On the Road: A Profile of Domestic Missionaries
On a rainy morning in 1984, Gene Breitenbach and his wife Lynn were excited to put what they packed the night before into the
back of a small used car they borrowed from Lynn’s father. A guitar, an electronic-piano, two pillows, several literary and science fiction novels, and two Bibles. Three months before, Gene Breitenbach, 23, had married Lynn Mather, 24, after graduating from West Washington University. Six months before that, while attending the same university, the soul mates had found their life cause—travelling as Christian
pastors.
Gene started the car. It was a white Ford Hornet. The interior of the car smelt like a cup of fresh herbal tea. A stream of sunlight shot through the gap of leaves and down on the worn-out brown leather of the seat, making the color paler. Lynn closed her eyes and began to pray. A
smile lingered on her face. They were heading for their first destination—Central Washington University—150 miles away from their hometown of Bellingham in Washington State. After driving 80 miles, the car broke down.
“It was the only awful moment in our 20-year trip,” Lynn recalled.
back of a small used car they borrowed from Lynn’s father. A guitar, an electronic-piano, two pillows, several literary and science fiction novels, and two Bibles. Three months before, Gene Breitenbach, 23, had married Lynn Mather, 24, after graduating from West Washington University. Six months before that, while attending the same university, the soul mates had found their life cause—travelling as Christian
pastors.
Gene started the car. It was a white Ford Hornet. The interior of the car smelt like a cup of fresh herbal tea. A stream of sunlight shot through the gap of leaves and down on the worn-out brown leather of the seat, making the color paler. Lynn closed her eyes and began to pray. A
smile lingered on her face. They were heading for their first destination—Central Washington University—150 miles away from their hometown of Bellingham in Washington State. After driving 80 miles, the car broke down.
“It was the only awful moment in our 20-year trip,” Lynn recalled.