Hi, my name is Ginny Burdick and I'm from the Seattle Area Seventh Day Baptist church. I was looking at your midi page hoping to find a midi for the Seventh Day Baptist Youth Rally Song. I knew that you had other Seventh Day Baptist songs on there so I thought I might find it. When I didn't find it I couldn't help wondering if there was any way you could possibly put it on there. It would be a wonderful addition. Just thought I'd check. Thank you for your time.

Sincerely, Ginny Burdick

Editor's note: We also would like to see the Seventh Day Baptist Youth Rally Song added to FISHERMEN'S NET MIDI MUSIC. Now that you supplied the score we will try and prepare a midi file. Meanwhile you might enjoy listening to several of the songs from "Soul Surrender" in MP3 format on the Stained Glass Web Page.

Seventh Day Baptists are sometimes wrongly accused of putting more emphasis on the Sabbath then they place on salvation. The argument is often given that Christians should put their first and foremost emphasis on the Great Commission and we don't need to worry about new converts once they are saved. The Great Commission is what we should all want to obey, but a person should not ignore some of what Jesus said in the Great Commission. Jesus not only said to "make disciples of all nations," Jesus also said in this Great Commission "teaching them to observe all things that I commanded you" (Matthew 28:19-20). Making disciples, baptizing those disciples and TEACHING those disciples ALL that Jesus COMMANDED! The Great Commission also includes teaching new disciples about keeping the seventh day of the week as the Sabbath which most churches do not do.

Just as the Lord put the Sabbath command right in the middle of his ten commandments, part of the Great Commission new disciples were also to be taught was not to steal or kill or break the Sabbath commandment. If we claim that salvation is more important than obedience to God we had better remember Jesus' words of warning: "Not every one that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven; but he that doeth the will of my Father which is in heaven. Many will say to me in that day, Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in thy name? and in thy name have cast out devils? and in thy name done many wonderful works? And then will I profess unto them, I never knew you: depart from me, ye that work iniquity" (Matthew 7:21-23).

Henry Collins, detail by Robert Feke, ca. 1749 Oil on canvas, 49 5/8" x 39 3/4" Redwood Library Painting Collection Henry Collins b. Newport, RI, March 26, 1699 d. Newport, RI, April 29, 1765 Wealthy and distinguished merchant, philanthropist. 18th century patron of the arts.  The half-brother of Governor Richard Ward. Arnold Collins, his father, designed and engraved the seal of the Colony of Rhode Island (anchor and the motto "Hope").  At an early age sent to England for studies in mercantile career. Acquires cultivated taste for literature and the arts.  A founding member of the Philosophical Club. Gives a deeded lot of land to Abraham Redwood [q.v.]. This former bowling green becomes the site of Redwood Library.  An inscription carved by John H. Benson in the paved walkway at the Redwood reads: "through the munificence of Henry Collins, Esquire, this land, formerly a bowling green, was given for the erection of the Redwood Library."  Two portraits of Collins at Redwood: John Smibert c. 1736 and Robert Feke c. 1749.  Years later Dr. Benjamin Waterhouse dubbs him "the Lorenzo di Medici of Rhode Island." William Hunter [q.v.] will state "Henry Collins loved literature and the fine arts. He had taste, the sense of beautiful in nature, conjoined with the impulse to see it imitated and surpassed by art..."  His art patronage included supporting local artists such as Robert Feke. His outstanding collection of paintings included portraits by Smibert, Feke, and Stuart.  Interested in civic affairs - a proprietor of Long Wharf, responsible for its extension. One of two members responsible for the erection of 7th Day Baptist Meetinghouse (the oldest of its faith in U.S.).  Engaged in the manufacture of cordage with Ebenezer Flagg. Firm name: Collins & Flagg, subsequently, Collins, Flagg, Engs. Involved in privateering as well, the firm in the 1760's goes bankrupt, mainly due to the trade difficulties of the Seven Years' War and stricter enforcement of the British Navigation Acts.  His waterside mansion on Washington Street at the foot of Poplar Street was seized by creditors. This house was torn down for fuel in 1780.  He was once the owner of a house at the northwest corner of Charles Street and Washington Square. Known as Pitts Head Tavern, house has been moved 3 times- now standing at northwest corner of Second and Bridge Streets.  Collins dies a pauper. Death date placed in question by various sources and researchers.  Confirmed death date: April 29, 1765 (Newport Mercury 29 April 1765).  Place of internment:  an unmarked grave within the Flagg family plot at Common Burial Ground.  Henry Collins, detail by John Smibert, c. 1736 Oil on canvas, 49 5/8" x 39 3/4" Redwood Library Painting Collection Bibliography

