Saturday, December 12, 2009

Report #6 India/Africa Nov/Dec 2009

I wish I could report how the big key caper ended, but two things prevent me. First, it is not yet over; the keys are still lost. Second, it involves personal information about others I cannot disclose. Suffice it to say that spiritual warfare is at hand.

May I take a moment to preach to my friends? DO NOT ALLOW ANY UNRESOLVED JUDGMENT OF OTHERS TO TAINT YOUR SOUL. It invites demons and decimates our faith. We must examine our hearts and if there are people or groups that cause us pain, we must repent of our attitude towards them.

Sorry for the sermon, but I love my friends and cannot bear to think that bitterness is eroding grace out of their lives. I will now step off my soapbox and let Jesus have the final word on the subject:

Mt 18:32 –Mt 18:35 NIV

“Then the master called the servant in. ‘You wicked servant,’ he said, ‘I canceled all that debt of yours because you begged me to.

Shouldn’t you have had mercy on your fellow servant just as I had on you?’ In anger his master turned him over to the jailers to be tortured, until he should pay back all he owed.

“This is how my heavenly Father will treat each of you unless you forgive your brother from your heart.”

Moving on… Since the last report I gave on the ills of Dave’s Land Rover, the power steering and clutch have now also gone out. We finally jimmy-rigged the ignition to bypass the lost keys; however, the beast sits incapacitated with no money to resurrect it.

Life in Zimbabwe continues to challenge in many ways. Only ten percent of the farmland is in use, hostility between groups rages on, and electric power has been out in Doma for ten days and counting.

Last week our group of friends was sitting outside listening to the night sounds and watching fireflies when Dawn Aylward retired to the house next door for the night. A man sneaked behind her and into the doorway with a long iron bar raised.

In a burst of courage, Dawn grabbed the bar and prevented the intruder from striking. Then she screamed like the Israelites when they brought down the walls of Jericho.

We heard the yell and ran to the house to find the criminal gone and Dawn understandably shaken, but unharmed. We praised Jesus that he had given Dawn the wherewithal to yell the criminal right out of the house.

In a multiplicity of ways, I see this world without Jesus is a horrible scary place.

On to happier subjects, I am glad to say the 18 hours I spent with Dave’s staff in training seems to have been productive. When tested, most were able to repeat the major themes of the lessons and with evidence of personal integration.

Friends in ministry who struggle in the physical aspects of daily life, as well as facing spiritual battles, need others to come along and strengthen them once in a while. Months ago I asked Father if I should accept the invitation to return to Zimbabwe. I felt he said yes; but was not 100 percent sure. Now I am sure. I see clearly why he asked me to come.

What a joy to be in the service of Jesus Christ who directs our steps, empowers ministry, and delivers results. To him belongs all the glory. Paul said it much better:

1Co 3:7 –1Co 3:8 NIV

So neither he who plants nor he who waters is anything, but only God, who makes things grow. The man who plants and the man who waters have one purpose, and each will be rewarded according to his own labor.

Among the pictures I am posting with this entry, are some animal shots. As Dave and I traveled about visiting the black Africans he works with, we were privileged to see duiker, springbuck, a nine-foot black mamba, a troupe of baboons, a lake otter, a rare sighting of a bush baby, a stick bug, and a monitor that Dave nearly sat on (a funny moment).

This will be the last entry for this trip, so let me thank you again for your love and prayers. I do not take either for granted, but am deeply grateful for them both.

Hugs and prayers,

JDC--

Wednesday, December 02, 2009

Report #5 India/Africa Nov/Dec 2009

Dave’s Land Rover has a long history of breakdowns. As I arrived in Zimbabwe he got it back with a rebuilt engine. Then the battery and charging system went out and we had to borrow a battery and limp back to Chinhoyi for repairs.

Next, while we were out visiting rural villages, the front shock broke and we had a man temporarily weld it together. Then Cynthia was driving the Rover and the drive shaft U-joint broke. Rory and Gordon towed it back to Mhangura but in the confusion, the keys were misplaced. We searched high and low for three days—no keys.

Transportation problems are only a small part of the challenges these good people face daily. Everything is a challenge. The sarcastic phrase TIF (This is Africa) looses its humor from overuse.

I feel for Dave and so began to pray for direction. I sought God several times about the keys and had only the slightest feeling that the keys were tucked under something dark, perhaps something round. So launching on faith I told Dave yesterday that I would catch a ride from Doma to Mhangura and pray to find the keys or hotwire the Land Rover and drive it with the front driveshaft disconnected.

“We are cooking a chicken and will expect you for dinner,” were the last words Dave said to me.

In Mhangura the African workers helped me roll the vehicle a foot or two so I could look for the keys underneath. Nothing.

Next, I unbolted the steering lock then ran a hotwire to the glow plugs. The fuel pump proved to be mechanical, not electrical, so that was not a problem. However, when we jumped the Rover by towing it for about one kilometer, nothing happened except the towline broke four times.

I know very little about diesel engines so it remains a mystery why the Rover would not start. But my real question is why God did not reveal the location of the keys. For two weeks I have been teaching the staff lessons about listening to the Lord in ministry rather than using our own wisdom. Now I question my own teaching.

In fact, I question many things about my ministry, including why I am trying to start an orphanage in India. All this is making me step back and re-evaluate.

After much prayer and reading my Bible I conclude that God is much bigger than my concept of how he should help us. It is a fine thing to be bold and ask him for lost keys or to supernaturally cause orphanages to develop. However, life is in his hands, not mine and I simply need to humble myself and let his answer be his answer.

I often teach that there is no such thing as a great man of God; there are only humble men that God chooses to use greatly. Now I am learning to heed my own teaching and give God the room to use me or not as he chooses. My assignment is only to wait humbly.

I am now in Mhangura with no way to Doma where I am supposed to be helping Dave build on his house. So be it. I do not know what I will do with this day except I will wait on the Lord to see how all this comes out.

Trusting and Learning,

JDC

Monday, November 23, 2009

Report #4

I am now writing you from Rory and Judy Ervine’s patio overlooking the lake in Doma where Dani and I stayed three years ago. The rains have begun in earnest and all is green and mild. There is an electric sunset igniting the belly of the clouds. The crickets and birds are shouting their hallelujahs. They are oblivious to the brokenness of the Zimbabwean humans.

Dave and I have been bouncing down the roads in his muddy Land Rover to visit some of the villages we ministered to back in 2006. It is wonderful to make connections with so many old friends. We sit in thatched huts and drink tea whitened with goat’s milk. Our poor African hosts give all they can, but there is a look of pent up sadness as they discuss the sufferings of the last three years.

Coming directly from India as I have, I generally keep it to myself that life can become much more impoverished. Africans do not need to hear discouragement. What they need is for the country to repent in mass before Jesus. If they were to call on God, he has promised to heal their country. It worked fabulously for South Korea.

The more likely scenario is that only a minority of Zimbabweans will turn to God. In that case, those who trust Jesus will suffer along with their countrymen, but after death they will enjoy the blessing they always dreamed of. We are meeting some precious souls who are in fact headed for God’s reward. An example is Nhamo.

