tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82933222024-02-28T10:13:12.080-07:00Don Bi' zaadThis Blog is exactly what the title says, Don Bi'zaad. Which in the Navajo language simply means, Don His Word. Since my wife Nona and I have been missionaries to the Navajo and other Natives of the Southwest for 25 years, I will be posting memories and events of those years.Don Phoebushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14587099347157762413noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293322.post-47205761559127869922008-09-11T08:44:00.006-06:002008-09-11T09:01:28.883-06:00Crestview Christian Academy Begins 14th Year<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6zlICbn6nSzsljiUnrnevBAxY1RjhS2jFiK3YEy2_siJDXr5FufoiPIgRdkbAyYcHdlgOGdvZmEvgqO2osHQ2Czx1XTt9nU3XVGEXD0qQxOAAvKFKvu4nCXDIgVZRhtuxYPb5bw/s1600-h/100_4931.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244777507062932418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6zlICbn6nSzsljiUnrnevBAxY1RjhS2jFiK3YEy2_siJDXr5FufoiPIgRdkbAyYcHdlgOGdvZmEvgqO2osHQ2Czx1XTt9nU3XVGEXD0qQxOAAvKFKvu4nCXDIgVZRhtuxYPb5bw/s320/100_4931.jpg" border="0" /></a>Lunch Time LLC Students </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCNpptnMGEXfzJYrxagfOGBqCAEVB6-6nXGMEdYa7-jo70Y0HoOBXjcZHAdcgBQZAVvVatYa77R_5XR2esI3FjccxWaFeRsZDWsTKY8eBoDowtk9hm_5S6VbKc9RlI3j3k5sXLMg/s1600-h/100_4932.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244777508480246338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCNpptnMGEXfzJYrxagfOGBqCAEVB6-6nXGMEdYa7-jo70Y0HoOBXjcZHAdcgBQZAVvVatYa77R_5XR2esI3FjccxWaFeRsZDWsTKY8eBoDowtk9hm_5S6VbKc9RlI3j3k5sXLMg/s320/100_4932.jpg" border="0" /></a>Lunch Time UPLC Boys </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLF3jKPi0JaHtAffkN6SbETOdnnWpbac8Hi2PCPVqB_r-vPHl3g7sTfH2NHKB28smvc2JDAB8KBHWgetImwzvAHZOxmVSidRQcoSsCh2TY6_65NcBJbWbgcMr7p6EgzPDCYbE0zw/s1600-h/100_4933.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244777508044941906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLF3jKPi0JaHtAffkN6SbETOdnnWpbac8Hi2PCPVqB_r-vPHl3g7sTfH2NHKB28smvc2JDAB8KBHWgetImwzvAHZOxmVSidRQcoSsCh2TY6_65NcBJbWbgcMr7p6EgzPDCYbE0zw/s320/100_4933.jpg" border="0" /></a>Lunch Time UPLC Girls </div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzCsm9skdNXzMqYOBxy-HTBzMduDhelzy1xahTnuAb_GXGLVpXJOlfS2XzMkvG-18gSQlW0e7fQjvJYJvW-334at5zw4LdU1TggFNBjX8vZWhgD9WeMB-aIYlVF8S94egCZ_uGIQ/s1600-h/100_4925.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244776801957705490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzCsm9skdNXzMqYOBxy-HTBzMduDhelzy1xahTnuAb_GXGLVpXJOlfS2XzMkvG-18gSQlW0e7fQjvJYJvW-334at5zw4LdU1TggFNBjX8vZWhgD9WeMB-aIYlVF8S94egCZ_uGIQ/s320/100_4925.jpg" border="0" /></a>Upper Learning Center</div><div align="center">This is the 11 year old son of one of our Former Students!<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrkzaVAVOhCWJuiQqMF0819m7GSCpmbqvnM_Z50rJ7SLKNe7w3pGDTekKStwDdgpXT1VnSlgCwxw-x20OyqX6H9-yQbRqA_1pzX1Nf41yWH9aMyWRx7ffY5i07sHNlt73Pjz-TeA/s1600-h/100_4924.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244776805073236786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrkzaVAVOhCWJuiQqMF0819m7GSCpmbqvnM_Z50rJ7SLKNe7w3pGDTekKStwDdgpXT1VnSlgCwxw-x20OyqX6H9-yQbRqA_1pzX1Nf41yWH9aMyWRx7ffY5i07sHNlt73Pjz-TeA/s320/100_4924.jpg" border="0" /></a>Upper Learning Center </div><div align="center"><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244776355238427874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghWAdYRE-fpCB_k-Aiy30ooSKv0WtmTlmbNqqU-kulb_T2oPrXS5MaIv7ZpUvgKlahRT8J9_I8aHFPwHJJdHnvbOEXSDLqw0tZNIWuQ5HomKWe6va47awXSmYVvT0nBZlfqHBtzg/s320/100_4920.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Lower Learning Center Sis. Nona</div><div align="center">Tuesday September 9th we opened the doors for school here at CCA for the 14th time. Here are some pics from that day.<br /></div></div>Don Phoebushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14587099347157762413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293322.post-27799147610999862512008-08-02T13:14:00.003-06:002008-08-02T13:28:49.915-06:00Salisbury Bible Methodist Camp<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpG3CacZX_9yqOwgnd02nLTiXysa_jdUDczd-pW-hKCtD87Tla0HrPxXxvG9MJUBysmv7kJ1Z6CZf6Onfioeb-dSdb94Exnr8Gft71k4dNvJZzX0F1Y3VRrU7icuPECnUfPAMaGA/s1600-h/100_4653.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230003980237229298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpG3CacZX_9yqOwgnd02nLTiXysa_jdUDczd-pW-hKCtD87Tla0HrPxXxvG9MJUBysmv7kJ1Z6CZf6Onfioeb-dSdb94Exnr8Gft71k4dNvJZzX0F1Y3VRrU7icuPECnUfPAMaGA/s320/100_4653.