOUR WIFE SIGNING OUT.

At 1:43am on September 23, 2008, Marcia Reynolds said…: I know you are not on much because of work but wanted to stop by to say I love you and wish you a blessed week.
Love your Wife
Marcia R.

At 5:47am on September 4, 2008, Marcia Reynolds said…

At 1:27am on August 13, 2008, Marcia Reynolds said…: May God richly bless all my dear friends and shine His light upon each of you. May you walk in the abundance of His Love. Have a truly blessed day.

Marcia R.

At 12:40am on August 2, 2008, Marcia Reynolds said…: I love you Rudy.
Your Wife Marcia

At 6:00pm on July 5, 2008, Marcia Reynolds said…: HI THERE HUBBY! JUST THOUGHT I'D STOP BY TO GIVE YOU A LITTLE KISS, (SMAAACK) AND WISH YOU A BLESSED DAY.
LOVE-N-HUGS
YOUR WIFE MARCIA

At 11:56pm on July 3, 2008, Sheila Catherine Kline said…: Hello There Bigfoot! Thanks for accepting my invite to be a friend! Your intro is just fascinating, and I look forward to sharing stories about life! I have a cowgirl story posted on my poetry forum at:
www.nethugs.com ....click on poetry, then go to the funny forum, and it is called, ~A Runaway Cow!~, and is under my penn name of: wvhillbilly47, as all of my writes are. Please don't let the # show in my membership share ya...they aren't all poems, only about 500 of them! tee hee.
Hope you and your wife can read some of them.....have them on all of the fourms - a new one on The Inspirational Forum this morning, ~Hold Roses In Your Hand~ (The Rose of Sharon).
Nice to meet ya!
Former cowhand, Sheila (and full time blood donor recruiter, so I know all about that B+ personality!)

At 6:46am on July 2, 2008, Matthew Hamrick said…: Welcome to In Christ Always Rudy :)

At 12:36am on July 2, 2008, Marcia Reynolds said…: Hi! Hubby, by what I've read so far on your page, it looks as though you came in ready to make everyone laugh. So by all means don't hold anything back. See you around.
Love You!
Marcia

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I was born in Peoria, IL, but I don't remember when, for I was very young at the time. I am told it was 09-30-57, though, a very good year. I grew up on a farm where we had a Tremont address and went to school in Tremont, had a Morton phone number and went to church in Morton, yet we voted in Allentown. I loved the farm, spending my spare time knocking around down in the timber, had a trap line, hunted and fished, and knew every hill and tree and burrow there was. I loved church and was very active in Mennonite Youth Function, church dramas, Mennonite Disaster Service, Mennonite Relief Sales, house-raisings, Harvest parades where we went from widow's farm to invalid's farm to...and harvested their crops before we harvested our own, Sunday school, vacation Bible camps, and Camp Menno Haven as a boys' counselor 3 years, the last summer at which I heard the call to be a preacher. I did not finish college because I worked at camp that year instead of getting a higher paid job and my dad helped me no more with tuition, since injuries kept me from getting a wrestling scholarship my first year. But I knew I was supposed to work at camp, and hearing the call was the reward for obeying my Father instead of my father, being about my Father's business. That was my first real defiance of my father.

I worked in a foundry, became an emergency medical technician, and for a hobby, started reenacting the War Between the States, more commonly known as the American Civil War, or in the south as The War of Northern Aggression. It was not a very common hobby for a pacifistic MENNONITE, but that is what I was doing when I met the girl who would become my wife, and has been my wife since 03-21-81. God moves in mysterious ways. That was the second time I defied my father to obey my Father, for my parents did not want me to marry this holy-roller girl who was older than me, so they disowned and disinherited me and told my friends that I was dead. My next older brother agreed with them, and now all three of them are dead, I am still here, and Marcia and I are still married, and my oldest brother, my only remaining original family, said he did not care what the will said, we split the inheritance, so I got it anyway! God works in mysterious ways, and no weapon formed against me will prosper and all those who rise up against me will fall, touch not mine anointed, and I am a child of God and have overcome them because greater is He who is in me than he that is in the world.

Mind you, God WILL take that which was meant for evil and turn it to good for those who love Him, and He is no respecter of persons, and what He has done for me, He will do for you. My parents never knew my daughter, their oldest grandchild, only met her once while she was still in diapers. Their loss. Marcia's parents had divorced and remarried, still, Raschelle had 2 sets of grandparents!