I took a long walk-about around the lake near where I am staying in Mhangura. This is more than twenty kilometers from where we worked in 2006. As the lake narrowed at the feed river, a stringy black man spotted me from the other side. He watched intently, which bothered me because I wanted to pass by his side and knew nothing of these people.

“Are you wanting a way across,” he shouted.

“Yes,” I returned.

“About one hundred meters more,” the man pointed and sent his skipping son to show me the way.

When I approached, we greeted in Shona, then he asked in a bass voice, “Don’t you know me? You baptized me in Doma three years back. My name is Nhamo.”

He took me to his property with its thatched roundovals enclosed by a grass-reed fence. There I met his wife who beamed a white smile as her husband explained who I was.

This has happened a couple of times. I am meeting people changed by the work Dave and I did when we labored together. Yesterday we spent the afternoon with Richard and his two wives and their 66 goats. They were converted from a polygamist cult during our prior outreaches (I mean Richard and his wives were converted, not the goats).

“Our husband has changed so much since he met Christ,” the younger wife told us through translation.

When we left, we took six of the goats in the back of the Land Rover. What a hoot to see those curious heads watching the landscape wiz by and hear them bleat. Although, I was not so happy when they peed on my knapsack.

I do not think I could normally wander through towns or around rural lakes, 20 kilometers from our previous ministry center, and stumble into people we led to Jesus. I believe these encounters were God’s way of saying, “By my power I have blessed your past work.”

The Lord wants me to see that ministry is still supernaturally fruitful and the greatest opportunity for any believer. What a joy to glimpse a fraction of what the Lord is doing. The blessings so far outweigh the sacrifices that I am not even mindful of anything lost.

Thank you Jesus for the privilege of being your servant. And thank you friends for praying for ministry success. We share together in the spoils.


JDC

Report #3

We last left off as we were headed to Mumbai (Bombay) to research ministry with exploited minors. We have completed three days of investigations and learned much.

It is not easy. The pimps aggressively protect their investments and the children and women have been used until they are not ready to trust anyone new. There are legal issues, language obstacles, and spiritual strongholds.

The eternal destiny of some precious souls is at stake and I am not ready to give up. God has given us the privilege of meeting amazing Christians who struggle daily to free these imprisoned victims. We spent time learning their ministry and praying with them.

This morning we attended a wonderful English worship service and the guest speaker was a man from the U.K. who has started Christian Schools in difficult places like India. He inspired us to move Christian education up on our agenda. God is lining up the resources we will need.

Case Story:

Yesterday Richard and I visited a home for children rescued from the streets. These girls, age 6 and below, were voluntarily given over to the home by their prostitute mothers. They now have a safe environment where they can learn about Jesus instead of living trapped in the sex trade cycle.

During our visit, a new four-year-old girl was brought in from the streets and welcomed into the home. Little Sania’s mother was heart-wrenched at giving her up, but she knew this was the only hope for her daughter.

For her part, Sania was a love sponge as she hugged one of her new sisters, then another, then jumped on the lap of a house mother. A gourmet cake was placed in front of her and a Hindi welcome song offered by the entire household. What a beautiful moment. When you consider the long-term implications of this day in the life of Sania, you realize how privileged we were to share it with her.

There are many unknowns in our plan of starting a home for exploited minors. However, one thing is for sure: there are still a great many suffering children for whom no one is doing anything. That is all the incentive we need to press on in asking the Lord to use us to help.

Next stop, Zimbabwe, Africa. God willing, I will update you from there.

Thanks for the prayers.

JDC (An unworthy servant)

Thursday, November 12, 2009

India Report #2 (Click Here for Photos)

After preaching on Sunday in the village of Rajupalem, I was privileged to teach about 75 evangelists on Monday. They were gathered for monthly training at ALMA in Nellore. I had worked the day before on a lesson plan about ministering in the power of the Spirit. An hour before the meeting, Rufus asked that I speak on Christmas. He wanted a practical sermon the evangelists could repeat in their 280 village churches this December.

Flexibility comes much easier to the Indian than the American. Rufus was right though and the new lesson was much better than the old one. We had a good time getting the evangelists to act out a modern-day version of the Mary and Joseph story that took place in an Indian village. It is awesome to think I was really preaching to thousands of believers spread over the hundreds of churches the evangelists will reach.

Next I flew with Richard Harris to the green state of Kerala. The Kerala motto is “God’s own country,” and it fits. A four-hour drive through jungle-draped hills took us to the Mankulam Punjayat (a punjayat is a collection of villages). I had forgotten how much the road winds and how primeval the mountains are. Think of Jurassic Park or Bali High in the movie Hawaii and you will have the idea.

After reuniting with some of our local contacts, we investigated possible land sites for the orphanage. Next we walked through a bamboo forest to view a massive waterfall. Wearing sandals, our feet collected dozens of leeches. As we pealed them from our skin, the rush was on because we could see more of the bloodsuckers walking end-over-end towards us. Eeek! We laughed and hurried on.

Other than the leeches, this would be an excellent place for abused children to heal and know the love of Jesus. I look forward to seeing what the Lord has in store.

After three days in the mountains, Richard and I are now headed to Mumbai (Bombay) to see about how to collect children from the brothels and streets. God seems to be placing all the right contacts around us. However, it is a constant challenge to avoid others who’s interests are selfish.

Travelers tip: In Nellore I washed my clothes in a bucket then hung them under fans for three days. Because of the constant rains, the clothes never dried. I packed them wet and by the time we flew to Kerala, everything was sour. I gave them to the hotel to wash again, and again they were returned wet. After toting the soggy laundry to Cochin, I decided drastic measures were in order before the cycle repeated. The hotel gave us an iron that I planned to use to dry the clothes but it would not get hot enough. Before packing the clothes for another flight to Mumbai, I popped them into the microwave; two minutes for shirts, one for underwear. It worked great and I am happy to report my clothes are clean and dry.

Normally my undies are fairly clean, but if ever you visit the Lotus Hotel in Cochin, you might want to avoid heating your food in the microwave in room 303.

Peace.


India Report #1

I am happy to report that phase one of my trip in southeastern India is paying off. Although, it did not start out well.

I am here to research for a new novel. With my prior novel, the storyline fell into place as the research progressed. With this book, called Mother India, I was getting more and more confused. No central story seemed to materialize; only disjointed testimonies from the villagers I recorded onto hours of tape.

Finally on the fourth day after much prayer, the Lord lifted the haze. I now have my creative direction and general plotline based on factual events. I am excited to begin writing towards the end of this year.

As I go about the interviewing process I cannot ignore opportunities for ministry along the way. Thus, I have had been demonstrating gospel magic at schools, encouraging small groups, and writing ministry promotional scripts.

We passed by the city dump with mountains of garbage, 50 feet deep. I spotted people picking through the rotting, smelly, fly-infested mounds. We walked out to them and noticed their huts built on top of the garbage.

