"Houses and wealth are inherited from parents, but a prudent wife is from the LORD." Proverbs 19:14
Today's the day:
to say those sweet words to your ....
to pick up the phone and call ...
to buy flowers for ...
to smile.
Today's the day, that only comes but once every four years. Make this one memorable.
Bethany and I have been married 74 days today! We've spent 56 of those days, in community.
(By choice)
Here in a class of 16 students, we open our minds to the possibilities of the future ahead. Listening to the stories of extraordinary men who stand before us expressing their life knowledge to the hungry.
G42 leaders carry an essence about them, which invites us to be apart of the adventures they chose for themselves some 30 to 40 years ago.
Each professor has a story pointing back to a day, when he/she chose to do life, differently.
Life is different for everyone, and doing life differently looks different for everyone who desires to be different.
No molds to fit, or formulas to enter.
It's one person at a time, one day at a time.
The past 74 days I've learned the process to bring two different individuals together, is not as simple as sliding a shimmering glass slipper onto Cinderella's foot. It takes work, a day at a time.
Deciding to serve when I want to be served. Budgeting finances when I want to spend. Talking, when I want to sit silently deep in thought. Cleaning when I'd rather not. Cooking when I want to relax and skim through Facebook status updates.
Expressing myself even when I felt the 1st explanation was good enough. Speaking softly when I tend to yell. Opening doors when I want to slam them. Working through fears and choosing to stay at the table... when my head is screaming run.
Bethany and I couldn't be more grateful to have one another here in Spain where we're spending our first 6 months of marriage studying business/entrepreneur ministry.
We have a desire to be transparent on the realities of marriage in hopes to shed light on a subject that is over looked too often. Marriages are assumed to be perfect -without flaw- by many people (including us) and we want to assure you we are not.
Marriage is tough and tends to get tougher when you want things to be different.
For instance:
Life is easier for the man who chooses not to discover the intellect of his wife.
Life is easier for the man who chooses to watch Football/ Basketball/ Baseball/ UFC or any other sport rather than going for a walk with his wife.
Life is easier for the man who chooses not to pray with his wife.
Life is easier for the man who chooses not to speak up for his wife.
Life is easier for the man who doesn't pursue his wife.
But what makes that man different??
Today makes us different. Through the gracious love of the Lord we are blessed with today.
In the two months of G42 we've heard several ministry opportunities Bethany and I would fit well into. We are studying under Steve Holmes as our mentor of the Social Entrepreneurship Track. We have been challenged over the past few weeks to propose/ present business projects in class with real property and grant forms. It's been hard work but enjoyable.
The more we press in the more we realize the potential for growth. We're taking classes, future ministry, and marriage one day at a time, and seeking God in every step.
We need $1000 by March 31st to cover tution . We've invested all our money and watch God provide everyday.
After hearing God stories around the World we're
ready to hear God stories in your home!
What does
this mean?
Starting
September 8th 2011 Bethany Dragon and I will hit the road on American Soil as the World Races 1st ever Alumni
Racers!
Way back when, in
the year "2006" the World Race sent out their 1st squad - "A-Squad". Now the
World Race has sent over 1,000 missionaries around the world with over 500 Alumni Stateside.
-But
we aren't just any average run of the mill "missionaries" now, we're World
Racers! World Racers do it big! And we expect to hear big stories from our
Alumni.
We'll
travel 11 weeks (Sept 8th- Nov 23rd) looking for all World Race Alumni! From A-Squad through S-Squad, from
California to Maine and everywhere in between.
The Goal: To unite WR Alumni in the States, and to capture on film the stories
of what God is doing in and through their lives.
But we
need you Alumni! We need your couches, stories, and homes.
-
We are trusting God, through our fellow WR Alumni, to supply basic needs,
including lodging, transportation, food, and maybe even a replacement
toothbrush!
Be
prepared for stories! Keep an eye out for Twitter, Facebook, WR Blogs, and Trip
Tracker to be with us on this journey.
Over 100 Muslim men cram into the small
church in Morogoro. Each of them hailing his every word. He paces the floor
with a filthy confidences presuming he knows something we don't. He laughs at
our responses with deceit on his face.
He is Jesus.
..
