To the Ends of the Earth for Love.

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“I don’t want to live on the streets anymore.”

I got a word that he has a pastoral gifting and that I felt he was going to be a pastor one day and someone who is centered around family. As I began to prophesy his eyes were fixed on mine. He stopped interrupting and you could see the oppression and fog lift. He said his heart was racing and began to cry.

He said he felt so different and was ready to change his life. He said he didn’t want to live on the streets anymore and sincerely asked how to follow Jesus.

All this from a homeless man who came to our community love feast. 

He approached us with a swollen and infected abscess the size of a golf ball on his arm. We were able to clean it and treat it with medicated ointment. 

We prayed for healing for his arm and prayed over his life. He said his pain completely went away in his arm and that now it was all tingly down his arm instead. We told him about Holy Spirit and that God was coming upon him.

That’s when we began to prophesy and he encountered the love of Jesus.

Witch Doctor Finds Jesus

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Tucked up in the high mountain hills lies a small village of no more than 20 houses. The village is passed daily by many trekkers who go up to see the vast Himalayas in all their towering splendor. On this specific day, my team and I were set for this wayside village not the mountains. We traced our path back the same way we’d arrived a few days before. My mind reminisced the journey and my back sighed in relief that it wasn’t carrying a large pack. It seemed like any other day. Nothing out of the ordinary. Beautiful, fresh, mountain air and sunshine. Our hearts were expectant for God to move.

The pastor we were with asked us “Do you want to go to the believer’s village or the one where there aren’t any believers?” “Why would we go to a place that already knows Jesus?” I asked myself. However my question was quickly diverted as we had already told the villagers we were coming. We proceeded on our way.

As we arrived at a small village home, we were welcomed by some local believers. There was a man sitting there, his genuine smile warmed our hearts as we sat down on handwoven bamboo mats. We started a small fellowship, sang a few songs, and shared an encouraging word. 

The pastor leaned over to me and said “You should share about Jesus with this man. He is the village witchdoctor.” pointing to the older man who greeted us. “I shared with him 5 years ago and he refused to believe what I said.” I was surprised that this man didn’t already have a relationship with Jesus. He was surrounded by believers and radiated joy. He had to know! He was partially deaf so we shared with him using a tool for sharing the Good News through simple pictures.

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Minutes later, our local friend asked if he was ready to follow Jesus “I will follow him! I’m going to heaven!” he exclaimed. Joy filled my heart and tears welled up in my eyes. I witnessed this man repeating a simple prayer and accepting Jesus into his heart. I noticed he was wearing some religious string bracelets and he agreed to take them off. I ran into the kitchen, found a knife and we helped him cut off the strings. What freedom! 

Afterwards, we sat around drinking tea and munching on hot fresh popcorn. We shared with the believers the importance of meeting and praying together. It felt like such a holy moment and I could hardly believe what I just witnessed with my own eyes. I loved that we were able to partner with the local pastor who has been laboring for years in that region. He had done most of the work planting the seeds and faithfully watering them. Then we were able to come and reap the harvest and witness this man give his life to Jesus. 

I did DTS…but now what?

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I want to tell you a story of failure and success. I’ll be brutally honest and give you a peek into the highs and the lows of my relationship with Jesus.

My goal is this: that you would read this and be better than I was, be more faithful than I was, and as a result stay closer to Jesus than I did.

When I did my DTS four years ago I had zero grid for what a relationship with God looked like. My time with the Lord was sporadic. I’d talk to him when there was something hard to process from lecture or when I was worried about my future.

There was only one thing that was consistent about my quiet times and that was the subject… it was always about me.

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I do missions like a girl.

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I am a girl. And I always wanted to be brave. How come when I was growing up, they only told the boys to be brave?

Something inside me wanted to be on the frontlines rather than just a spectator. I wanted to get my hands dirty and be a part of a revolution. And I knew that if I felt that way there must be other women who do too.

Someone recently told me that I should read, Guardians of the Great Commission by Ruth A.Tucker. Honestly, I felt a little skeptical—exaggerated tales lauding unrealistic female missionary superheroes—no thanks. But the title was pretty similar to a recent superhero film so…I decided to read it. What could I lose, right?

Much to my relief, it turned out to be a fascinating collection of stories about revolutionary women who gave their lives for the great task of fulfilling the Great Commission. 

These women were female missionary superheros. (There, I said it).

As I read, I was faced with my own hesitancy. What kept me from just “going for it?” It made me wonder, what holds women back from taking risks and trying to change the world?

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One Easy Way to Get Into A Closed Nation

We’ve got a Summer Outreach team in the Himalayas right now. Just got this text from them. Had to share.

We begin every morning in the prayer room with our long-term team here. They have two incredible hours of of worship and intercession every day.

This morning we prayed for the Arab Gulf. And at one point—very specifically—that migrant workers would bring the gospel into closed nation in the Arab Gulf.

This afternoon, we ventured out for our team’s first outreach in the city. Half of us went to the slums. We stopped to pray for every person we could and probably saw 10 healings (including partially deaf ears opening!).

Towards the end, we met a man who told us that next month he was moving to the Arab Gulf for work for the next seven years!

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We sat and talked with him for awhile. He had lower back pain, so we prayed and of course…it was instantly healed. He didn’t understand how it happened. He had never even heard the name of Jesus before. In his amazement he wanted to learn more.

We shared the gospel with him and explained that Jesus loved him and healed his back. The man gave his life to the Lord on the spot, smiling and saying, “Even though my family does not believe, today I believe in Jesus!”

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