Posted in General Posts by Chris Garcia on 9/13/2011
So where do I begin? What stories do I have to unfold this time? I took the single most amazing trip of my life that had change me indefinitely, around the world, to not only minister to others, but to even minister to myself. I've been back in the good ole' USA for over a month now, back with my family, back to the country I've started in. I've got a fresh new start in the land of opportunity, destined for change, for salvation, for love. And where am I now?
Sitting on my butt.
It's been nearly 45 days since my return off the trip, and to be honest, I haven't done a thing. I didn't get a job, didn't really go out much (due to the lack of personal funds), I didn't seek out people to talk to, I hardly read my bible. I just turned into a lifeless, cold-hearted blob that sucked up anything and everything that was given to me. I went through those normal routines of talking to people about my trip, went to my church...but I turned away. What did I do? I made excuses. I watched myself start to slip away into the old self I swore I would never return to.
But something resisted.
There was something inside of me that couldn't take it. There was something inside fighting back. There was something...no. There was someone. Every time that I saw myself slip back into old habits, there just happened to be some sort of way out, some sort of way to keep myself going and redirect my path. God was still there fighting for me. I hate to say it, but the sad part is, this went on for weeks. I remember about a week ago, I felt like I was praying to nobody. I hadn't heard from the Lord since coming back, and I remember asking,
"God...
...where are you?"
Well, of course out of my stupidity, I failed to realize that God was with me all along. BUT! I love it, because at these moments, it truly shows how great and powerful God is, and how much He loves me. Because He showed up. Oh he showed up alright. How? The first seemed harmless, but I received a job offer yesterday working as a preschool teacher. Harmless right? I didn't quite think until today that, a year ago, I left in a season that would change my life completely. Coincidence, right?
Wrong.
That night I felt so good, I couldn't stop myself. I started praising God with any musical instrument I could....for 4 hours straight. After that I went and ran, praying to God every step of the way. After coming back, I was told that I am wanted at the church to help with the youth program. It just seemed out of nowhere that everything was falling into place, that I took one step and I was back to my new self again.
And then tonight happened. I woke up, went to work for 9 hours, and I went to go run again. But before I ran, I prayed. Not only prayed, but repented. I went through everything that happened this past month, brought it to God, and once again, out of nowhere, God spoke.
"Run"
So I ran. And then I ran some more.....and then some more. I kept running. The only reason I ended up stopping was because it got dark out. I ended up running 7 miles in 77 minutes oddly enough. For me personally, I had never even come close to running this far in my life. I fell to my knees at the end, bowing my head down, and headed inside to clean up. But then I remembered something. I looked in my room, grabbed my bible, and quickly discovered one last present God left. I had been finishing up on Hebrews, and it was my turn to read Chapter 12. And the first two verses, it says:
"Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us RUN with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne."
We don't have all the answers. We don't know what God is going to do next. Sometimes we're knocked flat on our backs, looking up, and asking, "What the heck happened?" It happens to all of us. But for all of the uncertainty, through all of the distress that this world may bring, I beg you brothers and sisters, keep looking towards God, keep fighting. Because in all of these things, God is still with us. Just keep running.
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Posted in General Posts by Chris Garcia on 7/17/2011
I will be completely honest, open, and vulnerable to all you readers: I am akward.
With that said, let me explain a little more. This month has truely opened my eyes to see what I do, and frankly what I don't do, on sharing the Word with people. This month we've been helping with sunday services, helping with BEAUTIFUL children at a camp in town, and on thursday nights we've been teaching english through the cunning use of youtube videos. Fantastic right?
Through all of this though, obviously we have one common theme among all of these: we are constantly surrounded, intertwined, and melded with people. If you don't know me, I'll admit, I have the hardest time being around new people. It just makes me twitch, squirm, and gives me shivers everytime I talk with another new person. And this month, we've met HUNDREDS of people.
Now of course you may be thinking:
WHY THE IN THE WORLD DID YOU NOT SORT THIS OUT THE FIRST COUPLE OF MONTHS?!?!
Well.....that's a darn good question. It was always kind of easy for me to fill time in with all sorts of ministry. I love physical labor, doing worship, playing with children, and things that wouldn't require me to exactly use the good news to its full potential. Even preaching in a sense was easier for me, because I didn't have to be in front of a person that responded back to me. If I don't have to talk to a person that would not only exploit me and make me possibly feel inadequate about telling them about God, the better.
