India Mission Trip – Week 1

I left Houston on the morning of the 12th and flew to Chicago.  While in Chicago I met several passengers who were going to be aboard my Air India flight to Frankfurt.  Included in those I met was a pastor from St. Louis, MO who was going visit pastors he supported in Germany.  There were also 2 men and a woman from Calvary Chapel in California, who were going to visit pastors they supported in India.  It was a sweet time of fellowship, each of us going to encourage overseas pastors in their work.

In the past I have flown Lufthansa to India, but this time I was on Air India.  I actually like Air India better, as they offer better leg room, which made the long haul much more pleasant.  I was also intrigued by the external nose camera they had on the plane.  It was fun watching the take off and landing.

I arrived in Delhi at 9PM on Tuesday.  My first stop was a Swine Flu health check station that included a thermal imaging camera and video display that recorded each of us as we got off of the plane.  Once I cleared customs I retrieved my luggage and exited the airport to find Pastor Santhosh waiting for me with a big smile.   We met Pastor Joy Thomas and loaded my luggage in to his vehicle.   They then took me to a nearby hotel.  The hotel was basic, but very comfortable.  Because Diwali (the Hindu festival of lights) was beginning this weekend, there were big flashing lights on my hotel window, so my sleep mask became very necessary.

Wednesday we went to a small village outside of Delhi, where I met Pastor Wilson.  Pastor Wilson runs the Rohini Pentecostal School and Church.  The interesting part of his ministry is its location.  The school and church are located in a village that is 100% Hindu with no Christians; however, all of the students in the school are Hindu, even though it is a Christian school.  The school teaches the students Hindi and English using scripture verses and songs.  Pastor Wilson has found himself having great favor with his Hindu neighbors.  You can see the harvest in the making.  The other memorable thing about Pastor Wilson’s ministry is his daughter Glory.  Glory has a worshipper’s heart and a smile that just radiates from deep within.

We met with a group of about 25 pastors on Wednesday.  We were very delayed due to traffic, so I only was able to speak for about 1 hour and then spent time eating lunch with them.  Chicken curry and rice was the menu for the day.    Wednesday evening I went to the home of Pastor Joy Thomas and his wife.  Pastor Thomas has visited the US on several occasions and will once again be in the US next April.   He currently oversees a great number of churches in eastern India.   We left his house and drove back to my hotel in the dark, because his headlights quit working.

On Thursday we once again went to the village where Pastor Wilson’s church is located.   We had a great conference again with about 25 pastors and ended up having a great time of dialogue and sharing.  The best part of the day came when the Lord gave me the opportunity to minister to these pastors.  As I laid hands on each one, the Lord would give me words for them.  I watched a great number of these men and women begin to weep as the Lord used me to speak deeply into their hearts.   The Lord also gave me a word for Glory, Pastor Wilson’s daughter, to begin writing down the songs that the Lord was putting into her heart and to share them publicly that the body of Christ might be built up.

After returning to Delhi, I spent the evening with Pastor Santhosh and his family.  Pastor Santhosh lives in a small one bedroom apartment with his wife and two children.  He is very benevolent, often sending his resources to the pastors he oversees.  We enjoyed a great meal and fellowship, as I have been communicating with and praying for he and his wife for number of years now.

Since Diwali was getting ready to start the streets of Delhi were very crowded and fireworks were being set off all around my hotel.  Between that and my fear of oversleeping and missing Friday’s flight, I did not sleep very well.