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">We have been invited to speak at the Salisbury, NC BMC Camp on Sunday Aug.3. We were able to fly in to Raleigh and drive over yesterday in time for service. I am enjoying the preaching of Ben Crawford. Tomorrow I will be holding service at Sophia, NC with Bro. & Sis. Swaney, then rushing back to Salisbury for 2:30 service, then rushing up to Graham, NC for a 6pm service at the Bible Wesleyan Church. I will then head to Raleigh to visit my brother Bill and his family.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">Pictured is the tabernacle at Salisbury, NC.</span></div>Don Phoebushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14587099347157762413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293322.post-37022039451543784652008-07-28T20:46:00.002-06:002008-07-28T21:16:06.029-06:00July 28, 1983We finally arrived! Friday July 18, 1983 was a long day driving in from Oklahoma City, OK. We stopped in Albuquerque, NM for supper at the Royal Fork Buffet. Funny as it seems this was the first time we had ever ate at a buffet in our lives. <br /><br />When we pulled into the Bible Methodist Navajo Mission at mile marker 9, Hwy 249, it was dusk, with the sky beautifully setting in the west.<br /><br />This would be our home for the first year of mission work among our Navajo People. The things we learned this first year, definitely had an impact on the rest of our 24 years.<br /><br />There was a lot of work to do yet on the mobile home we would be living in. This would be the 1st of 3 mobile homes we would live in, and we still do today. <br /><br />We hit the ground running, preaching in the morning service on Sunday morning, less that 48 hours from arriving on the field. We never dreamed that our mission work would grow until there was a period of a couple years we spoke 11 times a week. Whew! Those were the days.<br /><br />Well we arrived, so we will stop our day to day journey to get here, but will try to post random memories, and even current events.<br /><br />May God be Praised for all His help, during these past 25 years. - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dwp</span>Don Phoebushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14587099347157762413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293322.post-63957317855724915392008-07-27T13:04:00.002-06:002008-07-27T13:13:08.897-06:00July 27, 1983Thursday morning July 27, twenty-five years ago started early as we had to head to Savannah, TN to join the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bowlings</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Begayes</span> on our push toward Oklahoma City. What a long day that was. Talking about hot, before we got to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">OKC</span> it was running 104 degrees out with about 90% humidity. Even though the Ryder Truck was a 1983, with only 2,000 miles on it, rental companies had not reached the point of putting air conditioning in them. Nona and I would put ice packs on the kids and us as we drove along I-40 with the windows down and the heat blowing through.<br /><br />Somewhere along the way we lost the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Begaye</span> family, they did not show up in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">OKC</span> until after the service started. We arrived just in time, for a service with the late Charles <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Attaway</span> and his people in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">OKC</span>. Man was supper great afterwards, and the shower even better. <br /><br />Exhausted we went to bed knowing that the next night we would be sleeping in the Land of Enchantment, New Mexico. Dreaming that twenty-five years later we would still be pillowing our heads in this great state.Don Phoebushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14587099347157762413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293322.post-23933384432762830442008-07-26T21:14:00.002-06:002008-07-26T21:19:32.939-06:00July 26, 1983Today, twenty-five years ago, we left <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Harriman</span>, TN heading for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Etheridge</span>, TN, south of Nashville. When we stopped for gas at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Cookeville</span>, TN we found we had a gas leak. So we had to call Ryder and find a local garage to take the truck to and get it fixed. This took up about 1 1/2 hours, but we were soon on the road again.