Building!

The building process for the Children’s Home has started! I cannot believe I’m writing this. Thursday we met with an engineer and architect, and got a list of permits that are needed. And yesterday we paid for an official land topography survey, which is the first step in construction.
Like with everything else here, we are completely dependent on God to direct every part of this process, and thankful for His promise to do so.

God will make this happen, for He who calls you is faithful. (‭1 Thessalonians‬ ‭5‬:‭24‬ NLT)

Update

Thank you for your prayer yesterday. We waited to see if there were any warnings on the news, heard that things were under control, prayed and went out to Cambuim and Kilometer 6. All went well and we had a great day with the kids in both favelas. It’s always a thrill when they see us and start running alongside the truck.

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The situation here on the streets is being controlled by troops that were sent in yesterday, with more promised for today and tomorrow. Lord willing, we go out this afternoon to the 8 de Março and Leningrado favelas, with 500 more sandwiches, 60 liters of juice and the Word.

Here are some photos from yesterday. David and Hannah Prins are here. We are loving their company and are so thankful for the fellowship and the help.

 

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A Hug from Heaven

Yesterday was great. We get used to our trips out to the streets and sometimes it can just be a routine we go through. Yesterday God reminded us why we’re here.
We pulled up to our last stop and there was a crowd of kids. We handed out the sandwiches and the ice cold lemonade, along with the Word, greeting and chatting with them all. One of the boys grabbed me and said, “There’s two kids over there, but they’re too ashamed to come get food.” So, I grabbed some sandwiches and juice and went to them.

“You don’t have to be shy or ashamed,” I said. “This food is from God and there is plenty. Eat all you want.”
The two boys just stared at me for a bit. Finally, one said, “We’ve been out since early this morning and we haven’t eaten. We just said, “God, if You care, please send us some food.”
In one quick second, our focus got readjusted, our resolve was strengthened and we felt heaven’s arms embracing us and reassuring us. He is here. He is real. And He can use us in all our weakness.

… I am with you all the days (perpetually, uniformly, and on every occasion), to the [very] close and consummation of the age. Amen (so let it be). (‭Matthew‬ ‭28‬:‭20‬ AMP)

Patience

It’s been a difficult few months here. We are waiting to start building. We are waiting on our visas being renewed. Everything is taking so long. It sometimes seems like we are adrift and quite alone.

More than ever, we miss the fellowship and all the familiar faces and conveniences of home. So, we petitioned God for answers and help and direction. I found myself asking God to show me that He was still near.

I think perhaps that it is only in these uncertain, discouraging times that I truly seek God. What if these sleepless nights are what it takes to know He is near? What if, what I feel is a difficult time, is the means by which God helps me to let go of my ways, and adopt His Ways?

Monday morning, the director of the school in Aningas told me that she had written a petition, and the town people had signed it, telling the authorities about how much they wanted us to stay here, and asking the Federal Police to please renew our visas.
This morning, Valda’s husband Van told me how much Valda has changed since she got saved. He said that what she has is real!

If there are months that are hard, there are also reminders, just like these, of the real reason we are here.
Please continue to pray for us. Pray that God has His way with us, and it makes us more like the Lord Jesus Christ, and less like our same old selves.

But the fruit of the [Holy] Spirit [the work which His presence within accomplishes] is love, joy (gladness), peace, patience (an even temper, forbearance), kindness, goodness (benevolence), faithfulness (‭Galatians‬ ‭5‬:‭22‬ AMP)

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.

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.”

 

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!

Reflection: Elizabeth Robbins-Wright

I didn’t choose Brazil…I wasn’t looking for an opportunity to do missions work or to serve. I didn’t even know about the work Mark and Lori were doing in Brazil until about two weeks before I committed to going. God brought the opportunity right to me, and then, in amazing ways, He made every provision. God brought me here, and He brought me here for a reason.

My perception of what my time in Brazil would look like before I arrived was entirely one-dimensional.  I thought I would be a practical help in the work in feeding the hungry, distributing clothes and other necessities to the needy, and of course speaking of God’s love. I was entirely unprepared for the profound effect it would have on me…how completely I would fall in love with what God is doing here, how complete I would feel in fully surrendering to God using me to convey His love, and how thoroughly my life would be changed by it all.

