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Updates from Drs. Les and Cindy Morgan, Mission Co-Workers, Bangladesh
(A Ministry Supported by Covenant)

July 30, 2009

Dear Friends:

The Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.) reappointed us this month to mission service in Bangladesh, and we plan to return there in September.  We want to thank you for your faithful support over the past two years as we cared for our son Everett during his treatment for bone cancer and then as we grieved his death.  Although our hearts remain tender from our loss, we feel we are ready now to resume mission service. 

The Church of Bangladesh, with whom we have worked for many years, has invited us to help them strengthen their medical clinics in various parts of the country and to continue providing professional support at Christian Mission Hospital in Rajshahi.  We will live in Dhaka, the capital, a city of 12 million people, so that we can also help develop a healing ministry among slum dwellers there.

We rely on  your support, and we should be grateful for your continued contributions.  As we have done in the past, please designate your gifts to "Directed Mission Support Account #D506770, Leslie and Cynthia Morgan" and send the gifts through the regular receiving channels of the Presbyterian  Church (U.S.A.).

We thank God for letting us be with our son Everett to the very end, for the opportunity to serve again in Bangladesh, and for your faith that strengthens us.

Your missionaries,

Les and Cindy

Drs. Leslie and Cynthia Morgan 
PO Box 4026
Shreveport, LA 71134


Houston, Texas
Saturday, 27 December 2008
To Our Supporting Churches and Friends:  The son we loved

Dear Brothers and Sisters,

Our son Everett, 23, died early this morning.  Cindy and I were by his side.  He had been under treatment for bone cancer-–Ewing’s sarcoma--at the M.D. Anderson Cancer Center in Houston for over a year.

Memorial services will be held at St. Philip Presbyterian Church in Houston at 2:00 p.m. on Monday, December 29, and at First Presbyterian Church in Shreveport, Louisiana, at 5:00 p.m. on Tuesday, December 30.  Memorial donations may be made to the M.D. Anderson Cancer Center online at www.mdanderson.org/departments/development/.

With grateful hearts for you and the son we loved,

Les and Cindy

Drs. Leslie and Cynthia Morgan

PC(USA) Mission Co-Workers/Bangladesh
7500 Brompton St., Apt. 552
Houston, TX 77025


July 31, 2008

Dear Friends,

Since last September, Cindy and I have been caring for our son Everett, 22, as he undergoes treatment for bone cancer at M.D. Anderson Cancer Center in Houston.  In the course of his therapy, he has suffered several setbacks, including three treatment failures, the last on which was due to overwhelming side effects of toxic chemotherapy.  Finally, in May, with few treatment options remaining, his doctors began a fourth type of chemotherapy, effective in only a minority of patients.  By the grace of God, Everett appears to be responding to the treatment, so he still has a chance to overcome his disease.  He will eventually undergo surgery to removed the residual cancer from his left pelvis.

Although we left our missionary work in Bangladesh to be with Everett during this difficult time, I have made two trips back there, one in February and another in May.  Each time I visited people who,  like Everett, are battling against forces that threaten to undo them.  Some of them live in the slums of Dhaka next to the shipyards on the Buriganga River.  The first time I explored that area, known for its criminals, drug-dealers, and prostitutes, I was apprehensive.  But over time, and in the process of providing small medical clinics and visiting the sick in their home, I have gained many friendships.  I've also gained a deeper appreciation of the degree of oppression under which these people live.

One of my friends there is a 14-year-old girl named Beauty.  I met her last year while I was caring for her dying mother.  I have often visited their home, a one-room shanty with a dirt floor and no electricity or plumbing.  Beauty dropped out of the third grade to work in a garment factory six-and-a-half days a week for a salary for fourteen dollars a month.  Being the oldest child in a family now without a mother, she does most of the cooking as well.  She, her elderly father, and her younger siblings barely have enough to eat, and when I saw Beauty in May, she looked thinner than ever,  I am  worried that her oppressive circumstances are edging her toward and even deeper level of suffers.

But the Lord will not break a bruised reed or quench a dimly burning wick, whether it is my son battling cancer in Houston or a young girl struggling to get enough food in the slums of Dhaka.  As for Beauty, a service program of the Church  of Bangladesh is looking into her case.  If they can help her learn a home-based, income-generating skill, she may be able to earn enough to support her family and have time to attend school as well.  I will check on her and her family next month when I make another trip to Bangladesh.  I have other friends there with similar stories, and I hope to see them, too.

So for the past ten months, whether in Houston or in Dhaka, I have been caring for people at the brink of calamity.  They persevere with a degree of resolve that I, bearing much less, struggle to maintain.  But there are moments when God reveals to me his special purposes for my being with them.  God speaks to me words I would not fully understand were I not here at the edge of life with people I love.  In Dhaka, God has spoken to me through slum-dwellers, people whom I once feared but who are now my friends: on my last visit to Dhaka, several of them told me that they had been praying for my son.  And in Houston, God has spoken to me through Everett:  for every night when Cindy and I place our hands on him to pray for his healing, he reaches out and puts his hand on my head, so that I, too, receive the blessings.

