Could Be A Carpet Bagger

Well since we last spoke some major changes have taken place.  I felt like my job was finished in the small northern Ohio town.  So we left people we loved and those who were tired of us, a mostly successful ministry to journey into the Old South.  In fact it is the place where the slaves were sold and the war was fought over it.  We now live on one of the Sea Islands of South Carolina.  Part Southern and part Slave culture.  The Southern culture is highbrow.  Mansions with oak trees covered in Spanish moss.  Kind of a snobbery exists on the downtown streets and in the parlors of the mansions on the point.  The Slave culture or Gullah roots has turned into a slave to the now black culture.  But on the average, people are people.

The place I have come to work in is a whole world of difference away from Ohio.  Many people here are welcoming and friendly but they seem closed up.  Willing to be cordial and hospitable but not open.  There are many transfers like me, northerners who come for the weather and the beauty of this fine fort.  By the way the name of the town is Beaufort pronounced “boe,” not “bue” (except in South Carolina)—is a French name that means “handsome” or “great” or “strong,” as in a fortress.  People seem to have taken the name of the town and set up their own little fortresses.  

Those transplants who come from north of the mason-dixion line are treated with suspect.  Kind of like the carpet-baggers of times gone by.  But it seems as though they relax this mistrust with time.  
Time will tell!  
I will keep on trusting God for direction and how to do His work in this beautiful place.  May God's will be done and His plans be fulfilled.

I write again soon!
Y'all be blessed!