To be blunt: that's really stupid.
What changed this month? Well, first of all, feedback. I have three beautiful, caring, loving sisters on my team. But did I mention they're stubborn as well? A good attribute when you're needing a good push. So, with a swift kick in the rear, I got into a couple situations that would help change that.
This month I have met with a few key people. Now, of course, it wasn't easy, and generally for me, it was quite awkward. I never know what to say, never know really what to do, and I can never keep focus. Great. But that was before God called me out.
Look in their eyes.
So I did. And suddenly, I started looking at things differently. I didn't just see a person. I saw a need for hope. I saw a need for purpose. I saw a boy that wanted nothing more than to be a man. I saw a girl that was searching for love and acceptance.
I saw a need for Jesus.
The outcome? A miracle. A transformation. I wanted to desperately talk to these people, because I know that deep down, they're just like me, wanting and needing the same things. So I talked....and kept talking. I got a chance to encourage, speak life, and pour into these people that I met without fear, without worrying, and without having the need to sweat everytime I see a new face. And soon enough, not only was I doing what God wanted me to do, but I picked up a few amazing friends along the way.
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Posted in General Posts by Chris Garcia on 7/12/2011
This is it. This is what we've all been waiting for. Over 300 days on the race and we're soon to finally hit back the sweet aroma of what we call home: America. In less than three weeks, I'll be hitting the familiar sites, the sweet foods of grandma's cooking, and the wonderful fellowship to follow all of these. It breaks my heart to see The World Race end, leaving probably the best community I've been in, and venturing back to an almost now foreign land, but it's neccessary.
...Well, at least for a while.
One of the wonderful addictions I've picked up these past couple months is listening to podcasts. I was in the train heading to Lviv, and I put the worn, slightly-less white ipod headphones into my ears and started listening to a sermon about Ezekiel 47. It talks about going deeper into this river, taking the time every so often to check how far they've gone, and at the end looking how the man in the story explains that tons of creatures live where the river is, and where the river is everything will live. And the pastor goes on saying, how we are the one in the story being led by the man. We come to this place in the water, maybe ankle-deep, and we're happy and content with it. But what are we doing to go farther? Are we preparing ourselves to head deeper, to let God guide us so we're simming past our waste, to our shoulders, and ever over our heads with God's presence and love? And it got me thinking.
So what am I doing to further myself, to go deeper, preparing the kingdom for God's glory?
Well, after praying (a TON), getting confirmation after confirmation, I've made the final decision that I will continue on and leave in January to head to Generation 42, a leadership academy in Mijas, Spain. There I will spend six months in intense training under the training of Andrew Shearman and his crew, studying more about theology, learning how to lead, continuing living the life as missionary by working around the community, and figuring out how to set up my dream ministry.
But what about your family and friends? What about college? What about the life you lived back in Minnesota?
Okay, maybe that last question didn't sound quite that glorious, but it's true, I do have to once again leave my family and friends for ANOTHER time. To be honest, I don't know how long I will be gone. I'm planning to leave Minnesota already three weeks after arriving back, heading to New York to raise money with another squadmate. And who knows what God will have for me in store after Spain. But I know my calling is elsewhere. I love my family and friends, lovely little old minnesota....but I know my calling isn't to stay home. I know that it was a big accomplishment to step out and travel the world for 11 months to tell people about Jesus, but that's only a taste of what we can do. I want to step out. I want God to guide me into new areas, to push me in a running current. I want to God to teach me how to swim when I'm in water where I can't do it on my own. God has got me by the hand, and calling me, saying to me, "Come, follow me".
I fully believe G42 is the next step for me, and so I'm diving right in.
What's yours?
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Posted in General Posts by Chris Garcia on 6/20/2011
I wake up, look around. I'm surrounded by trees, taller than buildings, wider than cars. It's dark, but I can see dashes of sunlight through the branches.
My head is throbbing. I notice after holding my head, my hands are covered in soot. They're dirty as ever.
Where have I been? Where am I?
I look around.
There is nothing.
I cry out to see if anyone is there. Not a soul in sight.