A family of five was sorting through freshly dumped bags from the hospital. One man was eating leftover rice from a trash bag. I watched as another man with leprous fingers plowed through blood-filled IV tubes, soaked gauze pads, and needles to salvage hypodermic plungers. They were recycling plastic. A good day’s work will bring them 15 Rupees or 30 cents US each. Tough way to make a living.

As I spoke to them through my interpreter named Job, it came out that they were all born-again Christians. When they learned that I was also, they stopped all work and their eyes sparkled as I reminded them that in paradise they would have huge rewards for remaining faithful during their suffering on earth.

“You have brought us the word of God today,” the father told me.

With beaming smiles they thanked us profusely for talking to them.

I take so many of my own blessings for granted. They were just grateful that a comparatively rich Christian would stop to talk to them. Wow.

The monsoons are in full swing and everything is soaked, or under water. Many of the village roads disappear into the swirling runoff. Our rooms have been leaking until we could almost hold baptisms inside. The upside is the temperature is very comfortable.

Thanks for your prayers. They are having a strong effect. God is speaking, lives are touched, and food is staying where it is supposed to.

More soon…

Don--

India Report #1

I am happy to report that phase one of my trip in southeastern India is paying off. Although, it did not start out well.

I am here to research for a new novel. With my prior novel, the storyline fell into place as the research progressed. With this book, called Mother India, I was getting more and more confused. No central story seemed to materialize; only disjointed testimonies from the villagers I recorded onto hours of tape.

Finally on the fourth day after much prayer, the Lord lifted the haze. I now have my creative direction and general plotline based on factual events. I am excited to begin writing towards the end of this year.

As I go about the interviewing process I cannot ignore opportunities for ministry along the way. Thus, I have had been demonstrating gospel magic at schools, encouraging small groups, and writing ministry promotional scripts.

We passed by the city dump with mountains of garbage, 50 feet deep. I spotted people picking through the rotting, smelly, fly-infested mounds. We walked out to them and noticed their huts built on top of the garbage.

A family of five was sorting through freshly dumped bags from the hospital. One man was eating leftover rice from a trash bag. I watched as another man with leprous fingers plowed through blood-filled IV tubes, soaked gauze pads, and needles to salvage hypodermic plungers. They were recycling plastic. A good day’s work will bring them 15 Rupees or 30 cents US each. Tough way to make a living.

As I spoke to them through my interpreter named Job, it came out that they were all born-again Christians. When they learned that I was also, they stopped all work and their eyes sparkled as I reminded them that in paradise they would have huge rewards for remaining faithful during their suffering on earth.

“You have brought us the word of God today,” the father told me.

With beaming smiles they thanked us profusely for talking to them.

I take so many of my own blessings for granted. They were just grateful that a comparatively rich Christian would stop to talk to them. Wow.

The monsoons are in full swing and everything is soaked, or under water. Many of the village roads disappear into the swirling runoff. Our rooms have been leaking until we could almost hold baptisms inside. The upside is the temperature is very comfortable.

Thanks for your prayers. They are having a strong effect. God is speaking, lives are touched, and food is staying where it is supposed to.

More soon…

Don--

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

September Update

Zimbabwe: We continue to pray for direction and timing on when to go to back to Zimbabwe. We have agreed to return and work with Dave and Cynthia Fortescue of RNAM. We are awaiting God’s timing. For now Dani is undergoing medical treatments for Lyme disease and we must wait until at least the end of those treatments. We do not know how long the cure will take.

In the meantime, our lives are NOT on hold. God is blessing us daily as we learn what it means to live in grace and holiness. We can serve and learn as much here in Sequim Washington as in any foreign field, so we are content to go wherever and whenever the Lord so directs.

Secret Place: For security reasons I cannot mention the area where we sometimes serve, but you know the place. The pastors’ group continues to meet. Last week, leaders from 14 churches gathered and had a blessed time together. One brother gave a sermon about working for the Kingdom and not just their congregation. They prayed and worshiped. They are planning united undertakings such as helping the needy, praying over strategic areas of the city, combined worship, and various kinds of training.

God is on the move in this city.

We are praying about returning in 2010 for a special assignment that cannot be discussed here, but contact us directly if you want more info.

India: We continue to seek the Lord’s progress of a home in the southern mountains for trafficked children. We have set up a formal trust under the government of India. Its name is Alpha and Omega.

Right now Richard Harris is there investigating land for building. Richard is a godly young man from Chennai. He had some difficulty locating the place I saw when I was in Kerala earlier this year. I had little information for him to go on other than the name of the nearest village, a photo of a bridge over a river, and some subtitle confirmation that God was directing us to this particular place.

Richard eventually found the bridge based on the photo. We had heard there was a Christian pastor living near the bridge and so I suggested that Richard contact the pastor.

The pastor’s name is Kutappan and he is a real man of God serving the tribals of the area who are poor and without a written language. Richard sat in Kutappan’s house and as he explained our vision of a school and hostel the pastor began to cry. Next he called his wife and excitedly told her what Richard had said.

“For twenty years I have be praying for a school, hostel, and hospital for these tribal children. Two weeks ago God told me that a man would soon come to tell me how this hope would be fulfilled.” Pastor Kutappan wept for some time in joy. His wife and Richard also cried from joy of what God was doing.

When asked how the project would be funded, Richard was cautious and answered, “We are doing everything on prayer; step by step. We don’t have a single Rupee now but if God wants to, he can give us one crore.” (1 crore = 10 Million Rupees = $200,000 US).

At the mention of one crore, pastor Kutappan cried again. “Just a few days ago, I was praying about this and said to the Lord, ‘You are able to do all things. If you need to you can provide one crore just like that.”

Richard will be in Kerala for more than a week so he can attend pastor Kutappan’s church on Sunday and gather more information. He has already discovered that there is tribal land available by the bridge, if we can convince the chiefs of the legitimacy of this undertaking on their behalf. Unfortunately, another man recently came and set up a school and it turned out to be a scam. So the locals are understandably soured on the idea of another attempt. We will have a difficult time gaining the confidence of these remote people.

Please pray for Richard. There is a man following him around with evil intent. The man is a local pastor’s son and Richard believes this son and his father want to poison the project and shut it down before it is even birthed. Please pray against this wicked attempt.

I prayed with Richard over the phone and he is very encouraged by all the Lord is doing to reveal the right people and places to him.

GOD ROCKS!

Monday, June 15, 2009

Missions 2009 Update #10

Newsletter 10 – Final

Dani and I left Washington on March 30 and now, by Monday June 15, this trip will be concluded. For the last two weeks I worked with a Passion4People team in Delhi and Hyderabad. We had a great time and spoke at many churches and venues. I will only give a couple of highlights.

At a clinic near the slums, we were able love on children, help with a few medical diagnoses, and pray and counsel for hurting women. It is so good to know that those who are abused, pushed down, and forgotten on earth will be first in the kingdom of God for eternity. It is the only encouragement we could give to some of the dear souls we met.

I was smitten by the juxtaposition of the bright shining faces of the children who lived in abject poverty in the slums. The contrast of life’s most precious treasure set against the worst of earth’s filth and depravation became a living example to me of how God sees us. Those who follow Jesus are precious to God, and yet, here we are surrounded by a broken world. It is a paradox God fully intends to remedy. Praise to him!