Not the Savior who many of us have come
to know! No. This man has a different perspective. This man was the ring leader to
this Islamic chaos that took place at his jeering words of manipulation toward our
Christian faith. Jesus is a man no older than 35. He is a studied Muslim in the
Qur'an which is impressive for Africa, but his education didn't end there. He
was well versed in the Holy Bible and also the Catholic Bible. Which, if you
don't know includes 6 additional books from the Apocrypha (Religious text
excluded from the Bible). Jesus (Who I will now call Bob), knew this.
Saturday morning we woke up earlier than
usual to catch a Matattoo (Taxi) into town to meet up with 3 other teams. We
had all been invited to take part in a semi-formal debate over Christianity.
The two topics were:
1) Validity of the Holy Bible
2) The religion of Jesus
Christ.
Near 8:30am people began to gather from
the local Muslim University. This debate was arranged by Christina Palmers' team on a
day of evangelizing when they first met Bob and his students. These
students and their many friends would all be in attendance.
The Debate.
The tension in the room is hard to
describe as the debate gained momentum. I can say the patience of each speaker
was tested from both sides of the room. There were times when we had to restrain
one another from yelling in outrage.
It's not easy listening to a man manipulate the words of Jesus. Listening to Muslims try and prove Jesus was a Muslim because He prostrated Himself. It's
not easy listening to Bob read half a scripture then lie to the crowd when the
second half reveals all the truth.We boiled with righteous anger in silence.
But we had our chance to speak.
And boy did we.
Each shot Bob and his two
apprentices took at the Bible a member of the Body was filled with the exact
words to counter the lies and restore the room with Light! To travel with a
group of Christians for nearly 10 months and work with many of them side by
side; I felt that I knew them. But on this Saturday afternoon I saw something
else. I saw a true form of Christianity and a Body of Christ standing in the
gap and fighting for Truth! Uncovering lies boldly squelching the fiery arrows
of the oppressor to poor out the beautiful story of our Savior who stood in a
similar atmosphere many years before.
On this Saturday afternoon there were two
truths that I discovered for myself.
1) The word of God will stand forever.
2)
We need more Bibles!
5 1/2 hours of debating ended with the humility of the Lord pressing the hearts of the men who listened.
The students rose from their seats with
smiles and questions. Many stayed to greet us. Many of them asking for Bibles for there own! Over a dozen men asked me for a
Bible to take home, but we had nothing to give them. Every extra Bible has been handed out. We need more. With a faithful heart we gathered email addresses to provide a load of them to the students.
These
Muslim men crave to know the Truth and read it for themselves! These
are the men who will be leading the government here in Africa. These
are the men who will write the laws of the future! East
Africa needs Bibles.
For too long I've heard people mention
"the push" Islam has been making in the World.
Now its time to push back. These men are lied to, its time for them to see the Truth for themselves
It's time for change.
Please email me if you would like to be apart. Shaunfred06@yahoo.com
What would you do if you walked into a Hospital waiting-room and saw an old man laying motionless on the floor?
Now lets just say that, that old man wasn't the only person on the floor but the person your instantly drawn too.
And lets go ahead and say that the 1st thing you do before introducing yourself is place your hand on his chest and pray for a miracle..
Than that man gets up and walks..
What would you do?
Let me tell you.. I freaked out! It was awesome!! :)
Now, a little back story to fill in some details.
My team is in Uganda this month working with a pastor in a small ("small" makes the church sound bigger than reality.. "tiny" is more appropriate) church outside Kampala.
.the church.
Thus far we've done: street preaching, door to door evangelism, school visits, preaching in the church, and we've held several prayer meetings.
It just so happens that the largest hospital in Uganda is located in Kampala. So pastor set the date to take us there to see the facility, and pray for the sick.
We were dropped off at the hospital just after 11am. Our team of 7 hustled through security with our 5 Ugandan companions with nothing more than prayer (There was a large sign with 4 Mandatory Qualifications to Enter. We may have been the least qualified of all the people standing at the gate. Emergency Team-Nope, Family-Nope, Doctors-Nope, Med Students ... mmm- Negative. Not to say we also arrived an hr before visiting hours began). To our surprise we got in! Security split the 12 of us into groups of 4 to make us look less suspicious to curious eyes and he ushered us under the gate. I didn't catch the guards name but noticed the cross hanging from his neck.
So far this day wasn't much different than any other. Squeezing past security was something special but before that is was average. We woke up normally, ate breakfast at the usual time, the clouds in the sky were still white, the sky itself was surprisingly blue, cars were still driving crazy, people smiled when we waved and children still yelled "Mazoongoo!!" with a finger pointed.