What happened to my brothers? Where did everybody go?
I start to walk further and further into this unknown territory. Proceeding with caution, I make my way over what seems like miles of ground with the uncertainty of ever really reaching a destination, which I'm praying for.
But I notice there's something following me. I can feel the hairs on my arms starting raise one by one. I look around again. Still nothing.
And then I feel a cold, sharp breath on the back of my neck...
Time to run.
I'm sprinting into the darkness. I don't know where I'm going, and frankly I have no clue what's behind me. I look back to see what's chasing me, only to fall flat on my face.
Done. Game over.
This is it. Whatever is chasing me is going to get me. I turn to face my opponent, and out of this tall, dark figure comes an all too familiar voice...
"....Chris? I think I heard the door open downstairs and I'm scared...can you go and check it?"
Hello. My name is Christopher Garcia. I've been the only guy on an all girls team for the past five months. Yes, that is correct, five months and actually going on six. And in the past few months, I've started to learn what it looks like living as the only male swimming in a pool of estrogen.
Community looks a little different when you're the only guy. In some ways, yes, things are limited. There's not exactly another guy to talk to about girls, guns, and manly man goodness (this is a very large category) about. Poker isn't considered a love language, and it's not exactly acceptable for me to leave the toilet seat up. But doors open too, and things actually expand. I get to learn new ways to diet (vegitarian for example), it's easier to work out by carrying three extra bags that are about the same size and weight as me, and I get to put my Boy Scout tools into use tying up knots to put up clothelines, duck-tape holes in walls shut so rats won't get in, and use my expertise at lighting fires, whether it be on an open fire, or the amazingly unpredictable gas oven.
But the most incredible thing about living with three other girls is my chance to be the man I need to be. It's given me the opportunity to live out being a protector, a provider, and a leader. Now of course, it's not easy. It's a trial and error run, and I don't exactly get everything right on the first time....or second....or third. But living with such Godly women has not only made me push harder to be a man of God, but when I fail, there is so much grace and wisdom poured into me from them. I have my good days, but when I'm down, they are my family that picks me up. I've never had a sister before, and getting the chance to live with three of them, has one of the best experiences in my life.
So, to the girls of team Pleres, the girls on my old team Agape Life Song, and to the girls of R-squad, thank you. Thank you for making this experience life-changing for me. You are amazing women of God. Angels. Every single on of you.
Now if I could only convince my girls to stop washing their bras in the sink so I can brush my teeth...
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Posted in General Posts by Chris Garcia on 6/17/2011
We have been on the race now for quite sometime...month number ten right? We've gone from bottom corners of Asia, the plains of Africa, the extreme temperatures of India and Nepal, and now currently in Romania, the luscious greens of Europe. I could have never guessed what these past ten months would have done to me, ten months ago. I did a little back-tracking to remember what I actually have accomplished over the year, and this is just a few things of what I came up with:
I took my first plane overseas to the Phillipines and did a front flip off a waterfall.
Ate a fried tarantula in Cambodia. Slightly unattractive, yet quite delectable.
Spent Thanksgiving in the jungles of Malaysia, showering in the rain.
Preached my first sermon to around 100 people on Christmas Day in Thailand.
I danced for literally HOURS at church in Rwanda.
Led my first music class in Kenya.
Survived my lovely bus ride in Tanzania. That's a fun story.
Trekked over 15 hours through the mountains and tea gardens of Nepal.
I loved on a precious premortial dwarf named Aloe in India.
I'm currently in Romania, I've lost 80 pounds so far on the race, I'm now running 4-5 miles a day, and I'm in the best shape I've ever been in my life.
But to be completly honest, none of those things are number one on the top of my list of most incredible things happening to me. I've gone throught eating Belot, riding in the back of crazy tuk tuks (not to mention getting hit by one), and thrown indian snowballs at water buffalo, and it STILL doesn't compare to my number one.
So what is it? At the very beggining, on a lovely bus ride to training camp, I had a lovely squad leader named Tim Dixon ask me, "So what is the one main thing you want to get out of coming on this trip?". I paused, looked to him, and said, "I want to learn what it means to be a man. To get my initiation and stop being just a boy." And boy did I get that. God has worked me over month after month, and nothing has even come close to becoming the most incredible thing to happen me. God has shown up in so many incredible ways, shapes, and forms, I couldn't recall probably half of them because there are so many. I still cannot believe on how far of a journey God has taken me, testing my character, redefining my identity in him, and proving it. And so, the story ends next month when we hit Ukraine and go home. Game over. Right?