Our final undertaking was to tour the Taj Mahal. It is the icon of India and breathtaking as it sets stark against the open sky. Truly a mammoth undertaking, the Taj was built in the 1600’s as a tomb for the favorite wife of a local king named Shah Jahan. It took 20,000 workers 22 years to complete the white marble wonder. What a testament to the man’s love for his late wife.

As I stared at the mausoleum, I thought, how awesome that I have a king who loved me so much that he paid a price far more expensive to build a permanent home that is more impressive then the weathering Taj Mahal. Even the wealthiest of earthly kings do not fathom the meaning of true blessing as do the children of the one true God.

Without your prayers, this trip and our ministry would be impossible. Thanks for your partnership in the gospel of peace.

1Ti 6:12 –1Ti 6:16 NIV
Fight the good fight of the faith. Take hold of the eternal life to which you were called when you made your good confession in the presence of many witnesses. In the sight of God, who gives life to everything, and of Christ Jesus, who while testifying before Pontius Pilate made the good confession, I charge you to keep this command without spot or blame until the appearing of our Lord Jesus Christ, which God will bring about in his own time—God, the blessed and only Ruler, the King of kings and Lord of lords, who alone is immortal and who lives in unapproachable light, whom no one has seen or can see. To him be honor and might forever. Amen.

JDC--

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Missions 2009 Update #9

Newsletter #9

I finished up in Nellore, India by spending a couple of days with a batch of new evangelist trainees. Theses are villagers who have been converted to Christ and now want to spend their lives serving the one who saved them. Some of them are illiterate and most could not find the book of Luke in their Bibles when I was teaching them. Nevertheless, it is exciting to know that these humble soldiers have an equal, or better chance of being first in the kingdom of God and ahead of the wealthy religious leaders with their PHD’s.

I asked the evangelists to begin our time by telling us their testimonies. Amazing stuff! In the picture titled ‘Evangelist Trainees,’ the following stories apply to those pictured from the viewer’s left to right.

Marthanna and her husband, Irmiah, (next to her in the photo) had a daughter whom they arranged to be married but the daughter returned because her husband was beating her. The daughter swallowed poison and in spite of taking the girl to the hospital, she died.

In her grief Marthanna’s health began to fail. She and Irmiah began to be visited by a village pastor who encouraged them to give their lives to Christ. At this time, Marthanna had a vision of a hand touching her body for healing and sure enough, she started getting better right after that.

Next, their only son became a drunkard and he too took poison to kill himself. This distressed Marthanna so much that she now became suicidal. She tried to hang herself but the rope broke. She took it as a sign that God wanted her to live. At this point in her testimony, Marthanna wept.

The Christians took Marathanna to the hospital and she prayed that if God would save her son, she would give her life to his service. The son’s life was spared and now Marthanna and Irmiah are training to be full-time evangelists. Marathanna wonders how she can serve as a church leader in her male dominated culture, but she will trust God to show her the way.

Monohar was raised as a Christian. His father was an evangelist, but Monohar remained backward in the Lord. Some years later his baby was very sick and even after spending much money at hospitals the baby was still ill. Monohar finally decided to ask Jesus for help and when he did, the baby got better. In recognition of God’s healing of his precious daughter, Monohar decided to serve the Lord as an evangelist like his father.

Shekhar and his wife were Hindus. His wife became very sick and came near to death. He was filled with fear that she would die and he would have no way of caring for their children. Shortly after, he attended a Christian funeral and heard the gospel. The couple began to attend a Christian church near their village.

Whenever they went to the church, the wife had demon problems. During the singing, she would fall down and writhe on the ground. His neighbors and family criticized him, “She is having these problems because you are taking her to the Christians.”

Shekhar’s Hindu father supported him in attending the Christian church and gradually the demonic problems left his wife.

Shekhar had a vision in which he had two crops divided by a path. One crop was strong and green, the other weak and small. A man came and showed his wife how to use fertilizer and both crops grew strong. By this vision Shekhar knew God was calling him to serve him and learn how to care for God’s people correctly.

Three years ago, Kamalakar had a young son who drank his own urine and slowly ate his own body. They took him to the witchdoctor who said the boy would die. Next they took the boy to the Christian church and he was prayed for. When Kamalakar looked at the boy, he was dead, but when the Christians looked at him, they saw his eyes blinking. The demons were deceiving Kamalakar’s sight.

After praying for one month the boy was healed and five families came to the Lord as a result of the boy’s restoration.

Sorry, that is just James pictured in the middle; no great story here.

Anard was an idolater. At age 16 he had a vision of fire that consumed all people around him. Even when hiding inside buildings, people were dying. In the vision, he saw a man he knew and ran to him. Only this man, his daughter, and Anard were safe from the fire.

After the vision, Anard searched out the man in his vision and asked him what it meant. Then man did not have an explanation.

Because of the vision, many Hindus came to Anard for spiritual guidance. Anard and the man were able to leverage their new fame into a growing business where Hindu’s gave money for blessings from them.

At age nineteen, Anard married the man’s daughter, not knowing that she was a secret Christian. After some time, Anard developed a disabling back problem. His wife took him to the Christian church and got him to say that if God would heal him he would serve Christ. Anard resisted because he knew that it would mean giving up his income gained as a Hindu guide. However, the back pain was too great and he did ask the Lord for help.

The back pain gradually went away and when Anard heard a Christian testimony given in a church, he was touched and agreed to be baptized and serve the Lord. Five family members were baptized with him. Now he wants to be an evangelist because of the great things God has done for him.

Simon felt the Lord calling him into ministry but avoided the call because he had addictions he did not want to give up. His mother said to him, “Son you are called into the ministry and if you don’t heed God something bad may happen to your wife.”

Sure enough, one day Simon’s wife developed an acute pain in her stomach. She doubled over on the ground and was soon near death. Simon prayed and agreed to serve the Lord if his wife was healed and that same day his wife was better. Now Simon is eager to be an evangelist for Jesus.

Two years ago, Jacob was a heavy drinker and had a kidney problem. His boss took him to two hospitals but they discovered it would cost $16,000 to operate on him. The amount was impossible to raise so Jacob sat in his village an waited to die. He was unable to get up and urinated on himself and no one would help him. All his family and villagers abandoned him; his wife also left him. According to their tribal custom, family do not care for the terminally ill, but leave them where they are and move away from the body into a new hut in another location.

On the night he was expected to die, Jacob cried out a simple plea, “Jesus, please heal me.”

That night Jacob saw a pastor place his hands on him and pray for him. By early morning he felt better and in two days he walked into the Christian church. People were amazed to see him alive and encouraged him to continue on with Jesus who had rescued him. From then on, Jacob began to serve Christ.

I have been able to make some observations about these events and their commonality in India. God is sending healings, visions, and miracles into areas where there is little or no witness. The goal is not miracles, but conversion. In every case people come to Christ.

