I have had many thoughts in the past 36 hours of my experiences in Peru for this trip which began July 28 and ends tomorrow, September 22. Please indulge me as I share them with you.
The first and probably the most important is the fact that I have had the privilege of ministering to (at the best calculation, yet conservatively) 400 Pastors plus many leaders; speaking in 15 churches; a minimum of 30 hours of direct counseling or sharing appointments with pastors; plus untold hours of just “being with” pastors, their spouses and families to encourage them and 49 different sermons or teaching sessions.
I did a quick calculations to see if I could determine the potential impact from the speaking sessions, seminars and graduations. If each Church had an average of 40 – one Church had 400 in attendance, one 200, another 125, and one 90 – so in reality 40 is low, but to avoid blowing up the numbers permit me to use the average of 40. When I multiply an average of 40 times 400 pastors I easily reach a number of 16,000 potential believers who could be impacted by what I shared. That is an awesome responsibility. Then when I recognize the potential of that impact from only 50% of that number on others, we end up approximately 24,000 people who could have an impact from my time here in Peru. If we went with any figure larger than 40, it tends to become staggering.
I am humbled by the potential God placed before me. And I want those of you who contribute to missions to recognize the impact you are having on the nation of Peru!
One of the burdens challenges God has placed on me is to challenge the Peruvian people to cross denominational lines in their cities and unite to send missionaries to pueblos and into the jungle to reach those who are unreached.
While in Piura (pronounced Pure-a) I meet withe ministerial association. Because of the influence of one US missionary, they are uniting to support missionaries across denominational lines. For example: If an individual from the Nazarene church is called to be a missionary, then all the churches, regardless of their affiliation are going to contribute to support him as he reaches out to a specific area. When another person arises and is qualified, then they will once again do the same thing. You know, it almost sounds like it is “Christian” and not marred by the barriers of doctrinal differences, of methodology, or tradition. WOW! It is possible that God may just bless that city and bring a revival.
I have shared and preached that message every time I have had an open door either to congregations, pastors in groups or on a one to one basis.
I cannot even begin to think how many Peruvians, trained and sent out could be supported sufficiently on the monthly cost of one North American Missionary’s monthly support. Now, I know we need some missionaries, but the best way to reach a county is to stand beside and train the nationals to do the work.
I am reminded of the economic downturn in the US, the potential of political uprisings in the countries of this world that have the potential of closing the doors to US citizens to spread the gospel. What we do, we must do now and sufficiently to prepare for the future. There are presently many open doors and we do not know how long the will remain open.
I cannot even begin to tell you how many people have reported being healed in the services. I mentioned in one blog about how I questioned the raising of hands indicating they knew they were healed and ask them to put their hands down and then stated the request again, only to have more hands raised the second time than the first.
Just yesterday, Pastor Jorge Watanabe, the superintendent of the International Pentecostal Holiness Church here in Peru, told me he has had several share with him that they were healed in the service. The look on the face of one lady in San Francisco and the method of demonstrating her healing was almost embarrassing as she testified to power of God who removed the pain from and around her breasts. There are so many more and I deliberately did not count or try to keep any count. I just wanted the people to recognize they serve a Healing God and He can heal without anyone even laying hands on them, if they just exercise their faith. He does and HE DID!
I am so full, so burdened and even though I have to return now to the US, I almost wish I could stay and respond to the new requests to come and minister to the church and to their cities.
God bless you for your prayers and your support,
Dr D
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
LEARNING TO ROLL WITH THE PUNCHES - CHANGES
Thursday - Friday, September 15th - 16th:
If anything can happen on the mission field it WILL! And it did. First, the city for the Pastor's Meeting is to be San Francisco which is across the river from Kimbiri where we were last year.
A pastor from Honduras had flight delayed, causing him to miss a connection, thus causing him to miss the bus to Ayacucho, this causing us to wait 10 hours for his arrival, causing us to drive over the high Andes at night on dirt and gravel road which often would narrow to one lane and complicated by construction, causing us to arrive in San Francisco at 12:30 AM Friday instead of 2:00 PM Thursday, causing us to not be there for scheduled services at various Churches, causing disappointment for many.
Man! That is a lot of "causes!". But one more! It is important to the story. I had to change my return flight to Lima because I was to ride with Larry Cochran back from San Francisco to Ayacucho on Sunday and fly on Monday. But at the last moment he could not come, and I was forced to wait one more day before returning. Gratefully the air lines did not charge for the changes and I got the same flight, only one day later.
But we made it. The drive took 5 ½ hours and there was no sleeping to be had. I was in the back set, half of which was stacked to the ceiling with luggage because the trunk was full of boxes of Bibles. This was complicated by the constant turning, braking, bouncing, tossing left, then right, the forward, then back, then again and again.
Plus, the driver kept his window rolled down at least halfway and the cold air swirling around my head. Thank God I had packed my special emergency towel set and for the realization that my bag was on top of the stack. So I took out the small towel and wrapped it around my head, tucking the ends into the neck of my leather jacket. I then wrapped my arms around my chest and did some "self-cuddling."
I had thought ahead and purchased an "altitude pill" and 30 minutes before departure I downed that baby! Therefore I was not affected by the altitude, nor the roller-coaster over the mountains expedition but my interpreter, Desi Escalante from Chincha was causing us to stop two times for "relief."
In all honesty --what else would you expect but honesty -- excluding the roughness of the trip, I am glad it was night because I could not see scenes of thousands of feet straight down with to guardrail, one lane and a huge truck looming in front of us. Right-of-way belongs to the vehicle going up. So one vehicle has to find room enough for both to pass and stop until the other passes.
OUCH! The only way back is over the same road and it will be daylight!
Up and rolling by 7:00 waiting for the rest to go to breakfast but I was not ready to "break fast" - no I was not fasting but I cannot speak on a full stomach. So I skipped it! And honestly I was not ready to eat breakfast Peruvian style, like a pulled chicken sandwich loaded with lettuce, tomato and those tiny potato fries you buy in a can.
Then we headed to Church for the morning sessions. They were already lined up waiting for us to arrive. I am going to jump to the end of the morning and tell you the crowd was so many they - PASTORS - sitting in the back isle and on a bench outside the door because there was no more room inside. And it was hot out there in the direct sun .
Pastor Ivan Galindo Paz from Trijullo Honduras was the other speaker foe the morning sessions replacing Larry Cochran from Go International who had to cancel because of the discovery of prostate cancer. Pastor Ivan had the first session and I had the second but this was after one hour of preliminaries.
Imagine the scene: the Church auditorium was packed - all seats taken with some sitting on the steps entering the auditorium and some sitting or standing outside in the direct sun. No air conditioning. It is stuffy with almost no ventilation. I look around as Pastor Ivan is midway and see many asleep and I wonder what is going to happen when it is my turn. At least he speaks Spanish! You guessed it! Many could not stay awake during my session but youngest press on.
Dinner followed with fresh fish, fried with head and eyeballs staring at you and hidden beneath the large piece was yuca - covering the plate and I think uncooked and all of this topped with fresh sliced onions and thin slices of tomato. This was decorated with crisp fried plantain. I found myself becoming very generous and shared my yuca with the other pastors. That was nice of me, don't you think?
I did not return to the afternoon sessions until it was meantime. Stop thinking bad about me! My interpreter did not want to go and translate so I would know what Pastor Ivan was saying. And no, he was not being lazy but only wanting to save his voice to translate me. Well, anyway I made it through and returned to my room and moved to the room next door so I would have air -- not conditioning but a fan. Boy was it a life saver.
Oh, lest I forget - the shower includes the commode - minus the seat, sink - all in one but with no hot water and is it ever cold. I had, had it with the heat and my lack of courage to get completely wet under the shower and so I called up enough courage to inch my way until I was completely under the spout and it was not glory that came out on me! But I did take a shower, not my first but almost the first one since arriving here in San Francisco -- PERU -- not California.
The evening consisted of a Town Square service. No one told me the schedule for starting and my interpreter did not come for me until 8:00 and so by the time we walked to the square the worship was over. There were around 50 who responded for first time salvation and re-dedication. Anyway that rounds out my day and sets me up for my 9-10 session in the morning and then to be the speaker at the service tomorrow evening (Saturday).
Now for some, "SOME" sleep. But the hotel and my room face a very busy corner with ALL kinds of night life sounds, so it is time to push the ear plugs in, take some PM's and check out the back of my eyelids. Good night all!
Saturday, September 17th:
AW! Sleep did come and it was good, but the morning brought more schedule changes. It changed twice yesterday and again this morning. Instead of being the 9 o'clock speaker I was the 10 o'clock. No matter you just learn to go with the flow.
After speaking and while walking back to the hotel, Pastor Wilkinson, the Peru coordinator for Go International, told me I hit the pastors right on the head where they have a major problem. They frequently elevate custom and culture above the Word. I knew that from watching their culture show up in Church. He was very happy for the confrontation and the way I shared the teaching. Thank you Holy Spirit for your direction. That was Saturday morning.
I thought I had the afternoon free but once again I was wrong! I was asked to assist with the distribution of the 150 Study Bibles to those pastors who registered first. The look on there faces was worth missing a rest. We then handed out two paperback Bibles to all th rest. Then it was time to pass out the certificates of attendance. I watched as the pastors would once again run to the front just to get a certificate saying they attended this year's Pastors Conference with their face glowing with excitement and pride.
While departing from the morning session I told the conference director I had recorded each of my sessions and wondered if they wanted a copy to make available to the pastors. I had hardly made it to my seat for the distribution of the Bibles and certificates when a pastor approached me with his USB drive in his hand, and he was just the first of many. Someone overheard and spread the word. They are very anxious to learn.
Saturday evening I was selected to be the speaker. The service was to be held at the Pentecostal Church of Peru. I was dreading it because the morning sessions were packed and it was very hot. Boy was I surprised when we arrived and I discovered we were having an open air service in the courtyard adjacent to the Church.
We arrived to the sound of singing and 90% of the seats filled. But it did not stop there. By the time I was introduced the crowd had grown from about 200-225 to an estimated 400 -- 26 seats per row, 13 rows, plus those seated on the steps down into the courtyard, those on a bench along the entire length of the building and those standing along the walk along the length of the church on the upper level. You count them I could only guess with an honest guess (not evangelisticaly speaking.)
When I finished speaking, praying for the sick standing at their seats and laying hands on the pastors, fatigue had set in and so I excused myself from the after service meal and rain through the cold shower and fell into bed.
Sunday, September 18th:
This morning, Sunday, we were requested to join a pastor for a picnic at the Angelina Water Falls. I tried to come up with a legitimate reason for bowing out but I did not succeed. Finally, two hours later than scheduled pastor and our transportation arrived - a 4x4 extended seat Pickup. Now there are five of us, plus the pastor and his wife and two children a driver. Do?
No problem! Three climbed into the truck bed and we were off -- to get more people and the food. Finally, after another hour we headed out into the jungle. Forty-five minutes later after passing newly planted fields of cocaine, fields of all sized plants, and leaves laid out to dry on black plastic - one as large as a basketball court we arrived.
Now for the hike! No I will not describe it but only say had to walk up - climb - whatever - over 850 meters - 2,788 feet from where we parked. I do not know what the altitude is here, but I do know it isn't sea level, I made it and stood at the base of the falls enjoying the cool mist from the cascading water not caring that my shirt was beginning to really absorb the water.
The food part I was able to avoid due to having eaten a chunk of pineapple given to me by the Pastor's wife. How did that on it? It was not ripe, nor tasty and honestly produced a welcome upset stomach. I have almost come to the end of my ability to eat chicken and rice! Plus, I was scheduled to minister again at night.
And I have come to the end of my public ministry. The final service is over.
Tonight I ministered in the Evangelical Pentecostal Church of Peru to about 125. The are stuck in cultural and Church traditions, However there is a deep hunger for God. The pastor wants to break out of some of the traditions but is struggling, lacking the boldness or the "know how" to do it. I would would his name but I do not have it with me at this time.
For example: "Does anyone have a special?". Then three get up and sing. Now I am not a musician and as you know I cannot carry a tune -- even in their "mountain music" -- but I was embarrassed for them. HOWEVER, GOD WASN'T! it was evident to see the love for God coming through them. so who am I to say "I was embarrassed for them?" I was just embarrassed! I must look at things like this as though I were God, not man!
Anyway it was a good service and the people we're ministered to by the Holy Spirit and that is what is important. So now it is time to go forward by getting up and being ready at 5:00 even though those with me will probably not meet their own schedule. I would rather wait on them than have them waiting on me.
So Mr. Dirt-Rock Muddy Road, here we come. God grant traveling protection as we traverse Your creation on our way back to Ayacucho.
Monday, September 19:
Surprised to read about Monday? So am I. We rented out the "Cumby" - van - entirely so we would have sufficient space and so we could depart from San Francisco without waiting for more riders. That was a good thing because we had to remove a package from under one seat one potential rider placed there. Guess what was in it? Cocaine!
That placed us back in Ayacucho at 12:30 PM. The director rented a room for me and all of the team went to my room to rest while the director went to buy bus tickets for all the others. He came back too soon to have accomplished that, but with a surprise saying to me, "It may be possible for you to fly back to Lima on the 5:00 flight, if the pilot says the weather is warm enough to take more than 15 passengers."
Well here I am sitting and waiting for my flight. if the weather is too cold the airplane will not ascend from this airport due to the altitude.
The return trip over the mountains went without any problems, Although several times I had to tell myself not to get nervous. I was sitting in the passenger side in the front and therefore I could see the edge of the road and sometimes I could not. The "could nots" are what gave me a momentary nervous sensation, particularly when we were in one of those 90 degree one lane turns.
The altitude pill on an empty stomach helped. However. When we stopped for a fried fish breakfast, I had to eat, but only the fish and some rice. No problems - I did fine. The Honduran pastor had some minor difficulty but it was a successful trip.
Now to get back to civilization - Lima, and the Internet and post this manuscript.
God bless and thank you for your prayers.
Dr D
PS: Since this is now posted, you know I made it back without any problems.
If anything can happen on the mission field it WILL! And it did. First, the city for the Pastor's Meeting is to be San Francisco which is across the river from Kimbiri where we were last year.
A pastor from Honduras had flight delayed, causing him to miss a connection, thus causing him to miss the bus to Ayacucho, this causing us to wait 10 hours for his arrival, causing us to drive over the high Andes at night on dirt and gravel road which often would narrow to one lane and complicated by construction, causing us to arrive in San Francisco at 12:30 AM Friday instead of 2:00 PM Thursday, causing us to not be there for scheduled services at various Churches, causing disappointment for many.
Man! That is a lot of "causes!". But one more! It is important to the story. I had to change my return flight to Lima because I was to ride with Larry Cochran back from San Francisco to Ayacucho on Sunday and fly on Monday. But at the last moment he could not come, and I was forced to wait one more day before returning. Gratefully the air lines did not charge for the changes and I got the same flight, only one day later.
But we made it. The drive took 5 ½ hours and there was no sleeping to be had. I was in the back set, half of which was stacked to the ceiling with luggage because the trunk was full of boxes of Bibles. This was complicated by the constant turning, braking, bouncing, tossing left, then right, the forward, then back, then again and again.
Plus, the driver kept his window rolled down at least halfway and the cold air swirling around my head. Thank God I had packed my special emergency towel set and for the realization that my bag was on top of the stack. So I took out the small towel and wrapped it around my head, tucking the ends into the neck of my leather jacket. I then wrapped my arms around my chest and did some "self-cuddling."
I had thought ahead and purchased an "altitude pill" and 30 minutes before departure I downed that baby! Therefore I was not affected by the altitude, nor the roller-coaster over the mountains expedition but my interpreter, Desi Escalante from Chincha was causing us to stop two times for "relief."
In all honesty --what else would you expect but honesty -- excluding the roughness of the trip, I am glad it was night because I could not see scenes of thousands of feet straight down with to guardrail, one lane and a huge truck looming in front of us. Right-of-way belongs to the vehicle going up. So one vehicle has to find room enough for both to pass and stop until the other passes.
OUCH! The only way back is over the same road and it will be daylight!
Up and rolling by 7:00 waiting for the rest to go to breakfast but I was not ready to "break fast" - no I was not fasting but I cannot speak on a full stomach. So I skipped it! And honestly I was not ready to eat breakfast Peruvian style, like a pulled chicken sandwich loaded with lettuce, tomato and those tiny potato fries you buy in a can.
Then we headed to Church for the morning sessions. They were already lined up waiting for us to arrive. I am going to jump to the end of the morning and tell you the crowd was so many they - PASTORS - sitting in the back isle and on a bench outside the door because there was no more room inside. And it was hot out there in the direct sun .
Pastor Ivan Galindo Paz from Trijullo Honduras was the other speaker foe the morning sessions replacing Larry Cochran from Go International who had to cancel because of the discovery of prostate cancer. Pastor Ivan had the first session and I had the second but this was after one hour of preliminaries.
Imagine the scene: the Church auditorium was packed - all seats taken with some sitting on the steps entering the auditorium and some sitting or standing outside in the direct sun. No air conditioning. It is stuffy with almost no ventilation. I look around as Pastor Ivan is midway and see many asleep and I wonder what is going to happen when it is my turn. At least he speaks Spanish! You guessed it! Many could not stay awake during my session but youngest press on.
Dinner followed with fresh fish, fried with head and eyeballs staring at you and hidden beneath the large piece was yuca - covering the plate and I think uncooked and all of this topped with fresh sliced onions and thin slices of tomato. This was decorated with crisp fried plantain. I found myself becoming very generous and shared my yuca with the other pastors. That was nice of me, don't you think?
I did not return to the afternoon sessions until it was meantime. Stop thinking bad about me! My interpreter did not want to go and translate so I would know what Pastor Ivan was saying. And no, he was not being lazy but only wanting to save his voice to translate me. Well, anyway I made it through and returned to my room and moved to the room next door so I would have air -- not conditioning but a fan. Boy was it a life saver.
Oh, lest I forget - the shower includes the commode - minus the seat, sink - all in one but with no hot water and is it ever cold. I had, had it with the heat and my lack of courage to get completely wet under the shower and so I called up enough courage to inch my way until I was completely under the spout and it was not glory that came out on me! But I did take a shower, not my first but almost the first one since arriving here in San Francisco -- PERU -- not California.
The evening consisted of a Town Square service. No one told me the schedule for starting and my interpreter did not come for me until 8:00 and so by the time we walked to the square the worship was over. There were around 50 who responded for first time salvation and re-dedication. Anyway that rounds out my day and sets me up for my 9-10 session in the morning and then to be the speaker at the service tomorrow evening (Saturday).
Now for some, "SOME" sleep. But the hotel and my room face a very busy corner with ALL kinds of night life sounds, so it is time to push the ear plugs in, take some PM's and check out the back of my eyelids. Good night all!
Saturday, September 17th:
AW! Sleep did come and it was good, but the morning brought more schedule changes. It changed twice yesterday and again this morning. Instead of being the 9 o'clock speaker I was the 10 o'clock. No matter you just learn to go with the flow.
After speaking and while walking back to the hotel, Pastor Wilkinson, the Peru coordinator for Go International, told me I hit the pastors right on the head where they have a major problem. They frequently elevate custom and culture above the Word. I knew that from watching their culture show up in Church. He was very happy for the confrontation and the way I shared the teaching. Thank you Holy Spirit for your direction. That was Saturday morning.