Friday morning, Pastor Santhosh and I headed to Delhi airport to catch a flight to Kochin.  Once we arrived in Kochin, we went to the train station and Santhosh and I caught a train to a city approximately 3 hours away.  We were tired once we arrived, so we rented a room to drop our bags and take a small nap.  I met Pastor Sabu Daniel while I was there.  Pastor Sabu would be our host over the next few days in Kerala.   After catching 2 hours of sleep, Pastor Santhosh and I headed to the train station once again to catch a train back to Kochin, so we could pick up Dr. Blackaby at the airport at 4AM.   This train ride was an experience.  We had “general admission” type tickets and Santhosh convinced the conductors to let us move to a 1st class coach.  So at each stop we would get off run further up the train and try to find an open door on a first class coach.  The train would begin moving, so we would have to jump back on.  The final time we tried this we ended up on what could best be described as a “cattle car.”   It was packed wall to wall people, with people hanging out of the doors, we were in fact barely able to get on the steps.  I pushed my way in and spent the next hour with a man’s hands on my waist, back, and shoulders, with flesh pushed against me from all sides.  My prayer simply was “God if they are going to be pushed against me, let your anointing flow through me and touch some of these lives, because of it..”

We arrived at Kochin at 1:40AM.  I was barely able to get off of the train, because of the crowd and again had to push my way through.   I was very tired having only slept for 2 hours.  So I tried to sleep sitting up, but could not, so finally I laid out on the concrete floor of the train station and got an hours sleep.   We go to the airport right as Dr. Blackaby’s plane landed and a half hour later, Dr. Blackaby appeared….tired, but mobile.

We went to the Kochin train station and caught a 6AM train headed back to the city Santhosh and I had been in the night before.  We arrived shortly after 9AM and stopped by the guest house to change clothes.   Then we jumped into the 3 wheeled cab and drove an hour into the hills.  We went into a very beautiful area full of rubber, banana and coconut trees called Malepolly.   We went to the house of Pastor Sabu and his wife Monemah.  This precious couple has a house church and they have taken watch care over 10 orphan children who have lost one or both parents.   This precious couple blessed us with eggs, toast and coconut milk.   We then began our conference with approximately 20 pastors.  Most of these pastors are young men in their mid to late 20’s.  They are very fiery in their desire to undertake fully the work of the ministry.  We had great discussion and they asked many great questions.   After lunch Dr. Blackaby spoke, even though he had not been to sleep since early Thursday morning.   God gave him the strength and he delivered a great word of encouragement to these pastors.   When he had finished speaking, we laid hands on each pastor and prayed as the Lord gave us words to speak.  Again the words of the Lord brought great strength to these young men.   Then in a very touching gesture, they asked to pray for us.   We sat down and these young men began to pray, the sounds of their prayers roared loudly, then a young pastor from Nepal began to speak and prayed a prayer of favor, boldness and authority over Dr. Blackaby and I.

As evening neared, we headed towards town and were taken to the home of a precious Christian couple.  This couple has a beautiful daughter who faithfully serves as a missionary to Ethiopa.  Their home sits on the banks of one of the rivers and provided a beautiful place of rest.  We watched as local men fished, others washed clothes and others paddled by in their wooden boats.    Dr. Blackaby headed for the nearest bed and bid us farewell for the night, while I also took a short nap.   At around 7:30 Pastor Santhosh and I went to the house of Pastor Sabu Daniel.   There as about 70 people gathered in the courtyard worshipping.   I went inside where I met pastor Santhosh’s mother, father and sister.  Pastor Santhosh’s sister is also the wife of Pastor Sabu Daniel.   Pastor Santhosh asked me to only preach for about 20 minutes, because the public address permit was good until 8PM and the Hindu people would get offended, if we went longer.

I decided to tell the story of Naaman from 2 Kings 5.  As I said the name Yaweh, all of the sudden there was a shrill screaming and a splash as a demon manifested within a man who was standing outside the fence and threw him in the river.   Many jumped up to rush to his aid and Pastor Sabu and others delivered him from the demon.   When I was finished speaking, I prayed for many who were sick and one woman whose marriage was on the verge of divorce.   Several people trembled and wept as I placed my hand on them and prayed.

When I returned to the house where we were staying I found Tom awake…his sleep schedule was definitely not adjusting well.   We talked about the service and then both went to sleep.

