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Posted by Michael and Stacy Creech in Uncategorized on Oct 31st, 2014 | Comments Off

After graduating, a group of guys here from the MTC went to Papua New Guinea with one of our professors (where he had previously worked and planted a church.) While they were there the church leaders wanted to send a challenge to the American church, below is that challenge:

We pray that we can be as faithful as they have been as we go and minister to those who have never heard the Gospel in West Africa, and anywhere God has us in the meantime.

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Creech(er) Feature Oct. 2014

Posted by Michael and Stacy Creech in Uncategorized on Oct 28th, 2014 | Comments Off

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I stared at the wall in front of my desk, trying not to feel too discouraged.

The truth was that I was exhausted, mentally and physically. I had been in Oklahoma studying Cherokee for a few weeks, and I thought by now it might be getting a little easier instead of harder. Yet for every answered question, seemingly five more popped up, all more confusing than the last. I tried to focus, but all I could think was, “What are you doing here? You’re not even that good at this. Why are you putting yourself through this?”

“I’m here because God wants me here,” wasn’t really cutting it for me that day. When I heard Brynn crying from our room I jumped at the chance to think about something else and hurried to get her
back to sleep. As I picked her up, her head went down on my shoulder and she quieted. The silence was soothing and restful. I soaked it up, thanking SEN_People__212 SMJesus for the little girl in my arms, and the fact that He loved her more than I did.

Suddenly I pictured an African woman, cradling her baby in her arms as I cradled mine. Shushing and soothing her, hoping for the best for her sweet baby; all while living in fear of angry spirits 
that do not love or want the best for her child. Perhaps one day, because of what I was doing now, she would be able to have that same hope for her child that I had. I put my sleepy baby back in bed and marched back to the computer, thankful that God graciously gave me another reason to focus, even though the first should have been enough.

The image of that woman and her child came back to me many times while we were down in OK. “What are you doing here?” I’m here because God wants me here. “You’re not even good at this.” God can use whatever I give to Him. “Why are you putting yourself through this?” Because I have hope, and I want her to have the chance at it too.

Michael & Stacy

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New prayer cards are hot of the presses.

Posted by Michael and Stacy Creech in Uncategorized on Oct 19th, 2014 | Comments Off

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New Prayer Cards!

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Worth Offering.

Posted by Michael and Stacy Creech in Uncategorized on Oct 11th, 2014 | 2 Comments »
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Kelsey, Movin to Africa please pray.

“Please pray for us – We’re going to Africa”. That was the prayer card that our eldest made after she’d been watching daddy work on our most recent prayer card. We smiled as we looked at it together, and thought about how adorable it was that she was copying her dad.

But lately I’ve gotten to thinking about her prayer card, and why we are asking people to pray. Is it because Africa is dangerous, or difficult to live in, or an unpleasant place to be? Some of those things may be a bit true, at least from a Westerner’s perspective, but I’m thinking it has less to do with Africa then it has to do with us.

I think about our recent adventures in OK. And even the rest of our training as a whole. I feel like God has given me a beautifully stretching opportunity to see myself these past couple of years. To see strengths and see weaknesses. To see even just a little bit of the ugliness that can come out when I am put into situations that I may not like so much. Times where I realize that I have nothing to offer anyone… in myself. And then He steps in and whispers, “You have Me. Lean on Me. Offer Me and you won’t be disappointed.”

And sometimes, just like that, it’s like a light bulb and I go, “Of course! Why didn’t I think of that?!” And other times I am a bit stubborn and want to keep going at it, so He lets me push a little past the end of myself, and I finally give up. But He doesn’t. He’s there as I give in.

That’s when I get to see the beauty that happens when I surrender myself to Him. I see His strength in my weakness, and I once again stand in awe of the gracious, faithful God that I serve! He provides in my need, and I can rest in the security of knowing that He can, will, and does use me!

We too often fool ourselves into thinking that we can fix everything by ourselves if we try hard enough, when the truth is: He is the one who will change the lives of those we seek to reach, and in the process, He is changing our lives!


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Oklahoma is more than OK… for now.

Posted by Michael and Stacy Creech in Uncategorized on Aug 6th, 2014 | Comments Off

My fellow Texans may understand the distaste I have had  most of my life for the upside down hat that sits atop of Texas’ head. Oklahoma may just be so conveniently close that it became an easy rival? In the case of college football there are clearly defined rivalries… but I never really followed college football (yeah, I said it). Growing up there were influences around me that taught me that Oklahoma was the bad guy… but I was never too sure why. Now that I have grown older you may think I could simply drop this silliness and admit that Oklahoma is ok, maybe even more than just ok (pun intended). That would probably be the case if I didn’t have to drive through Oklahoma anytime I want to visit Texas. I mean, do they really need to put stop lights on the interstate and use it as the main road for countless little towns with countless little tobacco shops? Seriously it’s effectively increasing the last hour of my drive into the last TWO hours!