In the cities, there are long existent churches begun by missionaries years ago. Unfortunately, the majority of these churches are mired in denominational traditions and hierarchal preoccupations. The truly selfless, humble leaders are far and few between. These churches and missionaries complain that India is hardened against the gospel and have all but given up on evangelism.

Another factor is the politically correct blending of religions meant to foster harmony between three opposing faiths: Hinduism, Islam, and Christianity. Yesterday I saw a slogan painted on the wall of a Christian school that typifies this mindset: ‘There is one language, love; one God, love; one religion, love.’ These are attempts at removing the offensiveness of the gospel that Jesus assured us was necessary:

Mt 10:34 –Mt 10:36 NIV

“Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I did not come to bring peace, but a sword.

For I have come to turn

“‘a man against his father,

a daughter against her mother,

a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law—

a man’s enemies will be the members of his own household.’

One more observation is in order. From inert churches that never witness the miraculous transforming power of God, to power hungry refusals to die to self, we are much like India.

The words of Jesus have been troubling me much:

Mt 10:39 NIV

Whoever finds his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it.

I hope you will enjoy the pictures which include a visit to a 14th century fort of the last Maharajah, a Bollywood film set we stumbled across, the shoe shopping victory of team members Kirstan and Jenifer, a bit of Hyderabad, and the beautiful AIDS orphans I visited in Chennai. I made balloon flowers for the orphans as I listened to the story of a little girl who one year ago was near death with 1 and ½ failed lungs, a failed liver, heart problems, and a brain aneurism that left her left side paralyzed. Because of the power of prayer, you can see her healthy and shinning with her balloon flower.

All praise to our incredible, amazing God.

JDC--




Sunday, May 31, 2009

Missions 2009 Update #8

I jumped on the back of Bhushan’s motorcycle for the 70 km ride out to the village of Balireddypalem. It was hot. Very hot. Three people died in the general area from heatstroke that day.

We left the arid inland cities and headed for the coast. We wove between tractors, bull-carts, and behemoth old busses. We had to wait while a herd of goats swarmed around us then moved on. There were green rice paddies, coconut palms, shrimp ponds, and sugarcane fields.

When we arrived, the harvest festival was underway and shrill off-key singers blared from a loudspeaker. Worshipers sat outside on tarps under a party canopy. The women wore saris in electric colors with their shawls pulled over their heads in reverence. The men wore western shirts and eastern wraps at their waists.

Bhushan served as interpreter and we preached from James chapter 1 about not wasting our trials but using them to bring us closer to Jesus. We were both dripping in sweat and the people were having difficulty staying awake. In the pre-monsoon heat, Indian life pretty much shuts down. We kept the message short and ate a meal cooked over outdoor fires.

Two cots were placed under a tree and that is where Bhushan and I ate and rested for the afternoon. We stayed in the village to preach another session in the evening. It was a joy to observe village life for a day.

Once most of the onlookers got bored with staring at the white visitor, the normal routines continued. Old people slept on mats, children made up silly games, chickens and dogs took refuge under our cots. There is no privacy in rural India and it was not unusual to open my napping eyes to find adorable children giggling over me, or three old women waiting to see if I would do anything strange.

That evening the breeze stopped and the heat clamped its jaws onto us. We sat on the stage and watched as the singing crowd doubled, then doubled again. There were 200 present and my familiar old doubts pressed in.

I prayed, “Lord, I can’t think in this heat. I am nothing that I should presume to speak to these people. I don’t know what I’m going to say. Why did I come here? God, I need a miracle.”

There was no energy for superfluous words and we went right to the point. We used white-toothed, beaming-eyed children to act out the parable of the prodigal son. The crowd laughed as we made the son and his father re-unite in a slow motion running hug. All the magic tricks worked except for a hidden rope that slipped down my pant-leg and out the cuff.

The Indians dressed in their festival finery and decorative tea lights strung about created a wondrous atmosphere. The girls wore jasmine flowers in their hair and the boys were freshly washed and reveled in rhythmic clapping. Everybody was ready to embrace whatever entertainment was offered, no matter how unprofessional it may have been. We added the always-dynamic message of the gospel of peace and had a spectacular evening.

The Holy Spirit empowered our words and there was no doubt that, in spite of cultural and linguistic barriers, the goods of how to return to God were delivered. The tribal Hindus who slipped into the fringes of the crowd learned of man’s common sin problem and how to remedy the crisis.

I have come to appreciate how Indian evangelists handle altar calls. They simply tell the people that if they want Jesus, come talk to them after the meeting. This removes the emotional hype as well as the western preoccupation with numbers and verifiable human results. It leaves room for the Holy Spirit to do his work and reduces shallow decisions.

A humble man came and bowed before me and offered a bunch of foot-long green vegetables called drumsticks. It was his way of saying thank you. My doubts from before the meeting evaporated and I realized once again that I have the best job in the world. It is my privilege to tell others the most incredible news anyone could hear.

Keep your money Satan, keep your comforts; nothing you offer can touch what I have.

Be blessed,


JDC--

Missions 2009 Update #7

Friends,

Below is a link to a few photos and a video in India. I am preaching most every day and having a great time in spite of the temperatures. It is 119 (46c) in the sun and 100 (38c) in the shade. I stay mostly in the shade.

The Christians are beautiful; even when they are mourning. Rufus and I preached at a funeral two days ago. The old man was a believer so it was a delight to proclaim the gospel and send him on to real life.

I also had the opportunity to tell of the offer for eternal forgiveness in the courtyard of a Hindu shrine. There were two sessions and in the evening many non-Christians joined the laughter as I attempted my gospel magic tricks. We all had a good time and those seven years old or younger were actually impressed. We had a wonderful meal together and belted out worship music with a large Indian percussion section.

In another village, Vavilla, during the worship music, a woman named Sevarapu writhed on the floor in a believable likeness of the snakes so frequently worshiped here. After the meeting they brought her for healing and, thanks to the power in Jesus’ name, she left in her right mind, a lovely new follower of Christ.

The children were the highlight that night. They participated with enthusiasm as we used them in skits to demonstrate the parable of the four soils and how we can be rescued by Jesus. Laughter is a universal language. During the worship time, the children fell face downward and praised God, especially the adorable five-year-old girl in the center of the picture. God’s love overflowed from these precious ones.

We are experiencing the fulfillment of:

Isa 66:18 –Isa 66:21 NIV

“And I, because of their actions and their imaginations, am about to come and gather all nations and tongues, and they will come and see my glory.

“I will set a sign among them, and I will send some of those who survive to the nations—to Tarshish, to the Libyans and Lydians (famous as archers), to Tubal and Greece, and to the distant islands that have not heard of my fame or seen my glory. They will proclaim my glory among the nations.

And they will bring all your brothers, from all the nations, to my holy mountain in Jerusalem as an offering to the LORD—on horses, in chariots and wagons, and on mules and camels,” says the LORD. “They will bring them, as the Israelites bring their grain offerings, to the temple of the LORD in ceremonially clean vessels.

And I will select some of them also to be priests and Levites,” says the LORD.


