Another Chapter

So much has changed. And nothing has changed. It’s five years later. The work remains the same, but so many of the kids we loved are gone. Drug debts, fights, stabbings, and drive-by shootings killed them. That has not stopped new kids from taking their place on those same streets.

We were clueless when we started this work. But we learned quickly, about the tragic world of addiction. There is no happy ending for a drug addict living and working on the streets. We have taken well over 100 kids to the rehab, in Pium. Our firstborn son, in Christ, Clessio, was shot and killed, after two years clean. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time. His light for God shone so brightly, and we miss him so, but have the deepest joy knowing that we will see him in heaven. Three others are doing very well and give all the credit and glory to God. It’s a struggle with a very small percentage of success. But we still would have come, even for one soul. Because Jesus died for that soul and longs to set it free. Each soul is priceless.

We are on the streets every week still, with sandwiches, juice and The Word. We started to be invited into the favelas, and so, now we also bring first aid and food into several different favelas, in Natal. We still work with Murilo, at the Communidade Nova Aliança, a rehab center, in Pium. We also continue to help Cleide, at Lar Bom Jesus, which is in Pium now. And we still work in Aningas, in Cearà-Mirim every week.

Now, we are looking forward to the opportunity to build a children’s home and community center, in Santa Fé, Aningas, on that piece of land we purchased a few years ago. We believe that a healthy future for Northeast Brazil lies in a serious investment in its children. First of all, they need to be taught about the Savior that loves them and died for them. They need to learn about the Biblical truths and values that will change their lives.They need to be educated about the horrors of drug addiction, certainly. And they need to be given a healthy, happy alternative. They need help with their schooling. They need creative outlets such as music and crafts. They need to learn about the importance of their community and government. It is our desire to be a help and a blessing to this part of the world that we have come to love.

The Mayor

Ceará-Mirim is the main city about 40 minutes from Aningas. Mayor Peixoto welcomed us to his home this morning and spent some time talking about our work in Aningas. 


He asked if he could be a help to us, so we asked him to help us get the city’s approval, register Vá Livre in Ceará-Mirim, and give us an operating ID number, as a non profit here in Brazil. 


He told us he is traveling tomorrow and Wednesday, but told us we could arrange to go back on Thursday, if his schedule permits. He will call the official responsible for this work, so that he can be there, with his stamp and signature. With this approval, we then take the signed paperwork to a cartório, or records office, to register the Vá Livre foundation. Next, we take all of this to one of the city’s accountants, who will take the paperwork and generate an operating number. With this operating number, we can start to build. 
Mayor Peixoto also offered to show the construction plans, that Daniel Valvano did for us, to the city’s engineers. Hopefully, they can stamp the plans, approving them and making them certified to use, here in Brazil. This would save a lot of money. (Something else for prayer!)


I hesitate to say that this can be done in the coming week or so, because living in Brazil can be like living a good news/bad news roller coaster. But, I will tell you this: today Mark and I felt real hope. And just a little excited! More than that, and far more significant, we felt that God arranged this. Really. The mayor? Out of the blue? Serving The Lord certainly brings us to places we’ve never been before!


Lean on, trust in, and be confident in the Lord with all your heart and mind and do not rely on your own insight or understanding. In all your ways know, recognize, and acknowledge Him, and He will direct and make straight and plain your paths. (‭Proverbs‬ ‭3‬:‭5-6‬ AMP)

Meeting with the Mayor!

Tonight we had just finished up the adult Sunday School class in Aningas, and started getting things together for the kids, when Nildete said, “The mayor wants to see you tomorrow morning at his house.”
“Huh? What?!”

“He sent a message. He’d like you to be at his house at 8:00 a.m. He wants to talk to you about the building project in Aningas!”

We know you’ve been praying; we have felt God’s Presence and His peace with us. Please ask God to give us His Words, when we talk to Mayor Peixoto, tomorrow morning. Pray that he helps us get this final approval to build. Please keep praying that God works in Aningas, for His glory, and the community’s blessing. 