Sunday morning after waking up we had tea that was provided by the home owner.   Tom and I spent several hours talking…actually, I think I did all of the talking….I told Tom to remind me to be quiet the rest of the day.   He brought out an interesting observation.  He said you were speaking on a man being healed by immersing himself in a river, and a man was delivered last night as he was thrown into the river.  I had not thought of that and was grateful for the observation.

We walked to Pastor Sabu Daniel’s house for morning worship.   We learned that a man had been struck by car and killed earlier in the morning and that many of the church members were ministering to this man’s family.   I also learned that Pastor Sabu Daniel had written a book, from a dream God had given him.  The book is an interpretation of the dream and it is called “Renaissance.”  Pastor Sabu Daniel will be translating this book into English at some point and I will be very interested to read it.

We ended up with only a handful of people for church, but the presence of God very strong.   Many shared in prayer, song and scripture reading.  Tom spoke on God’s molding and shaping process.   When he was finished, Pastor Sabu led a very fervent prayer over Tom and I that very much echoed the prayer given by the pastor from Nepal the day before.  As he was praying, the Lord gave me a word for Pastor Sabu.   The word dealt with the spirit of revival that has been birthed in this pastor.  The Lord had me describe the outward flow of this revival and how the river in front of his home was a representation.   The Lord also had me liken the effect to the flooded rice patties behind his home.

We spent the afternoon with Pastor Sabu and his family, before returning to the home we were staying in.  We recharged our computers and rested up for our overnight train ride to Madurai.

The train ride to Madurai was a new adventure as well.  Our tickets were for the air conditioned sleeper car.  Tom opted for the top bunk and I took the bottom.  All 6’4″ of me on a 6’1″ bed was pretty amusing.   As we got to Madurai, I hung out the door of the train, looking for Pastor Jesudoss.   He of course, found the whole thing very amusing.

This afternoon, I caught up on the latest happenings with the Jesudoss family since we had last visited.  The big news in the house is the baby that Elishba and Benjamin are expecting in March.

Tonight, we held our first open air crusade meeting.  I spoke for about 40 minutes and then we spent another 45 minutes or so praying for those who came forward.  The man that stuck out in my mind, has a skin disease and is mute…I look forward to the news that he has received healing and the ability to speak.

Lunchbags, luggage and layovers

This past week we were blessed by a family from another local church.  Their pastor is one of my overseers and he had shared our story with his congregation.   They were so moved that they decided to help support our ministry efforts with something we had been seeking for some time…vienna sausages, fruit cups and crackers.   They even supplied the lunch sacks for us to put together ready made meals for the homeless who come across our path.   We had no sooner put them togetherand  prayed over them, when a young man walked in.   He asked if we had work and we told him that we did not.  I asked him if we could pray for him or feed him, but he walked out the door.  I prayed for him as he walked away and almost as soon as I had said “amen”, he reappeared in the door asking if the lunch sacks had food.   This contact allowed us to meet and further minister to Jamyron.

I’m writing this blog post from the international terminal at Chicago O’hare.   Last night’s flight was uneventful, but my hope to get a decent night’s sleep was not so grand.  My room was on the end of the hall near the motel entrance.  I was serenaded by traffic noise, people entering and exiting, and a very amorous couple in the adjacent room.   That’s ok, it should allow me to sleep more on the two overseas flights.  I have a 7 hour layover in Chicago before catching my 4PM flight to Frankfurt, Germany.   Fortunately, this is the longest of my layovers.

God is already doing miraculous work in this trip.  Pastor Santhosh had great difficulty in getting the conferences together in Delhi and Kerala, prompting him to cancel them yesterday.  After an email session that included some options for a more “intimate gathering”, the conferences are back on again and Pastor Santhosh seems to have gotten his second wind.

I will try to post as I have internet access.

Just enough

I have had my upcoming trip to India planned since last year.  The dates were discussed and bantered back and forth…schedules were coordinated.  The only thing that was left was to raise money for airfare and incidental expenses.   This shouldn’t be hard….should it?