I thought I had the afternoon free but once again I was wrong! I was asked to assist with the distribution of the 150 Study Bibles to those pastors who registered first. The look on there faces was worth missing a rest. We then handed out two paperback Bibles to all th rest. Then it was time to pass out the certificates of attendance. I watched as the pastors would once again run to the front just to get a certificate saying they attended this year's Pastors Conference with their face glowing with excitement and pride.
While departing from the morning session I told the conference director I had recorded each of my sessions and wondered if they wanted a copy to make available to the pastors. I had hardly made it to my seat for the distribution of the Bibles and certificates when a pastor approached me with his USB drive in his hand, and he was just the first of many. Someone overheard and spread the word. They are very anxious to learn.
Saturday evening I was selected to be the speaker. The service was to be held at the Pentecostal Church of Peru. I was dreading it because the morning sessions were packed and it was very hot. Boy was I surprised when we arrived and I discovered we were having an open air service in the courtyard adjacent to the Church.
We arrived to the sound of singing and 90% of the seats filled. But it did not stop there. By the time I was introduced the crowd had grown from about 200-225 to an estimated 400 -- 26 seats per row, 13 rows, plus those seated on the steps down into the courtyard, those on a bench along the entire length of the building and those standing along the walk along the length of the church on the upper level. You count them I could only guess with an honest guess (not evangelisticaly speaking.)
When I finished speaking, praying for the sick standing at their seats and laying hands on the pastors, fatigue had set in and so I excused myself from the after service meal and rain through the cold shower and fell into bed.
Sunday, September 18th:
This morning, Sunday, we were requested to join a pastor for a picnic at the Angelina Water Falls. I tried to come up with a legitimate reason for bowing out but I did not succeed. Finally, two hours later than scheduled pastor and our transportation arrived - a 4x4 extended seat Pickup. Now there are five of us, plus the pastor and his wife and two children a driver. Do?
No problem! Three climbed into the truck bed and we were off -- to get more people and the food. Finally, after another hour we headed out into the jungle. Forty-five minutes later after passing newly planted fields of cocaine, fields of all sized plants, and leaves laid out to dry on black plastic - one as large as a basketball court we arrived.
Now for the hike! No I will not describe it but only say had to walk up - climb - whatever - over 850 meters - 2,788 feet from where we parked. I do not know what the altitude is here, but I do know it isn't sea level, I made it and stood at the base of the falls enjoying the cool mist from the cascading water not caring that my shirt was beginning to really absorb the water.
The food part I was able to avoid due to having eaten a chunk of pineapple given to me by the Pastor's wife. How did that on it? It was not ripe, nor tasty and honestly produced a welcome upset stomach. I have almost come to the end of my ability to eat chicken and rice! Plus, I was scheduled to minister again at night.
And I have come to the end of my public ministry. The final service is over.
Tonight I ministered in the Evangelical Pentecostal Church of Peru to about 125. The are stuck in cultural and Church traditions, However there is a deep hunger for God. The pastor wants to break out of some of the traditions but is struggling, lacking the boldness or the "know how" to do it. I would would his name but I do not have it with me at this time.
For example: "Does anyone have a special?". Then three get up and sing. Now I am not a musician and as you know I cannot carry a tune -- even in their "mountain music" -- but I was embarrassed for them. HOWEVER, GOD WASN'T! it was evident to see the love for God coming through them. so who am I to say "I was embarrassed for them?" I was just embarrassed! I must look at things like this as though I were God, not man!
Anyway it was a good service and the people we're ministered to by the Holy Spirit and that is what is important. So now it is time to go forward by getting up and being ready at 5:00 even though those with me will probably not meet their own schedule. I would rather wait on them than have them waiting on me.
So Mr. Dirt-Rock Muddy Road, here we come. God grant traveling protection as we traverse Your creation on our way back to Ayacucho.
Monday, September 19:
Surprised to read about Monday? So am I. We rented out the "Cumby" - van - entirely so we would have sufficient space and so we could depart from San Francisco without waiting for more riders. That was a good thing because we had to remove a package from under one seat one potential rider placed there. Guess what was in it? Cocaine!
That placed us back in Ayacucho at 12:30 PM. The director rented a room for me and all of the team went to my room to rest while the director went to buy bus tickets for all the others. He came back too soon to have accomplished that, but with a surprise saying to me, "It may be possible for you to fly back to Lima on the 5:00 flight, if the pilot says the weather is warm enough to take more than 15 passengers."
Well here I am sitting and waiting for my flight. if the weather is too cold the airplane will not ascend from this airport due to the altitude.
The return trip over the mountains went without any problems, Although several times I had to tell myself not to get nervous. I was sitting in the passenger side in the front and therefore I could see the edge of the road and sometimes I could not. The "could nots" are what gave me a momentary nervous sensation, particularly when we were in one of those 90 degree one lane turns.
The altitude pill on an empty stomach helped. However. When we stopped for a fried fish breakfast, I had to eat, but only the fish and some rice. No problems - I did fine. The Honduran pastor had some minor difficulty but it was a successful trip.
Now to get back to civilization - Lima, and the Internet and post this manuscript.
God bless and thank you for your prayers.
Dr D
PS: Since this is now posted, you know I made it back without any problems.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
UPDATE PRIOR TO DEPARTURE FOR KIMBIRI
Here I sit - all packed and ready to go to bed and it is only 9:00 PM. But I have to arise at 3:00 AM to meet the taxi to make my 5:20 AM flight to Ayacucho so I can spend the day waiting on Ivan Galindo Paz who is coming from Honduras. His flight has been delayed and so instead of leaving about 6:30 AM from Ayacucho for Kimbiri we will not depart until about 6:30 PM.
That means I will be traveling for 5-6 hours over the high Andes Mountains – I take an altitude pill it because of the heighth – at night on a one lane mostly gravel road. Just what I wanted to do!
But that is missionary life. So I smile and proceed to do what I am committed to do – fulfill the call of God for this time in my life.
While I am here, permit me to catch you up on the time since I arrived here in my IPHC flat. I spent Monday just getting things in order and catch a couple of extra hours of sleep during the day. On Tuesday, I spent the day counseling with a pastor and his wife. Did my laundry and then went shopping in the “speciality stores” of Lima with David Hodges.
When I say, “speciality stores” I am talking about what you know as Flea Markets, but hundreds of kiosks jammed together over three floors with each floor about the size of two football fields and isles so narrow sometimes it is hard for two to walk together – in fact impossible. There is anything you want in that place and even things you do not want.
But anyway, we got what we needed – yes NEEDED! I had to have a travel bag for my flight – a small one because I can only take 7kg (15 lbs) as luggage, plus a “small back pack”. However, since I will only be gone for four days, I was able to get everything I would NEED into my 35 Sole bag ($12.86).
This morning while placing some documents on my iPad to use for the teachings in Kimbiri, I got all inspired and developed a new teaching for the Pastors: “Empowering The People.” Sorry, but I cannot teach it to you now, but who knows if you will or if you will not hear it – it is good anyway. So after tooting my own horn here about this I will finish with the events of the day. They are: Marco came and we went to eat and exchange some dollars into soles and then returned to complete preparations for tomorrow. I return back here on Monday morning at 7:00 AM.
So that’s it! God bless,
Dr D
That means I will be traveling for 5-6 hours over the high Andes Mountains – I take an altitude pill it because of the heighth – at night on a one lane mostly gravel road. Just what I wanted to do!
But that is missionary life. So I smile and proceed to do what I am committed to do – fulfill the call of God for this time in my life.
While I am here, permit me to catch you up on the time since I arrived here in my IPHC flat. I spent Monday just getting things in order and catch a couple of extra hours of sleep during the day. On Tuesday, I spent the day counseling with a pastor and his wife. Did my laundry and then went shopping in the “speciality stores” of Lima with David Hodges.
When I say, “speciality stores” I am talking about what you know as Flea Markets, but hundreds of kiosks jammed together over three floors with each floor about the size of two football fields and isles so narrow sometimes it is hard for two to walk together – in fact impossible. There is anything you want in that place and even things you do not want.
But anyway, we got what we needed – yes NEEDED! I had to have a travel bag for my flight – a small one because I can only take 7kg (15 lbs) as luggage, plus a “small back pack”. However, since I will only be gone for four days, I was able to get everything I would NEED into my 35 Sole bag ($12.86).
This morning while placing some documents on my iPad to use for the teachings in Kimbiri, I got all inspired and developed a new teaching for the Pastors: “Empowering The People.” Sorry, but I cannot teach it to you now, but who knows if you will or if you will not hear it – it is good anyway. So after tooting my own horn here about this I will finish with the events of the day. They are: Marco came and we went to eat and exchange some dollars into soles and then returned to complete preparations for tomorrow. I return back here on Monday morning at 7:00 AM.
So that’s it! God bless,
Dr D
Monday, September 12, 2011
JAEN AND BAGUA GRANDE MINISTRY OVER - NOW BACK TO LIMA
Jaen Graduation: Pentecostes Del Nazareno - Antonio & Marina Quintana
It was celebration time in Jaen for the Pentecostal Nazarenes! It was the first graduation of any kind to be held in the Church and they did it up BiG! The service was already rocking when we walked in. The auditorium was about one fourth occupied but by the time we started, at 9:50 PM, there were over 400 Pentecostal “Rockers.”
Each of the seven graduates marched in accompanied by a “sponsor” - their spouse to a loud and boisterous heralding of the trumpets to the tune of “When The Saints Come Marching In” and the booming voice of the music pastor. The next in line did not start until the previous was standing in front. Immediately I was called on to present them with their Certificate of Theology for completing the first year.
Each was then once again “heralded” as they moved to their seats, followed by the graduation message. I kept it short – 35 minutes with the interpretation. The message was followed by two prayers for the graduates – both by me, and then once more we heard the trumpets, the trombone, drums begin as the students departed the auditorium.
That was not all! Then we (Marco, Javier and I), the graduates – which included the pastor – left for a celebration meal at a restaurant. The remainder of the people stayed for an all night prayer meeting – on Saturday night!
I was informed they had two more classes already in the process of studying, one in the third cycle and another in the fourth and would be looking forward to starting the second year. AND – they would also be starting other classes in some of their “daughter churches.”
Pastor Quintana is requesting I return for their next class graduation and stay for three days to minister to the people.
To say the least, I “flopped” into bed in the “wee hours” of the morning knowing it would be a short night because we had to be ready for the regional coordinator to arrive at 7:30 for preparation to take a “car” (hired car) for a one hour trip to Bagua Grande.
Bagua Grande: Asambleas de Dios del Peru Bagua Grande - Amado & Caruajulca
The Church at Bagua Grande is one of the early extensions of Pacto De Vida. They were slowed down due to the “uprising massacre” in 2009. But they are up and continuing study.
They normally have their Sunday service in the evening, but due to our schedule which required us to depart Jaen at 3:30 PM, they rearranged and we arrived at 9:00 as the doors were being opened. The congregation was slow to arrive due to the change but we had a full house – meaning all the chairs were full – not the building.
Then Pastor Caruajulca announced to me we were going to his house for “Rooster.” It seems every time I am there they kill the pet rooster. This one was not “tough” and must have been a young one. Two years ago the rooster was still crowing inside at noon when I tackled “Cuy” (cooie) (Guinea Pig). Pastors wife promised to fix me “Cuy” the next time I came. Honestly, I look forward to it. She fixes a “mean Cuy.” And NO! I do not eat their pets! They raise them for food!
Once again, the power of God was manifested as was attested to by testimonies.
Then it was back to our hotel in Jaen. Let me tell you! We had the same drive both ways. It was a fast trip. By driving standards in Florida, he should have been arrested at least 30 times each way for speeding, passing on curves and various other fractions. YES! I prayed both ways – though not all the time. I just trusted it to the Lord and relaxed – except for holding on to the handle above my head to keep from being thrown into Javier who was seated next to me with Marco on the other side.
As you can see, we made it safely to the hotel, finished our packing then rode the “Moto-Kar” to the bus terminal. A “Moto-Kar” is a combo of a motorcycle and a “ric-shaw”. And we made record time on the bus portion. It took six and one-half hours to get there, but we made it back in 5 hours and 23 minutes. Do not has me how! But we did!
Now to fly to Lima in the morning and prepare for the final phase – ministry in Kimbiri with Go International. I fly to Ayacucho then take a van over the mountains on a one lane dirt road for about 5 hours.
God bless and thanks for your prayers,
Dr D
It was celebration time in Jaen for the Pentecostal Nazarenes! It was the first graduation of any kind to be held in the Church and they did it up BiG! The service was already rocking when we walked in. The auditorium was about one fourth occupied but by the time we started, at 9:50 PM, there were over 400 Pentecostal “Rockers.”
Each of the seven graduates marched in accompanied by a “sponsor” - their spouse to a loud and boisterous heralding of the trumpets to the tune of “When The Saints Come Marching In” and the booming voice of the music pastor. The next in line did not start until the previous was standing in front. Immediately I was called on to present them with their Certificate of Theology for completing the first year.
Each was then once again “heralded” as they moved to their seats, followed by the graduation message. I kept it short – 35 minutes with the interpretation. The message was followed by two prayers for the graduates – both by me, and then once more we heard the trumpets, the trombone, drums begin as the students departed the auditorium.
That was not all! Then we (Marco, Javier and I), the graduates – which included the pastor – left for a celebration meal at a restaurant. The remainder of the people stayed for an all night prayer meeting – on Saturday night!
I was informed they had two more classes already in the process of studying, one in the third cycle and another in the fourth and would be looking forward to starting the second year. AND – they would also be starting other classes in some of their “daughter churches.”
Pastor Quintana is requesting I return for their next class graduation and stay for three days to minister to the people.
To say the least, I “flopped” into bed in the “wee hours” of the morning knowing it would be a short night because we had to be ready for the regional coordinator to arrive at 7:30 for preparation to take a “car” (hired car) for a one hour trip to Bagua Grande.
Bagua Grande: Asambleas de Dios del Peru Bagua Grande - Amado & Caruajulca
The Church at Bagua Grande is one of the early extensions of Pacto De Vida. They were slowed down due to the “uprising massacre” in 2009. But they are up and continuing study.
They normally have their Sunday service in the evening, but due to our schedule which required us to depart Jaen at 3:30 PM, they rearranged and we arrived at 9:00 as the doors were being opened. The congregation was slow to arrive due to the change but we had a full house – meaning all the chairs were full – not the building.
Then Pastor Caruajulca announced to me we were going to his house for “Rooster.” It seems every time I am there they kill the pet rooster. This one was not “tough” and must have been a young one. Two years ago the rooster was still crowing inside at noon when I tackled “Cuy” (cooie) (Guinea Pig). Pastors wife promised to fix me “Cuy” the next time I came. Honestly, I look forward to it. She fixes a “mean Cuy.” And NO! I do not eat their pets! They raise them for food!
Once again, the power of God was manifested as was attested to by testimonies.
Then it was back to our hotel in Jaen. Let me tell you! We had the same drive both ways. It was a fast trip. By driving standards in Florida, he should have been arrested at least 30 times each way for speeding, passing on curves and various other fractions. YES! I prayed both ways – though not all the time. I just trusted it to the Lord and relaxed – except for holding on to the handle above my head to keep from being thrown into Javier who was seated next to me with Marco on the other side.
As you can see, we made it safely to the hotel, finished our packing then rode the “Moto-Kar” to the bus terminal. A “Moto-Kar” is a combo of a motorcycle and a “ric-shaw”. And we made record time on the bus portion. It took six and one-half hours to get there, but we made it back in 5 hours and 23 minutes. Do not has me how! But we did!
Now to fly to Lima in the morning and prepare for the final phase – ministry in Kimbiri with Go International. I fly to Ayacucho then take a van over the mountains on a one lane dirt road for about 5 hours.
God bless and thanks for your prayers,
Dr D
Sunday, September 11, 2011
PIURA: MISSION COMPLETED - STARTING NOW IN JAEN
Where was I? Oh yeah, I had to leave for the evening service. That took place on Wednesday. This was more of a Cell Group in a area known as Casario Miraflores and is directed by the Luis Pena, the worship leader/small group pastor of Casa De Dios. To be honest (I mean what else can I be?) It was the hardest of all my assignments. I was not geared for a small group as such and had a sermon instead of a teaching. But as far as I can tell, it was received well – it is just that the “sender” did not have good feelings about the evening.
Then that leads us to Thursday, the final day in Piura. It all began with a meeting of all the Casa De Dios pastors and leaders and lasted from 9:30 until 1:00. My part was about two and one-half hours. BUT! I did feel good about the session. In fact, I was inspired by my own teaching as the Holy Spirit broke open new truths inside an old leadership lesson.
We then headed to the pastor’s house for dinner and about one hour of rest before piling into his 4x4 and heading to Paita. This is the city where the Spaniards first landed in Peru. The first and still standing Catholic Church is just a few miles north of the present city, just a short distance from the Pacific.
My first task was to teach on the radio for one hour. So now I am a Peruvian Radio Preacher also, “Also” because I am a Ukrainian Radio Preacher as well and have been known to show up on TV in Ukraine. (You can get me autograph later, “IF” you will send me $30 and I will send you some “hot air” to keep your hands warm in Alaska.)
We had just over an hour, and that provided the time for me to see the landing site of the Spaniards and the Church. I did also spend some time taking some sunset pictures at a retreat center on the shore of the Pacific. Is that okay with you? (Tough! I did it anyway! And with that attitude I will not let you see them!)
Then we went to Church for the 8:00 service. It is the largest facility of Casa De Dios and the largest congregation. The pastor, Jose Leon Campos, came to Pastor Gene Gayle and requested to be under his leadership. The Church is solid. However I discovered that the men sit on the right and the women on the left, facing the platform. Gene is waiting until the right time to gently suggest that family worship together. I noticed they had the “mountain” sound to their music. You will have to hear it to understand what I mean.
They have been working very hard on updating their building. They have poured a cement floor, except for the first few feet at the entrance. They held off with that until they can get the bathrooms in and the sewer line placed before pouring cement there. The pastor’s room is right behind the platform and to enter you go up on the platform then down into his room. He took me in there. It is a very simple room. Dirt floor, a bed, a light, a bookcase, a curtain to separate the bathroom from the bedroom. The bathroom consists of a bucket and no sink. THAT IS SIMPLE! He is unmarried, in his 40's and believes God is going to give him a wife in 2012. Somehow, after watching him, I believe it!
We returned home about 11:00 and I jumped into the packing mode but did not complete it until about 12:30 AM, then piled into bed to unwind, shift gears and begin thinking about the schedule for Friday, which began all to early. We had to be on the bus by 8:30 for a 4 hour ride to Chiclayo and an overnight in a hotel. Then back up, eat breakfast and on the bus by 9:00 for a 6 hour ride to Jaen over the mountains – meaning around turns, turns, turns, and more turns as we climbed up until 12:15 and then down again until our arrival in Jaen at 3:15 PM. No food, no drinks, just ride, ride, ride....ride.
Now I am sitting in my air-conditioned hotel room, with wifi, a full stomach awaiting our 7:30 departure for the Graduation of the first year students at the Pentecostal Nazareno Church.