Walking toward the hospital a few of us were discouraged about "praying for the sick". We don't do that in America, we believe in medicine to do the trick. End of story.
My group found our way to the front door after a quick prayer for guidance, healing hands and Wisdom. Once the entrance was behind us it was chaos. We shuffled past tons of people! This hospital has huge but still didn't have room for all the patients. We walked from one corridor to the next and stumbled into a waiting room outside of the "Plastic and Reconstructive Surgery Wing". This is where I met Andrew.
Scanning the flooded room we saw prisoners in bright orange jumpsuits guarded by Camo-Suited Policemen carrying AK-47 rifles, ladies caressing children on the floor, a deteriorating old man sitting in a chair gazing into the heavens, Islamic families huddled together, the occasional nurse helping someone into the next room, and Andrew, sprawled out on the floor by the wall. Barefoot. Dirt stained corduroys. Filthy plaid shirt. A week old beard with white hairs covering ground. And a large walking "stick" laying beside him.
Looking at him he reminded me of the Masai Tribe we saw in Kenya. Shoes aren't too popular amongst them. Neither was speaking English.
I felt a tug to pray for him, so I followed. Kneeling down by his side I put my right hand on his chest and prayed. And prayed. When I ran out of words I opened my Bible to find promises on healing, than prayed some more. When I opened my eyes to flip through pages in my Bible I caught him looking at me with his soft eyes. Not saying a word, he nodded with approval than closed his eyes with squinting pain.
Minutes later Gerard (co-pastor at our church) came over to translate. Andrew showed us the problem on his calf and back.
With Andrew seated upright, the 3 of us prayed.
I was mid prayer for his calf when I heard the two of them talking, and Gerard laughing than Andrew repeating the words Gerard expressed. Gerard looked to me and said "He accepted Jesus!"
Wow! I wasn't expecting that! I assumed he knew the Lord.
With apparent pain we helped Andrew to his feet and prayed. My mind was flooded with verses saying "Your healed, pick up your mat and walk" so Andrew attempted to.
His first steps we were by his side to keep him stable. He scooted across the floor. Than one of us would let go. He straightened his back. Than we were holding him by a hand.. and soon enough his stride was lengthening and he was walking on his own! No assistance! One short stride at a time. He looked a little stiff but apparently he felt better than usual as he motioned toward the exit! Before he got to the door we slowed him down to talk. I hugged him and prayed and Gerard "reminded" him not to forget his walking "stick"! :)
We arranged a ride for Andrew to get home from the hospital. Stick in hand he walked out of the waiting room without ever needing to see a doctor.
"So I (Jesus) say to you, Ask and keep on asking and it shall be given you; seek and keep on seeking and you shall find; knock and keep on knocking and the door shall be opened to you." Luke 11:9 Amp.
Recently I was reading an article by Desmond Tutu as he was promoting his new book "God Is Not a Christian". He was discussing Gods heart.
Near the end of the article he said "There is a Jewish story which says that soon after the episode of the drowning of the Egyptians in the Red Sea, while the Israelites were celebrating, God accosted them and demanded: 'How can you rejoice when my children have drowned?' (NewAfrican)"
God is not a Christian. No. He is far greater.
It hurts my heart when someone or a group of people come out to predict the dreaded "Doomsday" or "Apocalypse". Everytime after the "expected date" we can "expect" the first group of people to be standing at his doorway with big bright signs to be Christians. Scorning, degrading, insulting, and yelling "blaspheme" as their suburban's are double parked in the handicap spot to shorten their walk.
The past 8 months has shown me a lot. Mingling with Catholics in Central America, Buddhists in Thailand, Tao, Muslim, and Hindus in Malaysia and so forth. As humans we are all searching for Love!
Harold Camping didn't come out with this prediction to be in the spotlight. He doesn't want your money. He genuinely believed the world would end on May 21st.. and you know what. Power to him!
He believed it, and he went out to the streets and told everyone who would listen!! How much did he spend on billboards alone? Than the TV commercials! If the world would have ended he did his best to inform all that he could, so nobody would be left behind.
Even here in Africa people were talking about this man and his prophesy!
What would you do?
What would you do if the Lord gave you a word and told you to take it to the streets? What would you do if you knew people around you would spend eternity in hell?