I have been watching the airfare slowly creep up as the date drew closer and closer.  Last week I only had $150 towards my airfare and I was at less than 2 weeks until departure.  Yesterday evening (1 week to go, I was still over $200 short).

We had some friends over for dinner last night.  As they left, they slipped some cash into my hand.  $200!!!!  Of course I couldn’t get into the bank until this morning.  I had been watching a series of flights that left Chicago and routed through Germany.  Over the last week those had climbed into the $1,800 range.  Another flight through the UAE had been at $979 for a while, but it didn’t arrive until a day after the other flights and over the weekend it had gone to $3,800.

This morning I awoke and ran to the computer, the money was in the bank.  I had $1,190 to work with.  I jumped on Vayama and boom…the flights through Germany I had been watching, were $1068 round trip.   I booked them and they were confirmed within an hour.  I next booked my round trip from Corpus Christi to Houston.  I had 20,457 frequent flier miles with Continental.  The round trip was 20,000 frequent flier miles and $80 in fees.   I had just enough.

God is good all the time!!!

That’s too easy

This week has been a great time of seeing God work.  Every day, I have had at least one person stop by the church to visit with me.  Some were looking for prayer, others are just trying to figure out who…or what we are.

Today was joyous, as we were getting ready to begin, I saw a woman pushing a stroller coming across the street towards the church.  I recognized this woman as someone we had met at the bus transfer station a few weeks back as we were handing out water.  During that first interaction, Mike had spoken with this woman for nearly 20 minutes.

She entered the door with her 3 year old daughter and we began to interact and I learned that her name was Nellie.  Nellie has been watching us to see if we were going to stay put.  She decided that today was the day she would come to see what we are all about.  Nellie is a hodge podge of religious thought.  She has been influenced by a Pentecostal grandfather, Jehovah’s Witness friend and a myriad of other voices that have generated a great deal of fogginess in her mind about things pertaining to God.  Nellie asked one question that stood out:  “Why is Jesus called the Lamb of God?”  This allowed me to to talk about the perfect sacrifice that was made for all mankind when Jesus gave up His life on the cross.   When I was done explaining this to her, she was so excited, because “she could finally understand.”  Before the morning was over, I gave her a Bible.  She told me this was the first Bible she had ever owned, with the exception of a small Precious Moments Bible she had once had as a little girl.

As we were finishing up today, a man walked in, burdened by some things that were causing him to question whether he was truly ready when this life is over.  This man carries a piece of baggage with him that has weighed him down for 50 years.  Mike shared the message of salvation and forgiveness that is found in Jesus.  This man declared, “that’s too easy!”  Sadly, he could not accept that God would extend grace so freely.   We are praying that God will show Him grace in a powerful and unmistakable way.

I am currently about $300 short of having my India airfare with one week to go.

Setting off explosions

Over the last few months, the Lord has been speaking to us about the importance of praise in bringing down the spiritual walls of the Simplicity – Corpus Christi neighborhood.  So when the opportunity to host The Burn 24/7 was extended, it was a “no-brainer.”

This past weekend, people from a variety of denominational backgrounds came together at 805 S. Staples and for 24 hours, they worshiped, prayed, danced, painted, played and glorified God.   During this time, we had several people come in off of the streets and were able to minister to them.  It was truly a nuclear event in the spiritual environment of this neighborhood.   One of my intercessors said it best:  “Foundations were shaken.”  This weekend was also strategic, because it was exactly 1 year ago that my church voted to release the staff and ministry, so they could afford to keep the church property.  It was that set of events that led to the implementation of the Simplicity vision that God had been birthing in me for a number of months.