So until, I ramble so more, God bless,
Dr D
Then that leads us to Thursday, the final day in Piura. It all began with a meeting of all the Casa De Dios pastors and leaders and lasted from 9:30 until 1:00. My part was about two and one-half hours. BUT! I did feel good about the session. In fact, I was inspired by my own teaching as the Holy Spirit broke open new truths inside an old leadership lesson.
We then headed to the pastor’s house for dinner and about one hour of rest before piling into his 4x4 and heading to Paita. This is the city where the Spaniards first landed in Peru. The first and still standing Catholic Church is just a few miles north of the present city, just a short distance from the Pacific.
My first task was to teach on the radio for one hour. So now I am a Peruvian Radio Preacher also, “Also” because I am a Ukrainian Radio Preacher as well and have been known to show up on TV in Ukraine. (You can get me autograph later, “IF” you will send me $30 and I will send you some “hot air” to keep your hands warm in Alaska.)
We had just over an hour, and that provided the time for me to see the landing site of the Spaniards and the Church. I did also spend some time taking some sunset pictures at a retreat center on the shore of the Pacific. Is that okay with you? (Tough! I did it anyway! And with that attitude I will not let you see them!)
Then we went to Church for the 8:00 service. It is the largest facility of Casa De Dios and the largest congregation. The pastor, Jose Leon Campos, came to Pastor Gene Gayle and requested to be under his leadership. The Church is solid. However I discovered that the men sit on the right and the women on the left, facing the platform. Gene is waiting until the right time to gently suggest that family worship together. I noticed they had the “mountain” sound to their music. You will have to hear it to understand what I mean.
They have been working very hard on updating their building. They have poured a cement floor, except for the first few feet at the entrance. They held off with that until they can get the bathrooms in and the sewer line placed before pouring cement there. The pastor’s room is right behind the platform and to enter you go up on the platform then down into his room. He took me in there. It is a very simple room. Dirt floor, a bed, a light, a bookcase, a curtain to separate the bathroom from the bedroom. The bathroom consists of a bucket and no sink. THAT IS SIMPLE! He is unmarried, in his 40's and believes God is going to give him a wife in 2012. Somehow, after watching him, I believe it!
We returned home about 11:00 and I jumped into the packing mode but did not complete it until about 12:30 AM, then piled into bed to unwind, shift gears and begin thinking about the schedule for Friday, which began all to early. We had to be on the bus by 8:30 for a 4 hour ride to Chiclayo and an overnight in a hotel. Then back up, eat breakfast and on the bus by 9:00 for a 6 hour ride to Jaen over the mountains – meaning around turns, turns, turns, and more turns as we climbed up until 12:15 and then down again until our arrival in Jaen at 3:15 PM. No food, no drinks, just ride, ride, ride....ride.
Now I am sitting in my air-conditioned hotel room, with wifi, a full stomach awaiting our 7:30 departure for the Graduation of the first year students at the Pentecostal Nazareno Church.
So until, I ramble so more, God bless,
Dr D
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
JUNGLE NO! MOUNTAINS YES!
I know! The last thing I said on my last blog was: “Tomorrow we head to the jungle for a 12 hour experience.” Well, I was not thinking. (And that DOES NOT happen all the time – regardless of what you think!) Anyway, we were supposed to leave at noon for a two hour trip into the mountains to a Pueblo named Piscan.
However, because Pastor Gene had to sign the documents to purchase the property the Church just bought we were delayed four and one-half hours (4 ½ hours). You cannot believe the way they do such things here. For us it may a one hour situation but here it can go on for hours. For instance: They worked with an official who completed the papers. They were then told to see the person at the very next desk, who could have been completing the financial papers while they were at the first desk. But not here. The second does not start until the first is done. Then they do not understand what they are supposed to do and cannot figure out the fees...........and on and on it goes.
But finally at 4:45 PM we walked down the steps onto the street and began a 10 minute walk to the parking garage to the car. You DO NOT leave your vehicle parked on the street – that is IF you would like to keep it. After traveling a few blocks, going down several different streets and being detoured due to the sewer construction we stopped at the gas station to get some air in the tires and some cold drinks, candy and the likes and then headed out of town.
After one hour the pavement ended. We began the next one hour on unbelieveable rock and dirt roads, up and down the hills, around corners to find that part of the road was washed out, down through six or seven creek beds – four of which required us to drive through the water – the others were dry this time of year. O, did I mention that several times we had to stop to allow the bovines (resembling cattle for the unsophisticated) and the long-horn cattle and the huge bulls to make their way around us. Then there were the cowboys on their horses, the motorcycles, dogs, pigs with triangles (made of sticks around their necks) to keep them out of fenced off gardens and fields and about anything else you can think of.
The journey took us through the middle of several Pueblos with their houses of various kinds lining the sides of our road. To my amazement, one Pueblo had the cement sewer lids protruding upward – they had a “city sewer” in their Pueblo! But, we still had to slow down for the “speed-bumps” made of dirt!
We did arrive at our destination about 7 PM, parked the 4x4 (that is not a piece of lumber - but a vehicle) and began our walk to the home where the Church is located. It sits about 5 feet lower than the street in front of it with about 12-15 feet of space between it and the street. About 100 feet beyond and across the street is the property the Church owns. It is being prepared for construction of their new Church facility.
I cannot remember the number of people who showed up, but it was approximately 16. Sweet people who were actively involved in working to help the Church to grow. One lady had walked 30-40 minutes in the dirt and dust with her three sons – all above the teen-age years. They are tithers and because they do not have enough money to adequately compensate their pastor, one lady proposed that each family take responsibility to feed the pastor each day.
I will summarize my experience to simply say, “I really enjoyed the time of ministry and fellowship with them. Simple people who love Jesus!
Then it REALLY BEGINS! Do not be in so much of a hurry to find out why — relax — and I will tell you.
To complete the evening it was expected that we would go to the home of one family and eat. So what do you do? You do it! You walk in the dimly lit room - very large at that - 20x30 at least. In one corner there is a stack of sacks of rice maybe 4x5 about 40 inches high. To the left is a door that leads to what you discover is the home of one of the siblings. You turn to your right and step up about 10 inches onto a dirt floor – their kitchen – with two tables. The room has only one light bulb. I turn and two dogs walk in behind me. In one corner lies several ears of corn. I look around for the pig, but discover a dog goes over to them and lies down. It makes me feel better.
We are served some pastry - 4 of them. A bowl is handed to me and I discover it has tuna fish in it. I watch as those with me put some on one of the pastries. I follow suit. I tasted it and I am still not sure it was tuna – but what I do not know. I quickly ask for the keys and go to the car to get MY water to avoid being handed the “drink.” It works and they pass me by. I wonder to myself, “What do I do with the other three?”
I watch as Pastor Gene places some sugar on his second piece. I follow his lead and it does taste good – and so I eat two more, then pass the other to the Peruvian across the table. Because he is a BIG man, I insist in my English, using my hands that I am full to the neck and he needs to eat more to keep him going. Success! Meal over!
The ride home seems to be much smoother though it is dark. You watch for the lights of an approaching vehicle. You watch for the darker spots on the road ahead. They indicate a deeper hole or low spot that will cause the vehicle to BoUnCe! Anyway, we get home safely and I flop into bed about 1:00 AM.
Today, Wednesday, I fall out about 8:15, drag into the bathroom and wash the sleep and whatever was left from the night before into the drain, dress and get ready for a 9:30 departure to the local ministerial meeting.
It is a 30 minute walk to the host Church for this week. We get started about 15 minutes late – which is almost starting on time. They take care of some business and then I am introduced as the speaker for the day. I share for 40 minutes and quit. I wonder: “Did I connect? Did I communicate?” They complete their meeting after a session of prayer and then I do not have to wonder any longer.
The pastors of this city have dropped the barriers of Church names and denominations to join together as the Kingdom of God to reach their city for God. My sharing on the power of connections, relationships hit the target. I spend the next 30-40 minutes in sharing with groups of 3-4 or just one – answer their questions and expounding more on the topic. I look over and Marco is sharing about Universidad Pacto de Vida and has his cell phone in hand and then hands it to the pastor next to him. I find this out later: The pastor beside him was the spiritual father to one of the pastors who has the university program. To explain how it works Marco just called the pastor from another region, Bagua Grande, and handed the phone to the local pastor.
I could go on and on, but once again it is time to close and get ready to go to the evening service.
God bless and thanks for your prayers
Dr D
However, because Pastor Gene had to sign the documents to purchase the property the Church just bought we were delayed four and one-half hours (4 ½ hours). You cannot believe the way they do such things here. For us it may a one hour situation but here it can go on for hours. For instance: They worked with an official who completed the papers. They were then told to see the person at the very next desk, who could have been completing the financial papers while they were at the first desk. But not here. The second does not start until the first is done. Then they do not understand what they are supposed to do and cannot figure out the fees...........and on and on it goes.
But finally at 4:45 PM we walked down the steps onto the street and began a 10 minute walk to the parking garage to the car. You DO NOT leave your vehicle parked on the street – that is IF you would like to keep it. After traveling a few blocks, going down several different streets and being detoured due to the sewer construction we stopped at the gas station to get some air in the tires and some cold drinks, candy and the likes and then headed out of town.
After one hour the pavement ended. We began the next one hour on unbelieveable rock and dirt roads, up and down the hills, around corners to find that part of the road was washed out, down through six or seven creek beds – four of which required us to drive through the water – the others were dry this time of year. O, did I mention that several times we had to stop to allow the bovines (resembling cattle for the unsophisticated) and the long-horn cattle and the huge bulls to make their way around us. Then there were the cowboys on their horses, the motorcycles, dogs, pigs with triangles (made of sticks around their necks) to keep them out of fenced off gardens and fields and about anything else you can think of.
The journey took us through the middle of several Pueblos with their houses of various kinds lining the sides of our road. To my amazement, one Pueblo had the cement sewer lids protruding upward – they had a “city sewer” in their Pueblo! But, we still had to slow down for the “speed-bumps” made of dirt!
We did arrive at our destination about 7 PM, parked the 4x4 (that is not a piece of lumber - but a vehicle) and began our walk to the home where the Church is located. It sits about 5 feet lower than the street in front of it with about 12-15 feet of space between it and the street. About 100 feet beyond and across the street is the property the Church owns. It is being prepared for construction of their new Church facility.
I cannot remember the number of people who showed up, but it was approximately 16. Sweet people who were actively involved in working to help the Church to grow. One lady had walked 30-40 minutes in the dirt and dust with her three sons – all above the teen-age years. They are tithers and because they do not have enough money to adequately compensate their pastor, one lady proposed that each family take responsibility to feed the pastor each day.
I will summarize my experience to simply say, “I really enjoyed the time of ministry and fellowship with them. Simple people who love Jesus!
Then it REALLY BEGINS! Do not be in so much of a hurry to find out why — relax — and I will tell you.
To complete the evening it was expected that we would go to the home of one family and eat. So what do you do? You do it! You walk in the dimly lit room - very large at that - 20x30 at least. In one corner there is a stack of sacks of rice maybe 4x5 about 40 inches high. To the left is a door that leads to what you discover is the home of one of the siblings. You turn to your right and step up about 10 inches onto a dirt floor – their kitchen – with two tables. The room has only one light bulb. I turn and two dogs walk in behind me. In one corner lies several ears of corn. I look around for the pig, but discover a dog goes over to them and lies down. It makes me feel better.
We are served some pastry - 4 of them. A bowl is handed to me and I discover it has tuna fish in it. I watch as those with me put some on one of the pastries. I follow suit. I tasted it and I am still not sure it was tuna – but what I do not know. I quickly ask for the keys and go to the car to get MY water to avoid being handed the “drink.” It works and they pass me by. I wonder to myself, “What do I do with the other three?”
I watch as Pastor Gene places some sugar on his second piece. I follow his lead and it does taste good – and so I eat two more, then pass the other to the Peruvian across the table. Because he is a BIG man, I insist in my English, using my hands that I am full to the neck and he needs to eat more to keep him going. Success! Meal over!
The ride home seems to be much smoother though it is dark. You watch for the lights of an approaching vehicle. You watch for the darker spots on the road ahead. They indicate a deeper hole or low spot that will cause the vehicle to BoUnCe! Anyway, we get home safely and I flop into bed about 1:00 AM.
Today, Wednesday, I fall out about 8:15, drag into the bathroom and wash the sleep and whatever was left from the night before into the drain, dress and get ready for a 9:30 departure to the local ministerial meeting.
It is a 30 minute walk to the host Church for this week. We get started about 15 minutes late – which is almost starting on time. They take care of some business and then I am introduced as the speaker for the day. I share for 40 minutes and quit. I wonder: “Did I connect? Did I communicate?” They complete their meeting after a session of prayer and then I do not have to wonder any longer.
The pastors of this city have dropped the barriers of Church names and denominations to join together as the Kingdom of God to reach their city for God. My sharing on the power of connections, relationships hit the target. I spend the next 30-40 minutes in sharing with groups of 3-4 or just one – answer their questions and expounding more on the topic. I look over and Marco is sharing about Universidad Pacto de Vida and has his cell phone in hand and then hands it to the pastor next to him. I find this out later: The pastor beside him was the spiritual father to one of the pastors who has the university program. To explain how it works Marco just called the pastor from another region, Bagua Grande, and handed the phone to the local pastor.
I could go on and on, but once again it is time to close and get ready to go to the evening service.
God bless and thanks for your prayers
Dr D
Monday, September 5, 2011
PIURA: Arrival And Prison
But before I arrived, I had to depart from Talara. To do that, I had to minister in Mision Cristian Pan de Vida in Negritos with Pastor Victor and his wife Vicki. That was no task, only a pleasure.
At the conclusion of the message I asked for those who had any pain to place their hands on the area. I prayed and requested for those who knew the pain was now gone to raise their hands. Once again I saw so many hands I – doubted? – and so I said it again trying to be more exact so the translation perhaps would be easier and more clear. But the second time, more hands were raised. Once again the power of God was displayed in the testimonies of the people of God’s healing power to their healing. I cannot begin to tell you their stories, but to God be the glory. – Permit me to add here: The same thing happend Sunday evening here in Piura.
Arrangements were made with the pastor to condense their worship time to about 30 minutes so we would be able to complete the message. We were on a very tight schedule and had to eat, travel back to Talara, get our luggage ready, await the arrival of Pastor Giorgio and Jessica who were coming to assist our host in taking us to the bus terminal. All of this so we would arrive in Piura about 5:30 PM after a two hour ride. We did not make the 5:30 time, but did make it by 5:45.
Then we were transported by Pastor Gene Gayle to his home to get ready and go to the evening service. He said he arrived at Church at least one hour early – that would be 7:00, meaning we had to leave by 6:45. We did! Then we had to wait for the start of the service at 8:00. Meaning, service would not be over until at least 10:00. We did not make that time, but somewhere about 11:00 we arrived back to our abode while here in Piura. (Pronounced: Pure-A)
The Gayles, Gene and Kim have four children, Lily - 12, Caroline - 10/11, Levi -7 and then there is the “boss” of the family, Ella - 4. She is a “talker” - cute as a button possessing all the “why’s” – too many to answer.
Today, Monday – it was up and get going to pick up the sound system at the church by 9:00 and then make our way to Prison. Relax! I know some of you think it would help me, but believe me it wouldn’t! Anyway, we arrived at the Prison about 10:00. Then the delays began. We had to sit and wait until 11:30 before they would let us in. All this was due to a change in the position of the man who authorized who could go in and who could not. But the Catholics had no problem. So can you figure out what the “block” was?
Then we went through a three ring circus. Really! It was one ministry act after the other and when the men were tired, I had to deliver the word. But it is only the result of Pastor Gene working diligently to get the Evangelical Churches to cooperate and work together to reach the prisoners as well as begin a city wide missions effort to support missionaries from Piura who had a call to go to other areas of Peru where there is not gospel message. Just think! All Evangelical pastors working together and supporting a missionary regardless of which Church they had a their home Church. Somehow it almost sounds “SPIRITUAL! – WELL – AT LEAST BIBLICAL!” So as they learn to work together, one can put up with the 3-ring circus.
The end of the story is that we returned at 4:00 PM - hungry and without any food since Sunday evening. But pleased to have had the opportunity to see about 125-150 prisoners worship God – fall on their knees – raise their hands – shout ------ and much more, including swarming around to talk to us in their Spanish and trying to get it all translated for me. That was complicated because one prisoner was deaf, so his words were read by another to my interpreter and then put into English for me. He was one swell guy – a believer who’s life had been turned around because someone cared to visit him in prison.
Tomorrow we head to the jungle for a 12 hour experience. Therefore, it is bed time!
God bless,
Dr D
At the conclusion of the message I asked for those who had any pain to place their hands on the area. I prayed and requested for those who knew the pain was now gone to raise their hands. Once again I saw so many hands I – doubted? – and so I said it again trying to be more exact so the translation perhaps would be easier and more clear. But the second time, more hands were raised. Once again the power of God was displayed in the testimonies of the people of God’s healing power to their healing. I cannot begin to tell you their stories, but to God be the glory. – Permit me to add here: The same thing happend Sunday evening here in Piura.
Arrangements were made with the pastor to condense their worship time to about 30 minutes so we would be able to complete the message. We were on a very tight schedule and had to eat, travel back to Talara, get our luggage ready, await the arrival of Pastor Giorgio and Jessica who were coming to assist our host in taking us to the bus terminal. All of this so we would arrive in Piura about 5:30 PM after a two hour ride. We did not make the 5:30 time, but did make it by 5:45.
Then we were transported by Pastor Gene Gayle to his home to get ready and go to the evening service. He said he arrived at Church at least one hour early – that would be 7:00, meaning we had to leave by 6:45. We did! Then we had to wait for the start of the service at 8:00. Meaning, service would not be over until at least 10:00. We did not make that time, but somewhere about 11:00 we arrived back to our abode while here in Piura. (Pronounced: Pure-A)
The Gayles, Gene and Kim have four children, Lily - 12, Caroline - 10/11, Levi -7 and then there is the “boss” of the family, Ella - 4. She is a “talker” - cute as a button possessing all the “why’s” – too many to answer.
Today, Monday – it was up and get going to pick up the sound system at the church by 9:00 and then make our way to Prison. Relax! I know some of you think it would help me, but believe me it wouldn’t! Anyway, we arrived at the Prison about 10:00. Then the delays began. We had to sit and wait until 11:30 before they would let us in. All this was due to a change in the position of the man who authorized who could go in and who could not. But the Catholics had no problem. So can you figure out what the “block” was?
Then we went through a three ring circus. Really! It was one ministry act after the other and when the men were tired, I had to deliver the word. But it is only the result of Pastor Gene working diligently to get the Evangelical Churches to cooperate and work together to reach the prisoners as well as begin a city wide missions effort to support missionaries from Piura who had a call to go to other areas of Peru where there is not gospel message. Just think! All Evangelical pastors working together and supporting a missionary regardless of which Church they had a their home Church. Somehow it almost sounds “SPIRITUAL! – WELL – AT LEAST BIBLICAL!” So as they learn to work together, one can put up with the 3-ring circus.
The end of the story is that we returned at 4:00 PM - hungry and without any food since Sunday evening. But pleased to have had the opportunity to see about 125-150 prisoners worship God – fall on their knees – raise their hands – shout ------ and much more, including swarming around to talk to us in their Spanish and trying to get it all translated for me. That was complicated because one prisoner was deaf, so his words were read by another to my interpreter and then put into English for me. He was one swell guy – a believer who’s life had been turned around because someone cared to visit him in prison.