What have you done?
God has given you a word, THE WORD! The truth.
Matthew 24 says more than "But the exact day and hour no one knows" but it also says "Who then is the faithful, thoughtful, and wise servant, whom his master has put in charge of his household to give to the others the food and supplies at the proper time?"
It's time to love one another. For He is Himself our peace our bond of unity and harmony. He has made us both Jew and Gentile one body, and has destroyed the hostile dividing wall between us (Eph 2:14).
Traveling the past 8 months has also shown me what a great responsibility it is to be a Christian.
I asked a hoary headed man,
Whose face was haggard, worn and wan,
Scarred with the marks of many a strife
If he could tell me what is life.
He sighed and drooped his withered head,
And leaning on his staff he said:
"Life is a scene of toil and pain,
A search for pleasure or for gain,
A few short years of joys and sorrows,
A race to catch the bright tomorrows,
A flickering flame, a transient gleam,
A bubble passing down the stream,
A flower doomed to swift decay--
To bud and bloom and pass away.
Life is the little space we crave
Between the cradle and the grave,
And soon we cross the little space
And terminate the toilsome race,
Then wearied, we resign our breath,
And life is swallowed up in death."
If death, said I, must end the strife
Such wretched living can't be life,
For who could bear thro' night to grope
Were there no morn to cheer his hope?
Your life is death and cannot be
The life immortal craved by me.
I ask'd a Saint, whose joylit face
Assur'd me of his inward grace,
If he could solve the question sought
And satisfy my anxious thought.
A gleam of hope illum'd his brow,
While with a reverential bow
He said: "'Tis life to know the Lord
And Christ, the true and living word.
This life of faith, or life divine,
Or everlasting life is mine;
'Tis life to triumph over death,
He lives who knows his sins forgiven,
He only lives, who lives for heaven.
There must be first a death of sin
Before you have this life within,
But when the earnest you obtain
To live is Christ, to die is gain.
I know this mortal house of clay
Will soon dissolve and pass away,
Then my immortal soul shall rise
To endless life beyond the skies."
Said I, if thus to live be life
Then let me rush into the strife,
And live to Him whose grace divine
Can quicken this dead soul of mine,
And give me life and conquering faith
To triumph over sin and death.
Artist: Bradley Hathaway
Title: The Hug Poem
I read about how you touched them and they were healed
Or even if someone just touched your cloak they were forever changed
You let a broken women bathe your feet in her tears
And you washed your best friend's feet
I am just wondering though did you just ever hug people
I mean I know that it is a silly question and all I am sure you would have why wouldn't you
But its one of those things that was never mentioned that got me thinking about it
And how whenever there was a touch from you sins were forgiven and sickness fell
I think I'm caught up in my sins last time I checked all my body parts were properly working, nothing special here
I am just a kid with a heavy heart these passing sunrises and sunsets
I don't think our encounter would have ended up in the gospels or anything
Because all I really need is a hug
That is ok for me to imagine right
That's not going to be conflicting with any sort of theology is it
Ok good, then hug me
But not one of these side ways one arm around the neck type hugs
Or the ghetto right hand clasp fists elbows to chest pit pat on the back back
Or you put your right arm over my right arm and I put my left arm over your left arm and we make this weird sort of diagonal thing
Nah none of those
BEAR HUG ME MAN
Take your old school carpenter arms and throw them over my upper body leaving my arms dangling underneath yours somewhere and I can barely move them because your squeezing so hard
But don't pick me up and make my back pop because I hate it when people do that
And hold me, hold me here in your arms until I start to cry because
I WANT TO CRY
But I just can't seem to do it on my own
I have been teary eyed once recently but not even enough for a drip down my cheek
Theres just hurt in my soul that needs to be purged so hold me in this hold pose until the pain is flowing from my eyes and nose
How do you feel about healing people? Serious question.
The thought itself kinda trips me out when I'm not reading the Bible. But when I am, it seems possible. Especially when following the story of Jesus throughout the gospels. There is a hopeful momentum that my soul feels while flipping through the pages. A feeling of Power and Authority.
But, why does that change, when the Bible closes? When walking out the front door of the house/church?
I've been told many times in my life that I'm a passionate/emotional/impulsive guy. This may only apply for me.
