Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Pastor Jeremiah

Photo: Pastor Jeremiah Steepek (pictured) transformed himself into a homeless person and went to the 10,000 member church that he was to be introduced as the head pastor at that morning. He walked around his soon to be church for 30 minutes while it was filling with people for service....only 3 people out of the 7-10,000 people said hello to him. He asked people for change to buy food....NO ONE in the church gave him change. He went into the sanctuary to sit down in the front of the church and was asked by the ushers if he would please sit n the back. He greeted people to be greeted back with stares and dirty looks, with people looking down on him and judging him. 

As he sat in the back of the church, he listened to the church announcements and such. When all that was done, the elders went up and were excited to introduce the new pastor of the church to the congregation........"We would like to introduce to you Pastor Jeremiah Steepek".... The congregation looked around clapping with joy and anticipation.....The homeless man sitting in the back stood up..... and started walking down the aisle.....the clapping stopped with ALL eyes on him....he walked up the altar and took the microphone from the elders (who were in on this) and paused for a moment....then he recited

“Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’ “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’  “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’

After he recited this, he looked towards the congregation and told them all what he had experienced that morning...many began to cry and many heads were bowed in shame.... he then said....Today I see a gathering of people...... not a church of Jesus Christ. The world has enough people, but not enough disciples...when will YOU decide to become disciples? He then dismissed service until next week....... Being a Christian is more than something you claim. I'ts something you live by and share with others.Pastor Jeremiah Steepek (pictured) transformed himself into a homeless person and went to the 10,000 member church that he was to be introduced as the head pastor at that morning. He walked around his soon to be church for 30 minutes while ...it was filling with people for service....only 3 people out of the 7-10,000 people said hello to him. He asked people for change to buy food....NO ONE in the church gave him change. He went into the sanctuary to sit down in the front of the church and was asked by the ushers if he would please sit n the back. He greeted people to be greeted back with stares and dirty looks, with people looking down on him and judging him.

As he sat in the back of the church, he listened to the church announcements and such. When all that was done, the elders went up and were excited to introduce the new pastor of the church to the congregation........"We would like to introduce to you Pastor Jeremiah Steepek".... The congregation looked around clapping with joy and anticipation.....The homeless man sitting in the back stood up..... and started walking down the aisle.....the clapping stopped with ALL eyes on him....he walked up the altar and took the microphone from the elders (who were in on this) and paused for a moment....then he recited

“Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’ “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’ “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’

After he recited this, he looked towards the congregation and told them all what he had experienced that morning...many began to cry and many heads were bowed in shame.... he then said....Today I see a gathering of people...... not a church of Jesus Christ. The world has enough people, but not enough disciples...when will YOU decide to become disciples? He then dismissed service until next week....... Being a Christian is more than something you claim. I'ts something you live by and share with others.
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Saturday, July 27, 2013

Leonard Dober

  • Leonard Dober wondered if Jesus had thought the cross too much; then he remembered Jesus’ prayer in the garden ended, “Not my will, but yours, Father.” Leonard’s task seemed impossible, but he was pursuing God’s will and not his own.
        Leonard Dober determined that God’s call to him was to reach slaves in the Virgin Islands. He planned to reach these men and women by selling himself as a slave and working alongside others each day while sharing Jesus’ love with them. The thought of being a slave frightened and sickened him. He dreaded the treatment he would receive. “But Christ was willing to die on the cross for me,” he thought. “No price is too high to serve him.”
        It wasn’t the slave masters who were Dober’s harshest persecutors, but rather fellow Christians. They questioned his call to minister to slaves and ridiculed him as a fool for his plan. But Dober would not be dissuaded. He arrived in the Virgin Islands late in the 1730s.
        When he became a servant in the governor’s house, he feared that this position was too far removed from the slaves to whom he had come to minister. So he left and moved from the governor’s house to a mud hut where he could work one-on-one with slaves.
        In just three years, Dober’s ministry included more than thirteen thousand new converts.


    Jesus freaks. That’s what the world calls those whose faith seems a bit radical. Odd. Extreme. Dober was an eighteenth century “Jesus freak”—a free man who chose to live as a slave in order to win them to Jesus. He was willing to do whatever it took to squeeze the last ounce of devotion from his heart in service to Christ. For Dober, that meant a specific plan that made sense to no one but him. Have you been written off because of your freakish refusal to go along with the majority rule? If God has called you to do something radical for him in your family, church, or community, you must obey. Let others call you crazy, but may Jesus find you committed.
  • From Extreme Devotion
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Sunday, July 21, 2013

Camp: Day 1


  • Update: I failed to mention that I went to this camp, hosted by Holler Ministries, to learn more about what it's like to be a missionary. The camp is located in North Carolina, but is set up like an African village, and you go through real life situations.
  • The first day I got to missions camp, I was a bit nervous. (for a few reasons) 1. I didn't know what I'd do while I was there and 2. I didn't know anybody. So we get to the meeting place at 2:30, and I unload my stuff and walk down to the outside porch. So for the next hour or two the rest of the campers and I were doing games so we could learn how to do team work and trust each other. We then had our commissioning dinner and went to the "airport". All of us were new to this, and it was kind of frustrating at times. I couldn't pronounce the capital (Nairobi) correctly and almost didn't make it though check-in. I got upstairs and everything was quiet, except for the few beggars and welcoming man. (I could only understand the hello part). I went and exchanged my "million" dollars. (the pretend money turned out to be more than I thought). I was then arrested for not having my visa and had 200 schillings taken for a bribe. Then I hunted the guy down and asked for my money back, and he said I needed my visa to get it back. I filled out the application came back and we talked a bit, I prayed for his wife, and got my 200 schillings back. By then my bags had been stolen and I had to hunt those down, go through customs (I was accused of having a lighter in my pack) :) Finally got the mark of approval and waited for the remaining campers. We then went to "Africa" and met a village elder, who's words we couldn't understand except simba's (lions) were around in the forest, asked if we wanted chai, and told us that they (his village) wash their face and brush their teeth in the mornings. (That was only after the many blank stares we gave him). Later he explained what he said in English and then we went to sleep in our mud huts (those things were pretty awesome in my opinion) to the sound of guitar music from Shelby, a fellow camper.
  •    
    playing a teamwork game


