So Much to Tell You

Some snippets:

Tonight we had a powerful time of prayer. One of the Community Workers set up a number of prayer stations around our conference room. There were pictures, and candles, flowers and decorative tablecloths, artwork and hand written verses from the Bible, and there was a table sprinkled with cards so we could write to whomever the Lord placed on our hearts (I wrote a card to my Dad!). It was wonderful and meaningful, so heartfelt was the experience, I had tears streaming down my face during much of the time. Then we heard their urgent and desperate prayers. But, unlike the prayers I often hear in churches, these prayers were not for themselves, but for the unreached people of the country who are locked in bondage without Jesus. These were loud, gut-wrenching, passionate prayers for others. It reminded me of our need to be a house of prayer, to be a praying church.

One local told a Community Worker, "We stil have wars, and fights. We argue and kill each other. But you Christians, you help us. You risk your lives for us. You... love us!" Pray for this particular worker because his government and the local government are trying to restrict his access to the people. Yes, this is blatant spiritual warfare.

We will be entering the other country soon. In preparation for that, we will have to wear the local dress. Looks pretty cool, huh?




Because of all of the great food we're eating, Henry had to get bigger pants... just kidding. The pants are REALLY big!

Keep praying, OK? The conference wraps up soon, then we're heading to the border.

Blessings!