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Our adventure begins at 5:30am, July 6th. Jeff wakes up and spends the next two hours finishing packing his overstuffed camping backpack. "Got pots and pans...check. Tent...check." Quistin Chalwe, my companion for the trip, wakes up at 7:30am, throws a couple shirts and trousers in his bag and he's ready. By 8am, we're off for the bus station to Lusaka.

Arriving at the station, Jeff notices to himself, "Hey, this ain't a bad lookin' bus!" It's a double decker, fully equiped with air conditioning, plush seats, TV monitors, push button reading lamps, tilting seat luxury cruisin' comfort. Not a bad deal for $8. On the road to Lusaka, they showed one of those action packed "lost in the wilderness of Alaska" kind of movies, but Jeff was preoccupied taking pictures of all the grass-hut communities along the Lusaka road. We also passed one of the few manufacturing plants in Zambia. Quistin said it produced plastic-ware at one time, but it ran out of business.

There's really only one road from Kitwe to Lusaka. I guess it makes directions easy. The road passes through Ndola, and I got to see where Mora Mukumbo went for nursing school-- Ndola Hospital. The trip took four hours, and then we were in Lusaka.

From the way people were describing Lusaka to me, I thought it was a roaring metropolis. OK, I didn't expect another New York or Chicago, but a Washington DC, maybe. Yeah, I guess it was fairly big. When we came back through Lusaka, Quistin drove me around town, looking for diesel fuel, and I had no clue where I was. There were a few sky-scrapers, including Zambia National Commercial Bank's (my bank) head office, the Ministry of Tourism, and the building where they print Kwacha notes.

The bus for Chipata left at 7am sharp the next morning, so we were again up at 5:30am. We got off to the bus station OK, and the bus was less luxury than the first one, but still not bad.

The ride was long... 650 kilometers, but the scenery was great. As we got closer to the Malawian boarder, we climbed more and more hills, and the weather got cooler and cooler. Quistin and I had some good time to chat, and we finally arrived in Chipata around 4pm.

Now, I thought that Blantyre, Malawi (our destination for that night) was only a couple hours from Chipata. Boy was I wrong. Blantyre is another 500 some kilometers. After paying too high of a rate to change money, we took a taxi to the border, cleared through the border, waited 20 minutes for another taxi to fill up with people, cleared through Malawi's customs office, and then jam packed ourselves and my overstuffed camping backpack into a minivan headed to Lilongwe.

We arrived in Lilongwe at around 7pm, and we were told to take the overnight bus to Blantyre. When the big bus finally arrived, we had to stand still in the line to board the bus for about a half hour, just waiting for the mob of people to get on the bus. There were so many people trying to get onto that bus. Most of them also brought their big bags of maize, furniture to sell in Blantyre, and several children along with them. Quistin had reserved a seat for us, but by the time we got in, there was just one seat available, so Quistin had to stand for 4 hours before enough people got off the bus for him to sit on the floor. Quite a contrast from the first bus we took. The seats were incredibly hard, and we all were incredibly cramped in. We arrived in Blantyre at 5am the next morning with very little sleep. Around 6:30, we called Rev. Nantikwa, the Malawian Seventh Day Baptist Coordinator, using a fellow travellers' cell phone (God bless him! We didn't have tokens for the public phone!), and after a few calls, we reached Rev. Nantikwa to pick us up after our long trip.