Tomorrow we head to the jungle for a 12 hour experience. Therefore, it is bed time!
God bless,
Dr D
Sunday, September 4, 2011
STAGE ONE OF TRIP TO NORTH PERU ENDS
Today is the last day for our ministry in Talara, Peru. In fact, we complete it about mid-afternoon and then catch a bus for a two hour ride to Pirua, Peru. It has been a busy – busy time since we arrived here Tuesday afternoon.
My last dissertation, I mean blog, completed our activities for Wednesday. So if I can remember correctly, the next day was Thursday. And Thursday put us in Talara. Dinner was at the home of Dr. Jose Chiapee V, an “oftamologo” (Spanish) for dinner. We were served lasagna. Not just any lasagna, but Sword Fish Spinach Lasagna. The dish was developed by Dr. Chiapee’s wife, Mercedes. I was surprised at the taste. I would not want it often, but it was tasty.
The highlight of the time there was watching Dr. Chiapee make cappuccinos. Why? Because he took a machine Pastor Agustin Ciccia , from Lima, thought was destroyed and made it live again. So I had to have my picture taken watching the Dr. make me a cappuccino and then post a series of 12 on Facebook. You find ways to have fun in the midst of a busy day.
But! I did do something serious Thursday! The evening was spent in ministry at Mision Cristiana Pan de Vida (Christian Mission - Bread of Life) here in Talara, pastored by Pastor Giorgio and Jessica Schiantiarelli. (Try pronouncing that last name!)
Friday we ventured back to Negritos and Saturday began with a leadership meeting. Eight pastors and some of their leaders joined with Pan de Vida for two sessions that ended up starting at 9:00 (well that was the announced starting time, but it was actually 9:18) and ending at 2:00. So I had a little over 4 fours of teaching and answering questions.
The long term outcome of these sessions is yet to be realized but the immediate was a commitment to return next year and be the speaker for a Church - Pastor Conference to be hosted by the Church of God of Peru.
We were allowed time out for a meal a short rest and then back at 6:00 - 9:00 PM for a family emphasis.
Anyway, it was a profitable time and so here I am completing this blog and contemplating m direction for the final service which will be in Negritos with Pastor Victor at Mision Cristiana Pan de Vida. Then we return here to Talara, gather our luggage, meet with Pastor Giorgio and then head to the bus terminal for our two hour ride to Piura and an evening service at 7:00 PM.
Beyond that – the next four days will be as busy, if not more so than they have been here in the Talara - Negritos area.
God bless and thanks for your prayers,
Dr D
My last dissertation, I mean blog, completed our activities for Wednesday. So if I can remember correctly, the next day was Thursday. And Thursday put us in Talara. Dinner was at the home of Dr. Jose Chiapee V, an “oftamologo” (Spanish) for dinner. We were served lasagna. Not just any lasagna, but Sword Fish Spinach Lasagna. The dish was developed by Dr. Chiapee’s wife, Mercedes. I was surprised at the taste. I would not want it often, but it was tasty.
The highlight of the time there was watching Dr. Chiapee make cappuccinos. Why? Because he took a machine Pastor Agustin Ciccia , from Lima, thought was destroyed and made it live again. So I had to have my picture taken watching the Dr. make me a cappuccino and then post a series of 12 on Facebook. You find ways to have fun in the midst of a busy day.
But! I did do something serious Thursday! The evening was spent in ministry at Mision Cristiana Pan de Vida (Christian Mission - Bread of Life) here in Talara, pastored by Pastor Giorgio and Jessica Schiantiarelli. (Try pronouncing that last name!)
Friday we ventured back to Negritos and Saturday began with a leadership meeting. Eight pastors and some of their leaders joined with Pan de Vida for two sessions that ended up starting at 9:00 (well that was the announced starting time, but it was actually 9:18) and ending at 2:00. So I had a little over 4 fours of teaching and answering questions.
The long term outcome of these sessions is yet to be realized but the immediate was a commitment to return next year and be the speaker for a Church - Pastor Conference to be hosted by the Church of God of Peru.
We were allowed time out for a meal a short rest and then back at 6:00 - 9:00 PM for a family emphasis.
Anyway, it was a profitable time and so here I am completing this blog and contemplating m direction for the final service which will be in Negritos with Pastor Victor at Mision Cristiana Pan de Vida. Then we return here to Talara, gather our luggage, meet with Pastor Giorgio and then head to the bus terminal for our two hour ride to Piura and an evening service at 7:00 PM.
Beyond that – the next four days will be as busy, if not more so than they have been here in the Talara - Negritos area.
God bless and thanks for your prayers,
Dr D
Thursday, September 1, 2011
REPORTING FROM TALARA AND NEGRITOS, PERU
I made it! Of course you know that because I am writing this!
No problems with the flight, no the connections in Pirua, where we were met by Gene Gayle, who pastors there. He took us to meet our bus for a 2 hour ride to Talara. And here Pastor Girogio Schiantiarelli of Mision Cristiana Pan de Vida met us and took us to our abode.
We are staying in the compound of Petro-Peru, a petroleum plant. The plant was originally built by a US company but now is under Peruvian ownership. The compound was built in the US style, so we have large rooms, hot water and better than that – it is running water 24 hours a day. That is not the case in the city. They only have water a few hours a day, and not every day at that. So we are blessed.
Our host and hostess is Jesus and Lily Torres. He is in the management end of the company having worked here for 30 years. He has worked in almost every department of the company and thus has knowledge of almost the entire process. That makes him a very valuable employee who is often asked to go to the US and assist petroleum plants there. Lily is an excellent cook and again we are blessed.
Pastor Girogio has gift of organization and so every detail of our time is was planned and every person responsible for anything to do with our stay is on top of it!
And then there is the weather! It is like December in Florida. 73 degrees this morning when I awoke. There is a sea breeze constantly and it makes for excellent sleeping. Sometime I will take a walk down to the Pacific. You cannot swim here because of the currents. But the beach is famous world-wide for surfing. Surfers come here from many places to compete. There isn’t any competition going on at this time however.
We arrived on Tuesday, a holiday for Peru 9 – Rose of Lima Day – which is for one of the saints of the Catholic Church. It was also the birthday of Pastor Giorgio’s wife Jessica. Then on top of that it was a marriage celebration – the Church service for Carlos and Karla for whom I was requested to give the wedding sermon. The time allotted was one hour. I did it in forty minutes. Then the Church ceremony began with the ring ceremony, the blessing, the signing of the Church certificate and a lot more including setting while all relatives from both sides came up in specified groups according to their relationship to the bride or groom. Finally it was over!
But that was just the beginning! Then we journeyed to the reception and waiting and waited for the bride and groom to arrive. We were served appetizers of various varieties with many different tastes along with grape juice and of course – Chicha Morada – the purple drink made from purple corn. It is delicious and good for you – they tell me. But the tell me it is good for you about almost everything they serve me.
Around one hour into the celebration, the pastor indicated we could depart if we would walk out one at a time. So our hostess started the process and I followed, then Marco and Javier. Boy was I glad to get back to my room.
Wednesday began rather slowly but I did the bones moving, even though it was just 9:00 when I walked downstairs to meet Lily and Marco for coffee in the kitchen. Added to the men was sliced meat – deli – with cheese and compressed and heated in a waffle type machine. For juice I was served papaya, freshly cut and juiced. And of course, “it is good for you!”
Pastor came for us about 1:00 and took us across the city for lunch – skewers of beef, hot dogs, onion and tomato with some vegetables – I can’t remember the rest BUT that was just the appetizer! The main course consisted of chicken, rice, Peruvian corn on the cob, potatoes with their “yellow sauce” and broccoli, cucumbers and ??? – cold – with special lemon sauce (their lemons are our limes). Then came desert - peaches and a typical cookie/brownie (but not so) – do not ask me to describe it – I took a picture of it to remind me but words do not describe it! It was delicious! And upon departing, I was handed more of it – new all wrapped up about the size of a half-sheet of paper and two inches thick.
We walked from our lunch to the square of Talara to get our phones re-charged (add money to our account via a kiosk, bou)ght some bottled water and caught a motorcyle cab to take us to our home here in Talara.
The evening found us in Negritos, about 30 minutes drive along the coast (north or south – I do not know because it was dark but I think it was south). We arrived at 7:00 – the time for the service to start. I had to set up my projector. Completing that project I made a DISCOVERY! Because our host, Jesus, came into my room and said it was time to leave – 15 minutes prior to the time we were instructed by the pastor – I failed to get my iPad with my message on it. So I had to improvise! Fortunately I had my computer with me, so I put the message on a USB drive and Marco found a printing business and had it printed out. He returned about 10 minutes before the worship service was over. WHEW!!!!!! We made it!
Pastor Victor then requested that I do the section I skipped on Friday evening. We had handed out outlines to go along with the teaching, but time prevented me from doing it all – however we will finish it on Friday evening.
The evening did NOT END with the final prayer. It was now time for a typical Peruvian meal. Chicken, green rice, with huancaina sauce (yellow sauce with taste of a hot spice), cold broccoli with Peruvian corn sprinkled in and with the “lemon dressing.” And the drink of the evening, fresh pineapple juice.
Then 30 minutes back home and flopping onto my bed about 11:30 PM but enjoying the cool breeze as it swept across me. It took a while to get over the pressure of the late meal – but I made it and finally drifted off to sleep.
Thanks for your prayers.
Dr D
No problems with the flight, no the connections in Pirua, where we were met by Gene Gayle, who pastors there. He took us to meet our bus for a 2 hour ride to Talara. And here Pastor Girogio Schiantiarelli of Mision Cristiana Pan de Vida met us and took us to our abode.
We are staying in the compound of Petro-Peru, a petroleum plant. The plant was originally built by a US company but now is under Peruvian ownership. The compound was built in the US style, so we have large rooms, hot water and better than that – it is running water 24 hours a day. That is not the case in the city. They only have water a few hours a day, and not every day at that. So we are blessed.
Our host and hostess is Jesus and Lily Torres. He is in the management end of the company having worked here for 30 years. He has worked in almost every department of the company and thus has knowledge of almost the entire process. That makes him a very valuable employee who is often asked to go to the US and assist petroleum plants there. Lily is an excellent cook and again we are blessed.
Pastor Girogio has gift of organization and so every detail of our time is was planned and every person responsible for anything to do with our stay is on top of it!
And then there is the weather! It is like December in Florida. 73 degrees this morning when I awoke. There is a sea breeze constantly and it makes for excellent sleeping. Sometime I will take a walk down to the Pacific. You cannot swim here because of the currents. But the beach is famous world-wide for surfing. Surfers come here from many places to compete. There isn’t any competition going on at this time however.
We arrived on Tuesday, a holiday for Peru 9 – Rose of Lima Day – which is for one of the saints of the Catholic Church. It was also the birthday of Pastor Giorgio’s wife Jessica. Then on top of that it was a marriage celebration – the Church service for Carlos and Karla for whom I was requested to give the wedding sermon. The time allotted was one hour. I did it in forty minutes. Then the Church ceremony began with the ring ceremony, the blessing, the signing of the Church certificate and a lot more including setting while all relatives from both sides came up in specified groups according to their relationship to the bride or groom. Finally it was over!
But that was just the beginning! Then we journeyed to the reception and waiting and waited for the bride and groom to arrive. We were served appetizers of various varieties with many different tastes along with grape juice and of course – Chicha Morada – the purple drink made from purple corn. It is delicious and good for you – they tell me. But the tell me it is good for you about almost everything they serve me.
Around one hour into the celebration, the pastor indicated we could depart if we would walk out one at a time. So our hostess started the process and I followed, then Marco and Javier. Boy was I glad to get back to my room.
Wednesday began rather slowly but I did the bones moving, even though it was just 9:00 when I walked downstairs to meet Lily and Marco for coffee in the kitchen. Added to the men was sliced meat – deli – with cheese and compressed and heated in a waffle type machine. For juice I was served papaya, freshly cut and juiced. And of course, “it is good for you!”
Pastor came for us about 1:00 and took us across the city for lunch – skewers of beef, hot dogs, onion and tomato with some vegetables – I can’t remember the rest BUT that was just the appetizer! The main course consisted of chicken, rice, Peruvian corn on the cob, potatoes with their “yellow sauce” and broccoli, cucumbers and ??? – cold – with special lemon sauce (their lemons are our limes). Then came desert - peaches and a typical cookie/brownie (but not so) – do not ask me to describe it – I took a picture of it to remind me but words do not describe it! It was delicious! And upon departing, I was handed more of it – new all wrapped up about the size of a half-sheet of paper and two inches thick.
We walked from our lunch to the square of Talara to get our phones re-charged (add money to our account via a kiosk, bou)ght some bottled water and caught a motorcyle cab to take us to our home here in Talara.
The evening found us in Negritos, about 30 minutes drive along the coast (north or south – I do not know because it was dark but I think it was south). We arrived at 7:00 – the time for the service to start. I had to set up my projector. Completing that project I made a DISCOVERY! Because our host, Jesus, came into my room and said it was time to leave – 15 minutes prior to the time we were instructed by the pastor – I failed to get my iPad with my message on it. So I had to improvise! Fortunately I had my computer with me, so I put the message on a USB drive and Marco found a printing business and had it printed out. He returned about 10 minutes before the worship service was over. WHEW!!!!!! We made it!
Pastor Victor then requested that I do the section I skipped on Friday evening. We had handed out outlines to go along with the teaching, but time prevented me from doing it all – however we will finish it on Friday evening.
The evening did NOT END with the final prayer. It was now time for a typical Peruvian meal. Chicken, green rice, with huancaina sauce (yellow sauce with taste of a hot spice), cold broccoli with Peruvian corn sprinkled in and with the “lemon dressing.” And the drink of the evening, fresh pineapple juice.
Then 30 minutes back home and flopping onto my bed about 11:30 PM but enjoying the cool breeze as it swept across me. It took a while to get over the pressure of the late meal – but I made it and finally drifted off to sleep.
Thanks for your prayers.
Dr D
Monday, August 29, 2011
45 YEAR RECORD BROKEN
Before I get to the headline, allow me to bring you up-to-date.
I arose from my position of rest, just like I do other days. But — skip it! You do too!
Anyway, Pastor Carlos and Jessica Mozon of Iglesia El Camino Rimac, with whom we had become acquainted at the El Camino Convention the first week of August, had contacted Marco Aroni, our Field Representative (I used that term to make you think we are big time. Why? Because we are not and but it sounded professional!) Fortunately we had a Friday open and so we headed to the Rimac area of Lima.
Rimac is not the best – to say the least – area of Lima. And taxi drivers from Elio, my home here, are not quick to accept fares to the area not only because of the crime, but because of the distance. We did secure a taxi and arrived. As I got out of the taxi, Javier (my interpreter) stepped behind me and Marco in front. Moving slowly across the street, Marco said, “The guy standing there is a thief, watch him closely.”
So, I did. I watched him. He got very nervous. You would too, if a tough looking preacher from the US looked at you! We continued our progress about half a block to a garage style steel door with a walk through door and above it a sign indicating we were there. But! No one else was there. So we took our position on the sidewalk awaiting the arrival of Pastor Carlos, cautiously watching all movements of those who were passing by. And then it happened! What? Nothing! I just wanted to create some suspense.
The building was packed. It was standing room only! Of course there were only about 50 seats! But again, it sure sounds big when you say it that way. But there were some passers-by who stood and watched.
I had the privilege of officially opening their extension of Universidad Pacto de Vida (CLU) and delivering the Word to God’s chosen in Rimac. The people impressed me with their attention and spirit. It was easy to determine the solid quality of the work accomplished in their lives. I am confident, if they had a larger facility, their attendance would easily grow. Thirteen (13) of those present are registered students, ready to start on Tuesday, August 30th. From no extension here three weeks ago and now 13 students!
The pastor of the church where we had schedule a first year graduation on Saturday, called Marco on Friday evening, just prior to our departure for Rimac and informed him there would be no service, no graduation on Saturday. Church problems! We were aware of some struggles within the congregation but our information received from the Pastor two days before seemed to indicate everything was settled. Anyway, it provided me with a day to work on developing a teaching on the subject of “Integrity.” I spoke on the subject at the El Camino Convention and became personally intrigued and stirred by the Holy Spirit.
While considering the subject, I had discovered a book on that subject was on my iPad and began to read it Friday upon returning from Rimac and before closing my eyes while lying upon my bed. The day was productive and I am already on page 21. Ten hours of that did create a tired mind and body.
Yesterday, Sunday, August 28th, I returned to Iglesia Centro Christiano De Avivamiento, with Pastor Gustavo & Jenny Rodriquez. This was my third service with them, but it was necessary to fulfill a previous commitment. It was not a burden because the Church is a growing, vibrant body and ministering the Word to them is an honor.
Sunday evening, Independicia, Lima found us awaiting the arrival of the pastor of Principe de Paz (Prince of Peace), Gilberto and Doris Varillas. We had taken a taxi to the shopping plaza in their area and were waiting on them outside a coffee shop. NO! It wasn’t Starbucks! NO! I did not buy a cup of coffee or any other coffee speciality. I stood in the cold mist and wind waiting Peruvian Time to pass and the arrival of Pastor Gilberto.
Here it is! What? The breaking of my 45 year record. What record? Well, wait a minute and I will tell you. It requires some background. Not really, background, but a description of my well disciplined habit of recording the Name of the Church, the Sermon Title, and the Date for every sermon preached.
I “looked at my overseas record” about one hour before our departure and only saw one record for any message at Independicia - Principe de Paz - Gilberto/Doris Varillas. So, the message which had come to my mind, was not one that I previously considered at all. But recognizing this may be the Spirit directing me, I told Javier, my interpreter he had better look over my notes for that message.
We arrived, about five minutes late to the service, but the assistant was already reading the scripture for the evening. We had a good worship time, even though Marco took time to shoot a picture of the large rat just below our feet – it was under the steel grate and could not get to us. I did not notice it nor Marco taking its picture. According to him it was about 12 inches long and fat. I am glad I was oblivious to it!
I ministered the Word. I prophesied over the pastor and his wife and turned the service to him. He called the people to the altar and 99% crowded to the front, forcing us to move from our seats of plastic – the standard pew here in Peru. At the pastor’s request I began to lay hands on the people. The Holy Spirit had been moving with power and so it was an easy task.
Led by the Spirit, I took the mic and requested those with any pain or sickness to place their hand on the affected area. I prayed. I asked for those who knew they had been healed to raise their hands. So many raised their hands, I requested them put their hands down. I repeated the request, but this time more hands were raised than previously. So I asked for some testimonies from those who knew their pain was gone. I wish I could remember all the testimonies. Suffice it to say, the healing power of God was there.
Now for the climatic revelation! As the pastor drove us back to a location where we could catch a taxi he stated, “I have been telling the people that we need to be broken. And then you came and ministered on the subject of being broken and used by God.”
Such a statement always is good to the ears of a visiting preacher. And I thought nothing more about it. When I arose this morning, I did what is normal. I opened my computer, moved through the documents, found the file: Nations - Sermon Records - Peru and then went to the title of the message from Sunday evening.
What did I find? Yes! Independicia: Principe de Paz - Gilberto/Doris Varillas - 4/10/10!
THE FIRST TIME I HAVE EVER ACCIDENTLY RE-PREACHED THE SAME SERMON AT ANY CHURCH IN 45 YEARS!
