A Call from the Streets

I was just starting to write you an update. I wanted to thank you for your prayer and encouragement. It is such a huge help to us. It’s actually a thrill to think of so many praying and our hearts are thankful and full, just thinking of you.

My brother, Paul, texted me and asked how things were, and I told him things have been calmer, and we are planning, Lord willing, to be on the streets this week, with food and the Word. I sent the text and my cellphone rang.

Anderson, from Igapó was calling, collect, to say there were three more killings. One was in Igapó, another in the favela Beira-Rio; both are places we visit regularly. I’m not sure where the third was.

I heard Anderson’s voice. He’s calling because we are his connection to a God that loves and he is scared. He wants the comfort of prayer and God’s Word. I’m scared for these kids. They are lost and they are helpless to save themselves. As we go, please pray for God to go before us and prepare their hearts. One soul is worth everything.

 

But you will not go out in haste, Nor will you go as fugitives; For the Lord will go before you, And the God of Israel will be your rear guard. (Isaiah 52:12 NASB)

Street Wars

Last week, we did not do a street/favela feeding and this week we will not, either. But, we did make the round of stops, and will do so this week, to be on hand to pray with the kids, listen to their needs, and be alert to any that might want to go to the rehab. As we head out, we ask for your continued prayer.

The mass killings on the street have resulted in more military police brought in from all over, and the streets are scary with armed presence. This morning, local officials announced that the head of National Security would be arriving today in Natal, and bringing with her 20 specialists of some sort, from the Department of Justice.

Thanks for your prayer. Without prayer, we are unarmed on the frontline of a far more serious battle than these street wars: the spiritual war, that is waged without ceasing, for each and every soul.

I have come as Light into the world, so that everyone who believes in Me will not remain in darkness. (John 12:46 NASB)

Rayane’s Hope, Our Joy!

What an awesome day today! Dr. Madalena spent an hour and twenty minutes with Rayane, her mom Fatima, and me.

She wants Rayane to attend her program for autistic children, here in Natal. It’s a school that will teach Rayane to talk, read, write, use a computer, dress herself and interact with others. Rayane would attend three times per week, and Dr. Madalena says transportation can be arranged, through the government.

 

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We sat there just overwhelmed by how much hope there is for this little girl now. Fatima is stunned to think of all that her daughter should be able to learn; she thought her daughter was “simple.”

And then, on the way back to Aningas, Fatima started asking questions about salvation! She asked if she had to forgive people that had hurt her before she could get saved. This started a conversation about the difference between God’s free gift and our works.

God is providing a doctor for Rayane and schooling. At the same time, He is showing Fatima that He is real and He cares for her. He is giving us a chance to tell Fatima about His salvation. And He is filling us with joy, just to think how faithful and true and wonderful He is.

Assassinations in the Streets

I sent out a Tweet, and posted on Facebook, on Friday, about six assassinations that occurred in a little over 2 hours. Here’s a little more information about that post:

One of the six killed was from Leningrado, which is a favela we frequent. He was stabbed and shot multiple times.

We went to talk to our kids, on Friday, but did not do a feeding in the favelas. The news on the street is not reliable, but there IS always a grain of truth going through all the possible exaggeration. Fact is, the kids are scared. The police are being provoked to respond to the following stimuli, and the street kids are scared about that response:

The bandidos have declared war on the Police. On Tuesday, two police officers were killed, and on Thursday one policeman’s house was assaulted and his wife and baby tied up.

A street bandido has sent the message that he’s going to kill every police officer. He’s responsible for assaults, drug trafficking and killings.

Also, I was told that government just closed the minor’s penitentiary in this state and the inmates are free. There is no jail for any minor. These kids know it and are bragging that no matter what they do, they can’t go to jail.

Again, we are not sure how these incidents fit together, but we do know that it affects the streets. It also affects us. It makes us increase our prayer for these souls. It reminds us of the urgency there is to tell them about the God that loves them and longs to rescue them and save them; each has a soul that is so precious to God. It also constrains us to beg for your prayer. Pray for the police here, for the bandidos, and for the street kids. Only God can save and free and change lives. Pray that He does.

He is real and He is here… what a joy!

The first week that we split into three groups, on Sunday night in Aningas, was chaotic. The littlest kids were frozen in place and didn’t answer Mark’s questions, Caroline finished her lesson in 5 minutes, and my class had a hour’s worth of questions!

But this Sunday was one I’ll never forget. We had just separated into our groups when a car drove up to the Galpão, with loud, blaring, obnoxious music. Then, the volume increased. Suddenly, it stopped and four young men came in. They sat down, so I handed them each a paper, with the lesson I had prepared, on it.

Thou God seest me” (Genesis 16:13) was across the top of the sheet in bold print. I had written some discussion questions about this verse and supplied the Bible references that answered the questions. One of the questions asked whether God sees more than just our actions. The scripture reference was: “Man looks on the outward, but God looks on the heart.” (1Samuel 16:7)

One of the men looked at me and said, “We came here to make trouble, but this verse is talking to me and I’m going to listen now.” The other three agreed, so we talked about how God knows our motives, our thoughts, and He still loves us. He loves these four men enough to turn their bad intentions into an opportunity to show them Who He is. The end of the verse, “Thou God sees me,” in Portuguese says roughly, “and can it be that I have seen the One Who see me?”

Then Nildete said, “But now you have to choose whether you’re going to accept Him or not.” Then Layane said, “You will choose. If you leave without accepting Him, it means you said ‘no’ to God.”