We spent Sabbath worship at the Blantyre Seventh Day Baptist Headquarters church. It looks like an old Baptist church, with dark wooden floor-boards and white walls. They had homemade printed hymn books, which were Che Chewa (the local language) translations of the traditional hymns. I was asked to preach (at the last minute), so I gave the sermon on 1 Thessalonians 5:21, one of my favorite Bible verses. Mr. Canaan Phiri, who is a part-time pastor at the headquarters and another Seventh Day Baptist church (There's several Seventh Day Baptist churches in Blantyre.), invited us home for lunch, and we had a wonderful afternoon enjoying his beautiful house and some more great nshema (called nsima in Malawi).

Sabbath afternoon, we planned to drive to Makapwa to visit Dave and Betty Pearson and Amanda Graffius (who just arrived in Malawi on July 5th) at the Seventh Day Baptist mission there. Rev. Nantikwa was going to drive us there using the truck the Seventh Day Baptist Missionary Society bought for the Zambian conference. However, Rev. Nantikwa was called away for counselling and didn't get back to us until 7pm. It had been raining the entire day in Blantyre, (Quistin did not like this one bit. In Kitwe, it just rains during the "rainy season" of late October through December.) so Rev. Nantikwa was concerned about the road to Makapwa, but we decided to give it a try.

The first couple hours were fine for driving. The Malawi government maintains their roads a lot better than the Zambian government does, with gravel and asphalt road. We started on the mud part of the road, and it was also fine at first. Then, we started getting to the very muddy part. The truck slid from side to side, but we plowed on through. When we first got stuck, Quistin and I got out and sat in the bed of the truck to add weight to the rear wheels, and we were able to get ourselves unstuck again. Then we crossed a bridge, and the vehicle got stuck in six-inch standing water/mud. From that point, at 11pm Saturday evening, until 7am the next morning, Quistin, myself, Rev. Nantikwa and some of the local neighbors worked tirelessly to push our 1 1/2 ton rear-wheel drive truck through that mud.

At first, we rolled up our pant legs and tried to stay clean. After the first half hour, that was a hopeless cause. When we spent a half hour at the bridge, not making any progress, I was ready to strap on my camping backpack and hike 15 kilometers to the Pearsons. Rev. Nantikwa suggested that we sleep until morning, but Quistin insisted that we press on. The wheels would get stuck in the mud, so Quistin and I would push the truck while Rev. Nantikwa drove. He would back it up and then we'd take a 5 foot run before it'd get stuck again. It slid towards the ditch, so we'd have to push the vehicle away from the ditch. The front axle got stuck in the mud, so we'd have to jack up the front of the truck and place stones under the wheel. The latter part of the road was mostly clay, so the wheels got covered with clay, such that we needed planks under the front wheels to slide the truck wheels on. It was tough work, but by God's grace and our firm determination, we made slow-but-sure progress. We had to hire the neighbors to help us, and I ended up paying an unexpected 830 Malawian Kwacha (about $16 and 48,000 Zambian Kwacha) to partly satisfy them.

We arrived at the Pearsons' house right at breakfast time. We were covered in mud, but just our luck, it was laundry day! Quistin and I got washed up and had some breakfast, but Rev. Nantikwa had to head on and pick up several ladies from a womens' conference. I talked with Amanda and the Pearsons for a couple hours, walked around the mission, and then crashed and slept from 3pm until 5am the next morning.

The mission in Malawi is really impressive. There's a big and old Seventh Day Baptist church there. They also have a pastors' training school, where Pastor Pearson teaches seminary students. They have an elementary school there, with several houses for the teachers to live in. They also have a medical clinic, where Amanda will be working in the pharmacy until the first week of August. Mrs. Pearson made us some ol' fashion southern cookin' for lunch and dinner, and the time we spent together was truely precious... very worthwhile after our hard work getting there.

We left Makapwa Monday morning, using one of the 4-wheel drive vehicles they have for the clinic. The vehicle spun into the ditch at one point, but it was able to pull itself out. We had to take public transport back to Blantyre, because Rev. Nantikwa failed to meet us partway. (We later heard that he had to change a tire on the vehicle at one point.) We planned to leave with the donated truck for Zambia that evening. The truck had been used a lot in Malawi, transporting pastors and others around, and we burned rubber on the tires on the road to Makapwa, so we had to fix several tires before leaving during the night.

