By Cora Taylor

He fell ill with rheumatic fever after 1 1/2 years, and his doctor ordered him to leave that cold climate and move to a desert. We left our new believers, took our baby [Carleen] and some bags, and moved to Tucson, Arizona. With a car he was able to get around, and he founded a church from a Sunday School Union group. Today it is a good-sized missions-minded church, praise the Lord.
After four years or more of pastoring in the desert, his condition improved. The burden for missions was heavy on his heart, and he preached himself out of the pulpit. After training with New Tribes Mission at Fouts Springs, California, we arrived in Brazil in August 1949. While living in the state of Sao Paulo, he helped found the Sao Paulo Bible School. Several students from this school wanted missionary training, so Peniel Bible was begun in 1956.
Carl was the father of our [Carleen, Calvin, Beth, and Hudson] children, all of whom are missionaries with New Tribes Mission. His prayer was that all eighteen grandchildren would become missionaries [this was written in 1990, and in the last 19 years, many, many more have become missionaries] with the New Tribes Mission. HIs prayer was that all eighteen grandchildren would become missionaries.
The older he became, the more Carl drove himself to take part in every conference and to challenge people for missions. He wanted to "die with his shoes on," and that is what he did.
The morning of his death on November 11, 1989, during his devotions he marked several verses in Jeremiah. One of these was 29:11 which says, "For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end [also another translation reads "future and a hope"]. God took him unto Himself, and He promised me grace; that he has given.
One of our missionaries came by the house late one night after the funeral and was impressed by the comfort the Lord has given me. She returned to her home in Sao Paulo, and the next morning over the telephone she was telling a friend of my tremendous peace and comfort. They were shocked to hear a man's voice enter into the conversation; he said he was sorry to interrupt, but he just had to know where that peace and comfort came from. He was a repairman and was on a telephone pole fixing a telephone line. That man ended up making the Lord to be his Savior and even prayed up there where he was, praising God for eternal life.

