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Some personal information …

About Scott

His childhood influenced in a positive way by a devout Roman Catholic grandmother, Scott came into the faith in high school in a Charismatic church near Baton Rouge. After a short-term trip to Mexico in 1982, he committed to a call to missions, finished language school in December 1983, and Married Dana (whom he’d met in language school) in 1984. They spent the next 25 years on the field in Mexico and Mongolia.

About Dana

Dana was raised by Christian parents but came into the faith herself around 1981. She had had a lifelong interest in missions and headed off to Spanish language school in 1983, where she met Scott. Two children and 32 years later, having followed Scott across Mexico and and the steppes of Central Asia, she continues at his side, serving at Plains Church and teaching in the Zachary area and looking to God’s will for their future.

Some Background

Scott and Dana’s journey has been unique and interesting. Having worked for 25 years as missionaries under independent Charismatic movements, they found themselves back in the US in 2008. They were led to a new spiritual home and a new spiritual family, joining Plains PCA in Zachary, Louisiana around 2010. Scott currently serves there as a Ruling Elder and he and Dana are both actively involved in ministry there.

… and a little history …

Beginnings In Mexico

Dana and Scott met in 1983 at a Spanish language school in South Texas. Both were headed for the mission field and it was there that they joined up for a life of service to the preaching of the Gospel and the expansion of God’s Kingdom on earth.

Move To Mongolia

Their first 15 years of experience in rural, urban and coastal Mexico served as an excellent training ground, and 1998 saw Scott and Dana launch off to Mongolia for 10 year run of strategic church and leadership development with the nomads of the Central Asian steppes.

Return To The US

Never imagining they’d be back stateside again for an extended period of time, in 2008 Scott and Dana found themselves divinely assigned back to the US for about eight years. It was a needed time of rebuilding relationships and re-establishing spiritual roots, allowing them to become members of a solid and supportive church and preparing them for their next adventure in Kingdom work.

Looking Forward...

For the last couple of years, there’s been a sense of re-awakening to the call of missions. A trip back to Mexico in March of 2016 reanimated in Scott a burden for the work of preaching the Gospel where the church does not grow and building disciples and churches in foreign lands.

Learn about the vision to help in raising up churches in fishing villages in Western Mexico and eventually train and bring Mexican fishermen to reach other fishermen around the world.

… and a family photo album.

Early Married Life

Married in 1984, we were on the field within ten days of our wedding. Our first homes were crude stone houses in a mountain village in the Sierra Madre of the state of Veracruz.

(That door was so tall that I could ride my horse right into the living room. Dana didn’t like that.)

Los Bandidos Gringos

In those first lean years, we supplemented our meager missionary income by working as bandidos along the Mexican byways.

(OK, that’s not really true.)

A Growing Family

By the end of 1986 we had grown to a family of four. Travis joined us in December of that year and Tasha was born in April of 1985.

Village Life

In village life, market day was a big deal. There were just a few little stores in the village and we all bought most of our goods at the big county tianguis once a week.

The Laguna Madre

The move from the mountains of Veracruz to northeast Mexico brought us to the fishing villages on the Laguna Madre, off of the Gulf of Mexico. This old man was one of the fishermen who came to faith and was discipled by us.

Boatrides And Fishermen

I would catch rides on the fishermen’s boats out to the islands. It was a great way to get to know everyone and created a dynamic in my relationship with the fishermen that made me somewhat dependent upon them. This is usually a good thing in missions but something that most missionaries tend to avoid.

Fishers Of Men

This rough looking old fellow was a trophy of grace. We had worship at his house every week. He seemed an inveterate alcoholic when I first me him, but God…! Some wonderful afternoons were passed under his porch, teaching the Gospel while he and his workers mended their nets.

Does that sound familiar?

To The Steppes

1998 saw us move to the steppes of Central Asia, from fishing camps to the camps of nomadic herders. Many people ask how the move from Mexico fishing villages to Mongolian nomadic camps came about.

All I can say is that it was a God thing.

Camp Life

This was one of our first summer camps. We were able to offer Mongol hospitality to our nomad neighbors by living right next door to them.

Camp Chores

At camp, everybody pitched in. Water had to be hauled from the river. Firewood and dried dung had to be collected for fires. But night time on the Mongol steppes made it all worth it. The stars seemed to fall in your lap.

Winter Camp

This was our first winter camp. We bought it from a family whose father had passed unexpectedly. Marty Robins recorded a song called Little Green Valley and that song always makes me think of this place.

Outreach By Horseback

Outreach often meant saddling up and riding out with our fellow Mongol believers. We were shepherds to the shepherds.

Nomad Hospitality

We were always recipients of the legendary nomad hospitality from our Mongol and Kazakh friends whom we met along the way. The door was always open and a pot of tea was always waiting. Though not everyone received the Gospel, most everyone had the opportunity to hear the message.

Work, The Universal Language

If there is one language that Mongols understand, it’s the universal language of work. We helped out neighbors with chores and they helped us. Branding foals and calves in the fall was important work.

Nomad Harvest

Spring combing of goats and shearing of sheep was a critical time as it brought in money from the sale of raw materials as well as supplied wool for making felt.

Nomadic Worship

In case you ever wondered, this is what it looks like when a bunch of nomad herders get together in winter camp to worship the True and Living God.

Eight years after we left Mongolia, I can boast in Christ that the church continues to grow in the holy faith.

Church Parking Lot

When we gathered for worship, this is what or “church parking lot” looked like.

City Life

We were also able to enjoy a bit of city life in Mongolia. In the capital city we were members of a local Mongol congregation and we had an apartment.

The Sheikh

Then there was the time I got to hang out with those cool Bedouin dudes somewhere in a desert in the Middle East. You should have seen their faces when I showed them a photo of a dromedary (two-humped) camel.

I’m told that they still ask after the welfare of The Sheikh of Mongolia.

Back To The Beginning

It seems like we’ve come full circle. After heading off to Central Asia and visiting a Bedouin camp in the Middle East, I never thought we’d find ourselves back in Mexico, cuando menos in a fishing village on the western side.

But, though a man considers his way, the Lord directs his steps.

Scott brings 30 years of cumulative ministry experience…

in Mexico

in Mongolia