It's been over a month since we returned from our last stop -Mexico. It's been an interesting month.
The first week was debrief week, our team felt like it was just another week of outreach and approached it as such. They were able to be a real blessing to the team that just left for Panama and Costa Rica-sharing our team stories, praying for them and even doing evangelism down town as a whole community.
At YWAM Denver we have a vision to start another location down town that will be a give us a permanent presence and local ministry focus, along with the discipleship aspects of what we do every day. It's been really cool to see how God is weaving it all together and bringing people in who have a heart to reach this city. More on this as it comes up...
Next week we are having 5 new schools start. I will be working with the Phase 2 leadership school. I'm excited to see many past students returning to invest in the area of leadership. We are also running a school of social justice, video impact school and two DTS's. So in a matter of 7 days we will have about 104 students showing up.
This week is a week to prepare and also to reflect and process a bit what God has been doing and teaching us. It seems He has been really challenging us as a staff to draw into Him more deeply- to understand our identity in Him that we can be more effective as we give out to others.
So that's my thoughts for the moment...till next time.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Roberto
We spent our last week in Mexico City.
It was monday and we were in the upper room of the house we were staying, worshiping and praying. God's presence was so thick. Sometimes when God is moving you just have to go, or you miss out. So we went. We took the guitar and some signs and we went down to the metro station. As we continued to worship there, people began to come up and ask for prayer.
We began to see people get healed and set free. A woman, whose name I don't remember, had been in a car accident. Cat and I prayed for her, and all the pain in her body disappeared. Don't we serve a good God?
A few minutes later we were praying for a couple of ladies and I was startled by the sudden image of hurdling off the bridge we were standing on. Setting that aside we continued to pray.
A man shuffled up and grabbed Cat's arm. His mouth was barely moving and we couldn't understand him so we asked Reuben, one of the local guys with us, to help us out. This man, Roberto, led us to the ledge of the bridge and as he looked over the road below he, managed to whisper out a little of his story. Reuben shared it with me and I shared it with Cat. Roberto hadn't been able to speak properly in nine years.
So we began to pray. Reuben shared the gospel with Roberto. Yes, he wanted Jesus to come into his life! Whispering prayers of repentance and acceptance-right there Roberto came to the Lord. Then Reuben told me (in spanish) lets pray now for healing.
So we prayed and as we did, a few things happened. We encouraged Roberto to begin to say the name of Jesus. he did, and as He did His tongue began to loosen, his mouth began to open wider. This man began to speak out in more than a whisper "Jesus, Salvador-Jesus, Jesus, Salvador" Over and over. Then he began to spit stuff out of his mouth onto the road below. Globs of multiple colors went hurling to the road below- one big red chunk was so large I saw it hit the ground.
God brought salvation and healing that day to the life of Roberto!
The next day we held a service at the place were we were staying- Roberto came, in the front row as we were worshiping he was raising his hands with the biggest smile and proclaiming "Amen-Amen"
Don't we serve an amazing God?!
It was monday and we were in the upper room of the house we were staying, worshiping and praying. God's presence was so thick. Sometimes when God is moving you just have to go, or you miss out. So we went. We took the guitar and some signs and we went down to the metro station. As we continued to worship there, people began to come up and ask for prayer.
We began to see people get healed and set free. A woman, whose name I don't remember, had been in a car accident. Cat and I prayed for her, and all the pain in her body disappeared. Don't we serve a good God?
A few minutes later we were praying for a couple of ladies and I was startled by the sudden image of hurdling off the bridge we were standing on. Setting that aside we continued to pray.
A man shuffled up and grabbed Cat's arm. His mouth was barely moving and we couldn't understand him so we asked Reuben, one of the local guys with us, to help us out. This man, Roberto, led us to the ledge of the bridge and as he looked over the road below he, managed to whisper out a little of his story. Reuben shared it with me and I shared it with Cat. Roberto hadn't been able to speak properly in nine years.
So we began to pray. Reuben shared the gospel with Roberto. Yes, he wanted Jesus to come into his life! Whispering prayers of repentance and acceptance-right there Roberto came to the Lord. Then Reuben told me (in spanish) lets pray now for healing.
So we prayed and as we did, a few things happened. We encouraged Roberto to begin to say the name of Jesus. he did, and as He did His tongue began to loosen, his mouth began to open wider. This man began to speak out in more than a whisper "Jesus, Salvador-Jesus, Jesus, Salvador" Over and over. Then he began to spit stuff out of his mouth onto the road below. Globs of multiple colors went hurling to the road below- one big red chunk was so large I saw it hit the ground.
God brought salvation and healing that day to the life of Roberto!
The next day we held a service at the place were we were staying- Roberto came, in the front row as we were worshiping he was raising his hands with the biggest smile and proclaiming "Amen-Amen"
Don't we serve an amazing God?!
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Love.
This little guy was my little cuddle bug one day while we were up in the mountains in Haiti. I was sitting under the big tree you see out behind him spending some time with the Lord. The children came and were playing at my feet, he climbed into my lap and didn't move for over an hour. He probably would have stayed longer was it not so hot I finally put him down.
The children are so love starved and hungry for attention. It's incredible when you can just be Jesus to a little child. It doesn't take language, or special talent. Just arms and a lap.
Be His hands and feet.
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