But my accident was not God’s accident, it was God’s direction on purpose! If I had seen the record I never would have considered that message, but God knew and by-passed my mind.
Now today, Monday, it is time to do laundry, pack and prepare for a two week trip north to Talara, Piura on the western side where there is plenty of warmth and fish, then to the eastern side adjacent to the jungle to Jaen and Bagua Grande, then back to Lima for three days before the final trip to Ayacucho and over the one lane road, the most of the time, to San Franciso - Kimbiri.
God bless,
Dr D
I arose from my position of rest, just like I do other days. But — skip it! You do too!
Anyway, Pastor Carlos and Jessica Mozon of Iglesia El Camino Rimac, with whom we had become acquainted at the El Camino Convention the first week of August, had contacted Marco Aroni, our Field Representative (I used that term to make you think we are big time. Why? Because we are not and but it sounded professional!) Fortunately we had a Friday open and so we headed to the Rimac area of Lima.
Rimac is not the best – to say the least – area of Lima. And taxi drivers from Elio, my home here, are not quick to accept fares to the area not only because of the crime, but because of the distance. We did secure a taxi and arrived. As I got out of the taxi, Javier (my interpreter) stepped behind me and Marco in front. Moving slowly across the street, Marco said, “The guy standing there is a thief, watch him closely.”
So, I did. I watched him. He got very nervous. You would too, if a tough looking preacher from the US looked at you! We continued our progress about half a block to a garage style steel door with a walk through door and above it a sign indicating we were there. But! No one else was there. So we took our position on the sidewalk awaiting the arrival of Pastor Carlos, cautiously watching all movements of those who were passing by. And then it happened! What? Nothing! I just wanted to create some suspense.
The building was packed. It was standing room only! Of course there were only about 50 seats! But again, it sure sounds big when you say it that way. But there were some passers-by who stood and watched.
I had the privilege of officially opening their extension of Universidad Pacto de Vida (CLU) and delivering the Word to God’s chosen in Rimac. The people impressed me with their attention and spirit. It was easy to determine the solid quality of the work accomplished in their lives. I am confident, if they had a larger facility, their attendance would easily grow. Thirteen (13) of those present are registered students, ready to start on Tuesday, August 30th. From no extension here three weeks ago and now 13 students!
The pastor of the church where we had schedule a first year graduation on Saturday, called Marco on Friday evening, just prior to our departure for Rimac and informed him there would be no service, no graduation on Saturday. Church problems! We were aware of some struggles within the congregation but our information received from the Pastor two days before seemed to indicate everything was settled. Anyway, it provided me with a day to work on developing a teaching on the subject of “Integrity.” I spoke on the subject at the El Camino Convention and became personally intrigued and stirred by the Holy Spirit.
While considering the subject, I had discovered a book on that subject was on my iPad and began to read it Friday upon returning from Rimac and before closing my eyes while lying upon my bed. The day was productive and I am already on page 21. Ten hours of that did create a tired mind and body.
Yesterday, Sunday, August 28th, I returned to Iglesia Centro Christiano De Avivamiento, with Pastor Gustavo & Jenny Rodriquez. This was my third service with them, but it was necessary to fulfill a previous commitment. It was not a burden because the Church is a growing, vibrant body and ministering the Word to them is an honor.
Sunday evening, Independicia, Lima found us awaiting the arrival of the pastor of Principe de Paz (Prince of Peace), Gilberto and Doris Varillas. We had taken a taxi to the shopping plaza in their area and were waiting on them outside a coffee shop. NO! It wasn’t Starbucks! NO! I did not buy a cup of coffee or any other coffee speciality. I stood in the cold mist and wind waiting Peruvian Time to pass and the arrival of Pastor Gilberto.
Here it is! What? The breaking of my 45 year record. What record? Well, wait a minute and I will tell you. It requires some background. Not really, background, but a description of my well disciplined habit of recording the Name of the Church, the Sermon Title, and the Date for every sermon preached.
I “looked at my overseas record” about one hour before our departure and only saw one record for any message at Independicia - Principe de Paz - Gilberto/Doris Varillas. So, the message which had come to my mind, was not one that I previously considered at all. But recognizing this may be the Spirit directing me, I told Javier, my interpreter he had better look over my notes for that message.
We arrived, about five minutes late to the service, but the assistant was already reading the scripture for the evening. We had a good worship time, even though Marco took time to shoot a picture of the large rat just below our feet – it was under the steel grate and could not get to us. I did not notice it nor Marco taking its picture. According to him it was about 12 inches long and fat. I am glad I was oblivious to it!
I ministered the Word. I prophesied over the pastor and his wife and turned the service to him. He called the people to the altar and 99% crowded to the front, forcing us to move from our seats of plastic – the standard pew here in Peru. At the pastor’s request I began to lay hands on the people. The Holy Spirit had been moving with power and so it was an easy task.
Led by the Spirit, I took the mic and requested those with any pain or sickness to place their hand on the affected area. I prayed. I asked for those who knew they had been healed to raise their hands. So many raised their hands, I requested them put their hands down. I repeated the request, but this time more hands were raised than previously. So I asked for some testimonies from those who knew their pain was gone. I wish I could remember all the testimonies. Suffice it to say, the healing power of God was there.
Now for the climatic revelation! As the pastor drove us back to a location where we could catch a taxi he stated, “I have been telling the people that we need to be broken. And then you came and ministered on the subject of being broken and used by God.”
Such a statement always is good to the ears of a visiting preacher. And I thought nothing more about it. When I arose this morning, I did what is normal. I opened my computer, moved through the documents, found the file: Nations - Sermon Records - Peru and then went to the title of the message from Sunday evening.
What did I find? Yes! Independicia: Principe de Paz - Gilberto/Doris Varillas - 4/10/10!
THE FIRST TIME I HAVE EVER ACCIDENTLY RE-PREACHED THE SAME SERMON AT ANY CHURCH IN 45 YEARS!
But my accident was not God’s accident, it was God’s direction on purpose! If I had seen the record I never would have considered that message, but God knew and by-passed my mind.
Now today, Monday, it is time to do laundry, pack and prepare for a two week trip north to Talara, Piura on the western side where there is plenty of warmth and fish, then to the eastern side adjacent to the jungle to Jaen and Bagua Grande, then back to Lima for three days before the final trip to Ayacucho and over the one lane road, the most of the time, to San Franciso - Kimbiri.
God bless,
Dr D
Friday, August 26, 2011
YOUR REPORTER FROM LIMA, PERU
This has been another of the weeks that fly by like a jet airplane. I am not sure where the time went, but I do know it has been a busy week.
Since I left you, last Sunday evening, David Hodges and I have traveled south to Chincha, about two and one-half by vehicle where weI spent four hours with Pastor Honorato Martinez and his family. He pastors, Templo Apostolico Asambleas de Dios. It is there we established our first extension of Universidad Pacto de Vida. We also assisted in the reconstruction of the Church and his home as a result of the destruction caused by an earthquake. I had the privilege of ordaining his daughter, Maria Ysabel Martinez five years ago. She was our first Life Church pastor in Peru. And I got to see my “God-Child,” the oldest of Martine’s children – Pastor Honorato’s oldest son. So you can see we have some very close relationships with the pastors here in Peru.
While we were there, I asked Pastor Honorato to assist me with some Spanish material in preparation for adding it to our curriculum. He will be listening to teaching, then preparing a “teacher’s outline, and from that prepare the student outline and tests. Also he will be putting together some of his teachings on “Family Groups,” his style cell groups, for use as another course for Pacto de Vida.
I want to be begin placing Peruvian Pastors before the Peruvian people so there can be a “local identification” and cultural thought process to the local culture. I will edit, review and approve all the material then the Peruvian Pastor will teach “our” material as part of the curriculum.
Even though we accumulated five hours of travel, the time spent was invaluable for the Kingdom.
Tuesday and Wednesday, during the day, was a one-to-one teaching time with David Hodges to guide and assist him with techniques, study material, sharing biblical concepts and answering questions.
Tuesday evening was filled with meeting Pastor Jorge (Giorgio) Schiantiarelli, from Mision Cristiana Pan de Vida in Talara. He was in Lima and since I will be ministering in his Church in Talara and also in Negritos next week, he came to begin the relationship and to share with me the plans for our time with him.
Wednesday evening I ministered in Ancon, Comunidad Carismatica Cristiana Cristo Sanador, pastored by Everth Ipanaque. Pastor Everth is legally blind, has an artificial leg, leads worship, pastors two vibrant Churches and is full of joy, bringing excitement to every meeting. He also has Pacto de Vida and will begin the second year this September as well as start a new first year class. (And we feel sorry for ourselves for no reason, trying to find excuses why we cannot become part of the ministry of our local church — WHY?)
Last night, I returned to Iglesia Centro Cristiano De Avivamiento, pastored by Gustavo and Jenny Rodriquez and I will be with them again on Sunday morning. Pastor Gustavo will also become one of the Peruvian Pastors to teach in Pacto de Vida. Because he is fluent in English, he will be taking curriculum I have written and teaching it in Spanish, thus being able to add the Peruvian Cultural flavor.
O yes! On Wednesday, Pastor Gustavo came to share coffee and fellowship. And then on Thursday, Pastor Walter Villajuan from Iglesia Cristiana El Camino in Ancon traveled almost two hours by bus to share personally appreciation from the El Camino churches for our ministry in their convention the first week of August. It was then that a “mystery” was solved. When we arrived at the site of the convention, it was shared with me that this group of churches we Baptist. That was a puzzle to me, because I knew that Pastor Walter was Pentecostal. The truth is out! They are “Baptiscostal!” So, at least I can relax.
And lest I forget, Pastor Walter also has an extension of Pacto de Vida and will be assisting with producing the teacher, student and exams for courses.
The bottom line is this: God is opening doors! The Kingdom is growing! The “Shingles” over the door are not a barrier – to those who love God and His Children!
So thanks for your prayers!
God bless,
Dr D
Since I left you, last Sunday evening, David Hodges and I have traveled south to Chincha, about two and one-half by vehicle where weI spent four hours with Pastor Honorato Martinez and his family. He pastors, Templo Apostolico Asambleas de Dios. It is there we established our first extension of Universidad Pacto de Vida. We also assisted in the reconstruction of the Church and his home as a result of the destruction caused by an earthquake. I had the privilege of ordaining his daughter, Maria Ysabel Martinez five years ago. She was our first Life Church pastor in Peru. And I got to see my “God-Child,” the oldest of Martine’s children – Pastor Honorato’s oldest son. So you can see we have some very close relationships with the pastors here in Peru.
While we were there, I asked Pastor Honorato to assist me with some Spanish material in preparation for adding it to our curriculum. He will be listening to teaching, then preparing a “teacher’s outline, and from that prepare the student outline and tests. Also he will be putting together some of his teachings on “Family Groups,” his style cell groups, for use as another course for Pacto de Vida.
I want to be begin placing Peruvian Pastors before the Peruvian people so there can be a “local identification” and cultural thought process to the local culture. I will edit, review and approve all the material then the Peruvian Pastor will teach “our” material as part of the curriculum.
Even though we accumulated five hours of travel, the time spent was invaluable for the Kingdom.
Tuesday and Wednesday, during the day, was a one-to-one teaching time with David Hodges to guide and assist him with techniques, study material, sharing biblical concepts and answering questions.
Tuesday evening was filled with meeting Pastor Jorge (Giorgio) Schiantiarelli, from Mision Cristiana Pan de Vida in Talara. He was in Lima and since I will be ministering in his Church in Talara and also in Negritos next week, he came to begin the relationship and to share with me the plans for our time with him.
Wednesday evening I ministered in Ancon, Comunidad Carismatica Cristiana Cristo Sanador, pastored by Everth Ipanaque. Pastor Everth is legally blind, has an artificial leg, leads worship, pastors two vibrant Churches and is full of joy, bringing excitement to every meeting. He also has Pacto de Vida and will begin the second year this September as well as start a new first year class. (And we feel sorry for ourselves for no reason, trying to find excuses why we cannot become part of the ministry of our local church — WHY?)
Last night, I returned to Iglesia Centro Cristiano De Avivamiento, pastored by Gustavo and Jenny Rodriquez and I will be with them again on Sunday morning. Pastor Gustavo will also become one of the Peruvian Pastors to teach in Pacto de Vida. Because he is fluent in English, he will be taking curriculum I have written and teaching it in Spanish, thus being able to add the Peruvian Cultural flavor.
O yes! On Wednesday, Pastor Gustavo came to share coffee and fellowship. And then on Thursday, Pastor Walter Villajuan from Iglesia Cristiana El Camino in Ancon traveled almost two hours by bus to share personally appreciation from the El Camino churches for our ministry in their convention the first week of August. It was then that a “mystery” was solved. When we arrived at the site of the convention, it was shared with me that this group of churches we Baptist. That was a puzzle to me, because I knew that Pastor Walter was Pentecostal. The truth is out! They are “Baptiscostal!” So, at least I can relax.
And lest I forget, Pastor Walter also has an extension of Pacto de Vida and will be assisting with producing the teacher, student and exams for courses.
The bottom line is this: God is opening doors! The Kingdom is growing! The “Shingles” over the door are not a barrier – to those who love God and His Children!
So thanks for your prayers!
God bless,
Dr D
Sunday, August 21, 2011
AND NOW THE NEWS FROM PERU
Reporting now from Elio, Lima, Peru is your Biblical Reporter Dr D.
The last time I reported, I was telling you about the upcoming visit to Nuevas Fuerzas where Agustin and Jessia Ciccia pastor. At that time Marilyn was still here. The purpose of returning there was to spend the evening assisting in launching the new Church leadership team. If you remember, we had laid hands on Daniel Vargas ordaining him to the ministry to assist the Ciccias and also on his brother, Miguel and his wife Paola, setting them apart as Deacons.
So we took time to impart to the team biblical concepts of Church leadership speaking to them on such subjects as integrity, loyalty, team communication, levels of authority and other tid-bits of information from our experience leading churches. It was a joyful experience and the receptivity was fabulous.
From there we arrived back at the Falcons and Marilyn completed the last minute packing. I did what I could to assist – actually – I stayed out of the way, except to go online and check her in for the very early morning flight. The requirements of that flight pulled us out of bed at 3:00 AM, just over two and one-half hours after laying our heads on the bed. But it was worth it!
We arrived at the Lima airport and were 5th in line and since we had pre-checked online we had an open check-in and were completed by 4:45 – just 5 minutes after they opened for business at Copa. That gave us time to eat some donuts from Dunkin and drink some coffee together before she headed through security and to her gate.
Marco and I were back to the Falcon residence and had crawled back into bed by 6:00 AM. But “IF” you understand the potential impact of coffee then you know, there was little sleep ahead. Right On! But I survived and after getting my laundry done – again – actually I did not do it, but the girl who takes care of Abigail, the Faclon’s daughter did it for me while I packed.
It was a special treat to stay with Dr Roger and Magaly Falcon for the week. They are just “special” people and Marilyn and I love them dearly. God has His hand and call upon their lives. “I” believe the mission field of Peru will one day be their home and field of ministy.
I moved to the home of Dan and Brenda Clowers, the Overseas Missions Director for the Latin America-Carribean region of the International Pentecostal Holiness Church which is on the second floor of the IPHC headquarters and Church, Iglesia Pentecostal de Santidad.
And let me tell you I AM BLESSED to be able to stay here! The apartment is great! Quiet! Private! Has WiFi! A Hot Shower! And right now all mine. Dan and Brenda are in the states itinerating. Thanks Dan and Brenda!
Saturday evening I was once again back to Nuevas Fuerzas for their “youth” meeting. When referring to “youth” here in Peru, you may be talking about youth from 16/18 to 35. This meeting had 33 of the older age group only. But these have a history with Agustin and Jessica spanning back to the time he worked under his mother. They have matured and are building stones for the Church now.
Sunday, that is today, I ministered here this morning at Iglesia Pentecostal de Santidad, pastored by Jorge and Janine Watanabe. He is the leader of the IPHC here in Peru. Then we traveled across Lima to the area knows as Independencia to preach for Rolando Martinez and the congregation at Commnidad Biblica Vision Celestial. The Life Training Institute (LTI) students did ministry here in May. We also have an extension of Covenant Life University (Universidad Pacto de Vida) there. So their “President” came to share the word. (That’s me!)
And now I am back in the safety of my Peruvian Retreat Center! I got back here at 7:30 and I have fixed myself a gourmet meal: Starbucks Coffee filled with “medicine” [fiber] and French Vanilla Coffee Mate; a Peruvian bread (Pan) covered with Crunchy Peanut Butter and strawberry jelly; and a main course of Strawberry Yogurt poured over Granola Cereal. Sounds good, doesn’t it? It fills the stomach!
I must rise early tomorrow and begin a full day of travel with David Hodges. We are driving up to Chincha to visit Pastor Honorato Martinez and daughter. Maria Ysabel Martinez is licensed and ordained by Life Church, so I need to visit here and take her the tithe from the income of Pacto de Vida. Even though we really do not get enough to underwrite all the expenses here, we tithe on the portion we do receive from each extension. Maria has a Church there in Chincha, separate from that of her father and several years ago requested to be under our spiritual authority. She is one of us “Life-Churchers!”
So it is time to stop, do some book work and then hit the sack earlier that I did this morning – yes I said, “this morning.”
God bless and continue to pray,
Dr D
The last time I reported, I was telling you about the upcoming visit to Nuevas Fuerzas where Agustin and Jessia Ciccia pastor. At that time Marilyn was still here. The purpose of returning there was to spend the evening assisting in launching the new Church leadership team. If you remember, we had laid hands on Daniel Vargas ordaining him to the ministry to assist the Ciccias and also on his brother, Miguel and his wife Paola, setting them apart as Deacons.
So we took time to impart to the team biblical concepts of Church leadership speaking to them on such subjects as integrity, loyalty, team communication, levels of authority and other tid-bits of information from our experience leading churches. It was a joyful experience and the receptivity was fabulous.
From there we arrived back at the Falcons and Marilyn completed the last minute packing. I did what I could to assist – actually – I stayed out of the way, except to go online and check her in for the very early morning flight. The requirements of that flight pulled us out of bed at 3:00 AM, just over two and one-half hours after laying our heads on the bed. But it was worth it!
We arrived at the Lima airport and were 5th in line and since we had pre-checked online we had an open check-in and were completed by 4:45 – just 5 minutes after they opened for business at Copa. That gave us time to eat some donuts from Dunkin and drink some coffee together before she headed through security and to her gate.
Marco and I were back to the Falcon residence and had crawled back into bed by 6:00 AM. But “IF” you understand the potential impact of coffee then you know, there was little sleep ahead. Right On! But I survived and after getting my laundry done – again – actually I did not do it, but the girl who takes care of Abigail, the Faclon’s daughter did it for me while I packed.
It was a special treat to stay with Dr Roger and Magaly Falcon for the week. They are just “special” people and Marilyn and I love them dearly. God has His hand and call upon their lives. “I” believe the mission field of Peru will one day be their home and field of ministy.
I moved to the home of Dan and Brenda Clowers, the Overseas Missions Director for the Latin America-Carribean region of the International Pentecostal Holiness Church which is on the second floor of the IPHC headquarters and Church, Iglesia Pentecostal de Santidad.