Sunday was in my mind, the best worship experience we’ve had at Simplicity since we began in November of last year.  We shared how God had touched our lives throughout the week and during that time I began to look at the banner that had been given to us by one of the worshipers over the weekend.  The Lord prompted me to hand the banner to Brooke and I gave her permission to move throughout the room with that banner to praise Jesus to the best of her 3 year old ability.   The Lord then took me to a song that I had not sang since I was a child…His Banner Over Me is Love.   We sang that song and then the Lord began to write the verses.  Before our time together was done, the Lord had given us 6 or 7 new verses to this song that we sang with great joy.   Our service ended up lasting nearly 2 1/2 hours and yet no one seemed to notice or care.

Yesterday, Mike and I attended a pastor’s prayer retreat in Banquete.  This retreat has become a highlight of my year each year and this year was no different.   The morning speaker came out of the worship time with a word for nearly each one of us.  To Mike and I, he said this:  “Sit in the saddle.”  “All that you are going through is by God’s design, don’t rush the process.”   Throughout the day, God reminded me of the need to be a conduit, not just a cup.  The day ended with 2 intercessors praying over each of us.   The words spoken over me included:  “Courage; a willingness to go where no one else will; the opening of multiple harvest fields unto me; the need for me to have wisdom to manage the resources that God is releasing into my hands; and a prayer of thanksgiving for the resources being released that are not only sufficient, but exceedingly abundant.”

I ended my day by speaking via phone with Pastor Santhosh about our upcoming ministry in Delhi and Kerala.  Pastor Santhosh has been unable to raise the $2,000 necessary to put on the conference he had intended in Delhi, so I had suggested that we invite a handful of leaders for a few days of private meetings.   Santhosh had been praying and fasting over that suggestion and is being led to invite 15 pastors to join us.   We talked about my lack of air travel and fiances, but I assured him that God was going to provide.   It is now 13 days until I leave and the airfare is beginning to creep up, so I know that we are not far from the provision, but this is an exercise in faith and trust.

If you would like to contribute to the India ministry effort, please visit the donation link

Rain and renewal

Yesterday afternoon it was raining pretty heavily. When I am at 805, I always have the front door propped open with a brick, inviting people to come in.

During the rain a man walked in who I have become somewhat familiar with, because I see him walk by almost every day. This man is easily recognized, because he always has a bandanna on.

He said “I need you to pray for me, I’m a crack addict.” He went on to tell me that he had woken up yesterday morning and something was different. He knew he needed to leave the drugs alone and he was asking me to pray for him, because he needed extra strength.

Robert, as I learned his name to be, shared with me his story. He had once been very active in church. He played guitar in worship, served as a deacon and seemed to have it all together until crack cocaine entered his life. Robert has been looking for companionship with the local prostitutes, but he finds it empty and meaningless. He recently became a grandfather and his daughter told him that he would not see the grandbaby as long as crack was a part of his life.

I also learned that Robert wears the bandanna, because it makes him look tougher, so no one will mess with him.

I placed my hands on Robert and began to speak to Jesus about his life. Robert left with a new look of peace on his face. He made me write down our service times and he told me to look for him in the coming days.

God is awakening righteousness in the hearts of the people in this neighborhood. Continue to pray for Robert and so many who are like him.

A testimony that just keeps getting better.

Ugandan man coming to faith in Christ

Ugandan man coming to faith in Christ

During my time in Uganda, this past May, I had the privilege of preaching in the PCM Church in Kapchesoy.

One afternoon as I had finished preaching and was sitting down, the whole church erupted in celebration.  I learned that they were celebrating, because a man (pictured) who was the village drunkard and troublemaker was giving his life to Christ.

In the days that followed, I learned his story.  He was cooking beer a mile and half from the church.  He had been drinking all day and was already drunk.  As he explained he heard a voice telling him that he needed to run as fast as he could to the church and give his life to Jesus.     He had arrived, just as I sat down and he went forward and gave his life to Jesus.

