Never a dull moment with Lonnie Rex
Known as “God's Humanitarian Ambassador to the World,” Dr. Rex will celebrate his 88th Birthday on Wednesday, May 11, 2016
By Dan Wooding, Founder of the ASSIST News Service
SPRING, TX (ANS – May 9, 2016)
– Dr. Lonnie Rex, who has been called “God’s Humanitarian Ambassador to
the World,” is a friend who first introduced me to Mother Teresa, sent
me on a reporting assignment to Nigeria, the land of my birth, where I
was arrested and briefly imprisoned, and almost got me fired from my job
on a London tabloid.
Lonnie,
who on Wednesday, May 11th, celebrates his 88th birthday, is a quite
extraordinary man. Few have achieved what God has enabled him to
accomplish in his lifetime.
And
it hasn’t been easy for him, especially because, as a young boy, he was
stricken with Polio. His life was in the balance and he was not
expected to live.
“However,”
said Hugh Holmes Morgan in a story about him, “his parents’ prayers
touched the heart of God to spare his life and he lived to overcome this
physical challenge with his faith in God.
“Through
the preaching of his father, the Rev. Dr. Robert L. Rex, Lonnie’s heart
was captured by the story of the lad who willing gave his lunch to
Jesus that his mother had prepared for him of five barley loaves and two
small fish. Jesus blessed the loaves and fish and fed 5,000 men,
notwithstanding the women and the children.
“That
story became Lonnie’s burning desire to give what he had to Jesus, and
became the motivating force in the extensive ministries God gave him
over many years of humanitarian service around the world.
“For
many years he served some well-known American evangelists in their
ministries through tent crusades, large auditoriums, radio and
television.”
I
first became acquainted with Lonnie Rex, who founded the David
Livingstone Foundation with offices in Tulsa, Oklahoma, and the David
Livingstone Missionary Society in Glasgow, Scotland, when in 1975, I
received a phone call from him at the London-based newspaper where I was
working.
Lonnie
said he had heard about my journalism and wondered if I might be free
to travel to India and Bangladesh to report on his work there, and then
added, “I would also like you to go to Calcutta to interview Mother
Teresa, who is a good friend of our work.”
I
managed to get a couple of weeks off from my job, and headed off to
India with a colleague of Dr. Rex, and travelled through India, and
before going to Bangladesh, where he had a hospital, I went by train to
Calcutta to interview the extraordinary lady who has been called “The
Saint of the Gutters.”
When
Mother Teresa first came into the tiny room at her Missionaries of
Charity headquarters, where we were to conduct the interview, I soon
realized that that although she was small in stature -- she stood only
4-foot-11-inches -- she was a giant to the have-nots of life that she
ministered to during her six decades on the subcontinent of India, as
well as others around the world.
Her friends were the starving, the dying, and the poor.
As
a then young and learning-on-the job reporter, I immediately warmed to
this gentle woman who went on to win the Nobel Peace Prize, for she had
seen more poverty than anyone I had ever met. Speaking in the founding,
festering slum where she made her simple home, I was surprised to hear
her express pity for the “poverty-stricken West.”
“The
spiritual poverty of the Western World is much greater than the
physical poverty of our people,” she told me, as the fan whirred above
us, vainly trying to alleviate the unbearable heat of that Indian city.
Emptiness
“You,
in the West, have millions of people who suffer such terrible
loneliness and emptiness. They feel unloved and unwanted. These people
are not hungry in the physical sense, but they are in another way. They
know they need something more than money, yet they don't know what it
is.
“What they are missing, really, is a living relationship with God.”
It
turned out to be one of the most moving interviews I had ever
conducted, but that was not the end of my relationship with Lonnie Rex,
as the next assignment he sent me on turned out to be rather scary. I
had been traveling around Kenya for him, when I got a message saying
that he would like me to go onto Nigeria, the land of my birth, to
report on a “converted witch doctor” who was said to be running an
orphanage there. (Sadly, he turned out to be fake.)