WRONG.
My journey doesn't stop here. These 11 months, being on The World Race, was just a kick start to a new revolution. My body, my being, cannot stop craving the hunger I have, yearning to know more about Christ, to have this wanting to do His will. This is only the beggining. I feel like with each day passing, God is changing and morphing me more and more into the MAN he wants me to be, and honestly, I don't see that stopping. Ever.
So what now? Where is my track to run on? I hit back home in under six weeks, only to head to New York after that for a couple months, then starts G42 (woot for new blog!) for six months of intense leadership training. After that? Who knows. I hope to someday lead youth, directing them towards Christ, possibly as a leader for a school of worship. I'm planning on returning to Thailand eventually, for what purpose, I have no clue. But all I know is that my focus is on God. And I'm not just tip-toeing through this race we call life. I'm in a dead sprint, and I pray that it will never slow down. He's worth every last breath, sweat, and tears.
Hebrews 12:1-2 "Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God."
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Posted in General Posts by Chris Garcia on 5/24/2011
I've seen time and time again the enemy try and take our ways. He's been doing it since the beggining of man, trying to overthrow the kingdom and call it his. He tries to gets a hold of our thoughts, our hopes, our dreams and tries to strangle them to death. He tries to fill our heads with nonsense and lies. He sucks away any happiness that we have and inserts fear and depression instead. Not only that, he tries to make our love for our Father a joke, a mockery.
But that's just it.
He tries.
Most of my life I ran with fear, guilt, and depression. I let the enemy take a hold of my life, put chain around my neck, and drag me around like a worn-torn puppy. I'm done with that. As the last blog I posted, he continues to try and push me back into the lifestyle I used to live. Sorry to burst the bubble, but I'm not doing that anymore.
So what do I do about it?
Resist.
I'm going to stop him DEAD in his tracks. I've got my own walls to build up, but I also not only have an amazing team, an amazing community to support me, I've also got my not-so-secret weapon: God. God has got my back, and will not let harm come to me.
Replenish.
I'm going to fill up on his word. Nobody can fight an enemy without being prepared to some extent. I'll gonna put the full amour of God on so that nothing can penetrate. Restoring myself through worship and prayer will give me the edge I need to go head first into battle.
Retaliate.
I'm gonna hit him where it hurts most. He thinks he can tempt me into living my old life, he's wrong. I'm gonna take what he's throwing at me, and use it for one better. God's glory. One thing that he tried to hit me this past month was regret. I had a grandfather whom I loved so much. He ended up getting Parkinsons, and after a couple years, he was on his deathbed, and I walked out on him on the last second. I didn't get to say goodbye.
But I will NOT let that haunt me anymore. I know that my Grandfather believed in God, and just as God is living inside of me, so is he. There's no need for goodbyes. But I'm not gonna stop there, I'm going to do one better. I wrote him a song while he was dying, and it's been over 2 years now and it still hasn't been finished. My goal, to finish this song by the end of this next month in honor of him. To show that not only so truely that God has put him in a spot in heaven, and in my heart, that I will not have to fear anymore and worry about saying goodbye, but also to show that the enemy WILL NOT and CANNOT take hold of me.
This one's for you gramps. I've always loved you.
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Posted in General Posts by Chris Garcia on 5/18/2011
Wow, it's been a long month. Month 9 almost over, 2 more to go...then home. Working at a home for orphans with disabilities has been one of the more challenging, but definitely most rewarding month so far on the race. We've gotten to play and love on kids that can't walk, talk, see, or even move. Most people in India would view these kids as cursed. I view them as blessed and beautiful.
Now, aside from the playing, the crying, changing diapers, giving water, and even changing catheters, it's been a pretty intense month for myself as well. Now being physically tired is one thing, but being emotionally/spiritually tired is another. I can't believe how just flat out tired I got. And I noticed it started to creep inside not only me, but our teams as well, not 3 days after we got to Ongole.
