I don’t know how you would rate it, but from the point of view of those who serve you at the Global Ministry Center in Conway, the 2023 BMA National Meeting was a great success. But even more important, God was honored. 

Since I began attending national meetings ten years ago, they have always seemed like family reunions. I enjoy seeing and catching up with friends. I love getting to know new pastors and their wives. I’m encouraged by the commissioning service. But I will look back on this meeting as my favorite, probably because I’m a little biased. 

You see, the people of Antioch are my church family and have been my entire life, more than five decades. But I didn’t attend with my parents. Early on, it was my church family who were the hands and feet of Jesus to a little girl who walked to church. They taught me, they made sure I was involved in GMA, and they pointed me to Jesus. 

At GMA meetings I began to understand what it meant to be a missionary and that I was also called to be one. I learned that my church was part of an association that was all about God’s mission and sending missionaries. Just like many of you, I memorized their names and locations, and decades later when I began serving the BMA and saw Jerry Kidd walking through the building, I was starstruck. My daughters, also GMA girls, had the same reaction.

So grateful to God for my BMA family.  

We were very encouraged by those of you who took the time to visit us, tour the Global Ministry Center and, in many cases, meet us for the first time. An added bonus was certainly the presence of our American missionaries and a dedicated time to meet them. As James Schoenrock told me, “Our missionaries added great flavor to the conference. It was a blessing to see them in one space.” 

At one point during the missionary meet-and-greet, I stopped for a moment to take a mental picture of the scene and very nearly lost my cool, becoming emotional at the thought of the great sacrifice of our missionaries and their dedication to sharing the gospel. Instead of giving in to tears, I just thanked God for their calling and willingness to go. 

We are a relatively small association of churches, but our seventy-three-year missionary legacy has borne fruit in sixty-five of the world’s countries through our ChangeMakers. In languages we can’t speak, they share the gospel, make disciples, plant churches, and multiply. 

What a blessing to be part of sending missionaries in the U.S and to the world through BMA Global. 

By Former Missionary to Taiwan Dale Thornton

God’s guiding providence is manifested in all things from the creation in Genesis 1:1 to the Second Coming of Christ in Revelation 22:17. And so I stand in awe of the PROVIDENCE of God when I think about the life of my friends, Jack and LaTrell Bateman. God’s intentional and unwavering providence always brings glory and honor to Himself, and so it was in the life of Jack and LaTrell. This is the story of the unfolding of God’s providence in their lives.

Jack’s Harrowing Early Life

It was no accident that an American soldier, Sgt. John William Bateman, was stationed in north China. God providentially led him to marry a young Chinese-Mongolian woman, sir name Liu. They soon had three children, Jimmy, Jack and Sally. Sadly, Sgt. Bateman came down with TB and died, leaving his wife a widow with three small children. How could she survive and support her little family in those difficult times in north China? But God had already worked that out. She moved in with her parents and her seven sisters, and they lived in that Chinese home.

God had providentially placed Jack in the ideal environment to equip him for his future work as a missionary to the Chinese people: He learned the beautiful mandarin language of north China; he learned the customs and culture of China; and, Jack might say most important, he learned to love the food of China.  

As the children grew older, however, Ms. Bateman couldn’t provide for all of the children’s needs, particularly their education. Since the children were American citizens, the American Legion in Tientsin began providing financial assistance because Japan had invaded and taken control over all of north China. The Japanese gave food rations to the Chinese, including their mother, but since the three Bateman children were American citizens they received no rations. It was at that time God led a Methodist missionary in Tientsin, a former army nurse who was associated with the American Legion, to send them to the Methodist mission school in Tai-an, Shan-tong Province in northeast China. They were at the Methodist mission school for a year.  

While there they became acquainted with John Blalock, a single Baptist missionary. God led him to take care of the children, so they lived with him almost two years. But life became impossible for American missionaries in Japanese-occupied China, so missionary Blalock received permission from the Japanese to leave the country. The children’s mother also gave him permission to take the children out of China, first to the Philippines, an American territory, and then on to America. However, God had other plans.

They arrived in Manila, the Philippines, on November 2, 1941. With the help of a Chinese businessman and his wife, they soon were able to rent a small apartment. However, on December 7, 1941, the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor and simultaneously attacked the Philippines. By the end of December 1941, all U. S. Soldiers had retreated from Manila to take a stand on Bataan Peninsula and on Corregidor. Soon the Japanese appeared at their apartment door to take them into custody.  They were then taken to their internment camp on the campus of the University of Santo Tomas. 