Missions 2009 Update #6

Kerala

 

I flew to Cochin city of Kerala State in India to investigate potential sites for starting an orphanage to rescue child prostitutes. Some months ago God put the word Kerala on my heart. That is not much guidance so I doubted that I was using resources correctly by going to a place when I had so little understanding of my purpose or contacts. However, every time I prayed about it I would come back to convicting Bible verses like:

 

Jas 1:27 NIV

Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.

 

Lk 12:48 NIV

From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked.

 

Mt 25:40 NIV

The King will reply, ‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.’

 

So with a strong conviction to help the most abused of the world’s precious children, I went to Kerala on faith.

 

Dani and I had visited Kerala in 2007 and we used a Christian travel agent based in Cochin. I emailed my friend Sudha, who is from the opposite coast of India, and asked for the contact information. Sudha sent me the name Jimmy Joseph, but there was no email and the phone number was disconnected. Through an on-line search I found a new phone number and Jimmy was willing to help me but confused as to who our mutual friends were. He did not know any of the names I gave him. Exactly how we got connected remains a mystery.

 

It turns out Jimmy is a God-hungry evangelical Catholic. Sadly, I am not sure either of us would have trusted the other’s denominational labels to forge a relationship if we had known them at the outset. God had to trick us to work together.

 

I explained to Jimmy my reason for coming to Kerala and he was concerned on two fronts. First he feared I would become a target for the many unscrupulous operators looking to make money on clueless Americans. Second, Jimmy wondered if I was another of the many who use orphanage work for sexual exploitation or for making money from donors. I am told the majority of orphanages are in business to make money or bring self-glory.

 

Jimmy kept my reasons for being in Kerala a secret from all, even his boss, so he could prevent thieves from knowing a target was near. He began showing me around existing good orphanages so I could see how they operated. In Jimmy’s circles, he knew mostly Catholic orphanages. As he and I spent time together we began to see into one another’s heart. I saw that Jimmy was a man of unusual integrity and zeal for Jesus. As I prayed over his friends and connected with his spiritual mentors who serve as priests, he knew my intentions were likewise genuine.

 

Next we launched into three days of looking for potential properties, with or without structures, and for purchase or lease. It was grueling work as we drove up and down the coast during the year’s highest heat and looked at nearly 20 potentials.

 

I was getting disappointed as common sense and the Lord’s voice did not line up on any of the properties. All we saw were overpriced, swampy, littered, smelly lots in the slums. Anything nice was way out of our price range. Because of the popular tourist destinations in the famed backwaters and beach areas, the real-estate values are higher than the USA.

 

By noon on my forth day in Kerala, we had nothing and the realtor said, “That is the last one.”

 

We were headed back to the hotel and I was thinking, We need to look up in the mountains away from the tourist areas. We don’t have time to do anything further on this trip. I will use the Internet at the hotel to look for potentials in the mountains. But I can’t say anything to Jimmy because he has worked so hard and now I can’t suddenly change my parameters. If this project happens it will have to wait until another trip.

 

Then I prayed, “Lord I really don’t understand because I am more sure of your call to work in Kerala then when I came, but you have said nothing to my heart about any of these properties.”

 

Jimmy interrupted my silent prayer, “I think we need to look in the mountains. I have not said anything, but my family owns a small property in an area that only received roads two years ago. The original British road slid away 50 years ago and the tourist resorts developed near the new road built in another place. This land is one of the last unspoiled places and perfect for damaged children to heal. There are clean rivers, wild elephants, and electricity has been put in but not yet energized.”

 

I was eager to see it so Jimmy asked me to stay another day. “Sorry Jimmy, I cannot do it. I have other ministry appointments in Chennai and Nellore. It is today, or it will have to wait for a future trip.”

 

Jimmy went to work on his cell phone to see if the family was amiable to the project and willing to let me see the property. The key relative was Uncle George. It turned out George had been away for all the days we were looking in the backwaters and had just landed at the airport. He was 17 kilometers ahead of us and headed to the mountain property himself.

 

Over the phone Jimmy explained my ministry and interest in helping children. He told George of the blessings we had already received from the priests and Catholic leaders. George was favorable to meeting me. He abandoned his taxi and waited at the roadside. We picked him up and all headed up the mountains together.

 

During the four-hour trip, we went into mist-cloaked mountains covered in palms, mahoganies, and rubber tree and tea plantations. Wild flowers and waterfalls became frequent as we rose above the jungle heat. The paved road ended and we transferred to a Mahindra (Indian Jeep). After driving through a river that had boys laughing and swimming in a deep pool, the truck bounced up to the family property.

 

Now I had an internal struggle. The general area was perfect, but the property was too steep and small for much use. I realized I was being too picky and bringing my western expectations into the decision.

 

I prayed, “Okay Lord, you clearly have your hand on these circumstances, so with your help I will accept this property and make it work.”

 

We met Jimmy’s family in their humble trailside house and then had to leave on account of the coming nighttime. On the way down, Uncle George asked me, through the interpreter, what I though about the property.

 

I was silent a while then gave him my true concerns. Right off he said, “There is no reason you have to use our property. I know of another place close to ours that is more lever, bigger, and in site of the river.”

 

He even knew the price to buy the other land and it was well within our budget.

 

It was now too dark to go back, but George went on, “Use our place temporarily and move to something more suitable when you can. I will help you find the right one.”

 

The results of this trip are:

 

·      New friends in Christ; some of whom can serve as board members for the orphanage trust.

·      A viable, healthy, and rare location.

·      God’s clear provision for continuing the project.

 

I arrived at the hotel at midnight and got up at 2:30am for the flight to Chennai. Outside I am exhausted, inside I am energized.

 

 

 

 

Missions 2009 Update #5

Dear friends:

There is a change in plans. Dani’s MS is acting up and so she is flying back to the US with Steve and Denise. She will be with our son and daughter for mother’s Day and spend time with family.

I will travel on to India and spend five weeks in ministry in three locations. India has been making the headlines with record-breaking temperatures reaching 112, so it is a good thing Dani will avoid that stress.

As we close out China, let me touch on a few recent highlights.

· The pastors held another monthly prayer meeting last week and 20 were present, including two churches that had not previously attended. I felt led to stay away, but heard great reports of the continuing love, unity, and bold plans for the future.

· After our conference of two weeks ago, my Korean co-speaker, Pastor Chong, traveled to another city in northern China for a pastor’s conference. Over 70 pastors came together and there was a great anointing from the Holy Spirit. There were healings and one man paralyzed since childhood stood and marched about praising God.

These miracles are ancillary to the bigger miracle of first-time unity between underground churches and the move of revival. God is clearly at work in China.

· Dani and I had the privilege of counseling several who are seeking the truth of Jesus. One was an Indian medical student we will call Meeata. She was raised Hindu but last year she was told about Christ and began to investigate his legitimacy.

“Every time I try to read the Bible or pray, I have nightmares of snakes coming to kill me. I expected peace from Jesus, not turmoil, so I stopped following him.”

We read 1Cor 10:20 to Meeata which says:

“No, but the sacrifices of pagans are offered to demons, not to God, and I do not want you to be participants with demons.”