Unless the LORD builds a house, the work of the builders is wasted. Unless the LORD protects a city, guarding it with sentries will do no good. (‭Psalms‬ ‭127‬:‭1‬ NLT)

Urgent Prayer Request

We are in the middle of a spiritual battle. First, we heard that there may be problems with our visa renewal. Then, Aningas is under attack and our work as well.
Next week we are supposed to go to Ceara-Mirim to talk to the different political offices there, bringing our written applications for building in Aningas.
Satan does not want us building a home. Satan does not want the gospel preached in Aningas. He hates us. He hates the Truth.
We console ourselves with the experience that has taught us: the conflicts/battles are bigger when God’s plans are bigger!
Yesterday, we went to pray with Cleide. We prayed together for three hours and it felt like 15 minutes. My face was covered in tears and worse…so, I asked her for a Kleenex. She went outside her little room and came back with a small red towel. She looked at it and burst into tears and yelled, “Hallelujah!”
Embroidered on the towel was-

I have heard your prayer and I have seen your tears. Isaiah 38:5

Needless to say, peace filled me and I blew many kisses to heaven. God knows and He is SOVEREIGN!

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Renato

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The stories, sometimes, are sad ones. Stories of men who have come hoping for freedom, praying for strength, that leave and fall back into drugs and drink and life on the street. Those stories can pile up and make us wonder if there’s any hope for any of them and then along comes a Clessio.

And our eyes are opened again to the greatness of our God and the wonder of a life completely transformed by the Gospel of Grace. When he’s taken home to heaven, we think too early, but we do not know the end from the beginning. So we wait again, lead these broken men to the door of the rehab and pray long and hard that they will make it.

And Renato does.

We visit him at work. He’s smiling when he sees us, genuine joy as he watches us make our way across the street to the shop. He’s wearing a bright orange shirt and he shyly shows off his sweet smile, teeth all fixed after his visit to the dentist.

When Lori took him, he sat outside in the waiting room with Stephanie. A little girl, bored and waiting too, started pestering, asking questions:

“Why are you here?”

“To get my teeth fixed.”

“Who brought you?”

“My mom.”

He’s 25, an addict with teeth rotted from crack, and the people that love him, the lady who brought him to the dentist, he calls her mom because that’s who she is to him.

Renato works for a christian family who owns a clothing and accessories store. Taking care of the pet store, complete with guinea pig and dog food, was Renato’s first job. They closed the pet store, expanded the other half of their business, and decided to keep Renato on. He’s a hard worker and they want to help him as he puts his life back together. Having a boss who lives for Christ keeps him accountable. It means he’s got someone there who can help, can keep an eye on him– someone who doesn’t mind seeing Renato’s bible sitting on the counter where he reads when business is slow.

 

He stands under bags and shirts hanging for sale in front of the store and talks to us about his struggle to get to this point in the war against his addictions.

What can he do now? How can it be more than just a constant struggle on his own?

He’s not alone and it’s not just him– he’s got a family, he’s got a Savior who will never leave him or forsake him. And there’s a lot of other men struggling right beside him.

 

Do you think you can be a help?

He looks at us and nods. Yes. “I can, I can help. I can give them the Word.”

The Word that is life. That can cure. That’s real victory. No one’s telling them it’ll be easy. This isn’t a one and done, come and go and your cured. It’ll be an all your life, all the time kind of battle, but isn’t that the flesh? We all fight. Only Christ wins.

Renato says it plain: “The first time you come you’re not going to want it. You have to want it. Not for your family, but for yourself. You have to really want it. Not to show anyone else.”

And there we are, all of us sinners, tripping and falling so long on how to get past the loving our sin, trying so hard to live Christian-like without the Light and it never works. We have to really want it, His free gift, or we’ll never get it.

Renato smiles again, peaceful. This crack-addicted, shell of man has been set free.

And he knows this: “It wasn’t by my own strength, it was from Him.”

For by grace.

 

A Shell with a Heart

I am concerned when I get caught up in the activities of God’s work here. I’ve learned that any activity for God has to be a byproduct of the transformation that is taking place in my heart, otherwise it becomes as mundane as any other activity–no different from going to work every day.

What God requires from me is, basically, a shell with a heart, meaning that there can be nothing left of me. To think that I can contribute to the Work renders me useless. Once God has emptied me of me, He can fill that shell with Himself. Once filled with Him, I begin to see that everything is His doing and I’m just a spectator.

