Sunday, November 19, 2017
Saturday, Nov 18, 2017 Sao Paulo, Brazil
It’s a funny concept, really, as we went into our last day. Although every moment aroused questions about the strange world in which we found ourselves, we had basically experienced all the regular ministry activities in the neighborhoods where we visited. How would our efforts be maximized?
We had come to serve. We had lessons and workshops. We nursed wounds and sickness. We prayed, evangelized, and preached. We gave, sorted, organized, and delivered donations. We counseled. However, despite all the doing which was wonderful, there was something greater that the Spirit wanted from us. He wanted us to serve heart first. The greatest service that we could give was presence, joyful laughter, a really bad joke, a hug, and a willing hand.
But today I got “stuck” in the kitchen. There was so much to be done! In fact, as I was finally free from the kitchen ready to do “real ministry”, someone handed me a bag and said, “Let’s go. It’s time to go home.” I mentioned to the kitchen boss lady (who was 10 years younger than me) that our work today was in support ministry, she simply raised her head, said a simple “Yes”, and continued working. It was the cherry on top of a sundae served of what Jesus said was the second greatest commandment: love your neighbor. We did what we came to do: serve the least of these, but found that though God is glorified in the “ministry” done and those who made it possible, quite often, it is the little things, the seemingly meaningless acts shared through relationships that best share Christ’s love and shine His light into the darkness that so needs its touch
Thursday, Nov 16th, 2017, Sao Paulo, Brazil
Saturday, November 18, 2017
Friday, Nov 17, 2017 Sao Paulo, Brazil




Thursday, November 16, 2017
Wednesday, Nov 16, 2017 São Paulo, Brazil
Wednesday, November 15, 2017
Tuesday, Nov 14, 2017
Today I was able to share the gospel in its purest form-in the very streets that Jesus would have preached in. It was a the perfect example of seeing our calling come full circle. Years ago while I was at university my dorm was visited by some pastors and they prayed over each of us. I was still young in my walk with Christ then and I certainly never thought that those prayers would come to fruition. However, God works in mysterious ways. As the pastor prayed over me that night and said, “son you are going to be called to a nation and speak to people of an unknown tongue”. Here I am years later, never knowing when, if ever, that vision would come true. I pray that a seed was planted that day and that the ministry here (A.M.O) can one day see the results of that seed.
Often times we forget how the gospel empowers us, and we become desensitized to it’s ability transform any life. Though we preach the gospel today we are not the author of those timeless words we are simply the vessel that carries it. Whenever I leave the place where I have planted a seed I don’t have to see the results. However, I do pray that I am able to make the trip down the mountain-without hesitation. I pray those dreams keep me awake at night and my heart keeps longing for the next opportunity to speak of the Jesus that places the heart of flesh into our empty vessels of flesh and blood.