Then we explained how the Hindu gods are really demons and they do not want her to follow Jesus so they are trying to scare her away with dreams.

For Meeata’s entire life she has been told that the Hindu gods are good for her, so it means a major change for her to realize they are demons. In the end she agreed to pray to Jesus for 40 days and ask him to reveal himself in some special way. She eagerly agreed and wept freely as we prayed over her.

She seems close to a decision, so please pray for Meeata. God knows her real name.

· Another special girl was Ann. After I preached last week from James 5:16 about the importance of confessing sins to a fellow believer, Ann made an appointment with Dani to unburden her soul. Ann knew she was already forgiven by the blood of Jesus, however, she longed to get out from under the power of her secret.

After counseling with Dani, Anne said, “When I was baptized one year ago, I only did it to please my boyfriend. Should I be re-baptized?”

After her false baptism Anne later received Christ but knew she had not been truly obedient during her baptism.

I explained, “When you first trusted Christ, God saw the change in your heart and that day became your spiritual birthday. Getting baptized again will be much like what happens with a couple elopes but later decides to hold a formal wedding ceremony before friends and relatives.

“You made a private decision, now you are ready to go public and announce to all that you are united to Jesus.”

I asked two elders of Anne’s home church to exercise their anointed authority by helping with the baptism.

I said, “We now baptize you in the name of the Father…”

One of the elders said, “and the Son…”

The final elder said, “and the Holy Spirit.”

Then there was a bit of crowding and confusion as we all three helped to pushed Anne under the water in a neighbor’s bathtub. The girl would not fit in the tub so she had to scrunch her legs against her chest while an elder bent her head sideways so she could go under the water with barely an inch of water washing over her face.

I had to hold in my laughter to maintain the solemnity of the moment.

Anne came up beaming, knowing she had made the right decision.

For India, please pray:

· For guidance on how we can help child prostitutes.

· For wisdom to minister in the face of many needs to the right people at the right times.

· That I might serve from a position of repentance and dependence on Christ.

Blessings and Joy,

JDC--

Missions 2009 Update #4

Much Loved Friends,

Over the weekend we have been busy preaching in two cities and God is blessing much. On Sunday we had four baptisms in a portable contraption that allows the sacrament to be completed in private quarters.

We had to blur the faces of these new additions to God’s amazing family; however, in the eyes of Jesus, each face is crystal clear and much loved.

On Sunday, Dani was home with a bad cold. Steve and Denise went to a different underground church and brought two unbelievers they have been praying for and witnessing to since they arrived in China. Last night these two also accepted Christ.

Lot’s of fun going on this side of the planet.

Joy and more joy,

D & D

Missions 2009 Update #3

Newsletter #3- Retreat

Wow! So many amazing things happened during the pastors’ retreat. God was truly present in all his holiness and the expressions of his working took many forms. To quickly mention a few:

· 28 pastors and leaders united for three days and two nights to pray, fellowship, worship and to listen to preaching. For security reasons, I was the only white person allowed in the meeting, however the people went out of their way to make me feel included.

· The first item of business was that the participants were required to turn in their cell phone sim cards. They were placed in tiny clear bags and a chart was made and stored separately that identified the owners. This precaution was necessary in case there was a police raid. This way only the pastors will be exposed and not all their congregations whose numbers are on the cards.

· Each participant gave their testimony and there were many amazing stories. Most resisted Christ for years before finally yielding. Once they began to follow Jesus, they held nothing back and gave their full time to service in the kingdom of God. Many began ministering and gained what training they could along the way.

· One older sister said, “I am a third generation pastor. My grandfather was baptized by Watchman Nee. My Father was also a pastor and put in prison. After two years he died in that place. Now I run a Christian bookstore. The police watch me but somehow by God’s grace, it is still open. I preach the gospel to those who come in.”

· I was privileged to alternate the pulpit with a pastor from Korea; for now, we can call him pastor Chong. He was an anointed speaker and told of his experience of fasting for 40 days and how it changed his life. He spoke in Korean, then a Chinese interpreter repeated each sentence. While pastor Chong continued with the next phrase, an English translator whispered the English to me.

· I wanted to give the pastors a gift of a newly translated Chinese Bibles we brought from the US. When we packed the Bibles, we had no plans for how to use them or what number to bring. When I asked for one representative from each church to stand, there were enough for each church, except for one I can mail to my close friend.

· At the end of pastor Chong’s first message, he broke into a passionate song in beautiful tenor. Only a handful could understand the Korean lyrics, however, it brought on the Holy Spirit and several began to go to their knees in prayer. Soon the room was filled with the sounds of worship in the Spirit and a young woman at the back started to cry. Her wailing turned to gagging and she ran for a bucket to vomit.

After the service, I was able to minister to this daughter of Christ along with several others suffering from demonic oppressions. My goal was to impart the tools necessary for victory so they could conduct their own ministries to help others trapped by this prevalent problem.

At the root of these particular cases was un-forgiveness of others and prior worship of buddhas. It took a couple of sessions, but they had release and received the new ministry with confidence and joy.

One girl in particular was so relieved she was like a puppy dog the rest of the retreat. She followed me everywhere and looked for every opportunity to help me with my shoes, or chopsticks, or just beam her newfound smile.

· A pastor received an urgent message that the government controlled church was insisting that the house church come under their control. The pastor was called in at 2:30 in the afternoon to meet with the Bureau of Religious Affairs to discuss the problem. The pastors all broke into heartfelt prayer on behalf of this meeting. I have yet to hear the outcome.

· A sister was asked to sing a solo for the group and after the song, she told pastor Chong that the Holy Spirit was prompting her to repent in front of everybody and have him pray over her. Many were in tears or shaking like leaves over the holiness of God’s presence and our impurity.

· In an open sharing time, many told how this first-ever retreat changed their lives and gave courage to trust God at whole new levels (myself included). After hundreds of years of idol worship, this was the first time so many pastors have met for the gospel in this city.

· We studied about the times men had encountered God’s holiness: Moses, Solomon, Daniel, Ezekiel, and John. They all fell onto their faces as dead men. We then went facedown and worshiped in silence. When I finally peeked, every participant was pressed to the ground. No one wanted to move for a long time. When we finally rose, we had tears running.

· When I got home, tired yet joyous, we looked into the gift-bag of tea the group gave me for speaking. There was an envelope with 1,000 Yuen ($150) inside. This is a large amount for these Christians and I was blown away. I have taught pastors in nine foreign countries and this is the first time I was not asked for money, but given money. Not only are the Chinese self-sufficient, they are generous and zealous to send missionaries to foreign countries. That shows us the maturity that 100 years of persecution has developed.

While I was away with the pastors, Dani was busy with Denise buying pearl jewelry and silk scarves to set up an on-line store and do presentations and parties, to make money for missions. Specifically, they are raising money to send Monica, a young woman from a tiny village in Northern India that has no medical services available, to Zimbabwe. There she will learn from Judy Ervine and staff about the herbal treatments that have been used successfully there. Denise and Steve went to that village in India and feel the Lord is leading them to do this. We are bringing some amazing bargains home. If you are interested in seeing these treasures, or would just like to donate to Monica’s trip, let Dani know.