And let me tell you I AM BLESSED to be able to stay here! The apartment is great! Quiet! Private! Has WiFi! A Hot Shower! And right now all mine. Dan and Brenda are in the states itinerating. Thanks Dan and Brenda!
Saturday evening I was once again back to Nuevas Fuerzas for their “youth” meeting. When referring to “youth” here in Peru, you may be talking about youth from 16/18 to 35. This meeting had 33 of the older age group only. But these have a history with Agustin and Jessica spanning back to the time he worked under his mother. They have matured and are building stones for the Church now.
Sunday, that is today, I ministered here this morning at Iglesia Pentecostal de Santidad, pastored by Jorge and Janine Watanabe. He is the leader of the IPHC here in Peru. Then we traveled across Lima to the area knows as Independencia to preach for Rolando Martinez and the congregation at Commnidad Biblica Vision Celestial. The Life Training Institute (LTI) students did ministry here in May. We also have an extension of Covenant Life University (Universidad Pacto de Vida) there. So their “President” came to share the word. (That’s me!)
And now I am back in the safety of my Peruvian Retreat Center! I got back here at 7:30 and I have fixed myself a gourmet meal: Starbucks Coffee filled with “medicine” [fiber] and French Vanilla Coffee Mate; a Peruvian bread (Pan) covered with Crunchy Peanut Butter and strawberry jelly; and a main course of Strawberry Yogurt poured over Granola Cereal. Sounds good, doesn’t it? It fills the stomach!
I must rise early tomorrow and begin a full day of travel with David Hodges. We are driving up to Chincha to visit Pastor Honorato Martinez and daughter. Maria Ysabel Martinez is licensed and ordained by Life Church, so I need to visit here and take her the tithe from the income of Pacto de Vida. Even though we really do not get enough to underwrite all the expenses here, we tithe on the portion we do receive from each extension. Maria has a Church there in Chincha, separate from that of her father and several years ago requested to be under our spiritual authority. She is one of us “Life-Churchers!”
So it is time to stop, do some book work and then hit the sack earlier that I did this morning – yes I said, “this morning.”
God bless and continue to pray,
Dr D
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
NO I HAVE NOT BEEN KIDNAPED OR RAPTURED – YET! – JUST VERY BUSY
Let me see, where did I leave off – it has been so long ago that my “blogging mind” has become rusty. Oh yes! Now I remember! We are ready for Saturday, August 6th. My how time flies when you are having fun.
Saturday, August 6th – Friday August 12th:
We are back with David and Cecci. And had I known the work that my wife had planned for the Davids, I am not sure I would have willingly returned to Jicamarca. (Just joking – ALMOST!)
Let me see if I can list the work first: Yup! I can! Many of you are acquainted with “Sparky.” But in case you are not I had better inform you. “Sparky” – that’s me – has a famous reputation as an electrician that “sticks” to his work – literally – with the help of 110 volts of electricity pulsating through his hand, while flopping on the floor and watching two adult men laugh!
Anyway one of the projects was to install a new ballast in a florescent light in the Church auditorium. Now they use 220 volts. So I had to do some real thinking (it is hard for me to do). We accomplished that and re-hung it over the platform with the help of some “monkey” tricks to reach the proper roof support from which to hang it. You use your mind about the method. In reality, the electrical work was a teaching project so David would be able to accomplish it by himself when no one was around to help.
Then we began the process of installing lights in his office and the study room, as well as adding a receptacle in the kitchen for their new location for the refrigerator. And I can say, I did not “stick” to my work on this one, for which I am thankful.
At the same time, “Mama D” (my wife as she is affectionately known here in Peru) cracked the whip and so David and I had to install some shelves in the kitchen on which to place the Microwave and to form a top for their dishwasher. This also required the installment of a new receptacle and the extension of one so we could add the other.
I will say, in her defense, Mama D did work too. She was responsible for putting Marine Varnish on the shelves. And she did a good job. Of course, with the assistance of the two “Great Davids” to do it when she did not want to – (I had better be nice or I’ll get it – whatever that is). Anyway between all of us doing what we could, the task was accomplished.
During this time, we also had ministry in Puente Piedra – Communidad Cristiana La Vina with Pastor Guillermo & Lisset Sifuentes and at Iglesia Vida, Jicamarca on Sunday, Tuesday and Thursday as well as preparing many documents and videos to assist David with his ministry. And of course this always involved sharing information at all times on anything that popped into David’s head. “IF” you know him, that means “ANYTHING!” And of course it also involved fellowship with the people of the Church and often many hours of travel into Lima to Sodimac (hardware/lumberyard) to spy out, buy and plan the many projects that David is facing after our departure. (Did I mention: Starbucks also?)
Friday, August 12th - Wednesday, August 17th:
Friday we moved into Lima, to the home of Roger and Magaly Falcon to spend the time until Marilyn departs early Thursday morning, August 18th. Dr. Roger (MD) and Magaly are a special couple who insist that we spend time with them every time we are here. We met them on Marilyn’s first trip to Peru and they interpreted for us on that occasion.
Saturday, the 13th, I had a Universidad Pacto de Vida first year Graduation at Marquez Callao, La Viña Del Señor, Pastor Fabián Santillán. They had 25 graduates and if I remember correctly, more than 5 are pastors of other churches.
Sunday we were at Monterrico, Lima, Nuevas Fuerzas pastored by Agustin & Jessica Ciccia. We had the privilege of installing their second deacon Miguel Vargas and then ordaining his twin, Daniel Vargas to the ministry. He will be assisting the Ciccias. We return there tonight to spend time with the leadership to assist them as they begin their walk together as a team.
Monday, David and Cecci arrived to spend the day with us and to relax. I am not sure we accomplished the “relax” part but we had a good day. Tuesday, Marco Aroni, our Peru coordinator, representative came by so we could make some plans for the upcoming days of travel and to update the college information – it took all day.
So we are now up-to-date in a “fast-forward” style, which some of you appreciate and others enjoy the wanderings of my mind and fingers as they fly over the keyboard in realms unknown before by the operator.
Anyway, tonight we are back at Nuevas Fuerzas (New Strength) and then we rise about 3:00 to take Marilyn to the airport for her return to the US and the “Six-Pack” (Grandkids not drink! Though sometimes when they are having their fun, I think I have been drinking!)
God bless, and thanks for your prayers.
Dr D & Marilyn
Saturday, August 6th – Friday August 12th:
We are back with David and Cecci. And had I known the work that my wife had planned for the Davids, I am not sure I would have willingly returned to Jicamarca. (Just joking – ALMOST!)
Let me see if I can list the work first: Yup! I can! Many of you are acquainted with “Sparky.” But in case you are not I had better inform you. “Sparky” – that’s me – has a famous reputation as an electrician that “sticks” to his work – literally – with the help of 110 volts of electricity pulsating through his hand, while flopping on the floor and watching two adult men laugh!
Anyway one of the projects was to install a new ballast in a florescent light in the Church auditorium. Now they use 220 volts. So I had to do some real thinking (it is hard for me to do). We accomplished that and re-hung it over the platform with the help of some “monkey” tricks to reach the proper roof support from which to hang it. You use your mind about the method. In reality, the electrical work was a teaching project so David would be able to accomplish it by himself when no one was around to help.
Then we began the process of installing lights in his office and the study room, as well as adding a receptacle in the kitchen for their new location for the refrigerator. And I can say, I did not “stick” to my work on this one, for which I am thankful.
At the same time, “Mama D” (my wife as she is affectionately known here in Peru) cracked the whip and so David and I had to install some shelves in the kitchen on which to place the Microwave and to form a top for their dishwasher. This also required the installment of a new receptacle and the extension of one so we could add the other.
I will say, in her defense, Mama D did work too. She was responsible for putting Marine Varnish on the shelves. And she did a good job. Of course, with the assistance of the two “Great Davids” to do it when she did not want to – (I had better be nice or I’ll get it – whatever that is). Anyway between all of us doing what we could, the task was accomplished.
During this time, we also had ministry in Puente Piedra – Communidad Cristiana La Vina with Pastor Guillermo & Lisset Sifuentes and at Iglesia Vida, Jicamarca on Sunday, Tuesday and Thursday as well as preparing many documents and videos to assist David with his ministry. And of course this always involved sharing information at all times on anything that popped into David’s head. “IF” you know him, that means “ANYTHING!” And of course it also involved fellowship with the people of the Church and often many hours of travel into Lima to Sodimac (hardware/lumberyard) to spy out, buy and plan the many projects that David is facing after our departure. (Did I mention: Starbucks also?)
Friday, August 12th - Wednesday, August 17th:
Friday we moved into Lima, to the home of Roger and Magaly Falcon to spend the time until Marilyn departs early Thursday morning, August 18th. Dr. Roger (MD) and Magaly are a special couple who insist that we spend time with them every time we are here. We met them on Marilyn’s first trip to Peru and they interpreted for us on that occasion.
Saturday, the 13th, I had a Universidad Pacto de Vida first year Graduation at Marquez Callao, La Viña Del Señor, Pastor Fabián Santillán. They had 25 graduates and if I remember correctly, more than 5 are pastors of other churches.
Sunday we were at Monterrico, Lima, Nuevas Fuerzas pastored by Agustin & Jessica Ciccia. We had the privilege of installing their second deacon Miguel Vargas and then ordaining his twin, Daniel Vargas to the ministry. He will be assisting the Ciccias. We return there tonight to spend time with the leadership to assist them as they begin their walk together as a team.
Monday, David and Cecci arrived to spend the day with us and to relax. I am not sure we accomplished the “relax” part but we had a good day. Tuesday, Marco Aroni, our Peru coordinator, representative came by so we could make some plans for the upcoming days of travel and to update the college information – it took all day.
So we are now up-to-date in a “fast-forward” style, which some of you appreciate and others enjoy the wanderings of my mind and fingers as they fly over the keyboard in realms unknown before by the operator.
Anyway, tonight we are back at Nuevas Fuerzas (New Strength) and then we rise about 3:00 to take Marilyn to the airport for her return to the US and the “Six-Pack” (Grandkids not drink! Though sometimes when they are having their fun, I think I have been drinking!)
God bless, and thanks for your prayers.
Dr D & Marilyn
Friday, August 5, 2011
PERU: THE FIRST WEEK
I now can update you regarding our First Week! I finally have WiFi and the time to Blog – so hang on because here we goooooooooooooooooo..............
Our flight to Peru went without a hitch! In fact, because I had checked in on-line Wednesday evening - just in chance it would be viable – it was – and it allowed us to get through check-in without having our carry-on bags weighed. That was super! Why? Because they were over-weight!
We did draw the red light in Peru and had to take all our bags and run them through the scanner. No problems except for my carry-on and my projector. I had to argue to keep from listing it with customs. I had a problem the last time but the “judge” said it was to old to require being listed. But every inspector has different ideas. She allowed me to go on and told me to be sure and list it the next time. OK!
Friday, July 29th:
Sleep In! We did not get to bed until after 4 AM due to unpacking, talking, eating and other things - whatever that is! Therefore Friday was a day of rest to some degree.
Saturday, July 30th:
It was time to get busy - so I swung into action! Well, after once again sleeping until 10 – but only because we tend to stay up late and talk with David and Ceci. But since there was to be a service Saturday evening I did get busy, prepare and preach. Probably the highlight of the evening was setting up the wireless microphone system I brought to give to David. You should have seen his face when he was able to talk without hold a mic!
Sunday, July 31st:
Well, what can I say about Sunday? Everyone with any sense knows what to do on Sunday. You go to Church and worship! So we did! Even though I had to preach I went happily.
The Sunday service is generally at 5:00 PM, but because of the large amount of work that has had to be done on the wall, they are hold their service at 10:30 AM. It really worked out good because it allowed us to take David and Ceci downtown to Lima proper. They have been under a lot of pressure and they were able to relax and eat some Pizza with great fellowship. (Everyone knows that when you are in my presence, there is great fellowship! Well, there is fellowship anyway, regardless of what you are thinking! I’ll get even with you later!).
We finally found our way home about 9:30 PM, ate some popcorn, used our jaws to jabber for a while and then crashed for the night.
Monday, August 1st:
It was a day of victory for me! I finally drove a vehicle in Peru! If you have never been here you would not understand. But IF you have, then you know about such a victory. Well, honestly, I did not drive that far, but it was a victory anyway. I ran a couple of errands for David so he could complete his project without being delayed.
We packed for our next excursion - the 7th National Convention of Ministerios Cristianos El Camino and prepared to leave at 7:45 AM to meet Marco Aroni at his house. No I was not driving, David was.
Tuesday, August 2nd - Friday, August 5th:
These days began with an early departure from Jicamarca; meeting Marco at his house; meeting Agustin Ciccia - who was my interpreter for the 7th National Convention of El Camino and then driving two hours north west of Lima into the mountains - a climb to about 5,000 feet. And even though that isn’t high, you would notice the altitude when walking up from the dinning hall to our room.
I will not say much about the speaker, because if I do, you will think I am biased (and I would be) but – well I will go on to other things. So all I can say is, if the words shared upon departure were any indication, we – Marilyn and I – were well accepted (our ministry to the people). Pastor Walter who had extended the invitation indicated this morning that all the pastors in attendance rated this annual meeting as the best they have had – Word wise.
Our accommodation were specifically planned. They had our beds – bottom bunks – made with new sheets and pillow cases and a heavy warm wool blanket. They also installed a “widow-maker” hot water unit in the shower so we would not have to take COLD showers. For those of you who have traveled abroad, particularly in Central and South America you know the type of shower I am talking about.
This one had bare wires stuck into the receptacle just below the light switch on the door jam as you entered the rest room. But it was certainly “warm” and prevented the shock and screams created by the cascading of very, very cold water upon the frame of one’s body.
Our quarters was a separate building with two bedrooms, each with three bunks, a large entry room with a conference size table and of course the shower/toilet. On a small table we found containers of water, a flash light and some Styrofoam cups. And having taken my supply of Starbucks with me, I was all set.
One thing I do know and that is: We will be receiving invitations to take Pacto de Vida (Covenant Life University) to Ecuador and Chile and with that opportunities for ministry.
One pastor, just before giving his report, began to share an prophetic word which in summary stated that in the next five years, Pacto de Vida would have extensive growth and impact many more nations and with that would come an outside source of finances which would extend our personal ministry to many more pastors and churches. I was not prepared to record the word, but I hope to contact that pastor and see if he can recall the word he shared .
Three of the pastors present were from Van Nuys, CA. They are officers in the organization. Pastor Walter Villajuan, the Peruvian leader, told Marco the US leaders checked me out via goggle and FBI. Marco chucked when he said this. But who knows? It may be wisdom to do it! There are many charlatans around today. Anyway, we enjoyed the connections and the opportunity to share God’s Word with all present.
Anyway! Here we are back in Lima at Pastor Agustin Ciccia’s home, awaiting his special spaghetti and if I am not mistaken, they went to the market to purchase Ceviche (a Peruvian raw fish dish) for me to eat. My mouth is watering in anticipation. Do you want to join me?
O yes! The food was good at the convention.
Now it is time to complete our business here in Lima and then meet David and Ceci at Metro. They came into town to get some food items not available where they live.
So until I can get back on-line – just re-read this. You may be surprised what you find the second time that you missed the first time!
God bless, and thanks for your prayers.
Dr D and Marilyn
Our flight to Peru went without a hitch! In fact, because I had checked in on-line Wednesday evening - just in chance it would be viable – it was – and it allowed us to get through check-in without having our carry-on bags weighed. That was super! Why? Because they were over-weight!
We did draw the red light in Peru and had to take all our bags and run them through the scanner. No problems except for my carry-on and my projector. I had to argue to keep from listing it with customs. I had a problem the last time but the “judge” said it was to old to require being listed. But every inspector has different ideas. She allowed me to go on and told me to be sure and list it the next time. OK!
Friday, July 29th:
Sleep In! We did not get to bed until after 4 AM due to unpacking, talking, eating and other things - whatever that is! Therefore Friday was a day of rest to some degree.
Saturday, July 30th:
It was time to get busy - so I swung into action! Well, after once again sleeping until 10 – but only because we tend to stay up late and talk with David and Ceci. But since there was to be a service Saturday evening I did get busy, prepare and preach. Probably the highlight of the evening was setting up the wireless microphone system I brought to give to David. You should have seen his face when he was able to talk without hold a mic!
Sunday, July 31st:
Well, what can I say about Sunday? Everyone with any sense knows what to do on Sunday. You go to Church and worship! So we did! Even though I had to preach I went happily.
The Sunday service is generally at 5:00 PM, but because of the large amount of work that has had to be done on the wall, they are hold their service at 10:30 AM. It really worked out good because it allowed us to take David and Ceci downtown to Lima proper. They have been under a lot of pressure and they were able to relax and eat some Pizza with great fellowship. (Everyone knows that when you are in my presence, there is great fellowship! Well, there is fellowship anyway, regardless of what you are thinking! I’ll get even with you later!).
We finally found our way home about 9:30 PM, ate some popcorn, used our jaws to jabber for a while and then crashed for the night.
Monday, August 1st:
It was a day of victory for me! I finally drove a vehicle in Peru! If you have never been here you would not understand. But IF you have, then you know about such a victory. Well, honestly, I did not drive that far, but it was a victory anyway. I ran a couple of errands for David so he could complete his project without being delayed.
We packed for our next excursion - the 7th National Convention of Ministerios Cristianos El Camino and prepared to leave at 7:45 AM to meet Marco Aroni at his house. No I was not driving, David was.
Tuesday, August 2nd - Friday, August 5th:
These days began with an early departure from Jicamarca; meeting Marco at his house; meeting Agustin Ciccia - who was my interpreter for the 7th National Convention of El Camino and then driving two hours north west of Lima into the mountains - a climb to about 5,000 feet. And even though that isn’t high, you would notice the altitude when walking up from the dinning hall to our room.
I will not say much about the speaker, because if I do, you will think I am biased (and I would be) but – well I will go on to other things. So all I can say is, if the words shared upon departure were any indication, we – Marilyn and I – were well accepted (our ministry to the people). Pastor Walter who had extended the invitation indicated this morning that all the pastors in attendance rated this annual meeting as the best they have had – Word wise.
Our accommodation were specifically planned. They had our beds – bottom bunks – made with new sheets and pillow cases and a heavy warm wool blanket. They also installed a “widow-maker” hot water unit in the shower so we would not have to take COLD showers. For those of you who have traveled abroad, particularly in Central and South America you know the type of shower I am talking about.
This one had bare wires stuck into the receptacle just below the light switch on the door jam as you entered the rest room. But it was certainly “warm” and prevented the shock and screams created by the cascading of very, very cold water upon the frame of one’s body.
Our quarters was a separate building with two bedrooms, each with three bunks, a large entry room with a conference size table and of course the shower/toilet. On a small table we found containers of water, a flash light and some Styrofoam cups. And having taken my supply of Starbucks with me, I was all set.
One thing I do know and that is: We will be receiving invitations to take Pacto de Vida (Covenant Life University) to Ecuador and Chile and with that opportunities for ministry.
One pastor, just before giving his report, began to share an prophetic word which in summary stated that in the next five years, Pacto de Vida would have extensive growth and impact many more nations and with that would come an outside source of finances which would extend our personal ministry to many more pastors and churches. I was not prepared to record the word, but I hope to contact that pastor and see if he can recall the word he shared .