It was truly a bleak outlook for the future missionary. All the prisoners spent the next three years and one month on an almost starvation diet. Many died under those harsh conditions. But God had instilled in Jack an instinct for survival. He witnessed the horrors of disease, starvation and mistreatment of prisoners.  But by the grace of God he was assigned to kitchen duty and able to scrape the large pots where they cooked the rice to get extra nourishment before washing them. Later on, as they got more desperate for food, he used an old black steer to plow up the baseball field and planted sweet potatoes. 

At the same time, in Lubbock, Texas, God was preparing the second member of His missionary team.  

Latrell’s God-Honoring Early Life

Emily LaTrell Johnson had a rich spiritual heritage. Her Great Great Grandfather Haliburton had organized eleven Baptist churches in west central Tennessee. Her parents and grandparents were godly Christians and her family worshiped faithfully at Central Baptist Church in Lubbock, TX.  

It happened when she was almost ten. Her Sunday school teachers had taught her “the old, old story of Jesus and His love.” One Sunday after Pastor Welch preached, she felt he was preaching just to her, and that night as she lay in her bed she thought, “What if the house burns down? I would go to hell!  The devil really gave her a working over that night. He said, “There’s lots of gods in the world, lots of religions.” But she said to the devil, “Only Jesus died for me. All those others are false.”  

So she said, “Jesus, if you’ll have me, I give myself to you.” 

The next Sunday she joined the church and was baptized.  And ever since that day the one thing LaTrell was certain about was that she had been saved by the grace of God.

She was almost ten when she was saved, and God began to providentially work in her life so she would be His witness to the Chinese people. At the age of thirteen her social studies teacher showed a film about the Second World War against the Japanese in Asia. Here is LaTrell’s reaction to that film in her own words: 

“The flame throwers were pointing to the place where the Japanese were hiding and shooting and a Japanese soldier ran out all aflame and he finally fell. I thought, ‘He’s burning now, but he’s going to burn forever because he’s never heard about Jesus. But how can he be saved when he’s never heard?’ I had never seen an oriental, a real oriental, in my whole life. So I said, ‘Somebody’s got to tell those people about Jesus.  Somebody’s got to go!’”  

So that thirteen year old surrendered her life to be the one to go and tell them about Jesus. She was so determined in her commitment that she would pull her eyes up so they would be slanted like the Chinese to be able to fit in when she went to China. And if you look at a lot of her pictures, you would swear that her eyes were indeed slanted like the Chinese!

Her call and commitment was also shown in her determination to learn the Chinese language:  

“That summer, at the end of the semester, a paper came to my desk. A Chinese lady, a student in Texas Tech – she already had her doctor’s degree – and was offering lessons in the Chinese language over the summertime. So when I got that paper, something hit my heart, before I even turned it over, that “THIS IS IT!” So I signed up and went to those classes all summer and then she (the teacher) went back to Shanghai,  another discouraging turn of events. Once again I had no teacher. 

“Then the pastor’s son went to Jacksonville College for his last year of high school. And when he came home for Christmas, he said, “I’ve found you a teacher! I’ve found you a real live Chinaman!” He was talking about Jack. And he said, “In February they’re going to have a Bible conference. You’ve got to come.” So I went with the Birdwells to the Bible conference and I got to meet Jack.” Once again things were looking up! God had not abandoned His plans for a future missionary team. 

“After meeting Jack, we corresponded.  I was in my last year of high school. Jack, however, was sick enough to die at that time with tuberculosis. Finally they found a hospital in San Antonio for him. He had his brother send him two books on Chinese language and he sent me one and kept one and I sent him the lessons that I did trying to learn to read and write Chinese . . . I learned quite a bit and corresponded with him while he was in the hospital.”

“I graduated from high school at the same time he got out of the hospital, all roly-poly. The only medicine they could give Jack was food.  He just ate until he got fat, and his tuberculosis was gone. Then in September of 1948 God led LaTrell, THE GIRL WITH THE MISSIONARY HEART, to attend Jacksonville College. “At the college I sat with him during the meals so I could learn some Chinese words. We walked across the campus together and ate together and I learned a phrase here and a word there.”

“Then one day Jack said, ‘Okay.  If I’m going to China and you’re going to China, let’s team up.’ Well now, the Lord said, ‘Go to China.’ But He didn’t say a word about teaming up with anybody or getting married. So I said, ‘No!’ He started asking me right away. That was September of the 1948 school year until September of the next year – his proposals were like a broken record.” Then one day I was in my room praying and the Lord caught my attention and spoke to me – well you can’t explain how the Lord speaks – but anyway I realized, yes, I should marry Jack and go to China with him.