I started off the month feeling sick, and after having a "lovely" trip to check out what's going wrong, and doing bloodwork...we still didn't figure out what was wrong. But I figured that we had just gotten sick from the kids at the home, since a lot of them were having flu-ish symptoms. And then I noticed something else was there. A stitch in my side. It started small, but then it grew bigger, and bigger.
If there's anything that Satan loves to do with me is bring up my past and use it against me. To try and have me feel regret, to keep me in fear, to try and keep me in the palms of his hands like a puppet. And of course, he always starts small. I noticed that he was trying to poke at me. One poke after another.
Poke,
Poke,
Poke.
At first it got annoying....
....and then it started to hurt.
After a week of pure annoyance, the enemy decided to jab a shank into my side. I started to see problems arise with family members, friends, and whatever that was back in good old Minnesota. I started to see friends slip away, having so many problems of their own. I found out my grandmother had gotten hit by a truck, which was a lovely wake-up call (she's okay now, no worries!). And on top of that, Satan STILL trying to poke and prod at me, only harder and deeper with my past.
On top of that, I find out that I got accepted to G42 leadership academy. Now I was thrilled to hear that I got accepted, and it's all in God's plan. But Satan, of course, was there right behind me, trying to whisper into my ear:
"What about your family? What about your friends? They're not going to care, they're not going to accept you, and they won't support you. You're going to be on your own. Alone. You're going to crawl back in the hole where you started, and there's nothing that you can do about it."
...Oh really?
An old wise man once told me a little something along the lines of this:
"I don't get mad. I don't get even. I do one better."
So, in spite of all the nasty cold things the enemy has tried to foolishly throw at me, I'm not going to get mad. And I'm most certainly not going to get even. I'm going to do one better. Here's the thing though, this isn't just retaliation. I know better than that. I love God. I love my Father with my whole heart, and I trust Him. He brought me out of the depths of Hell, and I ain't going back. My past is what it is: the past. It's something I've let go and have now looked forward with Christ as my goal. My family and friends back at home I know God has protected, and His will be done. And as for support, I know that I'm not alone. Even if not a single person on this planet wouldn't want me to head to G42, I've still got God. I mean, it was His idea in the first place. I'm not going to give up what God has for me. I'm not going to lose sight of what God wants me to do. I'm not going to let Satan get to me. I'm a new creation, a new person in Christ, and I'm not letting anything get in the way between me and God. I'm done living the life I used to. It's exactly what it is: the past.
But after all is said and done, what do I do next? What's the one up?....I guess you'll have to check out the next blog to find out!
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Posted in General Posts by Chris Garcia on 5/2/2011
...as I sat there, eyes closed, breathing in the salty breeze coming in from off the ocean, there was sudden shift, an overflow of peace in my heart. I've never had this. This wasn't the same, not like before. It was a wave, none like the ocean, that covered me head to toe, sweeping over every inch of me, every cry in my heart, every doubt, fear, and worry, and replaced it with peace, courage, and hope. I sat there, feeling refreshed for the first time in a very long time. But there was something still yet in me. It was burning deep inside me. I thought about it for a good 24 hours to figure out what it was. It came down to one thing left, one cry of desperation, one goal that surpassed any other that sat within me: my dream.
It's day four, and we're stationed here in Ongole, India. Our new team, now called team Pleres (meaning: bringing the widsom, power, and grace of God), and team Exodus are working at an orphanage with disabled kids for the month, as well as going out and painting homes. This month is definitely one up my ally, with my passion for disabled youth as well as being a little artsy.
But the challenges had already come. Before coming to Ongole, we were in Hyderabad for 5 days at our debrief. It was wonderful to see our old squad leaders, mom and pops (Joey and Gary), and rejoice with everybody once again. But something wasn't sitting right in me then. And it turned a lot of things had happened that week that were...well, not quite ideal. But understanding that anyone can overcome anything with Christ, I just brushed off like nothing. Then something hit a little harder.
I came to realize I was missing something...again. I love the fact that I come to these points in my life only to realize to go further, I have this breaking sensation, a revalation if you will, that I'm ALWAYS missing something. Great. But I've noticed how being on the race, how it's become this sequential thing, just as the tell us at the begging of training camp, but no one really believes it till they experience it: we hit the race, come to a place of complete brokeness, then turn to full dependancy on God, we build ourselves in our communities to become stronger, and then before you know it, the race is over. What happens then?
