The Lord is tugging at hearts! Everywhere we go these days, people tell us that they want to go to the nations or have always wanted to go. Praying with college students, they pour their hearts out telling the Lord that the waiting is hard—they want to go now. Eating lunch with internationals, they mention they have always wanted to go on mission trips. This is before they know anything about us and what we do.
That was the question we asked ourselves working with the medical team in Nepal. We had no medical skills. We didn’t have an assign job as part of the medical outreach. We lacked the strength to carry heavy equipment and sickness had sapped the strength we did have and limited our participation. So, what could we add to the medical outreach team?
That was the outburst of joy from a supervisor of evangelists engaged among 57 peoples in Nepal where Christ is not known.
12 supervisors, like him, received backpacks containing the Jesus film in Nepali and nine other heart languages spoken by people groups in Nepal who have never heard the name of Jesus. Our team leader set up a demonstration showing the Jesus film in one of the tribal languages and this evangelist heard the Gospel in his own heart language.
Hugh McNeal stood there straddling a small stream of water near the Montana-Idaho border August 12, 1805 and raised his voice in thanks to the Lord that he had lived to bestride the mighty Missouri
It was dark and chilly in the rented venue on the second floor of a commercial building in Sao Paulo. But the warmth of the presence of the Lord filled the room. Ken had preached the Word and the
When the Lord calls, He also provides. Most of the time it is through the saints. The Lord does this so that you all might share in the blessings and rewards.
The GWCM Board met last month for a three day retreat. It was a sweet time of fellowship.
Where are you going next? We are often asked that question. But we are not asked, What do you do when you are at home? even though some people wonder.
In October Hurricane Matthew blew into Haiti.
One hundred thirty-five women listened to Martha speak about the life of Hannah at a woman’s conference in the Hoima town church. Everyone there, from elderly women to young mothers with children,