When I try to convey what I experienced in Brazil and the profound effect it had on me, my words seem so terribly inadequate. This area of Brazil is like no place I have ever been. It is a land of breathtaking beauty and abhorrent squalor; towering and exorbitant residential skyscrapers and rudimentary mud huts. The types of needs vary so greatly and yet they are the same. From the gospel meetings in the poor village of Aningas, to providing medical care within the favelas, to feeding the homeless, to seeing drug addicts through rehab–the underlying need is the same. There is an exceedingly great need for hope and love; their need for a Savior.

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Showing God’s love and mercy to people who have lost all hope is a humbling and incredible feeling. To be God’s hands and feet took on a new meaning for me here in Brazil. It used to be about doing what God would want me to do. As I stepped back and humbled myself, God used me to do His will. It’s not really about what we do, but what God accomplishes through us–His love displayed. And there is no feeling like it, to be right where God wants you and to be used to proclaim Jesus’ love and mercy…to be used to bless others extravagantly.

“The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few; therefore pray earnestly to the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into his harvest”  (Matthew 9:37-8). 

 

Living in Safety

William was walking from school to the bus that he takes to go to the gym. The street was busy and plenty of people were around. But a man still came up to him, put a gun to his stomach and demanded his cell phone and his money. We were on the streets with sandwiches and the Word. Mark got a call from the school saying that William was in the office and he was OK. We talked to him and told him we’d be right there.

There we were, on the street. We just wanted to run to be with William. And the street kids asked us to pray with them. At that moment, I’m not sure that I was thinking clearly, but I’m thinking now about how we joined hands and stood in a circle and asked God to make Himself known to us. We asked for His care and His love and mercy to be shown to us and to our families.
I spent a few hours panicking inside, but now I’m telling God about how thankful I am for His care and His love and His mercy to William and Mark and Caroline and me.
Our lives are in His hands. I’m praying that He helps us to confidently trust Him with William’s safety and that He continually gives us His peace in our hearts. I need Him so much.

In peace I will both lie down and sleep, for You, Lord, alone make me dwell in safety and confident trust. (Psalm 4:8 AMP)

Christmas JOY

This morning, Mark and I were going over our schedule for the next 14 days, Lord willing, and I’m really excited. I’m starting to make lists of supplies we need, lists for food. Lists and lists…

Every Christmas we bring a turkey dinner to the Lar Bom Jesus. The 33 kids tell us what they want for Christmas dinner and we love to make this wish come true. We do the same for the rehab center, which is slightly more involved because there are 85 men in residence.

Then, we roll up our sleeves because we bring a hot meal to the Streets and in the favelas. Chopping and prep work starts and the huge pots of beans with meat cook all night on our stove. There will be two full days of delivering and serving feijoada and rice with farofa and juice to hundreds of people we love.

This year we have dedicated a whole day, Christmas Eve, to giving out Bibles. We’ve ordered thousands of Bibles and are really excited to be able to go to the streets, give out the Bibles, and tell about the best gift that was ever given.

The grand finale, on the 29th will be the festival in Aningas for the kids. We’re working on getting ice cream and popcorn to serve and the girls and Joab and Valda in Aningas are a huge help getting this organized. Our hope is that we make some more good contacts with new families that will come out on Sunday nights.

This is our Christmas here. It’s full of smiles and hugs. It’s filled with the knowledge that every single person that we meet and serve is loved by the Savior.

No matter how hungry they are, it’s not the food that they crave the most. It’s God’s love that we bring to them that they crave. So, we tell them about the Savior Who sent us to love them and tell them that He died to free them from their sin. And we offer them His free gift of salvation.

No matter how much work there is, it’s not this busyness that I crave, although I love it. It’s God’s Presence that I crave. Our joy is full when God completely takes over and fills our hearts with His love, and this love overflows to everyone we meet and serve. I expect Him to shine His light through us to the lost, this Christmas. For His Name’s sake. This is Christmas joy; His Presence with me.

These things I have spoken to you so that My joy may be in you, and that your joy may be made full. (John 15:11 NASB)