I know that I've always kind of had this false image in my mind of who I'd like to be, what I'd be doing, and how I could make it happen. But it rarely works that way, especially without the Big Guy upstairs. God has much bigger plans for us. But now that I've had this complete and total surrender in my spirit, I've never really gotten the chance to ask myself, "What do I want to do to advance the kingdom?".
So there I was, near the Bay of Bengal, where it dawned upon me. It overcame me, amdist the boiling heat and. My evisionment: I want to help youth grow with Christ. But not to have them sing "Jesus Loves Me" and have campfires with s'mores, oh no. I want to empower them. I want to give them the neccesary tools to create leaders, bring the people of their generation out of a fatherless, hopeless wasteland and bring them to the promise land. I'm tired of a wandering, vision-less life that I know that will continue to haunt others if we don't change it. I'm drawing the line. I'm done with living a life, watching people commit spiritual suicide and fall into nothingness. I can't stand seeing children become nothing more than empty souls. Never again.
That's my dream.
What's yours?
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Posted in General Posts by Chris Garcia on 4/3/2011
So it's been a while since my last blog, and I've got to tell you, the changes are dire, and you're not going to want to miss this! Since my travels from Inringa in Tanzania, this is what happened:
-In 24 hours, God had provided all the necessities for me to be fully funded!
-We traveled to Zanzibar to relax and rest up before we headed back into Asia.
-TEAM CHANGES! I now have an entirely new team which consists of Carly Cronin (my team leader), Chelsea Hoffman, and Bethany Dragon. The girls are some of the most upbeat, craziest, headstong followers of Christ I have ever met, and I'm so excited to be with them the next four months!
-We hit Nepal about 5 days ago. Currently we are in another section of Kathmandu where we've been doing soccer ministry, praying for the Churchboys United and watching their games to cheer them on.
That's what's been happening now, and soon to happen:
-We will be leaving tomorrow morning at 4am to head out into eastern Nepal in the plains to a local village. There we'll be helping out a wonderful couple and go to teach at a school, doing some construction work, and many other things upon a long grocery list of things to do.
-Afterwards we head even father east, up into the mountain region. There for a couple of days we'll be showing the Jesus film around and greeting many people around the region.
-...and it just so happens in between those things, our ministry contact (which by the way are amazing and crazy!) wants us to the "Nepali usual" which includes going to see Everst, hunting wild boar, going on a jungle safari, and fish the "Nepali way" which means throwing a makeshift grenade into a river. Yes, this is my life.
So that's it so far. These past 5 days here in this country have been phenomenal. It's so beautiful, the people are incredible, and I can't wait to see what the rest of this month holds. It's been less than a week and already, I don't plan on leaving....sorry mom!
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Posted in General Posts by Chris Garcia on 3/18/2011
As the Minnesotan saying goes, "Oofta!"
Currently I'm in Iringa, Tanzania, and there are six of us (Jeannie Moore, Curt Devine, Lacey Malcomson, Janelle King, and myself) that are currently not funded. We recieved an email last night saying that we have till Sunday (currently 48 hours) to get that money in or we don't get a ticket to Nepal. We go home.
God has helped us provide over $400,000 dollars with raising money for our squad, and now we need only $13,000 left to go. Personally, I only need $3600, and then I'm fully funded. And here's the thing, ANYTHING helps. No matter how big or small you might think something is, anything helps. We can do all things through Christ, and I fully believe we can raise the rest of this money, if not more.
If you can help out financially, please go to the Donate Me! tab on the side of the page (and the others have them as well if you check on their pages). Just follow along and it's quick, easy, and safe. The greatest part too is that you can PLEDGE as well. Just send me an email at cmgarcia6599@gmail.com and I'd be more than happy to hear from you! If your deciding on it, I just ask that you pray first and foremost about it.
And of course, if anything else, just pray for us and the squad. Like I said, we can use litterally anything we can get. Feel free to check out all the blogs and see how God has been working through our lives and through the lives of other people. If God can use us to "feed the 5,000" in Malaybalay, have the lame walk, and raise $400,000, I'm sure He's got us on this one.
Luke 12:34 - "For where your treasure is, your heart will be also."
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