We have lived in IL, SC, where Raschelle was born in 1987, MT, CO, and OK. I have continued to be very involved in church, ushering, teaching, being a Royal Ranger commander in those five states and on district staff in SC and IL, writing 2 dramas for the annual S. Illinois Powwows. I have no sons, but I have boys in 5 states through Royal Rangers (which is like BSA, only STRICTLY through the church).

In SC, I was on a sheriff department, promoted to corporal after 53 weeks, then went to the police academy, graduated first in my class, and went back for jail management and non-com school. I was the CPR instructor, and received 2 commendations. It was a good career, but when we got our daughter, it was time for a change from averaging 3 physical confrontations every 12 hr. shift, and working 6 days a week plus teaching CPR as needed, taking 5 No-Doze tablets/swallow to keep awake. You did not want to touch me without warning me first or you might be picking yourself off the floor just by reflex. Just weeks before we got Raschelle, our car stalled on railroad tracks with a mile-long ammunition train bearing down on us with whistle blaring, wheels grinding and squealing as they tried to stop. Marcia panicked so bad I had to undo her seat belt in case I had to drag her out at the last minute, but the car started and the guy in front of us moved so we could get off the tracks enough that we swayed from the wind of each passing car. Satan had tried to kill us just before God did something spectacular.

We moved to MT in April, '89, and loved the Big Sky Country, the Last Best Place, God's Country, The High Lonesome, the Shining Mountains, but I was working 3 jobs and only making $18,000 a year, meeting myself coming and going, missing out on a lot of my daughter. In '90, God gave us a vision for ministry, and we taped 8 pieces of typing paper together, used Raschelle's crayons to map out what He had shown us. We still have that and it will be under glass in the office when we get going strong. We got accepted at a 2-year Bible school in Tulsa, and left MT in September '92, with our station wagon loaded down with the 3 of us and our dog, a little pink bicycle on top, and $300 in our pockets. That $300 is why we chickened out and went to IL where family and friends were, instead of faith taking us to OK for Bible school. God works in mysterious ways, and I learned to operate heavy earth moving equipment in IL, where we were until June '98.

I had been injured on the job and it became a hostile work environment because I sued for proper compensation for 25% of the use of my left elbow and 20% of both hands. We went to CO so I could be a hunting guide/mule packer and Marcia could be a camp cook for an outfitter. Marcia's BP had been stabilized in IL at 600' elevation, and when we got to the base camp at 9000' in CO, her BP went crazy, plus she got altitude sickness, which can kill a healthy person. The outfitter called her a hypochondriac and would not let us off the mountain to go to a doctor to get stronger medication, or to take care of our dog at his ranch, or to go to church when we had no clients in camp, as he had promised. Marcia was unable to work, and it was becoming a hostile work environment, there, too, to where I considered going down the mountain for help, but did not know what he would do to Marcia and Raschelle. I thought about us all going down but didn't know if Marcia could go 5 miles that took 2 hours by 4WD to come up. I even considered murder from ambush, but my hunting rifle was a single shot and he had a multi-shot rifle plus carried a .40 magnum handgun. I tried sending 'help' messages out with clients and an employee who had been fired, never heard anything.

God works in mysterious ways, and we were left alone in camp 1 day, all livestock gone. The pickup in camp for emergencies had the key hidden. The key to the generator was gone, so there was no power to the phone. Our cell phone didn't have a signal. We were sitting in the dining tent wondering what to do and praying when I saw 2 strangers ride to the edge of the camp on horses and sit looking around. We ran to them and told our story. 1 was a retired fireman, never learned their names, but he looked at Marcia, pointed and told her not to try walking down, she would never make it. They tried their cell phones, no signal, so they rode to the trail-head and used a pay phone. The sheriff department got us off the mountain that night, stranded at the exit ramp in Glenwood Springs, CO, 11:30 PM, 3 mule packs, a laundry basket full, my rifle, and $23 in our pockets. Next day, a pastor put us on a bus to Denver, where we were in the bus station 38 hrs, used most of our money on the pay phone calling for help.

We finally got a ride to get my car, still were homeless. I got a job for $21.63/hr 3 days after hitting Denver, but would not get paid for 3 weeks, still homeless, in soup lines and a shelter. God moves in mysterious ways, and this is how He gave us compassion for the down-and-out. I require my staff to spend a wk in a shelter with their family, no money, phone, credit cards, only what they can carry, so they will never turn away a hurting person as they came. The outfitter was never prosecuted, even though he shot our AKC Chow in the head, but I did cause him to lose his outfitter license so he could not do it to anybody else.