Three of the pastors present were from Van Nuys, CA. They are officers in the organization. Pastor Walter Villajuan, the Peruvian leader, told Marco the US leaders checked me out via goggle and FBI. Marco chucked when he said this. But who knows? It may be wisdom to do it! There are many charlatans around today. Anyway, we enjoyed the connections and the opportunity to share God’s Word with all present.
Anyway! Here we are back in Lima at Pastor Agustin Ciccia’s home, awaiting his special spaghetti and if I am not mistaken, they went to the market to purchase Ceviche (a Peruvian raw fish dish) for me to eat. My mouth is watering in anticipation. Do you want to join me?
O yes! The food was good at the convention.
Now it is time to complete our business here in Lima and then meet David and Ceci at Metro. They came into town to get some food items not available where they live.
So until I can get back on-line – just re-read this. You may be surprised what you find the second time that you missed the first time!
God bless, and thanks for your prayers.
Dr D and Marilyn
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
LAODECIA, TURKEY
Tuesday, June 7th
Another busy and exciting day visiting the Churches of Asia Minor – better Turkey. Today our journey took us first to the sites around Sardis. The excavations here reveal the Temple of Artemis but next to it within almost touch range of a golf club, stands the remains of a Church. It is interesting to see the signs of Christians, believers, carved into the marble of even the pagan temple ruins. But to see the Church in the shadows of the pagan temple was exhilarating. Here we took time again to read the scriptural passage and hear comments from one of our team.
And here I began the filming of a promotional video to encourage churches and pastors to help Ismail Serinken establish churches in the Seven Cities of the Book of Revelation. It was all I could do to hold the camera as Ismail began to share his conversion story and how God is leading him to plant Churches here in Turkey.
From Sardis we journeyed to Philadelphia. There isn’t much excavation here because the current city is built upon the ancient site. But the four pillars that stand in the ancient site depict a large building used by the Church here. Sadly, here as elsewhere we see somewhere adjacent a Mosque to almost every Christian site.
Another hour and one-half journey took us to Laodecia. There is a mammoth area here of the remains of ancient Laodecia adjacent to the current city, Denizli. Here we spent almost three hours walking and viewing the city’s ruins. And here is the first site chosen to purchase a building for the new work Ismail has begun here. He was born here. His parents live here. Thank God they have received Jesus as their Savior.
A quick drive through part Denizli to get a “feel” for the city and then finally to our hotel and supper. And speaking of supper, I am getting used to the Turkish food. Not bad at all! And the deserts are fabulous.
Well, I will get a good sleep tonight since it is now only 9:30 here and I will soon be finished with the work I need to do.
I can’t wait to see how many are willing to go through all the pictures and videos I have. Anyway, I am “PUMPED!”
God bless and see you when I see you,
Dr D
Another busy and exciting day visiting the Churches of Asia Minor – better Turkey. Today our journey took us first to the sites around Sardis. The excavations here reveal the Temple of Artemis but next to it within almost touch range of a golf club, stands the remains of a Church. It is interesting to see the signs of Christians, believers, carved into the marble of even the pagan temple ruins. But to see the Church in the shadows of the pagan temple was exhilarating. Here we took time again to read the scriptural passage and hear comments from one of our team.
And here I began the filming of a promotional video to encourage churches and pastors to help Ismail Serinken establish churches in the Seven Cities of the Book of Revelation. It was all I could do to hold the camera as Ismail began to share his conversion story and how God is leading him to plant Churches here in Turkey.
From Sardis we journeyed to Philadelphia. There isn’t much excavation here because the current city is built upon the ancient site. But the four pillars that stand in the ancient site depict a large building used by the Church here. Sadly, here as elsewhere we see somewhere adjacent a Mosque to almost every Christian site.
Another hour and one-half journey took us to Laodecia. There is a mammoth area here of the remains of ancient Laodecia adjacent to the current city, Denizli. Here we spent almost three hours walking and viewing the city’s ruins. And here is the first site chosen to purchase a building for the new work Ismail has begun here. He was born here. His parents live here. Thank God they have received Jesus as their Savior.
A quick drive through part Denizli to get a “feel” for the city and then finally to our hotel and supper. And speaking of supper, I am getting used to the Turkish food. Not bad at all! And the deserts are fabulous.
Well, I will get a good sleep tonight since it is now only 9:30 here and I will soon be finished with the work I need to do.
I can’t wait to see how many are willing to go through all the pictures and videos I have. Anyway, I am “PUMPED!”
God bless and see you when I see you,
Dr D
Monday, June 6, 2011
SARDIS, TURKEY
Monday, June 6th
I made it! I MADE IT!
We started out in Izmir, Smyrna, this morning at 8:30 and wound up the hill to the Smyrna Citadel which overlooks the city of Izmir. The Citadel, fort, looks like a Crown from a distance. In Revelation 2:10, Jesus said, “...be thou faithful until death, and I will give thee a crown of life.” It is said that Pollycarp was martyred here.
It was stirring to one’s spirit man to stand there and hear the Word of Jesus to the Church of Smyrna read. It was as though you could hear the sounds of the martyrs crying out to God for the people of Turkey. In my spirit I could hear the call of Jesus for assistance for the people of Turkey – all 4-5,000 believers of the 72 million – saying come over and help us! They do not need bodies, put prayers, finances to assist them to do the work of reaching their own Jerusalem.
Our journey then took us to Pergamum. It was a journey of about 3 hours. Then a ride up the cable car to the Acropolis. There are a lot of ruins on top of the mountain. If we were back in the days of John we would see three idols from over 3,000 feet below the Acropolis. Everything up there would look like gods to those below. There the “major” buildings were built of white marble. There are still huge stones with the names of notable people inscribed on them because of their positions. Do you remember that Jesus said, “To him that overcometh, I will give to eat of the hidden manna, and will give him a white stone, and in the stone a new name written....”
Below the floor of the major temple, are huge arches and walls to support the temple. But through these one can walk today and descend to the next level and look out and see the steepest amphitheater of any in existence or known. The place is uncanny with sights and the imagination can run in every direction.
After almost three hours we then headed to Thyatira. It was again about a three hour or more journey. Here, it was my turn to read the passage about the Church from Revelation 2:18-29.....
Let me interrupt! Do you hear the sounds? The sounds of the evening call to prayer for the Moslems?
Back to where I was ..... and to share some thoughts. It does something to you to do this and remember the believers who were allowing their political connections, their cultural connections, to weaken their walk with Jesus by compromise. Even to the point that because they belonged to a “guild” they slowly began to indulge in the ways to their culture, their political position, until Jesus said (as stated in the Message Bible) “I’m about to lay her low, along with her partners, as they play their sex-and-religion games.” (Rev. 2:22) That is how low the step-by-step alignment with the ways of the world took them.
I wonder: Is there a message for the Church today in regard to how our relationships with society and its clubs, societies, our political persuasion, and the enticement of “compromise” can produce in our lives?
Well, enough preaching – particularly since I am to be simply writing a “blog” – which is a record of the day’s activities. But what else can I do, when I hear the cry of the martyrs and the warning of the Spirit as it rings loudly the message of Jesus to His Church?
God bless you,
Dr D
I made it! I MADE IT!
We started out in Izmir, Smyrna, this morning at 8:30 and wound up the hill to the Smyrna Citadel which overlooks the city of Izmir. The Citadel, fort, looks like a Crown from a distance. In Revelation 2:10, Jesus said, “...be thou faithful until death, and I will give thee a crown of life.” It is said that Pollycarp was martyred here.
It was stirring to one’s spirit man to stand there and hear the Word of Jesus to the Church of Smyrna read. It was as though you could hear the sounds of the martyrs crying out to God for the people of Turkey. In my spirit I could hear the call of Jesus for assistance for the people of Turkey – all 4-5,000 believers of the 72 million – saying come over and help us! They do not need bodies, put prayers, finances to assist them to do the work of reaching their own Jerusalem.
Our journey then took us to Pergamum. It was a journey of about 3 hours. Then a ride up the cable car to the Acropolis. There are a lot of ruins on top of the mountain. If we were back in the days of John we would see three idols from over 3,000 feet below the Acropolis. Everything up there would look like gods to those below. There the “major” buildings were built of white marble. There are still huge stones with the names of notable people inscribed on them because of their positions. Do you remember that Jesus said, “To him that overcometh, I will give to eat of the hidden manna, and will give him a white stone, and in the stone a new name written....”
Below the floor of the major temple, are huge arches and walls to support the temple. But through these one can walk today and descend to the next level and look out and see the steepest amphitheater of any in existence or known. The place is uncanny with sights and the imagination can run in every direction.
After almost three hours we then headed to Thyatira. It was again about a three hour or more journey. Here, it was my turn to read the passage about the Church from Revelation 2:18-29.....
Let me interrupt! Do you hear the sounds? The sounds of the evening call to prayer for the Moslems?
Back to where I was ..... and to share some thoughts. It does something to you to do this and remember the believers who were allowing their political connections, their cultural connections, to weaken their walk with Jesus by compromise. Even to the point that because they belonged to a “guild” they slowly began to indulge in the ways to their culture, their political position, until Jesus said (as stated in the Message Bible) “I’m about to lay her low, along with her partners, as they play their sex-and-religion games.” (Rev. 2:22) That is how low the step-by-step alignment with the ways of the world took them.
I wonder: Is there a message for the Church today in regard to how our relationships with society and its clubs, societies, our political persuasion, and the enticement of “compromise” can produce in our lives?
Well, enough preaching – particularly since I am to be simply writing a “blog” – which is a record of the day’s activities. But what else can I do, when I hear the cry of the martyrs and the warning of the Spirit as it rings loudly the message of Jesus to His Church?
God bless you,
Dr D
Sunday, June 5, 2011
FROM IZMIR, TURKEY
Sunday, June 5th
Sunday is the day to worship our Lord and Savior, and I had a great worship experience this morning! I could not understand the words, but my spirit was moved by the Holy Spirit as I listened to the believers, Turkish believers, along with some Koreans who live here, pour their heart out in worship.
The Church is pastored by Ismail Serinken and wife, Angelea. And of course their three children, from ages 12 - 2. (Two boys and a girl – I’ll give you their names later. Why, later? Do I have to really answer that question? That is what I thought!) Ismail is Turkish and his wife is from Romania. She came here as a missionary from her Romanian Church, met and married Ismail.
Counting the 15 of us, there were about 50-60 in attendance. They own their own building (a room on the third floor of a nice building as well as a coffee house about three doors to the left of their Church. There is so much to tell, but it would be so much more meaningful with pictures, and I am very tired, so it will have to wait.
Quickly now, we had a delicious Turkish meal and then visited the site of an ancient fortress on a high hill in Ankara. It dates back to the time of the Hittites, which takes you back before the entrance of the Israelites into Palestine. It has been rebuilt several times but the foundation is Hittite.
A quick one hour flight then put us in Ismir, the ancient city of Smyrna and that is where I am presently.
Ismail has joined us for the rest of our journey through the Seven Churches of Revelation, which begins tomorrow.
So, I am stopping to get the rest – the walking was tough today up the hill and upon the walls of the fortress.
God bless,
Dr D
Sunday is the day to worship our Lord and Savior, and I had a great worship experience this morning! I could not understand the words, but my spirit was moved by the Holy Spirit as I listened to the believers, Turkish believers, along with some Koreans who live here, pour their heart out in worship.
The Church is pastored by Ismail Serinken and wife, Angelea. And of course their three children, from ages 12 - 2. (Two boys and a girl – I’ll give you their names later. Why, later? Do I have to really answer that question? That is what I thought!) Ismail is Turkish and his wife is from Romania. She came here as a missionary from her Romanian Church, met and married Ismail.
Counting the 15 of us, there were about 50-60 in attendance. They own their own building (a room on the third floor of a nice building as well as a coffee house about three doors to the left of their Church. There is so much to tell, but it would be so much more meaningful with pictures, and I am very tired, so it will have to wait.
Quickly now, we had a delicious Turkish meal and then visited the site of an ancient fortress on a high hill in Ankara. It dates back to the time of the Hittites, which takes you back before the entrance of the Israelites into Palestine. It has been rebuilt several times but the foundation is Hittite.
A quick one hour flight then put us in Ismir, the ancient city of Smyrna and that is where I am presently.
Ismail has joined us for the rest of our journey through the Seven Churches of Revelation, which begins tomorrow.
So, I am stopping to get the rest – the walking was tough today up the hill and upon the walls of the fortress.
God bless,
Dr D
Peru 2011 - Marilyn & LTI students - Blog #5
Debie Phillips
soo...right now we are taking pastor cesi, marco and jovana to vote. Today is presidential voting day in Peru and the lines are ridiculously long! They go all the way outside and around the voting buildings. So we are just in the van waiting.
I’m feeling better! Thank you to everyone who was praying for me!! I started feeling better on thurs, praise God because we were in Chincha which is about 3 hours from where we had been staying. We ministered in two services there, one on weds night and one on thurs night. And we also went door to door inviting people to an evangelistic outreach that we did nearby.
After the outreach, we went to the pastors house, which is upstairs on top of the church, and they gave us some “hamburgers” that were very...interesting. I don’t think any of us really liked them at all but we all kept smiling and ate them without making a reaction...except jason lol that was funny, you definitely had to be there for that one to understand. After we ate, we ministered in their Thurs night service. Emily, Dillon and Emily did their skit, I sang in Spanish and then I gave a message. I really enjoyed the service. The worship was very loud and energetic and the people were very responsive.
I really went off my notes and gave most of my testimony which wasn’t planned at all. After I finished, Dillon came and gave an alter call and they prayed for people while I sang. It was a great service for me personally because I really just became vulnerable and went off my notes, it was kind of hard because I felt like I wasn’t going to make sense and I wasn’t going to be capable of connecting all my thoughts to flow together into a message unless I stuck to my notes but I just prayed and asked the holy spirit to completely take over and it was a very neat experience for me.
Service got out late and we made the 3 hour trip back to Jica Marca in a very crowed van...4 full grown men(Jason, Dillon, Pastor David and Marco) 5 women(Myself, Pastor Ceci, Emily, Jovana, and Mrs. Marylin) andddd 3 children, one of which is a baby whose favorite hobby is crying and im not even exaggerating.lol. But it was a fun ride on the way back, we played games and Emily laughed so much that she lost her voice the next day.
Friday, we returned to the school that we visited last week and we spoke to one group of 60 kids who were in 5th grade I believe. We did a skit, drumline and a salvation message. They absolutely loved the drumline, one of the kids got up and started break dancing kinda lol they loved it.
Friday night, we did street ministry near a busy little market in a not so great part of town. We went with a church which was a blessing because they had a sound system for use to use which was a huge help. Emily gave her testimony, we did the drumline and a skit and then Jason stood up on a bucket and preached the Gospel. He did reallyy good! Of course lol. People were really paying attention and seemed to connect with them. The pastor closed out, we prayed for a few people and then left to go eat. Nothing was open, so we drove to the airport since they have a 24 hour Mcdonalds and ate there.
Yesterday,(Saturday) we woke up and worked until around 3pm. Emily, Jovana and I washed all the dusty windows of the church and the side of the building. Then we helped the guys pick out all the rocks out of some soil that their hoping to plant grass on. After that, we ate, showered and got ready to go minister at another service at a church in Lima. Before church, we were rushing in the downtown Lima traffic to pick up Angeline; she was our translator for the night. So we sent jovana out into the downtown “town square” to try and find Angeline, only for Angeline to find us first. So then we were just looking for Jovana. This was not a good idea....to say the least lol there were sooooo many people. Almost like NY city or somthing. So we keep driving around stalling for them to get in the van butttttt...jovana was nowhere to be found and hadnt returned to the van. So we sent Jason out into the crowd to look for her....bad idea number 2! Lol. So we keep driving around the square hoping to spot them but we didnt. After a few minutes, we spotted Jason and he got back into the van and then Marco got out to start looking, while our translator drove the van. Thennn we found jovana!! Lol so now we were just looking for Marco. Keep in mind we had already driven around this square like 50 times! Lol. Once we spotted him, the translator pulled over for him to catch up and get into the van, and she just so happened to pull over right in front of the presidents house...bad idea number 3! So all of the guards with big machine guns started blowing their whistles at us telling us to move. It was a very interesting expirience! But praise God, everyone was finally safe in the van.
Service that night was awesome. The church we went to was predominantly young people and it was a packed house. I sang my song in spanish, dillon spoke a short message and Emily gave the word. After that, there was an alter call and we prayed and ministered to people. It seems that everywhere we go, the people are just so hungry for the word of God and so ready to experience him. It truly is very touching.
Sooo yeah, I think thats all for now, Emily is going to blog next and I don’t wanna keep her waiting any more :-) I cant wait to be home!
I miss you mom and Michael!! Give Eli hugs and treats for me!
Cedric!! I miss you so much!! I love your emails!! Cant wait to talk to you, I love you!
Anna!! Cant wait to see you girllllll!!!!! lol.
Thanks to everyone who has been reading and praying for us!
To God be all the glory!!
Thanks!
God bless!
Jason
The past few days have been great. This week we have been traveling a lot. We have ministered with 4 different pastors in the past four days. During our prayer time in preparation for this trip our greatest prayer was that we would operate in the power of the Spirit. We asked God that He would go before us and prepare the hearts of the people. We asked God that we would not operate in our own power but that we operate only in His, and everywhere that we go we take His presence with us. He definitely answered that prayer for us. At the churches the people have been very receptive to the word of God. Last night we went to a church and they were the most on fire church that we’ve been with. My favorite ministry in the past four days though was on Friday. We did an evangelistic service in a busy part of Lima. I didn’t think that we’d be doing street ministry while here in Peru but the Lord made it happen. The pastor had his own team that did worship then us LTI students did the rest of the ministry. Emily shared her testimony, then we did our drum line, next performed a skit then I had the opportunity to share the gospel. This was a dream come true for me because the Lord has given me a desire to preach the gospel in the open air but I never put any feet to it. (Psa 37:4)Delight thyself also in the LORD; and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart. The Lord put a desire in my heart to preach in the streets, and on this missions trip he gave me that desire. A year ago if you would have told me that I’d would be in the streets of Peru preaching to the people while standing on a bucket I would have called you nuts. Praise be to God for giving us desires that are pleasing to Him, and then bringing it to pass as we delight ourselves in Him. Yesterday was our last day of ministry, and we have two free days. We were supposed to have ministry today but due to presidential elections all activities have been cancelled. Thank you for your prayers and for keeping up with the blog. Beth I cant wait to see you in a few days! And I cant wait until we can travel and do ministry together. God bless you all, see you soon.
Dylon
It’s ridiculous that God allows us to be apart of His ministry. The move of the Holy Spirit has been with us everywhere we’ve gone. We speak with boldness when we tell the people that God is here to affect them because we know it will be confirmed. This trip has been everything I could have hoped for.
Thursday night we spent time at a church in Chincha. Jason brought encouragement, Debi shared the Word, and I closed with a Scripture regarding what the Holy Spirit was speaking to me for their church at that time. Many people responded to the altar call and the experience was evident in all that responded. We have not been using translators when praying for and laying hands on people, but just allowing our words and prayer language to minister to their spirits.