My heart needs to be made willing to empty itself of me and be filled with Him. Then, I am effective for God. He doesn’t need me to do His Work, but He allows me to be a part of His Work here, so that He can prepare my heart.

God will go to great lengths to produce an undivided heart. God’s calling me to Brazil is evidence of just how far He has gone to win my heart. Everything in me longs for an undivided heart, at the same time as everything in me fights against it. This is a painful process that I’ve been struggling with, but a very necessary one, because I crave the end result: a heart that abides in Him and a life that yields fruit and is filled with His joy.

“I am the Vine; you are the branches. Whoever lives in Me and I in him bears much (abundant) fruit. However, apart from Me [cut off from vital union with me] you can do nothing. When you bear (produce) much fruit, My Father is honored and glorified, and you show and prove yourselves to be true followers of Mine. I have told you these things, that My joy may be in you, and that your joy and gladness may be of full measure and complete and overflowing” (John 15: 5,8,11 AMP). 

 

Designing an Orphanage

As papers are translated and lawyers review documents, we are getting closer to the day when we can actually start building! While there are still many things that need to be worked out, these details are all in His hands. In the meantime, we’re excited to share a bit about how things have been progressing.

In December of last year, Dan Valvano from Livingston, NJ, visited us to help Mark draw up the architectural plans for the orphanage. We asked him to jot down some impressions, reasons for visiting, and goals he kept in mind while working on this project.

Why visit?

I visited Brazil hoping to both see and help the ongoing work there. I wanted to familiarize myself with the area and hopefully get a better understanding of the needs and lifestyles of the people as well as the land, construction methods, and climate of the surrounding area.

Why the orphanage?

I chose the orphanage as my thesis project because I knew I could use what I had learned in school to help the ongoing work. I also wanted to be a part of a real project and a project that I could continue to help develop after I graduated.

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What struck you most while in Brazil?

When I was there the willingness for people to listen and learn, and the reception of gifts was amazing. I had never seen so many people so willing to listen and receive.

Priorities in planning?

As far as the project goes, there were a few main priorities when coming up with the idea for the design. Keeping it simple and easy to build at low cost was definitely a factor. I wanted to use the local materials and surrounding environment in the design. For example, the wind in Aningas blows at a constant 19 mph average, year round. Given the area is very hot, it makes sense to orient the buildings in specific ways to help optimize the wind for natural cooling of the buildings, while also orienting them in a way to help protect them from the sun.

Finally, I wanted to make sure I continued to listen to advice from Mark and Lori since they live there, know the area, and have seen other buildings like this.

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How was your choice of project supported at home?

Back home I got a lot of support from my family for picking this thesis project, but it was not understood the same way at school. I got a lot of scrutiny about my thesis project from both the teachers and other students. They did not understand the project, could not see why I wanted to do a project that had boundaries, and were not sure if I could design a project thousands of miles away. Many of my friends and other students, to this day, still say I “took the easy way out” by doing a simplistic design, but I don’t see it like that. I simply tell them I designed the best solution for the needs in the area, being simple, inexpensive, and having boundaries just happened to be some of the needs.

 

Reflection- Anna Vallance

I truly can’t thank Mark and Lori enough for all that they taught me during the time I was in Brazil. Both what I saw in Brazil and what the Lord taught me through their lives has left a permanent impression on my heart.

Christ told His disciples, “Go into the world. Go everywhere and announce the Message of God’s good news to one and all.” I’ve never had any trouble believing that this commission applies to the Lord’s work in foreign countries. Clearly, when the Lord Jesus said, “the world,” He was talking about the far-flung corners of the planet. But what about the United States of America? What about my own state, or better yet, my own town? It’s clear that this commission applies to missionaries, the “Lord’s workers,” as we call them. But what about me? Does God also expect this of me? It took a trip to one of those distant countries (Brazil) for me to realize that this commission is just as valid for an everyday Christian in the United States of America.

I’ll never forget my first trip as a believer, to Brazil. Never before have I encountered a people so obviously in need of the gospel. The people of that country are addicted, abused, battered, and starving–everything about them cries out for the liberating message of Jesus Christ. I’ll never forget the thrill of putting God’s word into their hands. I felt like shouting, “Here is a message that can set your soul free!” The joy of sharing the gospel with lost souls was indelibly fixed upon my heart on that trip. The stark condition of the people in Brazil was a dramatic backdrop on which God demonstrated to me the power of His gospel. I was impressed at its power to radically transform lives when I met several guys in the rehab whom I had met a year ago on the streets. They had professed to be saved and the difference between who they were now and who they had been on the streets was truly astounding.