As
I had left Nigeria a young boy in 1942, and had never been back, I was
really excited to be going “home” and, as I boarded the Ethiopian
Airlines jet from Nairobi to Lagos, my mood changed as soon turned sour
and quite dangerous for me at the immigration desk.
I
handed my British passport to the immigration official, which happened
to have “journalist” posted inside it, and he began to become angry. At
that time, I hadn’t realized that Nigeria was in dispute with the UK
over a former president now living in Warwick, England, who they wanted
to put on trial in Nigeria, and so the man promptly told me to follow
him, and open up a cell door at the airport, and pushed me inside.
I
tried to protest, saying, “Why are you doing this to me? I was born in
Nigeria.” But that didn’t appear to matter, as they said they didn’t
want a “British journalist” snooping around their country. The cell had
four Africans, who were bemused that a white man had also joined them.
However, they were really kind to me, and one of them even gave up his
bed to me to try and sleep on.
To
make matters worse, Nigeria, at that time, was publically executing
people on Lagos Beach, and airing it live in “Prime Time” on Nigerian
Television. I certainly didn’t want to be featured being shot on the
beach for all the viewers to see.
After
a terrible night in the cell, I was called before the Chief Immigration
office and informed that I was being deported back to the UK. I was
then frog-marched across the tarmac, a rifle in my back, and put on a
flight back to Gatwick Airport, just outside of London. My wife, Norma,
was shocked when I called her from the airport and shared what had
happened.
My
case was raised in the British House of Commons by Bill Molloy, the
Labour MP for Ealing North, who condemned my treatment, and then I
called Lonnie at his Tulsa office and gave him the news of my short time
in Nigeria, for which he was horrified.
Still, despite that setback, we remained good friends, and soon I was working for the Sunday People,
a London-based tabloid, and I agree to help Lonnie with publicity work
for the David Livingstone Foundation, and especially their work in
Britain.
But then, a reporter from the infamous News of the World,
called me and said that he had discovered my freelance activities for
the David Livingston Missionary Society, and was planning to “expose” me
in the next edition of the paper.
“Wooding,” he said gleefully, “I’m going to destroy you.” With that he slammed down the phone, and my heart began to race.
I
decided that the only thing I could do was to go and see my news editor
and tell him that I was helping the organization, as I believed in the
humanitarian work they were doing. Amazingly, he told me “not to worry”
as he felt this was just a vindictive action by a rival newspaper, and
although the story did appear, fortunately nothing happened, and I kept
my job.
So,
as you can imagine, I didn’t shed any tears when, in 2006, allegations
of phone hacking began to engulf the newspaper, and eventually led to
its closure by Rupert Murdoch in 2012.
Lonnie
Rex certainly played a huge role in my life for those years I worked
with him, and he became one of my dearest friends, despite some of the
adventures he got me into.
Lonnie
once said, “It has been my passion to raise money to feed those who do
not have the strength to cry. That is what drives me day and night.” It
still does!
Thanks Lonnie for all these years of excitement. Around you, there has never been a dull moment.
To check out Lonnie’s autobiography, My Amazing Adventures with God: From Polio and Paralysis to Walking with the Pope, please go to: http://www.lonnierex.com/BOOKSTORE.html.
You can see a video of part of Lonnie Rex’s life at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t2n-4oxwQIg, and if you would like to send Lonnie Rex a birthday greeting, his e-mail address is: lonnierrex@sbcglobal.net and his website is: http://www.lonnierex.com.
Photo
captions: 1) Dan Wooding with Mother Teresa in Calcutta. 2) Lonnie Rex
telling his story on video. 3) Dan in his Lagos prison cell with one of
his African cell-mates. (Photo was smuggled out of Nigeria.) 4) Lonnie
Rex and his wife, Betty, meeting with Pope John Paul II at the Vatican.
5) Lonnie Rex with Mikhail Gorbachev, and his wife, Raisa, in Moscow. 6)
Dan Wooding recording one of his radio shows.
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