Alas, by the end of next week, for the next 7 weeks I will live in Oklahoma. And if you can keep a secret, I would maybe even tell you that part of me is really looking forward to it. The why, it turns out, has everything to do with it. Last semester Stacy took an advanced linguistics course that taught how to identify and analyse patterns in languages, which will greatly aid us as missionaries to West Africa in the future. That portion of the course was primarily all desk and book work. Starting next week, everything theoretical will become practical as she and her classmates will sit down with Cherokee language helpers and begin analyzing a language they have never heard before. It excites me not only because I am very proud of my wife, but because we are convinced this is the next step that God has for us as he continues to draw us into foreign missions. If that is true, then it means God himself wants me in Oklahoma.

So I hope your doing great OK, I look forward to seeing you next week.



While Stacy and the other linguistics students slave away at learning the Cherokee language, I get to assume the familiar role of the cook… and yes this Texan is bringing his smoker.

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Creech(er) Feature May 2014

Posted by Michael and Stacy Creech in Uncategorized on May 23rd, 2014 | Comments Off

               We are going to AFRICA!

Since we were married we have known we wanted to be a part of foreign missions. For 5 1/2 years working at the Bible School was the primary way we not only stayed connected to missions, but also how we invested our lives into training future missionaries. We absolutely loved our time serving in Waukesha, but there was always the lingering question: Will it ever be us, will we ever be the ones going?

God’s timing is certainly better than our own, and his leading has been patient and loving.

With all that said, we are thrilled to share with you that we have been approved, and are officially headed to the field of West Africa!  We do not yet know the specific country we will end up serving in full time, however we are trusting God’s loving hand to continue guiding us along the way. What we do know is that we will first move to the Country of Senegal (the western most country in Africa) to begin learning language and culture with the aid of a local church.


We will still be in training next semester as we move to Oklahoma for seven weeks.Stacy will be studying Cherokee, putting in to practice all the linguistics principles she worked so hard on understanding this semester. After that it will be back to Missouri to end out the semester studying Greek, which will be more than handy when studying for lessons and Bible translation many years down the road. Our goal, after completing the training is to be in Africa within one year (January 2016).


If we are honest there are some anxieties and unknowns that take our attention at times, however those are certainly in the midst of much joy and celebration of God’s faithfulness, and leading. Even though we are broken, imperfect people, God still desires to use  us to take his good news to the ends of the earth!



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Creech(er) Feature!

Posted by Michael and Stacy Creech in Uncategorized on Feb 25th, 2014 | Comments Off

Yes, after many years of refusing to give our prayer letter a quirky title I finally gave in to peer pressure… Hey everyone else is doing it, right?

You can check out the “exciting” version with images Right Here.

Below is the slightly less exciting plain text version:


Dear friend,

Hello again from Missouri! Until part way through last semester, we thought we would be settling back into Wisconsin right now. As it turns out, we get to “miss out” on another Wisconsin winter.

When we started the training program we were always planning on going through the three semester program. Then we started hearing about the Linguistics course (an extra semester and a half where you dig into the nitty gritty of breaking down language so that you can more effectively learn, write and translate in it). It sounded fascinating, but it also sounded like another large chunk of time, and that wasn’t that appealing. Given the health problems that my (Stacy’s) dad was experiencing at the time, we didn’t think it would be wise to take that time out, not knowing how much time we would have together. We went back and forth on whether we should stay for the learning opportunity, and eventually settled on, “Unless God makes it clear that we need to go back to Missouri, we’ll plan not to.” And that was that.

Then, last semester happened. During my dad’s last days on earth we were all together as a family in Wisconsin. It was a blessed, difficult, stretching time for us as a family, and though they were hard, we wouldn’t trade them for anything. It was hard to say goodbye, despite knowing that for us, the separation isn’t for forever. After the memorial service we came back down to MTC and finished up our graduating semester.

We had missed some classes while we were in Wisconsin, that we needed to make up. There were a few different options available, but one of the simplest was for us to come back this semester, allowing me to do Linguistics while Michael made up the classes that we missed. So here we are, preparing for another semester… a semester that we were not planning for (but God was).

Please pray for us as we begin this next little “detour” on our journey:

  • Pray for our family as we continue to adjust to the loss of a dearly loved husband/father/grandfather. God is good even in the face of grief, but it can still be hard.
  • Pray for Stacy’s mind to stay sharp – Linguistics is known to be a challenging class
  • Pray for our kids – that we would model Christ for them, and their hearts would continually be softened to Christ.
  • Pray for us as we work on lots of paperwork to be accepted to a field. Hopefully we will be sharing where God is taking us soon!
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“Seeking after a person.”

Posted by Michael and Stacy Creech in Uncategorized on Jan 12th, 2014 | Comments Off

Two of the best "common graces" to enjoy: Books & Coffee.

With last semester now behind us I (Michael) am enjoying something that I have not had in quite some time: My own personal reading schedule. Don’t get me wrong, the reading I have done for classes has been great. There is just something to be said of reading books of your own desire. A few years ago I noticed that I would begin reading three or four books all at the same time and never finish any of them. To remedy this I created my reading queue. I would force myself to only read one book at a time, with books of interest lining up behind it on a shelf. After eyeing up and rearranging my book queue for the past 6 months I may have jumped the gun a little… and am currently reading three books.

