Dear Youngman:

We were just on our way back from the used bookstore at a local library
when [I had a number of thoughts including some about] Harriet Tubman, an extraordinary
woman in many respects.  I have a biography of her life, written in her
lifetime to help earn her some money.  In her old age, she wanted to
establish a hospital for her people.  A place for the old.  I thought
about the sanctuary that I mentioned to you.  The saints are my people and [I'm also open
to] people in need or seeking that the Lord may send.  It has been a place
that I felt we could care for whomoever the Lord sent.  We study medicine,
the nutritional needs of man, self-sufficiency, and many, many subjects
that all revolve around Genesis 1:1-2:7 which covers all of creation. 
Imagine a place where the fatherless can learn to read, write, count,
farm, sew, and learn to know the Lord.  A place where the man in need can
find a place to share, work, and grow.  

I lack at least three things--(1)
the place, (2) the skills to run the place; and, (3) most importantly, the
largeness of heart required for such a thing.  Maybe I'll record and write
and Hannah and/or others, like you, who are greater than I will take the
baton on home.  We are entered into each other's labours.  Loving hearts
are required.  I believe that you have a loving heart.  Guard your tender
heart with all diligence and God will use you to bless.  That is one of
the duties of the Levite--to bless (Deu 10:8).

If I could find a sanctuary where I could serve, I'd like to attach myself
to it, but I've gotten the strong impression (understanding?) that this
new wine is for new bottles.  No existing ministry could abide this--it
would cease to exist in the light of this.  But that won't happen--they'll
be preserved, the bottles will not be rent, and this wine will not be
spilled.

Goodbye for now,
Mephibosheth