“The next time we walked to church and came back, before we got to the dorm the broken record was still going – every day, every day, every day, every day, marry me, marry me, marry me, marry me. But that day I said,‘Yes!’ That hushed him up. So we got to the girls’ dorm and he said, ‘What did you say?’ I said, ‘Yes.’ That was September of 1949. Then in June of 1950 we were married. When I first brought Jack home, my parents were in utter shock because I had never dated a boy of any kind, and now I was bringing a Chinaman home. But they just took him in and babied him and he became one of the family, truly an example of God’s love and grace and providence at work.” 

Their Two for God walk that began in 1950 lasted sixty-four plus years.  John was born in the states before they went to Taiwan. Paul was born shortly after they arrived in Taiwan and soon the Two for God became Seven for God as Mark, Ann, and Bruce followed in quick succession.  As a personal, first-hand observer of their life together for fifty-five of those sixty-four years, I can vouch for the fact that their love, devotion and faithfulness to God and to one another, never waned or wavered. 

Their Providential Life

This story is just the beginning of God’s providence in the life of Jack and LaTrell Bateman. They were the third missionary couple to go as BMAA missionaries in that newly organized association of churches: 

First Bro. and Mrs. Harold Morris to Brazil 

Then Bro. and Mrs. Z. T. Rankin to Japan 

Jack and LaTrell Bateman left for Taiwan in 1953 where they served for almost forty years.  

Their missionary legacy is in all the souls saved, lives changed, and young missionaries mentored. Only eternity will tell of the many who know Christ because of their surrendered lives.

While in the process of opening a hospital in Honduras, pregnant women often asked Bobby Bowman to deliver their babies there even before it was ready. Compared to the conditions under which most women had to give birth, it was at least clean and sterile, so medical staff agreed to do so.

One of those mothers arrived at the hospital one day with labor pains and said to Bowman, “I have a story to tell you, doctor. The baby I had before this one died because I wasn’t able to take care of him and give him enough nutrition. I can’t provide for this baby either, so can you take it and raise it?”

Obviously a shocking question for him since Bobby was 48, and Ruth was 50, he told her he would have to consult with his wife. The girl’s pains had stopped, so  she left to stay with a friend nearby until labor began again.  

Four days later she returned, this time in active labor, and Bobby delivered the baby, a boy, on June 1, 1984. It was a date Ruth and Bobby would never forget. 

“It was love at first sight,” Ruth said. “Bobby knew my answer without having to ask. Tommy was a wonderful child to us, obedient and good.” Today Tommy Bowman owns a catering business in Arkansas. He and his wife and children live not far from Ruth and Bobby. 

It was a beautiful love story that very nearly didn’t happen except for God’s providence . . .  two young people so far apart in culture, language, geography, and religion meeting in what could only be arranged by God himself. 

Born in 1928 to a Chinese mother and American father, Jack Bateman lived in North China with his parents and two siblings, Jimmy and Sally, until the Japanese invaded in 1937. His father had died three years after Jack was born so Mrs. Bateman lived with her parents and seven sisters and did her best to provide for the children after his death from tuberculosis.

As the children grew older, however, Ms. Bateman had difficulty provide for all the children’s needs, including food and education. Chinese citizens were given food rations, but since the three Bateman children were American citizens they received none. But by the grace of God, the American Legion began providing them financial assistance then God then led a Methodist missionary to send them to a mission school in northeast China.

Then, in another act of providence, God led them to John Blaylock, a single Baptist missionary who agreed to take care of the children and ended up doing so for almost two years. Life in Japanese-occupied China had became dangerous, especially for American missionaries, so Blaylock received permission from Mrs. Bateman to leave the country and take the children out of China, first to the Philippines, an American territory, and then on to America. But God had other plans.

After arriving in Manila, the Philippines, on November 2, 1941, Blaylock and the children lived in a small rented apartment. But on December 7, 1941, the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor and the Philippines. By the end of December 1941, all U.S. Soldiers had left Manila, and soon the Japanese found and took them into custody to a prison camp on the University of Santo Tomas campus. 

Blaylock’s and the children’s futures were uncertain to say the least. Prisoners at Santo Tomas spent the next three years and one month trying to avoid starvation. Many died under those harsh conditions. But God had instilled in Jack an instinct for survival even though he had witnessed the horrors of disease, starvation and mistreatment of prisoners. 

God’s grace continued . . . Fourteen-year-old Jack and other detainees were assigned kitchen duty, which included preparing and cleaning huge pots of tasteless, meager food for the entire camp. That assignment kept him, his siblings, and Blaylock alive. Jack saved the few scrapings left over from each “meal” and shared them with his loved ones. There were just enough peelings, crumbs, and scraps of food to keep them alive for three years and one month.

Their liberation by American soldiers happened just two days before the Japanese carried orders to kill all prisoners.  

