Then we brought up Jesus. Read More
They sat there stuffed into a small room. So many of them leaned their heads back with their eyes closed. They all seemed tired and unenthused about the worship music we had practiced so hard for them. But then I heard God say so clearly…Descansa (rest). As I listened to God telling me that these people were resting, my focus changed. We continued singing and I watched as tears fell from the eyes of many. Few were singing, few were standing…all of them were resting in the Spirit. Read More
Obedience. Obedience is a concept that we are all taught as children, meaning to do what is asked of us, even if we do not agree or willingly wish to do. Obedience is doing what is asked even if you fear the result, but oftentimes you fear the one asking even more. This summer I took a big step of obedience and shared my testimony with my teammates at our cheer camp. I was not a public speaker. I was not a vulnerable person. I was not an emotional person. I was just not qualified to lead a devotion, or so I thought. The Lord gave me a mandate and I could not ignore it; I knew in my heart I had this burning inside of me to fulfill what I had to do, not because I wanted to but because my father was telling me to. I had prepared and prepared so many topics I could speak on for weeks. The moment before I walked into the room to share I stopped and asked, Lord, what would you have me share? Holy Spirit would you help me? Would you speak through me to each person in that room? Lord I need your strength! Read More
Three years old and cute as a button in her lavender jumper she climbs the steep metal stairs for the exhilaration of a ride down the slide. She paused at the top. Her deep green eyes looked with sudden fear at the path ahead of her. Tender fingers gripped tightly to the handrails as she felt her heart urging her back, urging her away from the edge. She could not do it. She would not do it. This little girl turned around and chose the other edge: to return. One step, two steps, three steps, four st—she woke up with her face in the dirt and a wrist that was throbbing in pain. Read More
Brilliant thoughts happen in the shower and I had one earlier today. As I was enjoying my steaming retreat I heard someone else in the shower room next to mine. No! I thought, God, give me all the hot water, please! I had been determined to have a hot shower today. I woke up early to make sure no one else would be showering, but my plan failed. Then in my little puddle of self-pity, this thought crept into my mind: how very selfish to ask for hot water only for yourself. Read More
On a beautiful Saturday morning I heard my wife scream my name from the other room. Judging by the panic in her voice I knew that something was wrong. I dashed into the kitchen to see our trashcan overflowing with worms! Not your typical Saturday for sure, but believe it or not that trashcan was an answer to prayer. Funny enough, I had been reading in Exodus the passage about “mana,” if you tried to collect extra mana worms would appear and eat it.
As we took to the streets here in the Philippines we came across a woman named Sister Jo. She was selling coconut juice near the church I was working with. It was our weekly house to house evangelism on a Saturday night around Christmas.
We invited her to church, asked her if she knew Jesus, and if we could pray for her for anything. She began to share her story in tagalog, the local language, and started to cry. She was sharing how she had grown up pentecostal, but had not been to church in 10 years. Read More
“There’s your backpack,” the Lord said to me as I walked past a pile of garbage sitting at the end of the sidewalk that connected to my apartment building. I was walking to the Shores base to meet our team to leave for street church in the city square. My mind was thinking about the two other things I couldn’t forget to grab which was the clothes donation and the food basket that I had arranged to bring a single mother of two children who would be waiting for me at the square. As I was walking, I passed the typical spot where a trash pile would be gathered. It’s the spot that almost daily I see persons of economic poverty sifting through looking for treasures. Sometimes it’s that pile of trash that animals have ravaged looking for food. Suddenly, as I passed by this day’s trash pile, I saw (somewhat nicely separated) a little girl’s pink school backpack. That’s when the Lord spoke, “There’s your backpack…” Read More
The week before last, a guy on my team met a girl who he shared the gospel with. She was very interested in what he had to say but had to go to class. He told her that our team comes once a week and he’d love for her to get connected with his friend, Angel. (That’s me! 💁🏽) So she gave him her number to relay to me! BUT, long story short, my phone broke the day before and my iPad was stolen from a locked car, that day, probably as they were speaking. But don’t be sad for me because this story isn’t about me. So for the rest of that week and the next I had zero means of communication, which was great, but that meant I couldn’t get in touch with Sam’s new friend that was curious about Jesus! Read More
Upon arriving to Split in January of 2018 my wife Fernanda and I began to see the incredible need that existed here in Croatia. The Apostle Paul travelled through this land bringing the Good News of Jesus some 2,000 years ago as recorded in Romans 15 when he says “he had fully preached the Gospel from Jerusalem to Illyricum”. Today, Illyricum is known as modern day Croatia. However, after hundreds of years of war, invasions and nearly 50 years of communist rule, Croatia’s spiritual climate crumbled. We remember a specific comment made to us early on by a local believer when he was trying to figure out why we came to his city to share Jesus. Read More