Rev. Brent E. Parschauer and Family
Every individual is a universe whose life is beautifully vast and unique. Such has been true of both Brent and Shelly Parschauer. Brent lived in Germany fifteen years and ministered in Hungary, Romania, the Czech Republic, Russia and Poland, all as a young man. He has also visited Luxemburg, Switzerland, Austria, France, Spain, Italy, Portugal and Holland. As a young woman, Shelly ministered in Africa and England. They met at Bible School, courted three years, and were married August 21, 1993. Since then, they have ministered five years in a local church before serving for about seven years under Word of Life as missionaries in Asia, where they served one term.
Presently, Brent and Shelly reside off of the East Coast of Florida together with their three sons. They represent Titus International. Brent is a "modern day itenerant preacher" whose voice is regularly heard in a diversity of churches of like faith. His time is also invested in scheduling tours, to provide a platform for nationals to present their ministry is churches. Brent's favorite pass time is both reading and writing, or spending time with his sons. Shelly enjoys being a creative homemaker. Both are active in their home church. Please pray for them and their ministry.
The Lost Path
Making Contentment a Way of Life
The Lost Path is a book about contentment. It is an easy-to-read book. A pocket-book, one might say. You can read it—front to back—as you ride the bus or fly domestic or sit alone in a lounge waiting for your spouse or child or parent to return from the doctor's office.
In my book I emphasize that contentment emerges, not by the outward stimuli that demand our attention—the hustle of our modern era, the thrills of Hollywood, the pursuit of wealth and fame. Rather contentment emerges when we include in our lives the things that nourish the inner man—simple things like ideas, conversation, a sense of purpose, even books.
I write the following:
As we make our way through life we often come, face to face, with the snarl and bark of the things that thwart us from the path of contentment. Sometimes it's simply a crisis. Other times its loneliness; or it may be stress or a dull routine. Often the feeling that life has no purpose is the culprit, dragging us headlong into boredom, complacency, folly. The nag of redundant thoughts, similar to a dull routine, is also prevalent. The beasts are everywhere—yapping, nipping, barking.
Making contentment a way of life, then, is difficult. It is like learning to paint or write or play the piano; it requires resolve and a series of new beginnings, like a toddler learning to walk. But the more we aim at it the steadier we become and the less we are swept off our feet by a sudden rush, misled by blind ambition. And it requires discipline, if that is the right word. Not the discipline soldiers or athletes undergo—not the rigor and the pressure and the strain. Rather, it requires the discipline of an artist: the experienced eye and the steady hand sifting through much emotion to create a thing of beauty.
My book consists of 61 pages. To make it reasonable, it is saddle-stitched; yet it has an attractive, full-color, front-cover page. It is brief, appealing, and full of substance.