‘nuf for now.

Love and peace,

JDC--

PS The Holy Spirit rocks!

Missions 2009 Update #2

Dear Supportive Friends:

For the last week we have been traveling in the Huang Shan (Yellow Mountains) area which is famous for tenacious pine trees twisting out of granite spires wrapped in clouds; and a lot of steps. Somehow they have made stone staircases that protrude right off the face of rock cliffs. The paths wind into places that mountain goats would not dare to approach; places with names like, ‘Beginning to Believe Mountain,’ ‘Clouds Pavilion,’ and ‘Rock Flying From Afar.

As we first approached the mountains while driving through bamboo forest and flowering dogwood trees, we stopped in a local village for lunch. We were traveling with a Chinese sister we have known for some years; we will call her Daisy (because she is like a bright cheery flower.) Daisy agreed to go with us as translator. She turned out to be that and so much more, like travel agent, negotiator, evangelist, personal shopper, and the serving hands of Christ all rolled into one.

Anyway, Daisy took us to the non-tourist restaurants. As we ate our very Chinese lunch, Daisy slipped across the street to buy a hat for Dani. We watched as she persistently went next door and got a bent-over old man to open the store. Daisy returned without a hat but with fresh vegetables for our meals.

The Lord touched me with sadness at the plight of that hunchbacked man, suffering through his years, then perhaps entering an eternity with no reward. So when Daisy returned, I suggested we both go back across the street and tell him about Christ. She enthusiastically agreed. The man was destined to have his entire lunch interrupted.

We sat under a tree and, through Daisy, I told the old man I felt sorry for his suffering.

“I was a porter and carried loads up and down the mountain in my youth. That is how my back became so distorted,” he explained.

“I do not have an answer for your back now, but I want your permission to tell you how you can have an eternity with a perfect new body, much better than mine.”

He caught my humor then gave permission to proceed. Using two bricks we demonstrated the gulf of sin between man and God and how the sacrifice of Jesus allows us to bridge that gap.

“By accepting and following Christ as Savior while we are in these temporary bodies, we are promised an eternity of paradise and God wants you to have that because of all the suffering you have had during these days.”

By now his wife was standing by and listening in. We asked them both if they wanted to follow Jesus, “If you do, we will lead you in a prayer right now; however, you must be sincere about this.”

The wife snickered and refused, however, to our delight, the man said yes. Daisy had him repeat a long prayer, which I could not understand but I know it was to repent of sin and open his heart to Jesus.

In every conversation we have had with Daisy we have all stumbled and stopped to look up words necessary to convey our full meaning. It is a wondrous side note that during the conversation with the old man, there was no sign of that limitation between us. The Holy Spirit was present and on the job in multiple ways.

I am happy to report that it looks as though there will be a Chinese hunchback for you to meet in heaven, but of course he may be difficult to recognize because he will no longer have that or any other infirmity.

After a cable car ride up the mountain, we had to climb the thousands of stairs to our hotel. How, you might ask, did Dani manage to make it to those heights? She sat in a wicker chair and two porters carried her on bamboo poles. The attention and stares from other climbers meant this was not her favorite method of conveyance. She ended up in many Chinese vacation photos and videos. Nevertheless it gave Daisy and me another opportunity to encourage the hardworking porters.

At a rest stop along the way, we were again giving the gospel message to the attentive porters by using the parable of Jesus about four types of soil that represent four hearts. When I tossed seeds unto the path, rocks, weeds, and good soil, the porters were quick to attempt an interpretation of the story. They were not too far off.

We laughed together and then we cleared up a few important details the porters had miss-read. As I drew illustrations in the dirt with Dani’s walking stick, she whispered to me, “Don, police.”

An officer joined the small group that was by now attracted to our message. I drew the lines for tic-tack-toe and proceeded to teach how to play the game. The policeman was not going to allow the foreigners to hold any teaching audience on the mountain, so Dani returned to her chair and Daisy completed the real message later on. She walked, first beside the porter at the back, then by the one at the front. Daisy was arrested and interrogated last year so she knows the risks first-hand.

“Because of the policeman, we cannot pray with you now, but you can pray to receive Christ by yourself,” she told them.

So the outcome of this encounter will remain unknown to us until a future date. However: “There is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed, or hidden that will not be made known. What you have said in the dark will be heard in the daylight, and what you have whispered in the ear in the inner rooms will be proclaimed from the roofs.” Lk 12:2 –Lk 12:3 NIV

In the meantime, thanks for joining the proclamation of the good news by your prayers.

On the way back we rode across Thousand Island Lake in a boat crammed with noisy Chinese. We met a friendly mother and her 12-year-old daughter and gave them the gospel through a few magic tricks. It was a bit difficult because the culture has no taboo on staring or eavesdropping. When I finished a trick, people on the other side of the boat clapped and commented. To avoid a crowd, I roamed my eyes elsewhere to appear as though not engaged with the woman and girl.

For lunch we gathered around tables in groups of eight to ten and communal dishes of fish, tofu, vegetables, rice, and sour greens were placed on the tables. Each group ate with chopsticks from the table and spit bones and fat onto the table. I don’t think Emily Post made it to China.

Next, was a taxi, then a four-hour bouncy bus ride, another taxi, a smoky pressed together four-hour train ride, another taxi, and finally home at 1am.

The next day was a meeting with 37 pastors and leaders to brainstorm how they can work together for revival. A wealthy businessman has offered a large conference center for whatever purposes the pastors tell him.

The man yelled with conviction, “God is calling me back to him and whatever you pastors tell me to do with this building, I will do; even if I have to tear it down and rebuild.”

The pastors are discussing a combined Bible school, youth training center, common sanctuary, 24-hour prayer room, administration and resources offices, and a retreat center.

God is definitely calling the pastors in unity and waking up the churches in this city. Even the official three-self churches are filled with thousands beyond capacity. New sanctuaries are being built, but not fast enough. Many want to organize, share resources, and take their city for Christ. There are big challenges, but it is started and it will be fun to see what happens over the next years.

Last night we led a couples Bible study with great encouragement on both sides, and this morning we preached at a cell church. The topic was on how each believer is called to deep intimacy with Jesus, without hiding behind Biblical head knowledge, or an intervening pastor, or false doubts of God’s love.

How awesome it is that God wants unfettered, passionate, dependant friendship with each of us.

After church, we met with three baptism candidates and prepped them by explaining the purpose of the ceremony. We showed them pictures of Dani’s sister’s, niece’s and nephew’s baptisms in Hawaii and several that were done in Africa. They had never seen a baptism and were curious. It was exciting to see past the language barrier and catch the eagerness in their eyes to be officially united to Jesus; like a bride who can’t wait for the wedding day. We also gave them gospel bracelets that the ladies at Sequim Bible Church made, so they would have a way to share with friends and family, the decisions they had made.

Next time we expect to write of the outcome of the pastors’ retreat that will be over the next three days.

Thanks for your prayers.