When reading Matthew 12 the discussion about the Sabbath. Jesus is countering the attacks of the Pharisees with stunning responses. While I read I jump in the story. I feel like I'm standing there listening to Jesus say "What man is there among you who has a sheep, and if
it falls into a pit on the Sabbath, will he not take hold of it and lift
it out? "How much more valuable then is a man than a sheep!" in response to the Pharisees question: "Is it
lawful to heal on the Sabbath?"
I can see myself saying "yeah! nice one" cheering Jesus on under my breath.
"Thats a challenging comment! Nicely done my man! They don't have an answer for that!" I'd say.
but; than He goes one step farther. He tells the man standing there with a withered hand to outstretch his hand and the second he does it's completely restored..
"What! Dude! That dudes hand isn't nubby anymore!" I'd say
I'd throw ex-nubby a high 5! and say "You got a normal hand man!"
All pumped up I'd walk out of the synagogue looking for someone to pray for. I just saw it done, so I know these things are possible. Gimme some fresh meat! I'll take a leper, a paralytic, withered hand person, it doesn't matter what comes my way it's going to be renewed with the love of Jesus!
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The past week my team has prayed for dozens of people. And to end the month today in KL 3 homeless men received prayer for healing. One was blind, the other had a withered body (bent over looking at the ground unable to lift his head) and the last had a serious infection on his leg (smelled horrible).
None of them got celebratory "High 5's" though. Walking away from each man there wasn't a Jesus type healing. They didn't pick up their mat and walk away. The blind was still blind, the back problem was still apparent, and the leg looked and smelled rough.
Why?
Why weren't these men healed like the men in the Bible?
Don't I have enough faith? Do I have enough faith?
What does it take?
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I don't know how the healing thing works but I do know these two things:
1) The bright side is, they all smiled. They all enjoyed talking about Jesus and they were all grateful to receive prayer. Each of them ended our prayer with a loud "Amen" like saying "You got that right brother!"
2) The scriptures say "Heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse those who have leprosy, drive out demons. Freely you have received, freely give."
Sometimes things don't work out the way we plan, but God is always good and He gives these commands for a reason.
Ive talked to a few people and tried to express the emotional month in Thailand. Over the phone (skype) its hard to vocalize the depth of the impact Thailand has been to me. It would be best to sit down over a cup of joe, maybe at a local coffee shop (preferably not Starbucks), out on the patio where I can look you in the eyes as you look me in the eyes and we can discuss solutions.
But until then.
Im not writing a blog about my experiences this past month. I wish I could, but at the end i wouldn't feel satisfied because it's not going to give you the feel of what we felt.
I could put pictures up but you've already seen pictures similar to them, and probably watched a video or two about prostitution. If your at all like I was back in the states than it'll take much more than a little info for you to get the BIG picture of how badly the Thai culture is hurting.
Last winter I volunteered with "The Sold Project" in the states, going from school to school telling people about the sex-trade in Thailand. We gave a short video, played a couple songs, gave a 20-30 min speech including the shocking statistics of women from Thailand/ Burma in prostitution... but it took a trip over to begin to understand what all the talk was about.
You know those Sunday mornings after a great Friday and Saturday night. The nights where you stayed out a few hours longer than you should of but the time spent with close friends was well worth it. Those nights usually simmer down with you making it home and quickly sliding into bed. The feeling of soft sheets and a fluffy pillow has you in a glorious state of sweet serenity and before you realize, your dreaming of angels and butterflies.
Than your violently awakened by your blaring alarm clock for church at 6:30am! You know you need to get up .. but all you want is another 9 maybe 10 maybe 25 mins of sleep..
That feeling of, "I know I have to go, but I reeeally don't want to" skips like a broken record through your mind. All the good excuses don't seem to justify the extra sleep. So, you make your way from the house to the church. You sit in your usual seating area and the message begins to flow. This morning feels different than normal. The pastor is making sense. His words are penetrating. His spoken truth finds its way in your heart and lands on a soft spot near your soul. And, in that moment, you feel connected.
.. and you think to yourself "What if I would have missed this?".. What if ...
Thank God you didn't.
Thailand.
