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Phos House Evangelism Day – Pt 2 “A few weeks ago, I had the privilege of having a time to do evangelism with some of my housemates. Together, we decided to walk along the lake shore trail to see if the Lord would lead us to anyone. As we were on our way, we walked past two African American men …
EVANGELISM TRAININGIt was a sunny April morning in Madison, Wisconsin when Phos House residents gathered to learn about evangelism. The aroma of coffee filled the room, donuts sat heavily in their bellies, and the residents settled in to learn. After sitting under the tutelage of David Holmbeck the students gathered in pairs to pray for direction as they took to …
A FRESH START The smell of mold is what first struck me as we walked into the concrete room with ten foot high walls which did NOT reach the rafters looming above, home to their own tiny residents. We had been given this “house” as our home for the next two weeks. My thoughts began swirling with anxiety over my …
When our contact suggested that we do coffee ministry in a park in downtown Morelia, we had no idea what to expect. But as we prayed, God gave us many ideas about what we could do. So, we set out with several YWAM Morelia staff members, chalk, coffee, face paint, signs that said “abrazos gratis!” (free hugs!) and our hearts …
Though I hate to admit it, I have always thought that God should be more good than He actually is. This week I realized that He is as good as He could possibly be and that all along He has been more just than I could ever understand. As I read Job this week I began to see someone (who …
With stacks of blue New Testaments in hand we followed three Thai men across the asphalt parking lot. They wore button down shirts and modern day apostles. They lived life with few hesitations. They prayed for almost everyone they met, shared Christ freely, and gave generously. But at that moment I didn’t know any of this about them yet. I just knew we were handing out Bibles.
Airports stir something deep within my heart.
There’s a longing present. A. Deep. Longing. As I’ve contemplated while sitting in lounge chairs, standing in lines, observing people going to and fro, it finally hit me as to why.
Airports draw in people from all nations, all peoples, all faiths, and all languages with the common purpose of going somewhere. And, we are all going somewhere. We’ve been invited to dine with our Papa God.
As I walked down the dusty streets my mind raced. I wove my way through vendors hawking paintings of elephants, colorful bracelets, silk scarves, and carved soap. A sungtow rumbled past us, seeking someone to chauffeur to unknown destinations. We turned down an alley filled with loud shouting and the deafening thump of dance music. The colors faded from the soft glow of streetlights to bright neon strobe lights and discos. And vendors were no longer selling bracelets and soap. They were selling women.
“When we hold bitterness in our hearts, it destroys us,” I said. “We have to learn to forgive people no matter how badly they hurt us.” My gaze traveled across the weathered faces of the villagers. For a moment, my eyes connected with Pastor Nathan’s. All week, he had taken us from village to village across his home country of …
What does it mean to be a Father? I hoped to God it meant more than to Father a bright eyed family only to leave a Father-sized hole in the broken heart of a boy. A boy who just wanted to be like his dad Had suddenly added a long list of bad characteristics to an already compromised character. Are …
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