Then, Natalia said, “There’s a verse here that tells you how you can accept Him.” This segued right into the last verse on the page: “What must I do to be saved? Believe on The Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved.” (Acts 16:31)

Rodrigo, Anderson, Jeferson and Cleiton gave me a hug when they went out and said, “There’s no way we could touch this place. This is God.”

I love when He leads us. It’s so much joy, just knowing He’s real and He’s right here.

Don’t forget to pray for these four men. Cleiton is a crack addict.

An Answer to Prayer

I’ve been wondering these past two weeks: how am I going to find a neurologist to help Rayane? If you remember, my last post about Rayane’s case detailed my visit to the government facility, CRI.

Not wanting to wait for another month, for the chance at an appointment with a neurologist, I parked the car in Tirol–the private clinic neighborhood of Natal–and started going clinic to clinic, asking for help. At one clinic, I diverted my focus and made an appointment for Mark to have a check-up. Then, I continued on, and spent two rather discouraging days trying to find a caring sort, with no success.

Mark’s appointment came around this morning, and we went. We both immediately liked Doctor Madalena. So, because I can be a broken record when I get something on my mind, at the end of the appointment, I asked her for her help in finding a Doctor to help Rayane.
“Me!” she said “I’m the person you need. This is my passion and my volunteer work; I work with 50 autistic people. As a matter of fact, I just bought a large house, so I can take more people in.”

We have an appointment next Monday, Lord willing, for her to meet Rayane and review Rayane’s test results

Then, we left her office and I received a text message saying, “Just prayed for you to find a Doctor for Rayane.”

I’m not surprised, really I’m not. God never stops amazing me. But I am feeling thrilled and proud to be His and belong to His Family. And I do wish that every moment of my days was filled with this sense of His leadership and His Presence.

Please continue to pray. It really does work. Be encouraged in Him today.

A Prayer Request

Lord willing, we are breaking up into 3 classes in Aningas tonight!

Ages 7 and under: Mark
Ages 8-15: Caroline
Ages 16 and up: Lori
Please pray for this. Mark is solo in Portuguese, which he’s apprehensive about, and Caroline will have to prepare a message each week, which is a big responsibility.

My class will consist of the five girls that we do so much with, Joab, Nildete and Valda, all of whom profess to be saved! First, I’d like to hear their testimonies, again, and then, we should study Baptism.

This idea came from a family discussion this morning about how we could change Sunday nights’ content, making it better for the kids. It has started to feel stagnant and, if you’ve visited, you know that the littler kids wander around and distract the older kids and us!

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I’m excited about the change because I get to teach my favorite age group, Mark will be speaking on his own which will be great for him, and each child will get more attention.

Please pray for Sunday nights in Aningas.

Helpless

This morning, while it was still dark, I left the house to go to CRI and mark an appointment for Rayane from Aningas, with a neurologist. CRI is the Center of Children’s rehab.

Rayane has autism, but needs an official diagnosis so that she can go to school. She’s 7 years old. Her mom and I have been working on this for over two years.

CRI opens at 7:00 a.m., but I was told to get there by 5:00 a.m., because the line would be long. Even then, the line was so long, it snaked down the street. By 7:30, the line had not moved, but the sun was getting hot. Moms holding children, children in wheelchairs, children lying on the sidewalk, children screaming, all surrounded me.

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At 9:00 a.m., the local news arrived to document this horror. They were set up in time to hear that all 160 available spots for the month were taken and the rest of us needed to leave. One of the moms right in front of me started sobbing and she told me that her child’s case was urgent. She needs the neurologist to write a prescription for a medicine that stops her daughter’s bleeding through her nose and mouth.

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No one left, even after they heard no one else would be able to schedule an appointment. I stood there unable to process the consequences for these children, feeling so helpless and sad.

Seeing God at Work

Mark and I spent the morning with Cleide. Here she is in the doorway of the new Lar, which is almost ready for them to move in. They need to be ready on April 1st, as their present rent is up.

We pulled in and she came out very quickly. The stress of building four, quite large, buildings has driven her without end to her knees. Once more, we showed up just at the right time- an affirmation of God’s great care for her.

She woke feeling worried and read the following passage:

Don’t worry—I am with you. Don’t be afraid—I am your God. I will make you strong and help you. I will support you with my right hand that brings victory. (Isaiah 41:10 ERV)

She needed to rent metal supports for cement, but was without the funds. They cost 70 centavos (35 cents) per day and she needed 20 for 20 days. Without this rental, the workers would be at a standstill. The building team itself is a donation from a large construction company.

So, off we went to rent the supports. The rental came to R$280, and Mark and I had a total of R$250 (beyond the budgeted funds) in our pockets. The man said he would give us a discount and our total came to–R$250!

We then went to order eight interior doors for the first house. Until the other buildings are built, boys and girls will be living in the first house, so doors are a must.

The door in the photo below is the one VL bought. The middle section isn’t hung yet.

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What struck me–again!–so forcefully was her admission: “I have not bought a single thing for these four buildings. Not one nail! All the materials have been donated by people, companies, strangers who arrive here from Europe. I have no car, but all these materials come to me.”

This is God’s Work. And we get nervous and anxious all the time. But we do not need to be. So gently He reminds us of His Promises, through His Word; then He backs it up with His action. Cleide and Mark and I got to be there to see Him at work.

A New Library at Nova Aliança

Mark and I were at the rehab -Nova Aliança- yesterday. Here’s a photo of the brand new library, situated right next to the auditorium. This made my heart smile, when I saw it. All the books were donated, and are informative. No novels or God-books yet, but there were 2 boys there, reading articles on crack. I love that Murillo just never stops bettering the rehab. That’s God’s influence.

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