We left Blantyre at 2am Tuesday morning and arrived in Lilongwe at 8am after changing a busted tire. After paying lots of money for a new tire in Lilongwe, we arrived at the border at 10am. I was really happy with our time, and I thought we could arrive in Lusaka that evening. God had other plans, though. We ended up wasting three days at the border due to a lack of paperwork. When the truck was registered in Malawi, that meant we needed certain export documents to take it out of the country. We never expected that we'd need export documents. It took until Thursday for Rev. Nantikwa to fax the needed bank document to the border. Then, once we crossed over into Zambia, the customs officials wanted us to pay $700 to bring the vehicle into the country. After much prayer, much waiting, much pleading with officers, and God using our determination to work out the problems, we were permitted to leave Chipata Thursday evening for Lusaka, driving the vehicle.

In Lusaka, we thought we would never find much needed diesel fuel. There was a diesel shortage, so we had to drive all over town on an empty tank before we found one station with diesel. We met several people in Lusaka on Friday, and then finally headed home that evening to Kitwe. The alternator broke down halfway to Kitwe. Our car battery got completely drained, such that I had to drive at night with no headlights for almost an hour. (I was thanking God that the moon was out that night.) We almost made it home that night, but we hit a police check-point, and they forced us to pull over because we had no headlights. The police worked with us to try to fix the headlights. (We thought a fuse had blown.), but to no avail. With the battery drained, the engine turned off, and the truck not responding to a push start, we were forced to spend another night in the vehicle and tow it the next morning. When we arrived home, we were so happy. We ate a lot, bathed for the first time in a week, and slept a whole bunch.

We had to impound our vehicle because we don't have the $925 Zambia's government wants from us for importing it. Please pray that God will provide a way out of this problem, because we need that vehicle for the construction work.

Thanks for reading my long e-mail. God bless you all. Stay encouraged. The battle belongs to the Lord. Let me know how I can pray for each of you. In Christ, --Jeff MAILING ADDRESS: PO Box 23168, Kitwe, Zambia DONATION ADDRESS: c/o SDB Missionary Society 119 Main St. Westerly, RI 02891-2112

Commissioning of Missionary Jeffrey Hazen

On March 25, 2000, the Central Seventh Day Baptist Church dedicated one of their members, Jeffrey Hazen, for short term missionary service in Zambia, Africa. Jeffrey left for Africa in early April and plans to return to the United States in January, 2001. While in Africa, Jeff's primary mission is to serve as project director in building a church/Conference center for Seventh Day Baptists near Kitwe in the north-central section of Zambia. When Jeff arrived in Zambia, the local church had drawn plans for a building, obtained a site, and collected about $90 US, for a building which is estimated to cost about $30,000 US. The Zambians continue to take a weekly offering for the building fund which amounts to about $3 US. They are also contributing their labor every weekend by mixing cement, making blocks and building walls. In early July, by the grace of God and the generosity of family and friends in the United States, about half of the needed funds had been collected or pledged. The foundation has been laid and the walls started. Jeffrey and the Zambian people are praying that God will provide the rest of the money so the building may be completed before Jeff returns home.

In addition to supervising the building project, Jeffrey has ministered to the Zambian people in many ways since his arrival. He has blessed their worship services with his guitar music and his preaching. He is teaching one of the young men to play his guitar, with the intention of leaving the guitar in Zambia when he returns home. He is also teaching typing and computer skills, and is helping to set up a church office so the Zambian Conference can translate and distribute literature in the local tribal languages. He has led a youth conference in which several young people came forward to be baptized. In addition, he has been asked to lead a Revival service, and to teach technical skills in a school to open in September.

Jeff covets your prayers. If you are led to contribute to the Zambian building fund, you may send a tax deductible donation to the Seventh Day Baptist Missionary Society 119 Main St. Westerly, Rhode Island 02891-2112