<br /><br />We arrived at the Freedom Hill Bible Methodist Church that evening, where Gerald Wright was the pastor. The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Bowlings</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Begayes</span> traveled on to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Savannah</span>, TN to the Bible Methodist Church there where Luther <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Dolan</span> was pastor. Both groups had mission services that night. <br /><br />The next morning we would head out before daylight to travel on.Don Phoebushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14587099347157762413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293322.post-75697899355004607612008-07-25T12:39:00.002-06:002008-07-25T12:43:09.424-06:00July 25, 1983Twenty five years ago today we sorta hung out in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Harriman</span>, TN, worked on the truck wiring the Bowling's utility trailer up so I could pull it behind our truck.<br /><br />That evening we split into two groups one heading south to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Rockwood</span>, TN for a mission service, Nona and I headed north to Chestnut Ridge, TN for a mission service there with Dana & <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Dorcas</span> Walker, Bob's Brother.<br /><br />We all spent the night back at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Harriman</span>, TNDon Phoebushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14587099347157762413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293322.post-61251715474204847572008-07-25T09:09:00.002-06:002008-07-25T09:15:41.919-06:00July 24, 1983On Monday July 24, 1983, we backed the big Ryder Truck out of the drive of Bill & Nellie <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Phoebus</span>' home in Daniels, WV about 6 am. Nona, Alicia, Jonathan, and I in the front seat, following us in our little Ford Escort, was the late Big Bob Walker. Emotions were high as we drove down Possum Holler that morning.<br /><br />Later we met the Bowling Family and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Begaye</span> Family at the last rest area in WV on I-77 and headed to Johnson City, TN there we loaded up Bob's things from his parents home at the Bible Methodist Parsonage.<br /><br />We next stopped at the TN Bible Methodist Camp Ground in Knoxville, where Bro. D. P. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Denton</span> met us at the parsonage and we loaded <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">the</span> remainder of the rental truck with about 250 case of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Campbell's</span> soup. We arrived that evening at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Harriman</span>, TN to spend the next two nights, at the Bible Methodist Church there, with Pastor Tom Davis and his Family.Don Phoebushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14587099347157762413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293322.post-46222433144039320932008-07-23T17:36:00.002-06:002008-07-23T17:44:41.324-06:00July 23, 1983Twenty-five years ago today was a Sunday. Nona the children and my self along with the late Bob Walker traveled to Narrows, VA for missionary service. We were met there by Jimmy and Anna Lee Bowling, their children, and Calvin <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Begaye</span> and their children a Navajo family traveling with the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Bowlings</span>. Bible Methodist Missionaries Bill and Mae Sullivan were present for this mission service and dinner on the grounds.<br /><br />We traveled back to Mt. Hope for our last service as Pastor of Shiloh Chapel. The little church was full, and the new pastor was present. <br /><br />On the trip back to Mt. Hope I broke my glasses and we were to leave town the next morning. A phone call to Dr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Holliday</span> in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Beckley</span>, and he had his son Dr. David meet us at his office after service to fix them for us. On the way we stopped in Bradley so we all could tell Nona's mother Jeannine Brewer and those present good-by.