When I returned home, it was with a new, keen awareness that every person I encounter is a soul, a soul that God loves and desperately desires to save. God began burdening my heart for my community. I began to pray that God would use me to reach out to those around me. I had no “expertise” in spreading the gospel and, having been saved later in life, I had limited knowledge of the scriptures. I’ve never been particularly gifted or courageous. But, there was a truth in which I firmly believed: God wants the gospel of His Son to be spread and if I make myself available He can and will use me. As I was recently reminded at a missionary conference, didn’t Christ say to His disciples, “I will make you fishers of men.”

But how to spread the gospel? It is to my shame that I was completely at a loss as to how to reach out to those around me with the good news. My mother (equally burdened) and I began praying for wisdom. We had no clue. We asked other Christians and searched the scriptures to try to find the answer: how can we be missionaries here, in and around the town in which we live? Certainly souls all around the world are in need of the gospel. But how often we forget that “the world” includes the United States as well. I remembered Mark and Lori giving tracts to each person they encountered in their day (cashiers, gas attendants, waiters, etc.). It was with much fear and trepidation that I began to do so at home; how worth it to know that each soul was receiving the Words of Life!

God began to show us different ways that He could use us to reach others with the gospel. We were (and in many ways still are) bumbling idiots. But we were available. And God used us. Let’s make sure we get the emphasis right: it’s not that God used us, it’s that God used us. God has also been working in the lives of other believers in our assembly and, with them, we have seen the Lord open up various opportunities for the gospel. God has taught us how absolutely desperate our fellow Americans are for the gospel. They always have been, I suppose, but I wasn’t paying attention. Some of the people God has brought into our lives have stories that are reminiscent of Brazil: the Muslim woman who fled Guinea to escape her abusive husband, the divorced mother who came to our town to flee her legalistic family and alcoholism, and the woman who is on dialysis because cancer took out her kidneys. Others lead more “normal” lives, but the need for their souls to be saved is still there.

I’ll never forget Lori reminding me of this simple truth: “God is God. I am not God.” What a relief. I remember her telling me how God wants us to be weak and helpless so that He can work through us. If we have no strength of our own, God gets all the glory! It’s really all about Him: it begins with Him, is empowered through Him, and is finished by Him. It’s His work. God gave us a burden for the souls around us and we made ourselves available. That’s all we did. It has involved sacrifice, but isn’t it worth it if even one soul is saved? In one year, God has opened several homes in our town. An ESL class is now being held weekly at our hall. A summer Bible camp was held at our home this summer and our assembly is praying about gospel meetings in our town in the fall. God is working. I pray that one day He will establish an assembly here. He is more than able.

In 1 Timothy 2, Paul says (of God), “He wants not only us, but everyone saved… everyone to get to know the truth we’ve learned: that there’s one God and only one, and one Priest-Mediator between God and us—Jesus, who offered himself in exchange for everyone held captive by sin, to set them all free.” Christ has died for us. The Almighty Creator has shed His blood that we might be reconciled to Him, that we might become His children. What incredible news! Who are we not to share this with others? Are we not obligated, like Paul was (Romans 1:15), to share the good news with those around us?

In 2 Corinthians 5:15, Paul says of Christ, “He died for all, that those who live might no longer live for themselves but for Him who for their sake died and was raised.” Every soul has an eternal destination: heaven or hell. God wants every single one to be saved, those in Brazil and those in the United States of America. Can I challenge you to begin praying for your community and to begin asking God how He can use you to share the gospel with others? It doesn’t matter if you aren’t an expert. It doesn’t matter if you are afraid. As long as you are available, as long as you are willing, and as long as you are ready to obey, God can use you. Don’t believe people when they tell you that Americans don’t want the gospel. Is God not able to break down even the greatest barrier? Look at the work that is being done in Brazil and ask God to show you how you can “do this at home.”

 

Carnival

Think Mardi Gras times ten. Or maybe times fifty. That’s what Carnaval is to Brazil. The police turn a “blind eye” to all sorts of illegal activities, and there is partying in the streets for days.