Commissioning meal
Praying before "take off"
Check-In
Very Encouraging! :)
Security
Welcoming man and beggar
Money exchange
Interrogation
Security after check in
Visa application
Customs
Singing through customs.
Thief, beggar, and my stolen back pack. :) 
the village elder
Inside our mud hut! 


Saturday, July 13, 2013

God is Breathtaking


  • Time just flies by. The seasons pass, and as in an instant, the next ones here. So far, this year has been really good. I have learned a lot about myself, good and bad, and hope to be able to do better in those areas. 
  • I am amazed at how detailed everything is. From a dazzling rainbow to the skin on our body. I can't believe how amazing our God is. He know everything, and loves us all! I don't know about you, but I think that He is incredible. His way's are not our ways, and he has us here for a reason. It won't be until later will we see God's plan in our life, but even now we can see some it. 
  • I love how creation seems to cry out praise to God all day long. The beautiful snow peaked mountains reflect God love of scenery. The grass decorates parts of His earth, while dusty landscapes lay across the wide land. How the moon affects the tide, and the sun keeps us warm. The stars decorate the sky, and the lakes reflect them. All of creation sings praises all day long, and it is amazing to just sit outside and enjoy the handy work of the Master Artist.  
  • God deserves your best, so give Him your all! 
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Sunday, July 7, 2013

“Sometimes I miss those days of persecution!”


  •     The words came from an Iranian pastor who had escaped to the West. In Iran, arrest and police harassment were common experiences. He had even lost his home and job because of his faith. Now he was free to live and worship wherever he wished. How could he long for the days of persecution?
        “Sometimes I miss those days,” he said, “because I was so alive. I felt every day that Jesus was with me.”
        The pastor had planted a church near the front lines of the Iran–Iraq war. He earned money by driving a taxi and grew his church by sharing Christ with his passengers. In two years, he had won souls from nine language groups. Many soldiers worshiped with them each week, and he had baptized fifteen Muslim converts.
        The pastor and his wife counted on God for everything. When the bombs of war fell around them, they prayed for his protection. When there wasn’t enough money, they prayed for his provision. And each day God came through for them.
        Their ministry was rewarded. Ten members of his church have gone on to become pastors. Even now, the pastor can see fruit from the time of ministry at the front lines.

    If you’ve never been in love, you cannot understand what it is to be heartbroken. If you have never lost a loved one, you cannot truly relate to those who mourn. You cannot understand a longing for something you have never experienced. Those who have been persecuted for their faith describe a peculiar longing. They long not for the persecution as much as they long for the sense of fellowship their persecution brought them. They don’t miss the torture as much as they miss what the torture taught them. The end result far outweighs the suffering. If you want to experience a deeper walk with Jesus, you must be willing to obediently sacrifice for him. That is also a type of suffering. 
    (From Extreme Devotion)

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Thank You


  • Today, as our family had guest over, a knock was heard on the door and as it was opened Yaz was there with her hands full. She walks in the door and we greet each other and she hands me three wrapped packages. 
      "I didn't know when your birthday was..." (My birthday was in March, but Yaz was thoughtful and kind enough to give me a gift three months later. A lot of people would just wait until next time if they were late. Just shows you how nice she is!) I open the three packages up she had given me- a painted rock covered in gold glitter and three gems on top, a journal and pen, drawing box, and last, but not least, a shirt that she had beautifully drawn on. Those were some of the best gifts I have ever gotten, and my favorite was the shirt. It was covered all over with sayings, one note she wrote to me was. "You're a very inspiring person to me since I met you 4yrs ago. You love to dance, sing, write wonderful stories, play piano, guitar, and many other things...That's why you have I think the gift of inspiring."
     ~Yaz, that is one of the best things anyone has ever written or said about me. I may not be good at all of those things, but I love getting such a compliment from such a nice person as you! Thank you so much!~

  • Written in my new shirt.

Monday, July 1, 2013

Ethiopia-Lalisa Mergesa

Ethiopia-Lalisa Mergesa
Lalisa. M.
Please pray for Lalisa. She just lost her husband in December, and is in great need of our prayers.
    If you would like to send her a letter of encouragement please follow the steps below and send them to :

Open Doors USA
Attn: Letter Writing Dept.
PO Box 27001
Santa Ana, CA, 92799

1. Pray
That God would give you the right words and verses to share.
For God to give the recipient strength to persevere and that they
will know the Lord’s compassion and mercy. (James 5:11)
2. Prepare
Write in short and simple English.
Do not dwell on the recipient’s plight or your blessings.
Handmade cards or children’s artwork can be very heartening to
families.
3. Protect
DO NOT mention Open Doors or your home address.
DO NOT include money.
DO NOT mention anything against the government or other
religions.

Thank you and God bless

How Many Kings


  • I  heard a girl sing this at camp and I immediately fell in love with it. Here is "How Many Kings" by Downhere.
  • God bless.