Yours,

Les 

Dr. Leslie Y. Morgan
PC(USA) Mission Co-Worker/Bangladesh
7500 Brompton Rd., Apt. 552
Houston, TX  77025

leslieymorgan@gmail.com


To Our Supporting Churches and Friends:  Crying in My Sleep
Houston, Texas
Wednesday, 2 April 2008
 
Dear Brothers and Sisters,

Yesterday I spent the afternoon with my son Everett in his hospital room at the M.D. Anderson Cancer Center in Houston.  He is recovering from his latest round of chemotherapy--high-dose ifosfamide and etoposide, a second-line regimen used in the treatment of Ewing's sarcoma.  Last week we learned that Everett had not responded to a new experimental drug he had received for the past month; and as his tumor had previously become resistant to the first-line chemotherapy, his doctor recommended we move to this next line of treatment.  The regimen is highly toxic and requires hospitalization to manage the side effects, mainly damage to the kidneys.  He was in the hospital six days and got to come home today.  After two weeks of rest and recovery, he'll go back in the hospital for the next round of chemotherapy. 

We had hoped and prayed that last month's treatment with the new experimental drug would work; but the follow-up scans showed that, despite the treatment, Everett's tumor had increased in size.  That was difficult news for us, because it means that Everett now faces a quite complicated and uncertain course with no easy medical outcome.  Friday night was especially hard for me, as Everett lay in the hospital receiving his chemotherapy.  Sleep is a time when my mind integrates the information it has received and evaluates the problems it faces; and not infrequently I will wake up in the morning with a solution to a difficult problem or a way through a complicated situation.  And the more my heart is oriented towards God, the closer I feel that solution is to his will.  But Friday night was unusual, for the next morning there was waiting for me no solution, no counsel from God.  Instead, I woke up crying and knew I had been crying even in my sleep.

One thing is clear to me: I must concentrate on helping Everett and my family, especially over the next few weeks until we know he is responding to the current chemotherapy.  So I have cancelled my work-related travel engagements and am planning some special things to do with him.  The Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.) World Mission offices to which we relate have been quite supportive of Cindy and me by allowing us the time we need to be with our son.  I wish there were a way, other than through our letters, that we could express our deep gratitude to them and to all of you who have been so helpful.

Yours,

Les 

Dr. Leslie Y. Morgan
PC(USA) Mission Co-Worker/Bangladesh
7500 Brompton Rd., Apt. 552
Houston, TX  77025

leslieymorgan@gmail.com


To Our Supporting Churches and Friends:  A Time for Hope
Houston, Texas
Saturday, 1 December 2007

Dear Brothers and Sisters,

Our son Everett, 22, is in his third cycle of chemotherapy for Ewing's sarcoma of the left pelvis, diagnosed in September.  Each cycle lasts 21 days: the first five days he receives intravenous infusions of high-dose chemotherapeutic drugs, then the next sixteen days he recovers from those drugs' toxic side-effects.  Although the drugs kill fast-growing cancer cells, they just as effectively kill fast-growing normal cells, such as bone marrow cells and cells in the lining of the mouth and GI tract; and it takes time for those vital tissues to recover from the insult of chemotherapy.  During the recovery period, Everett makes almost daily visits to the hospital, so that his doctors can monitor his progress and treat any secondary illnesses that may arise during his weakened state.  He must also use the time to replenish his body's minerals and calories.  The goal is to help him recover enough to be able to tolerate the next round of chemotherapy.  So for each 21-day cycle, there is a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to break down and a time to build up.  For everything there is a season, and for Everett, now is the time for chemotherapy.

It is also a time for hope.  Just before Everett started his third cycle of chemotherapy, his doctors repeated some scans that indicated he is having a good response to treatment.  An MRI showed the tumor has reduced in size, and a PET scan revealed greatly diminished metabolic activity in the tumor, meaning we can expect it to shrink much further.  Everett's oncologist, Dr. Joseph Ludwig, reminded us that because of the size and location of the cancer, treatment is still very difficult.  But we have reason to hope.

Tomorrow as the church begins its season of hope--the celebration of the Advent and Incarnation of Christ, the Savior of the world--our hope is that God will use the doctors, nurses, and medicines of the MD Anderson Cancer Center to save our son.  Every night at bedtime, we place our hands on Everett and pray that God will touch him with his healing power and remove every last cancer cell from his body.  That is what Advent is about: the hope of real differences made manifest in people's lives.  Our years of directly facing human suffering in Bangladesh, and now our experience in caring for our seriously ill child, have taught Cindy and me that Christian hope is not about the fulfillment of vague and obscure desires.  Hope, like the Incarnation, is about flesh and blood, things we can see with our eyes and touch with our hands; and in Christ, God invites us to hope and pray in those concrete terms.  For that is how he cares for his people.

