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A pastor's eyes are opened to a new community
Ten years ago, Dan Frey, pastor at Gethsemane, Lee’s Summit, Mo., began learning sign language. It was out of necessity; his members wanted their grandchild who was deaf to take confirmation classes.
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“My initial instinct was to give him a piece of paper to read,” says Frey. “But I contacted the [WELS] Mission for the Deaf and Hard of Hearing, and they funded an interpreter for us for a few months.” The group also told Frey about a WELS member in Topeka, Kan., who taught sign language. For ten weeks, Frey drove an hour and a half to Topeka to take classes.
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This opened his eyes to a new community—and a new mission field. "Anywhere you live, there are deaf people,” he says. “I keep noticing them now that I know sign language. Beforehand I just didn’t pay attention.”
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One of the people he noticed was Carrie Cox.
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