We got back from Chincha to Jicamarca about 1am and I went straight to bed. Friday morning we returned to the school we ministered to the week before. The target was the older age group, but I don’t believe they quite remembered that we were coming. Upon arrival, we waited 30 minutes before someone invited us to come in. We went through our 45 minute program smoothly and effectively. Then we began to wait for our next group to arrive for an additional 45 minutes. Finally we realized that it was time for school to end and another group wouldn’t be coming… yes, we were forgotten about. But all is well, the director of the school clearly stated that the door was open to him whenever they needed. Having that achieved is a far greater accomplishment toward kingdom advancement in the region then just getting through 45 minutes of our program. There was a great weight that rode on our time in this particular school because it was the first opportunity Pastor David or anyone has had in being able to speak to the kids. The fact that Pastor David is now able to be a voice here will be great towards the growth of his church, the discipleship of believers, counsel for many young people, and ensuring that young men find Jesus rather than the community of local gangs.
Friday night we traveled to Marcus for street ministry. The pastor accompanying us was the blind pastor whose church I spoke at last year. It was great to see him again. I really enjoy his company and way of thinking. The only possible “negative” to the loss of his sight is that his ear has become very fine-tuned. Sound check took about an hour total. We walked around and attempted to invite people at the market to come and enjoy the music or as Jason said “there will be cute boys,” but this was very difficult when we had no idea how this ministry would continue to be delayed.
However, that is the nature and beauty of ministering overseas. In some ways you must completely depend on those you are ministering with. It can be frustrating at times, but its important to keep in mind that it all will happen in God’s timing and the people will be there who are ready to receive what God has given us. The greatest enjoyment of taking part in this two-part trip every year is being completely open to the will of God. You know that every opportunity you have here is according to His will and I love to make the most of those opportunities. Although we may be forgot about or be delayed for hours at a time, it’s easy to say, “It’s supposed to happen this way.”
Our ministry was well received even on the street. We did not see an immediate fruit of souls being saved, but the pastor does similar ministry often and many people do come to his church at a later time to be discipled.
Saturday we continued work in the garden and assembled a wooden beam for the front of the church which Pastor will grow vines over as a decorative piece. Work concluded with lunch and we began to prepare for travel to our next church. This was definitely the youngest church we have visited so far. The worship was loud and guitar driven and very exciting. Jason and I were limited by the pole in front of us to display our usual expressions of worship and I became very familiar with an orange wall in front of me during the message. We all flowed very prophetically speaking very specific messages to the congregation and pastor. This would be close competition for one of my favorite Peru experiences just because of the nature of what was happening.
I’ll say it again because I truly can’t get over it-- what God enables and empowers us to do is amazing. He lets us be apart of what He can already do on His own. Wow.
Emily R.
Well fellow readers at the moment we have been sitting in the car for about 45 minutes waiting for Jovana to vote. The traffic today is insane! Here you have to option to vote and not vote and pay a fee of about $100 or more. Fun. The last couple of days we have had the opportunity to go to Chincha to minister to the word. Jovana has been helping me to break my many fears of ministering the word in Spanish. I’ve had fun overcoming them and even went door to door inviting people to come to an evangelistic service that we had prepared.
While in Chincha, we ate at a really good restaurant call El Baton and stayed in the Christopher Columbus Hotel where the water pressure in the shower almost drowned me. It was amazing! We were able to visit with Pastor Maria Isabel and her father Pastor Honorado and his family. He had hours of stories to tell us while we ate burgers. It was truly an experience.
Friday morning we went back to Emprendedores which is the school that Eliel goes to a few days a week. There we had an amazing time with the kids from age 11 to 15. There we were able to share our drumline, testimony, skits and salvation message. The kids responded well to the things that we shared. They even got involved in playing on the buckets and others danced. By the time we were done kids were asking where Iglesia Vida were and when would they be able to go and speak with the Pastor. Praise God for the lives that we are able to impact.
Yesterday I inspired Jovana to clean to front of the church. It was amazing to see the difference in color once she added a little soap and water. Deb and I were on window duty cleaning them up and making them shine. The boys on the other hand had another day of working in the garden which by the way looks amazing. Pastor David started building a canopy like thing to plant some kind of flowers around it that will hold on to it. Sorry for the vague description but I will post pictures of it on Facebook so that you all can see what I am talking about. :)
Last night we went to a church that full of young people who were hungry for the word! We could all sense it from the moment that we walked in. Deb sang, Dylon shared an encouraging word, I shared a message and Jason closed. Marco then made an altar call which almost everyone responded to and the Holy Spirit showed up to minister to each and every one of them. Chains were braking off, burdens lifted, fresh anointing was coming over them. I’ve never been apart of something like that. It reminds me of how blessed we all are to have a God that is willing to use us to bring His Kingdom to Earth!
Thank you for all of the prayer and support that you have all provided. It encourages us all the keep on doing what God has called us to do! Declaring His will in the earth at all cost. Love you can’t wait to see everyone back home!
Marilyn (known here in Peru as Mama D)
This has been a very full two weeks. I think all of the students are tired from the busy schedule AND the hard work. I know they would like to be able to sleep in – so after we arrive in Ft. Myers around four on Wednesday morning, expect them to be comatose most of the day. LOL!!
They have enjoyed the ministry most of all. I asked each of them what their favorite was – and for the most part, something different impacted each of them and for different reason. Truly - all of them have been thrilled at their ability to move beyond their notes while speaking. Frankly, it is impossible to anticipate where God might take them and lead them. What great times for them to have at such a young age.
They have also worked - HARD!! It is such a blessing for David and Ceci because the help they are given is engergizing to them to complete tasks they have. The work is NEVER ENDING. David and I were looking at things that are still to be done and we had to laugh because every time we think if just these few things could be done – and there are always more. Nearly impossible to believe that it all began just three years ago to see what is here today. Especially when you understand the monumental task it is to complete something and the fact there is no Home Depot nearby if you need something to complete your job.
We are out all day due to the elections. We are at a nice Mall right across from the Pacific Ocean. The kids are going to be going out in a bit to walk “down” to the beach area and to some parks. The rest of us are going to wait in or around Starbucks. Nice having Internet AND some American coffee.
Tomorrow night, Iglesia Vida in Jicamarca has planned a farewell party for us. The students truly have enjoyed the opportunity to get better acquainted with these faithful people.
Probably, we won’t write another Blog. Love to all of you and thanks for your prayers. With the exception of Debie - all of us have remained healthy - a real answer to prayer. The anointing has been evident in ALL we’ve done.
soo...right now we are taking pastor cesi, marco and jovana to vote. Today is presidential voting day in Peru and the lines are ridiculously long! They go all the way outside and around the voting buildings. So we are just in the van waiting.
I’m feeling better! Thank you to everyone who was praying for me!! I started feeling better on thurs, praise God because we were in Chincha which is about 3 hours from where we had been staying. We ministered in two services there, one on weds night and one on thurs night. And we also went door to door inviting people to an evangelistic outreach that we did nearby.
After the outreach, we went to the pastors house, which is upstairs on top of the church, and they gave us some “hamburgers” that were very...interesting. I don’t think any of us really liked them at all but we all kept smiling and ate them without making a reaction...except jason lol that was funny, you definitely had to be there for that one to understand. After we ate, we ministered in their Thurs night service. Emily, Dillon and Emily did their skit, I sang in Spanish and then I gave a message. I really enjoyed the service. The worship was very loud and energetic and the people were very responsive.
I really went off my notes and gave most of my testimony which wasn’t planned at all. After I finished, Dillon came and gave an alter call and they prayed for people while I sang. It was a great service for me personally because I really just became vulnerable and went off my notes, it was kind of hard because I felt like I wasn’t going to make sense and I wasn’t going to be capable of connecting all my thoughts to flow together into a message unless I stuck to my notes but I just prayed and asked the holy spirit to completely take over and it was a very neat experience for me.
Service got out late and we made the 3 hour trip back to Jica Marca in a very crowed van...4 full grown men(Jason, Dillon, Pastor David and Marco) 5 women(Myself, Pastor Ceci, Emily, Jovana, and Mrs. Marylin) andddd 3 children, one of which is a baby whose favorite hobby is crying and im not even exaggerating.lol. But it was a fun ride on the way back, we played games and Emily laughed so much that she lost her voice the next day.
Friday, we returned to the school that we visited last week and we spoke to one group of 60 kids who were in 5th grade I believe. We did a skit, drumline and a salvation message. They absolutely loved the drumline, one of the kids got up and started break dancing kinda lol they loved it.
Friday night, we did street ministry near a busy little market in a not so great part of town. We went with a church which was a blessing because they had a sound system for use to use which was a huge help. Emily gave her testimony, we did the drumline and a skit and then Jason stood up on a bucket and preached the Gospel. He did reallyy good! Of course lol. People were really paying attention and seemed to connect with them. The pastor closed out, we prayed for a few people and then left to go eat. Nothing was open, so we drove to the airport since they have a 24 hour Mcdonalds and ate there.
Yesterday,(Saturday) we woke up and worked until around 3pm. Emily, Jovana and I washed all the dusty windows of the church and the side of the building. Then we helped the guys pick out all the rocks out of some soil that their hoping to plant grass on. After that, we ate, showered and got ready to go minister at another service at a church in Lima. Before church, we were rushing in the downtown Lima traffic to pick up Angeline; she was our translator for the night. So we sent jovana out into the downtown “town square” to try and find Angeline, only for Angeline to find us first. So then we were just looking for Jovana. This was not a good idea....to say the least lol there were sooooo many people. Almost like NY city or somthing. So we keep driving around stalling for them to get in the van butttttt...jovana was nowhere to be found and hadnt returned to the van. So we sent Jason out into the crowd to look for her....bad idea number 2! Lol. So we keep driving around the square hoping to spot them but we didnt. After a few minutes, we spotted Jason and he got back into the van and then Marco got out to start looking, while our translator drove the van. Thennn we found jovana!! Lol so now we were just looking for Marco. Keep in mind we had already driven around this square like 50 times! Lol. Once we spotted him, the translator pulled over for him to catch up and get into the van, and she just so happened to pull over right in front of the presidents house...bad idea number 3! So all of the guards with big machine guns started blowing their whistles at us telling us to move. It was a very interesting expirience! But praise God, everyone was finally safe in the van.
Service that night was awesome. The church we went to was predominantly young people and it was a packed house. I sang my song in spanish, dillon spoke a short message and Emily gave the word. After that, there was an alter call and we prayed and ministered to people. It seems that everywhere we go, the people are just so hungry for the word of God and so ready to experience him. It truly is very touching.
Sooo yeah, I think thats all for now, Emily is going to blog next and I don’t wanna keep her waiting any more :-) I cant wait to be home!
I miss you mom and Michael!! Give Eli hugs and treats for me!
Cedric!! I miss you so much!! I love your emails!! Cant wait to talk to you, I love you!
Anna!! Cant wait to see you girllllll!!!!! lol.
Thanks to everyone who has been reading and praying for us!
To God be all the glory!!
Thanks!
God bless!
Jason
The past few days have been great. This week we have been traveling a lot. We have ministered with 4 different pastors in the past four days. During our prayer time in preparation for this trip our greatest prayer was that we would operate in the power of the Spirit. We asked God that He would go before us and prepare the hearts of the people. We asked God that we would not operate in our own power but that we operate only in His, and everywhere that we go we take His presence with us. He definitely answered that prayer for us. At the churches the people have been very receptive to the word of God. Last night we went to a church and they were the most on fire church that we’ve been with. My favorite ministry in the past four days though was on Friday. We did an evangelistic service in a busy part of Lima. I didn’t think that we’d be doing street ministry while here in Peru but the Lord made it happen. The pastor had his own team that did worship then us LTI students did the rest of the ministry. Emily shared her testimony, then we did our drum line, next performed a skit then I had the opportunity to share the gospel. This was a dream come true for me because the Lord has given me a desire to preach the gospel in the open air but I never put any feet to it. (Psa 37:4)Delight thyself also in the LORD; and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart. The Lord put a desire in my heart to preach in the streets, and on this missions trip he gave me that desire. A year ago if you would have told me that I’d would be in the streets of Peru preaching to the people while standing on a bucket I would have called you nuts. Praise be to God for giving us desires that are pleasing to Him, and then bringing it to pass as we delight ourselves in Him. Yesterday was our last day of ministry, and we have two free days. We were supposed to have ministry today but due to presidential elections all activities have been cancelled. Thank you for your prayers and for keeping up with the blog. Beth I cant wait to see you in a few days! And I cant wait until we can travel and do ministry together. God bless you all, see you soon.
Dylon
It’s ridiculous that God allows us to be apart of His ministry. The move of the Holy Spirit has been with us everywhere we’ve gone. We speak with boldness when we tell the people that God is here to affect them because we know it will be confirmed. This trip has been everything I could have hoped for.
Thursday night we spent time at a church in Chincha. Jason brought encouragement, Debi shared the Word, and I closed with a Scripture regarding what the Holy Spirit was speaking to me for their church at that time. Many people responded to the altar call and the experience was evident in all that responded. We have not been using translators when praying for and laying hands on people, but just allowing our words and prayer language to minister to their spirits.
We got back from Chincha to Jicamarca about 1am and I went straight to bed. Friday morning we returned to the school we ministered to the week before. The target was the older age group, but I don’t believe they quite remembered that we were coming. Upon arrival, we waited 30 minutes before someone invited us to come in. We went through our 45 minute program smoothly and effectively. Then we began to wait for our next group to arrive for an additional 45 minutes. Finally we realized that it was time for school to end and another group wouldn’t be coming… yes, we were forgotten about. But all is well, the director of the school clearly stated that the door was open to him whenever they needed. Having that achieved is a far greater accomplishment toward kingdom advancement in the region then just getting through 45 minutes of our program. There was a great weight that rode on our time in this particular school because it was the first opportunity Pastor David or anyone has had in being able to speak to the kids. The fact that Pastor David is now able to be a voice here will be great towards the growth of his church, the discipleship of believers, counsel for many young people, and ensuring that young men find Jesus rather than the community of local gangs.
Friday night we traveled to Marcus for street ministry. The pastor accompanying us was the blind pastor whose church I spoke at last year. It was great to see him again. I really enjoy his company and way of thinking. The only possible “negative” to the loss of his sight is that his ear has become very fine-tuned. Sound check took about an hour total. We walked around and attempted to invite people at the market to come and enjoy the music or as Jason said “there will be cute boys,” but this was very difficult when we had no idea how this ministry would continue to be delayed.
However, that is the nature and beauty of ministering overseas. In some ways you must completely depend on those you are ministering with. It can be frustrating at times, but its important to keep in mind that it all will happen in God’s timing and the people will be there who are ready to receive what God has given us. The greatest enjoyment of taking part in this two-part trip every year is being completely open to the will of God. You know that every opportunity you have here is according to His will and I love to make the most of those opportunities. Although we may be forgot about or be delayed for hours at a time, it’s easy to say, “It’s supposed to happen this way.”
Our ministry was well received even on the street. We did not see an immediate fruit of souls being saved, but the pastor does similar ministry often and many people do come to his church at a later time to be discipled.
Saturday we continued work in the garden and assembled a wooden beam for the front of the church which Pastor will grow vines over as a decorative piece. Work concluded with lunch and we began to prepare for travel to our next church. This was definitely the youngest church we have visited so far. The worship was loud and guitar driven and very exciting. Jason and I were limited by the pole in front of us to display our usual expressions of worship and I became very familiar with an orange wall in front of me during the message. We all flowed very prophetically speaking very specific messages to the congregation and pastor. This would be close competition for one of my favorite Peru experiences just because of the nature of what was happening.
I’ll say it again because I truly can’t get over it-- what God enables and empowers us to do is amazing. He lets us be apart of what He can already do on His own. Wow.
Emily R.
Well fellow readers at the moment we have been sitting in the car for about 45 minutes waiting for Jovana to vote. The traffic today is insane! Here you have to option to vote and not vote and pay a fee of about $100 or more. Fun. The last couple of days we have had the opportunity to go to Chincha to minister to the word. Jovana has been helping me to break my many fears of ministering the word in Spanish. I’ve had fun overcoming them and even went door to door inviting people to come to an evangelistic service that we had prepared.
While in Chincha, we ate at a really good restaurant call El Baton and stayed in the Christopher Columbus Hotel where the water pressure in the shower almost drowned me. It was amazing! We were able to visit with Pastor Maria Isabel and her father Pastor Honorado and his family. He had hours of stories to tell us while we ate burgers. It was truly an experience.
Friday morning we went back to Emprendedores which is the school that Eliel goes to a few days a week. There we had an amazing time with the kids from age 11 to 15. There we were able to share our drumline, testimony, skits and salvation message. The kids responded well to the things that we shared. They even got involved in playing on the buckets and others danced. By the time we were done kids were asking where Iglesia Vida were and when would they be able to go and speak with the Pastor. Praise God for the lives that we are able to impact.
Yesterday I inspired Jovana to clean to front of the church. It was amazing to see the difference in color once she added a little soap and water. Deb and I were on window duty cleaning them up and making them shine. The boys on the other hand had another day of working in the garden which by the way looks amazing. Pastor David started building a canopy like thing to plant some kind of flowers around it that will hold on to it. Sorry for the vague description but I will post pictures of it on Facebook so that you all can see what I am talking about. :)
Last night we went to a church that full of young people who were hungry for the word! We could all sense it from the moment that we walked in. Deb sang, Dylon shared an encouraging word, I shared a message and Jason closed. Marco then made an altar call which almost everyone responded to and the Holy Spirit showed up to minister to each and every one of them. Chains were braking off, burdens lifted, fresh anointing was coming over them. I’ve never been apart of something like that. It reminds me of how blessed we all are to have a God that is willing to use us to bring His Kingdom to Earth!
Thank you for all of the prayer and support that you have all provided. It encourages us all the keep on doing what God has called us to do! Declaring His will in the earth at all cost. Love you can’t wait to see everyone back home!
Marilyn (known here in Peru as Mama D)
This has been a very full two weeks. I think all of the students are tired from the busy schedule AND the hard work. I know they would like to be able to sleep in – so after we arrive in Ft. Myers around four on Wednesday morning, expect them to be comatose most of the day. LOL!!
They have enjoyed the ministry most of all. I asked each of them what their favorite was – and for the most part, something different impacted each of them and for different reason. Truly - all of them have been thrilled at their ability to move beyond their notes while speaking. Frankly, it is impossible to anticipate where God might take them and lead them. What great times for them to have at such a young age.
They have also worked - HARD!! It is such a blessing for David and Ceci because the help they are given is engergizing to them to complete tasks they have. The work is NEVER ENDING. David and I were looking at things that are still to be done and we had to laugh because every time we think if just these few things could be done – and there are always more. Nearly impossible to believe that it all began just three years ago to see what is here today. Especially when you understand the monumental task it is to complete something and the fact there is no Home Depot nearby if you need something to complete your job.
We are out all day due to the elections. We are at a nice Mall right across from the Pacific Ocean. The kids are going to be going out in a bit to walk “down” to the beach area and to some parks. The rest of us are going to wait in or around Starbucks. Nice having Internet AND some American coffee.
Tomorrow night, Iglesia Vida in Jicamarca has planned a farewell party for us. The students truly have enjoyed the opportunity to get better acquainted with these faithful people.
Probably, we won’t write another Blog. Love to all of you and thanks for your prayers. With the exception of Debie - all of us have remained healthy - a real answer to prayer. The anointing has been evident in ALL we’ve done.
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