I am reminded of that hope every time I walk into our apartment here in Houston.  Strung across the ceiling of our living room, that is also Everett's bedroom, are scores of cards from many of you.  As Everett lies in bed and looks up, he sees all those messages of hope that encourage him during this time of chemotherapy.  And each night as Cindy and I sit by his bed, put our hands on him, and pray for his healing, all those cards, like angels, announce to us the good news that God is with us in our suffering, that we should not be afraid, and that now is a time for hope.

Yours,

Les

Leslie Y. Morgan
PC(USA) Mission Co-Worker/Bangladesh
7500 Brompton Rd., Apt. 552
Houston, TX  77025

Updates from Lance and Elizabeth Edwards, former members of Covenant
who are missionaries in Africa

Mission Spotlight on Zimbabwe (Posted January, 2010)
With Missionaries Lance and Elizabeth Edwards

Lance and Elizabeth Edwards run Ebenezer, a training center that aims to equip young people in rural Zimbabwe with the practical skills needed to run their own small-scale agricultural businesses. By combining business, agriculture, and Bible teaching, this training center hopes to produce men and women who can provide for their families and become mature, Christ-centered leaders in their rural communities.

During the two-year stay of these apprentices, they are able to make enough profit to repay their start-up loans and to buy the livestock and equipment needed to continue their businesses at their homes. Ebenezer gives people the opportunity to not only become successful farmers and business people but also to become mature followers of Christ. Classroom discussions based on the Bible are made practical as staff and apprentices live alongside one another and serve the community around them.

Lance and Elizabeth wrote this fall about God’s hand in their work. “In early May, just as the first crop of tomatoes was ripening, our friend Mbonisi was driving back to Ebenezer from a meeting. He noticed a thick layer of hail covering the area. When Mbonisi asked Lance about it, Lance didn’t know what he was talking about. Ebenezer neighbors were also asking the staff, ‘How are things at your place?’ and couldn’t believe it when we told them the tomatoes and cabbages were fine. There was significant hail damage all around Ebenezer, but not one hail stone fell on Ebenezer or the crops! It was as though God had covered Ebenezer with His hand while the hail fell. God used the hail to remind us that He is with us and has protected us from many things we have not been able to see!”
Covenant Presbyterian Church has supported this mission project for a number of years. For more information, contact DeAnne Sawyer, Bill Whitaker, or Pat Arner.

May 18, 2006

Dear Pastors and Missions Committees,

I know missionary prayer letters are usually about all the positive things happening, so I am writing specifically to ask you to pray for us. For the past year, Lance has been working closely with Thami (pronounced Tommy) on the food security project. Together they wrote the proposal for funding everything they have been doing for the past six months. Together we delivered seed and fertilizer to 700 farmers; together they planted 12 demonstration gardens for Farming God's Way; together we delivered 48 tons of rice to the hungry.  Lance has been training Thami, and he has been going out on his own to do a lot of the work while Lance gets started on developing the farm at Mphatso.

Thami was killed in a truck accident on Saturday afternoon. The drivers were drinking and driving too fast. Thami was sitting on the back of the open truck, and he knocked on the roof three times to ask them to slow down.  They didn't make it around a sharp curve and rolled. Thirteen people were injured; two have died so far.

We were in Malawi to take the Canadian work team to the airport when we received the news.  We immediately left the team at a hotel with a shuttle to the airport and came back to Mozambique.  Thami was one of a kind: he always had a huge smile; he worked very hard; he had great integrity; he loved the Lord with his whole being; and he loved Lance!  He was so excited to be learning from Lance, he had just received his motorbike license so he could go out to the 12 centers and
check on things without Lance.  Lance would train him on whatever they were going to do then send him out.  

This is a deeply personal loss for our family.  Thami used to take the kids to his house and take them to the market on his bicycle and buy them junk!  Ashton spent a lot of time with Thami and Lance when they were working.  This is also a great loss for the Relief and Development Dept.  Lance's work has just doubled, and he has lost the past year in terms of training. He basically has to start over to train others. There is a ton of food security work to be done in the next three months, and all of it has time constraints.  We have not yet fully realized the ramifications of Thami's death.

We are feeling beaten down.  The past six months we have had
many setbacks with the well drilling, with the house not being finished, with the solar power being struck with lightening, with Ashton having malaria three times,
and now with having lost Thami.  We believe we are in spiritual warfare, and we need your troops to back us up.

Thanks for your faithfulness!  

Love,
Lance and Elizabeth Edwards

 
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