Finally they made it to California where he, Jimmy, and Sally lived with a family in California. Jack was saved in 1945 and two years later met high school student Latrell Johnson at a Bible conference. Both had already surrendered their lives to serving the Lord in ministry.

The couple continued to have difficult times even before they arrived in Taiwan, but Jack and Latrell’s optimistic and burdened spirits, their love for the lost, and constant prayer would carry them through as they shared the gospel to the lost people of Taiwan.

In 2020 BMA Missions began a very impactful tradition of honoring our missionaries, both living and deceased, at our national meetings. In 2023 we will acknowledge Bobby and Ruth Bowman and Jack and Latrell Bateman. (The Bateman children will receive their parents’ posthumous award.) Former Missionary and BMA Global President John David Smith, who understands the impactfulness of our retired missionaries, established this award so their legacies would not be forgotten and our entire association can honor their faithfulness to serve . . .

For the ceremony, our production team will create a video, which means researching their lives and ministries to create the narration. Doing so is truly a labor of love as I note the highlights of their service. 

The Batemans and the Bowmans served in very different areas of the world; Asia Pacific (Taiwan) and Central America (Honduras). They encountered different hindrances to the gospel, and reached the lost in different ways, but they had a common heart and willingness to persevere in extremely difficult circumstances.  

There are many stories about these faithful servants that can’t be told in a short video, so I will share some of those that had to be “left on the cutting room floor” so to speak, in the next five months.

The first one is a Christmas story of sorts . . . 

Latrell Bateman was clearly a resourceful woman who had a burden for Chinese after watching a social studies video in high school. She had enrolled in Mandarin classes even before meeting a young Chinese-American man, Jack Bateman, who would later become her husband. After their clear calling to serve the Lord in Taiwan, they arrived in November of 1953. Already a mother herself, she was heavily burdened for children to understand this extremely foreign concept of salvation. So she write home and asked people to send old Christmas cards, especially those “of a religious nature,” she said.

Since there was no Sunday school literature to be found, her idea was to use the Christmas cards, backs torn off, to teach the children. She also requested any cards or Bible pictures for visual aids. People back home responded, and she soon had piles of them!

Latrell used the cards for rewarding attendance and Scripture memory, and children were so proud to receive multiple cards each Sunday. She said, “I don’t use Santa Claus cards or those that glorify Mary too much as other religions do. Most of the cards are blank on the other side, so we stamp a scripture verse there.”

I don’t think I’ll look at a Christmas card the same again!

by Cynthia Atkinson Henderson

My BMA heritage began with William and Minnie Daniel, my great-grandparents in Cushing, Texas. They donated land in town for the church and were charter members. The church was named Landmark and is still at the same location today on Seventh Street. The town of Cushing was established in 1903 and the church soon after. I visited this BMA church with my great aunt Lois Daniel, who was a teacher (and daughter of William and Minnie) and returned for her funeral at the same church in 1998. She passed away at 99 years old and was truly a “walking history book”. I loved listening to her talk about her interesting life and our family history. 

When I was five, Mama felt I should be going to church, and because she was familiar with the BMA, she had Daddy drive me to Sunday school most Sunday mornings to the only BMA church in Liberty, Jefferson Drive. Daddy gave me a quarter for the offering and picked me up when Sunday school was over. My first pastor in 1956 was Donald White, and his wife Norma taught my Sunday school class. 

Fifteen years later my pastor, Mack Vinson, attended the annual Bible conference in Jacksonville and “happened” to sit beside a young man named John Henderson. They talked awhile, and Bro. Vinson told John that he knew a quiet, unassuming young lady in his church who would be just right for him. He gave John my address and in 1970 we began corresponding by snail mail then talking on the phone long distance a few times for a few minutes.

We finally met in person at a youth meeting on a Sunday afternoon at Providence in Livingston, which happens to be the church where we were members for twelve years before John’s current pastorate. For our first date, we met at the Indian reservation between Livingston and Woodville, Texas. I prepared a picnic lunch and included some deviled eggs. John still remembers to this day how good they were. His mother made them with mustard and I had always made deviled eggs with mayonaise and he liked mine best. We never told his mother that he preferred mine. 

This is my BMA heritage, and it began with land donated by my great-grandparents for a new little church named Landmark Baptist Church in a new little East Texas town named Cushing. When Mama felt my need for church, I am so thankful the Lord put this BMA history in her mind and the desire to involve me in it. She had no idea at the time the blessings to come for the next 65 years. One very special blessing was that God brought John and me together through this association of churches. We grew up in the BMA about 150 miles apart and after 50 years of marriage, we are still in the BMA and John pastors Damascus Missionary Baptist Church in Corrigan, Texas.