Stories

How I became a Christian.

PetraIt was a long process, it took me 4 years. Yeah. It's a long way to go to become a believer. 4 years ago, 2004, I went with my friend Gabby to my first English camp. I heard a lot about God and Christianity there. After that week I was thinking about it all but I hadn't nobody to share my feelings with. So I forgot. In 2 years I went to the second E-camp. My English was better so I just understood more and I learnt more about God.

Fear, Safety, Angels

This morning I got a frightful text from little brother Matthew. He said that the "p0lice " were coming to the school to question he and Mark. Remember these are the brothers who had been threatened with "punishment" if they did not stop telling the TRUTH at their school. I sent urgent ASKing request to brothers and sisters here. I must say that this situation moved me to tears only because these young men are so in Love with Father and are bold in their telling His Story. They are great young leaders.

How God used a Russian lady to remind me and her that He is passionately in love with us

Sveta-and-David--Pavlovsk-2009This is a double layered story - one that involves me and one that involves Sveta, an interpreter that joined our team on our journey to Pavlovsk, Russia.  Let me first say that I have been continually amazed at how God selects or pairs our interpreters with their American partners.  One would think that I would settle in and trust that His choices are always perfect.

Testimony of Bonnie Bass - The Salvation and Healing of Her Father

I was born in a small Texas town the same year that Israel became a
nation again. There were six children, and we were poor. I didn't know
that back then because I never ventured out of my neighborhood. I
thought the way I lived my life was the way everyone lived their lives.
One day I learned that was not the case. I had gone across the street
to visit my young friend and I happened to walk in at a very
inopportune time. She was being punished for something wrong she had
said and her father took her to her room with belt in hand and closed

Why again did God bring me here?

bicycle taking a restIn February 2008 I arrived in Prague, Czech Republic. I remember stepping off the plane, after over 24 hours of flying and thinking, "Where AM I?" "How am I going to learn this crazy language?" "Why again did God bring me here??"

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