Category Archives: Brazil

Rewriting history

In September of 1981 I stepped off an airplane in Fortaleza, Brazil. This was to be my new home and I was full of confidence of the change I was about to be an agent in bringing about.

Last night, cruising the internet, I came across a description of the work I helped to plant. It was biased, incorrect and totally lacking in historical fact. Reading what was written, I wondered what place the author was referencing; it wasn’t the reality that I had lived. It made me mad and sad.

It showed me how easy it is to rewrite history. The last man standing’s version becomes the official record.

This is exactly what our Enemy does with us in our lives. He rewrites reality, distorts the truth and makes us believe that we are mistaken when we attempt to see ourselves as Jesus does.

It’s all a lie, a rewriting of history. The truth?

So, what do you think? With God on our side like this, how can we lose? If God didn’t hesitate to put everything on the line for us, embracing our condition and exposing himself to the worst by sending his own Son, is there anything else he wouldn’t gladly and freely do for us? And who would dare tangle with God by messing with one of God’s chosen? Who would dare even to point a finger? The One who died for us—who was raised to life for us!—is in the presence of God at this very moment sticking up for us. Do you think anyone is going to be able to drive a wedge between us and Christ’s love for us? There is no way! Not trouble, not hard times, not hatred, not hunger, not homelessness, not bullying threats, not backstabbing, not even the worst sins listed in Scripture…

So, how’re ya doing?

I was contacted by an acquaintance from my past yesterday.

A fellow I’d not heard from for 27 years sent me an email. In a brief exchange with him I realized that while he had experienced some change in his life, I had radically transformed. I knew his vocabulary but he didn’t know mine.

I experienced a sadness that surprised me. Once a rising star in his field, he was now a so-so and definitely not rising; yet, he was still chasing the illusion. He was completely unaware that his dream was, and had always been, an illusion, a falsity that masqueraded as a lofty goal.

Jesus told this simple story, but they had no idea what he was talking about. So he tried again. “I’ll be explicit, then. I am the Gate for the sheep. All those others are up to no good—sheep stealers, every one of them. But the sheep didn’t listen to them. I am the Gate. Anyone who goes through me will be cared for—will freely go in and out, and find pasture. A thief is only there to steal and kill and destroy. I came so they can have real and eternal life, more and better life than they ever dreamed of. — Jesus

Silencing American Christian complainers

I love what I do in Brazil.

Except when I get emails like this:

Thank you so much for the financial assistance from everyone in the U.S.; it arrived at a good time. The Catholic radio station managed to pull strings to shut down our little station. Sadly, I was trading advertisement time for food and now that is over. The situation for Fátima and myself is delicate; every attempt is being made by Satan to destroy us. I don’t even want to talk about the group of evangelical brethren who want to silence me and are defaming our work. I can honestly say that I’m coming to understand what Paul said: “in all these things, we are more than conquerors.”

“Just a killer”

Flavor.Só_matando

Every little place has it. Unfortunately, the flavor can be sour.

Ubaúna is in the middle of nowhere, a sleepy little villa, rural, even “hick.” There is no police presence, no civil authorities, no ability to maintain law and order except the good will of the people. For years, scores of decades, that has been enough.

No longer.

Killers, assassins actually, seem to have found this out-of-the-way hideout and made it home. Recently a murderer by the name of “Just a killer” met “justice” on the streets of Ubaúna. Shot with a shotgun and stabbed multiple times, Just a killer is no more.

The place of his demise? Right in front of the largest macumba temple in town.

Please be praying for the church and it’s members…

A peek into darkness…

Eye opening…

Continue to pray for us. Last Sunday a friend of ours who is a lawyer had her apartment broken into by eight minors, all drugged. One of them received $7.50 to kill her. I’ve been threatened by drug dealers. It’s incredible the number  drug addicts who, for a pittance, have the urge to kill people and almost all of them are children.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx –Pastor Danilo, Tianguá, Brazil

The Sanctuary

Savannah01We’re beginning to get pretty uptown in our presentations about the work in Brazil!

This past weekend we were in Savannah at The Sanctuary, sharing about the work in northeastern Brazil and telling the story of the children in the Seed of Hope program. We were received very warmly and were blessed by the church with a very nice offering. Additionally, twelve more of our children were sponsored — that means that they’ll be eating every day thanks to the generosity of the folks at The Sanctuary.Savannah02

Nothing makes me happier!

Want a presentation at your church? Respond to me here and I will be in touch with you.

Savannah

We’re in Savannah, GA this weekend to share the vision of Gospel for Brazil with The Sanctuary. This is the church where two of our most ardent supporters –Patrick and Christy Loyd– are members.

It’s always fun to be able to talk about what is happening in Brazil. It is even more fun when somebody gives me a microphone and an audience! I’ll have that joy twice tomorrow.

If we’re fortunate, I’ll stop before midnight!

P.S. Oh, yes! We do have a traveling road show and would love to come to your church, mission committee, deacon board, management team, et. al. to show you the incredible opportunity that you could become a part of.