We got an apartment in Aurora and I became active in a church, there, and Royal Rangers, but we moved in February when we got our income tax refund, arriving in Tulsa, OK, for Bible school in March, '99, after being sideswiped by a loaded cattle truck on a bridge that was only 9" wider than both our vehicles, and it took that truck a quarter mile to stop! Satan had tried to kill us again as we finally obeyed and went for Bible school!

We went to Victory Bible Institute our first year, '00-'01, by faith, not knowing where our next meal or rent was coming from, but God had people meet us after school, and ask us to go to the office with them, where they paid $1000 toward our tuition, and so on. He provided a way where there seemed to be no way. We were unable to go to the second year until I received the aforementioned surprise inheritance, and I paid tuition in advance. That year was smooth sailing with the provision made, as a reward for obedience and faith to step out. I graduated in '04 with Pastoral Ministries, and the Servant's Heart Award each year, which is a recipient elected by the student body. God moves in mysterious ways.

We held a fund raiser in Tulsa in March, '06, preparatory to a trip to MT to "spy out the land," so we could learn the where and what of our ministry, and have speaking engagements to get the word out. We raised 20% of our projected budget. The trip was planned for the last week of May-first week of June.

But on February 26, '06, a Sunday morning, I had gotten off work as campus police at Oral Roberts University at 0600 hrs, went home, walked Princess in the park, and went to bed. At 0730 hrs, there was a violent POUNDING at my front door. I rushed to it thinking Raschelle was needing help. I opened the door with my foot at the bottom and the chain still latched. Two of Raschelle's former friends were screaming profanities at me. I told them to get off my property and shut the door, which locked, went to the bedroom and told Marcia to call the cops, we have trouble. They started hammering on my door with a wooden chair I kept on the porch. That won't fly with me, so I grabbed my pepper spray (I carry in case of stray dogs when I walk Princess) from the table by the door instead of the .44 magnum from the closet by the door, because I knew the kids and wanted to talk to them 'until the cops arrived', but Marcia was too sleepy to call them, unknown to me. I stepped onto the porch and saw one at the corner of the garage, the other came running around the corner of the house from my left in ambush. We three fought, and I drove them back after pepper spraying them and the one saying, "He sprayed me in the f-ing face with something." I knew the spray was faulty if they could talk! I followed them to the car and thought they would leave, one by the passenger side, the other going to the driver door. Instead of getting in and leaving, the driver came up with a bowie knife and was coming around the car.

I have Green Beret hand-to-hand combat training (back when that beret meant something), and more, so I was not worried. The other had his back to me. I recognized the small metallic click sound and turned to see a knife being swung at me backhand toward my chest, only time to block with my left forearm. It cut the muscles that control the hand and barely missed the main nerve. Now I persuaded them they had made a big mistake in coming to my place, and as they left with one laying head first across the driver's lap, I pepper sprayed the grill of the car (while I dripped blood). What didn't work directly in their faces cooked on the hot radiator and blew inside with the heater. The cops found them, gagging and hacking, less than a mile away. Satan had tried to kill me again before going on my first preaching trip!

When I shared this at the fund raiser and showed the bandages, those in attendance were amazed at how many times Satan has tried to kill one or all of us before God did something great. We walked by faith on the trip, getting down $18 with one more night in the motel, a half tank of gas, and we could not go forward, couldn't go backwards. We were to speak in Great Falls Friday, and in our old church in Billings Sunday morning. We went to the Wednesday night service at our old church and heard an Indian evangelist who works many reservations across the U.S. We were impressed and made a good contact there, and gave $5 in the offering, leaving us $13. Next morning, we checked out of the motel, got $3 food at a gas station, leaving us $10, and went to our old church to make phone calls. Our Friday engagement was canceled. As we sat wondering what to do until Sunday, the pastor came to the table at which we sat and asked where we were staying. We told him at which motel we had been. He wanted to know about 'tonight.' We told him we didn't know. He said to stay there, don't go until he came back. When he came back, he told us of deluxe accommodations at a nice hotel for 4 nights, which would take us through Monday morning, with a made to order breakfast each morning and snacks at 9 p.m. We had been eating maybe once a day! Then, he placed a check made out to me for $500 on the table in front of me. That's more than 100-fold increase in the offering we had given less than 24 hours before!!! He told us that was not for the motel, the church had taken care of the accommodations for us. God works in mysterious ways. We accomplished all that journey could accomplish and went home to share at another dinner what God had done. Our first preaching trip turned out okay, even though the devil HAD tried to kill me so we would not get to trust God to provide for our mission. God takes that which was meant for evil and makes it good for those who love Him.

We moved to Montana in September of 2007 to be about our Father's business.

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