<br /><br />This would be our last night in West Virginia before heading to New Mexico. We stayed at mom & dad's house in Daniels, WV. Tomorrow would be the first day of the rest of our life.Don Phoebushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14587099347157762413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293322.post-1126626504593239142008-07-22T22:12:00.002-06:002008-07-22T22:20:56.626-06:00July 22, 1983Twenty-five years ago today was a Saturday, hot and humid in West Virginia. The day was spent loading the Ryder Rental Truck with all our earthly belongings. Dad, the late Bob Walker, and myself were soaking wet at the end of the day. Nona and the children helped us put in the little things. I now remember Alicia and Jonathan taking one last ride down our <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sloping</span> front yard on there little 3 wheelers. This definitely was a passing of a time to never be revisited. We went to bed <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">exhausted</span> ready to head out the next morning to travel to Narrow, VA for a deputation service and homecoming.Don Phoebushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14587099347157762413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293322.post-30543831206413742382008-07-21T22:19:00.003-06:002008-07-21T22:24:48.149-06:00July 21, 1983<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Twenty five years ago today dad and I drove down to Dunbar, WV to pick up the big 28 foot Ryder rental truck to bring it back to Maple Fork, WV to begin loading Nona, the children, and my personal belongings. After dark we went down to Klsythe, WV to help the new pastor of Shiloh Chapel unload his U-Haul truck. It was Friday, Monday we would be leaving going to New Mexico to begin our missionary work there.</span>Don Phoebushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14587099347157762413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293322.post-1094961385166179842004-09-11T21:11:00.000-06:002004-09-11T22:01:10.486-06:009/11/2001Since I am beginning my memories on 9/11/2004, I felt it fitting to give my memory of that dreadful day 3 years ago.
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<br />I had just went to my home office that morning, and turned on the radio, the report startled me that an airliner had crashed into the first tower. I thought what a horrible accident. I went over to the upper classroom of Crestview Christian Academy, of which I am the Administrator. I told my teacher there, about the accident, and turned on the radio there. At that time we amazingly heard the news of the second tower being hit.
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<br />I was dumbfounded. Still not realizing what had really happened.
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<br />As we listened it all began to unfold. Such emotions that I can not even now truly recall.
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<br />A day truly we will never forget!
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<br />Friday September 14, around 10 am I was in my study praying. I was meditating about the city wide Prayer Gathering of the Body of Christ, scheduled for that night at the Gallup High School. Interesting enough this had been scheduled nearly 2 months prior to 9/11. President Bush had asked that all across America that people would pause at 12 pm and pray for our Nation and for the families of those who perished on 9/11. A thought rushed to my mind and I picked up the phone and called our local Wal-Mart and asked for the Manager. When she got on the phone I told her who I was and told her about President Bush Wanting America to stop and pray at noon. I asked her if I could come to the store and pray over the loud speaker there. She paused and then said, please come to the store, I can't let you pray over the intercom but I would be glad to let you pray in the store, and I will announce before and for all that want to join you to do so.
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<br />I arrived at the Wal-Mart store at about 20 til, they soon had the manager paged and she met me and set things in motion. She had me go out in front of the store at one of the main entrances. About 10 til she began to announce about every two minutes that there was going to be special prayer for America out front at 12 noon, and invited all customers and employees that wanted to attend to do so.
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<br />At twelve noon there were about 10 people gathered, I waited til 5 after, (that's the way it is done in Navajoland), by then perhaps 20 people were gathered. I announce to the people who I was and about what President Bush was wanting us to do, and told them I wanted them to pray with me. I closed my eyes lifted my hands and began to pray. God was on me in a powerful way. I became totally lost in prayer. When I finished I looked at my watch and found I had prayed for nearly 20 minutes. The crowd had grown to way over 50. Cars were even stopped and people standing beside them. Many had tears streaming down their face. God had blessed!
<br />Don Phoebushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14587099347157762413noreply@blogger.com0