The good news however is that I have also completed one. “The Hole in Our Holiness” by Kevin DeYoung. One observation he makes that I thoroughly enjoyed is that “We must always remember that in seeking after holiness we are not so much seeking after a thing as we are seeking after a person.” -Kevin DeYoung (pg. 123)

That person of course is Jesus. 1 Corinthians 1:30 says “God has united you with Christ Jesus. For our benefit God made him to be wisdom itself. Christ made us right with God; he made us pure and holy, and he freed us from sin.”(NLT) If we have been united with Christ, if He has made us pure and holy separating us from sin, then why would the idea of personal holiness be a cold and ridged ideal better left to unrelatable theologians?

Seeking holiness is not about who can hold fast to a bunch of boring rules. No, seeking holiness is about growing to know the creator of life. Wouldn’t He be the one who knows how it works best?


     Insert the obligatory “Oh, but Christians are boring party poopers.” argument here. Next post, I just may write about it.

Extra Credit: With the idea of seeking holiness in Christ in mind, read John 17

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Keep Running

Posted by Michael and Stacy Creech in Uncategorized on Nov 12th, 2013 | Comments Off

When I was a little girl, I watched my dad, and I had no difficulty in seeing that the most important thing in his life was following Jesus. I also knew that after Jesus, he cared about his family more than anything. He was my hero, living in the jungle, teaching people about Jesus, and when I grew up I wanted to be just like he and my mom.

Although he was very busy with his teaching and lesson preparations for the Loko believers, he always made teaching us a priority. My dad taught me how to live, and not just live, but live a life that is glorifying to God.

He taught me about God the Father’s love, as I saw his love for each of us. He taught me about God’s greatness as we would look up at the stars together, and marvel at the One who made them. He taught me how to step out of my comfort zone as he encouraged me to try new things and not get too hung up on failures. He taught me about priorities by willingly following the Lord when he believed that God was directing him to go overseas.

A few years ago, we found out dad had cancer. He went through an extremely difficult radiation treatment and, to our joy, it seemed as if the cancer was gone. This January he went back in to see the dr, and they discovered that the cancer was back. My mom was with us in Missouri welcoming her 6th grandchild into the world and when we got the news, she and I were fairly devastated.

I’m sure it was hard for my dad to hear as well, but honestly I can’t even really remember him complaining or mourning about his situation. He loved Jesus. He believed that whatever God allowed in his life could be used to grow his faith, and bring him closer to his Lord. Once again, he was my hero. Once again, he was teaching me how to live.

A little over a month ago I got a call from my family. It was a Thursday afternoon. My brother told me that they had been to see the dr. and had been told that there was nothing more medically that they could do for dad. They thought I should get up there as soon as possible. Michael booked a ticket for Brynn and I to fly up on Saturday.

After a long, draining trip (Brynn wasn’t too fussy, just loud), I walked into my dad and mom’s room, and tried not to burst into tears. My dad was on a rented hospital bed. He looked up at me and smiled… and I lost the battle with my tears. Dad’s smile has always made me feel as if everything is going to be alright.

We didn’t know how much longer we would have all together as a family, so Michael and I decided that he and the older kids should come up after a few days. Days together stretched into weeks. Dad was never a quitter.

On the one hand it was amazing to be together and we were so blessed to be up there. I was thankful to be able to help my mom, hug my dad, hold his hand, watch him smile as we laughed at the different funny sitcoms we would watch late into the night while we were keeping up with his pain meds. The smiles that he and Brynn shared will be precious memories for me even though I know she won’t remember. Her face would light up whenever she got near grandpa, and in return, so did his.

But it was hard. Probably the hardest thing I have ever done. Watching my dad grow progressively weaker was more painful than I could have imagined. There were many times that I begged God to let dad go… not because I wanted to say goodbye, but I didn’t want to see him suffering anymore. Sometimes I felt as if I just had to tell my dad, “Just let go. You don’t have to keep fighting!”

And yet, those words never came out of my mouth. They couldn’t, because my dad was once again teaching me a lesson. It was one that didn’t fully hit me until after he passed away. He believed that God had a purpose for him; that he had a “race to run”. During the month that I was up in Wisconsin, I often thought, “I’m watching dad die.” But a couple of days after he passed away I realized that I wasn’t really right. My dad wasn’t dying… he was living. His body might have been dying, but he chose to live up until the moment that the Lord released him from it.

He wouldn’t quit. He wouldn’t just give up and let the inevitable happen. My dad lived until the very moment that he died. And in doing so, he taught me his final lesson. More than teaching me how to die, dad once again taught me how to live. How not to give up, even when suffering is at its worst. How to trust the Lord, and cling to His goodness, even when you don’t fully understand what He’s doing.

I can no longer read 2 Tim. 4:7,8 without thinking of dad…  “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day—and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing.”

My dad is my hero. Because he has always pointed me towards his hero.

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Challenging Implications (video)

Posted by Michael and Stacy Creech in Uncategorized on Sep 13th, 2013 | Comments Off

Challenging Implications from Creech Updates on Vimeo.

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