After a 13hr bus ride from Bangkok my team has arrived at our ministry sight for the month. We will be working with S.H.E. (Self Help and Empowerment) in Phuket. I dont have many details yet. We have a debrief this afternoon. When I learn more, the knowledge will be passed down to you :)
I mentioned 3 amazing people in my last blog, but really I want to talk about one. Here's a small scoop of the other two:
Elizabeth. Dexter Meeks and I met Elizabeth on the beach while making Threads of Hope bracelets. She's Filipino but lives in Switzerland. She invited us to her house near the beach for dinner. When we arrived Elizabeth and her family sat around the table asking all the question they had about a relationship with God. Elizabeth at 45 years old and her family is Catholic. Each of them had little understanding of what God was all about. After 2 hrs of challenging but exciting conversation they all began to understand; its all about love. He loved us, so we need to love Him :)
Than there is Didi.
Our awesome French scuba diving instructor. The 1st time I met Didi he asked me "So.. being a Christian does that mean you have to wait till your married to kiss a girl?" :)
Hmmm. Well..
Didi was raised in the Catholic church. He didnt have the best experience with that. He had enough accumulated bad business from the church he totally turned his back on God to find his own path. Doing so put him at a cross road as a single parent raising his 12 year old son.
God put me and Dex in a great spot with Didi. He wanted us to just be, us. To laugh, learn and show him what God looks like.
God didnt ask us to preach to Didi but to just love him and keep our word with our meeting engagements.
Okay now I know those descriptions were short and vague but when I get to typing I sound monotone in my head, and if you read anything like i sound you may have stopped a few paragraphs ago.
So the goods:
Mike.
I dont know how to describe Mike. Sure I could describe what he looks like, or what kind of history he has, or tell you about the way he talks to Filipinos, or the way he talks to Christians... but that wouldn't begin to describe Mike.
He is so much more than his outer appearance. He's much deeper than the nails he stakes into a Christian willing to listen.
Mike. Is.. In search for love.
He told me all the problems with Christianity than went on to explain what Christianity needs:
Love. Action. Character. Boldness. Selflessness. Action. Love. Honesty. Faith. Hope. Joy. Community. and more Love
Mike wants to be happy and loved more than anything.
Mike called me his brother, but corrected himself and said "no your closer to me than that, your my friend"
Mike is 65 years old and swims 2 kilometers in the ocean everyday to stay fit.
Mike loves his two sons more than any man I've ever met.
Mike will give you the shirt off his back. He did. Because he enjoys seeing people receive gifts.
Mike is reliable.
Mike can entertain people with stories for hours.
Mike said " I dont pray, but if I did I would pray for strength to make it through the hard days." "Not for money, that means nothing to me"
Mike is an atheist.
On a hike through the woods he told me "Man needs to get away from the city, its good for the mind and the soul"
Mike told me "Loneliness is my only friend. He's reliable and is always there"
Mike told me he has had sex with over 600 women in the past 4 years. Attempting to fill that empty void in his heart. For a moment he feels loved, feels satisfied, feels adored.
Than it's gone.. and his reliable friend comes close and comforts him. And the cycle continues.
Mike told me "I thought about what you said last night when I had a girl over." "I want to change, I want to break my addiction"
...
God told me "You'll see Mike in Heaven."
1 Peter 4:8:
"Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins."
Team Rockstar and Team Crash of Love this month are working with Threads of Hope in the little community in Aninuan and Tamaraw Beach.
This month we were instructed to make relationships.. Thats it.
Meet the people in the community and show them the love of God..
Day One, Dex and I met a few ladies on the beach and instantly we became friends. They were teaching us Tagalog and how the spiffy bracelets are made. While we made the bracelets it felt like a magician was showing us the secrets behind the mystery,, Pretty cool. Especially because I sold many Threads of Hope bracelets to raise funding for this trip :)
Our teams are staying at Pastor Qui Al's home. Four in his family and the 14 of us missionaries in a small 3 bedroom house. 17 peeps :) Its cozy.
Majority of us sleep on the floor. Feels like home :)
A few of us have built good relationships with the ladies on the beach, but God had other people in mind for me to connect with this month..
3 people to be exact. All three of them are on totally different pages of life but all in need of our loving Father. Just like me.
Soon I'll get the stories to you about these 3 amazing people God has put in my life. Hopefully.
Filipino but lives in Switzerland. She invited us to her house near the beach for dinner. When we arrived Elizabeth and her family sat around the table asking all the question they had about a relationship with God. Elizabeth at 45 years old and her family is Catholic. Each of them had little understanding of what God was all about. After 2 hrs of challenging but exciting conversation they all began to understand; its all about love. He loved us, so we need to love Him :)