The next day, his closest friend was at the front of the church giving his life to Jesus, because of what he had witnessed the day before.  Now if that was the story, that would be absolutely amazing in itself, but it gets even better.   I received this update from Pastor Adams today:

The lord is still working great things and fire as never ceased!
The man you prayed for him during the conference in Kapchesoy church who came smelling alcohol is still firm. The lord has used him to win 12 other drunkards to Christ and many are coming to get saved because of his salvation.
We have enrolled him in our Bible College and taking certificate. I was with him and told me to send you his personal greetings.

He has a hunger and passion to reaching the lost. He told me he will resign soon from teaching to start preaching the Gospel but I told him first he should seek the lord before taking any step.

One transformed life, transforming the lives of others.  The power of God is truly amazing to watch.

Sunday recap

We were joined yesterday by two representatives from Burn 24/7.  We are hosting September’s Burn this weekend, so they were here to scope out building and neighborhood.   This was a very moving experience for both of them.  I wanted to share with your Rachel’s thoughts to her email list:

Good evening CC Burning Ones!

This morning I visited Simplicity Church- where we will be holding Burn CC this month. I was left utterly broken. Last month someone told me, “your feet will go to dark places” I never imagined that would mean I’d be taking the Burn too!
Simplicity Church is located right across the street from a gay bar where the rainbow flag hangs proudly, its down the street from the abortion clinic and its passed by many lonely travelers- all walking alone- all holding baggage (physically and spiritually). With an open door and a bright orange water cooler with the words “compliments of Jesus Christ” boldly written these few hold church every Sunday morning. Oftentimes people wander in- stare and leave or ask for prayer. Inside little kids sing along their parents and even ask questions and pray for prayer requests during the service. While we read I watched a Dad give his son a bottle and let the little boy fall asleep on his chest.

And the entire time the Lord was speaking to me-
His banner will hang higher than any of the enemy’s flags.
AND His banner over us- over everyone is LOVE!

Hearing the simple prayers and the sweet off-key voices of children made me cry with sweet happiness and I was reminded why the Lord loves these “little ones” who wisdom and faith and trust is SSSOOO much greater than mine!

I believe its pivotal that’s we’re here.
That we are lifting up praises and going to impact the atmosphere!
That our praises will tear down this wall that this church has been coming up against.
That we will raise the banner of Jesus Christ over that area and light a lamp in the darkness- and see His people saved and set free- He will “see the reward for which He was slain.”
Please everyone be in prayer.

“Gird yourselves- consecrate yourselves… for tomorrow the Lord will do increasingly wonderful things!!”
Worshipers- soak up His oil in your secret place- because it will be lit on fire this weekend.
And remember in our intimacy we have victory- it is in this place that we are given our boldness- our words- our strategies- our battle orders.

Also please be cautious-
this is not a safe neighborhood- no one walk anywhere alone- please watch your surroundings. Use caution and be wise.

And please be in prayer for this church-
pray for fiances, for co-laborers and “arm- holders” to share the load, for strength and endurance to keep plowing this land, for walls to be broken, and for the Lord to provide for all of their needs.
And if anyone would like to donate nonperishable food and bottles of water or articles of clothing, shower supplies, etc. (they pass these gifts out to many of the people that visit their church) I know it would bless them tremendously
During the morning and afternoon we met and prayed with Charlie, Everett (our first time to meet him), David and his friend (both believers in Christ), and Richard (I see him walking by almost daily).  Some of these men allowed us to pray with them.  Others shared lunch with us, since we were cooking out in the parking lot.   Each one was a reminder of how God wants to move in this neighborhood.
I am still struggling to get airfare together for India, even though I leave 3 weeks from today.  If you would like to help by contributing financially or even donating frequent flier miles, please let us know.

Balance and Powerful Encounters

One of the things I know about myself is that I am a “high” justice and “low” mercy type individual.   Fortunately Mike is just the opposite.  He is high on the mercy scale and low on the justice scale.   God knew what He was doing when He put us together.  Here is a great example.