So, on Friday we picked up the teens in Aningas and brought them to our house for a kind of a Carnaval Retreat, or a time to spend together.

A trip to the grocery store to get all sorts of snacks and goodies was an adventure. We entered the store and the lines to check out went down every single grocery aisle. Apparently, the store wasn’t going to be open the following day. We quickly split up into groups, and smart Layane immediately positioned herself in a line for us. Even for here, where chaos is commonplace, this was crazy! In my mind (I used to work in grocery stores) I was muttering and organizing the whole operation, opening additional checkouts, and moving people to one side of the aisles so others could get by without doing the limbo. After several hours, we headed home with food and snacks to get us through the next five days.

We had a fun time and we had a good devotional time together, too. They talked about wanting to serve God. They talked about how they love to come out on the streets and into the favelas with us. And I realized how good God is to us. I thought about the years at home teaching Sunday School and our times on Sunday nights with the teens. I remember feeling sad that those amazing times were ending and  those particular kids had grown up. But just look at what God has given us here! More precious teens (my favorite age even!) to love and cherish, and lambs to feed, with His help. Once again, I am struck by how God uses everything in our life, and brings it around to good for His glory. Yes!

Turns out, it was also good to get my mind off of the day-to-day struggles, pull back, and appreciate how much God has done. God is really working in lives. We lose sight of this a lot here, because we get so focused on the despair and poverty and all the things we are powerless to change. But then, we are forced to slow down. Sometimes, it’s because the truck dies. Or, the country is on a wild five day spree of sin. But the result is the same: we pull back and look at what God HAS done. And this really is cause for celebration!

 Yes, they shall sing of the ways of the Lord and joyfully celebrate His mighty acts, for great is the glory of the Lord. (Psalm 138:5 AMP)

Get in Line!

Get in Line.

If only it were a simple click. A four digit pin. A password and a thank you for payment on the screen. No, in Brazil, paying a bill is a treat. To buy something simple, say some craft supplies for a project with the kids in Aningas, takes a minimum of five sales professionals to escort you safely through the process of choosing, securing, recounting, paying for, and getting your items wrapped and ready to take out the door. Pull up a chair, this will take a while.

They have this method that North American stores should consider adopting. Pay close attention: the pre-payment receipt. Once you’ve picked out said art supplies, they are carefully checked, gone over, counted and entered into the computer. Once that’s done a paper receipt is printed. But you still haven’t paid. No fear. That’s still to come.

You’re now authorized to take those items and head to the actual register. Here the items will be recounted and checked against your paper receipt. There they will be reentered into the computer, this time with prices, and tallied for your total. Now you can pay.

While you pay, salesperson number five (perhaps six, depending on the quantity of your items) is now checking those against your receipt and carefully wrapping each item to put into bags for convenient handling.

Now you have a final receipt to take with you for your personal records. Don’t worry, shredding not necessary–the ink will fade within six months of purchase, for your financial security.

Checking out at the grocery store is a treat too. Employers are thoughtful, and go so far as to provide seating for their employees at each register. This gives everything a more relaxed, slow-paced feel which is good for morale. And if you’re a bagger, feel free to take a break in the middle of an order. Walk around, shake some hands. Come back when you feel rested and ready to continue. We’ll wait.

Despite these pleasant day to day routines, the most progressive, the most time-saving is the door to door service offered by the alarm company, the internet supplier, the power company, etc. And by door to door, we mean your personal opportunity to meet each supplier, shake their hand, check out their office, and hand them the bill in person. None of this over the phone, online, mail-in nonsense. How impersonal.

To pay your monthly phone bill, pull up to the shop where you bought your phone and hop in line. It helps if you’re over sixty, or at least if you look over sixty. The “older and wiser” skip right up to the front. For the rest of us, it’s a great opportunity to meet new people. At said store, the store-keepers will present you with a bill. Don’t pay it here, that would deny you the chance for more mingling. Get back in your car, a quick jaunt across the city to the bank that handles such transactions, and lucky you, another line for meeting neighbors. If it’s a busy time, which is usually is, you’ll get to mingle here for quite some time before you get to the front. And be sure to thank them for their exceptional service!

Happy shopping! And bill-paying!