As we were getting into our cars on Tuesday evening a lady approached and asked us for $2.  I asked what she needed it for and she said she needed it so she could stay at the mission for the night.  When I asked her the name of the mission she couldn’t tell me, but said it was on Agnes (I did not know of any missions on Agnes).  I asked her how much lodging for the night cost and she said it was $8.   I commented that she then obviously had the other $6.  She said she had $5 and that she was going to ask someone up the street for the rest.   I then told her that I would think if she really needed lodging she would ask for the entire $8, and that I was concerned she was looking to use the money for other purposes.   At that she left and walked off.

Mike and Kim got in the van and we began to talk about the conversation.  I could tell Mike was troubled and he said that he believed we were supposed to take her to the shelter and provide for her room.   So we went and looked for her.  We caught up with her a few blocks down the road and ended up taking her to a shelter in the area.  I found out when we arrived, that she had been staying there and had left a day before.  They were happy to welcome her back…God’s will was done…and I had to repent.   I’m so thankful for balance in the body of Christ.

Today a woman and man entered the building.  The man asked if I remembered him?  He had entered into our service about 6-8 weeks ago and asked us if we could pray for his mother.  He had received word that she had nearly died that morning and was in ICU.   We had all gathered around him and prayed over him and his mother.    Today he stopped by to tell me the story of the miracle that had taken place in her life.  He had called to check on her that afternoon and learned that she had made a miraculous recovery.   What was more profound to him though was the way he had entered our door.   He explained to me that he had actually passed by and was nearly 2 blocks down the street when he was compelled to cross the street and come straight towards the water jug.  He told me, “I even remember what it said: ‘Cold water compliments of Jesus Christ.'”   He told me he had no intention of coming here, but the compulsion was too strong and the words on the water penetrated deep within him.

In talking with this couple (over a cup of cold water from our new fangled refrigerated water cooler, donated by one of our overseer’s church) I found out that they are needing to find housing in the next day or so.  His companion once served the Lord in ministry, but she fell into sin and has walked away from the faith.   The Lord impressed upon me that the stain of her sin, makes her feel unworthy and that she has given up.   Before they left I prayed for them hand in hand and asked them to keep me informed of how they are doing.

This visit was a validation for me once again.  I found myself wrestling with doubt as I got here today and this encounter was helpful in crucifying those lies.

Wind in the sails

This past week has been full of wind gusts in the sails of our lives and the ministry.   Let me give you a few examples.

Last week one of my overseers came down to the building and we talked about his recent trip to Africa, the ministry and the challenges.   After re-arranging our worship space (and he did a fine job I might add), he rattled off a list of things that he felt we needed to make us more inviting to our community.  Before the week was over we had an oscillating ionic fan, a water cooler (with hot water option I might add) and a sofa and love seat.

Last weekend, Carol and I had been faced with a decision.   We became aware of two needs in the lives of pastors we minister to and we felt very burdened to somehow meet that need.  Of course we have many needs in our home as well.  Within 24 hours, we were given an amount of money that would meet the need for the 2 other pastors and we felt prompted to forgo our own needs and send that money off to these two ministers.   Last Thursday I was handed an envelope containing that same amount of money and told to use it for my own household needs.

Carol and I had been praying for the replacement of the rear brakes on Carol’s van for about 4 or 5 weeks.  Last weekend we were blessed with a new set of brakes and someone to install them with me.

Yesterday morning we had a man enter the church.  He said “I’ve been watching you guys handing out water at the bus transfer station.  I designed some T-shirt logos for you. ”   He handed a series of designs with scripture, water and Simplicity.  Saturday while we were at the bus stop, we had talked amongst ourselves that we ought to get some T-shirts printed up to help identify us as helping hands to those who are there.

Also yesterday we had a man with us that has been with us for 3 weeks now.  We met him 3 weeks ago around the water cooler on the parking lot.  He was running from God, so God ran him into us.  This man is now working, has shelter and is building a solid foundation for his life once again.

I am beginning a time of focused preparation for India next month, but I still find myself lacking airfare.  I know that God will provide, but I still am not sure how that will come about.