In August of 2010, we set out to put on a Youth Pastor's retreat for the first time in Nicaragua, in conjunction with the Centros de Fe fellowship in Masatepe, where Victor and Angela Benitez are pastors. We had worked on it for some months on the lead up, and this was FXMissions first official trip. We had ten team members from Mexico and the US, plus the guys on the ground. To know more about this trip, see Field Note Nicaragua. Continue reading “Central America 2012 Trip Summary”
America’s Future: Christ or Chaos
There is a chosen race. However, this race is not born of ethnicity or fleshly pride; its origin is heavenly. It is spiritual and its citizens come from every “tribe and tongue and people and nation” (Rev. 5:9). Individuals who have been purchased by the Lamb of God and are now united by His blood. Their homeland is Heaven, and in their love for each other, they display Christ as God's answer for ethnic strife and conflicts. Continue reading “America's Future: Christ or Chaos”
An Out-of-Building Experience
When I was in high school, I went on my first foreign mission trip. I was part of a small team from a local congregation in a really small town in Southeast Texas. We drove, what seemed like a very long time, from the lush forests of our region, thru prairie, coastal plains, and into what was scrubby desert-like country, that, like it's inhabitants, was hardened by difficulty. I had started kindergarten, and was about to finish high school, in the same little town we had left some hours before, so I was seeing so much for the first time. It was a lot to take in. Continue reading “An Out-of-Building Experience”
Detained on False Charges
I had a dream last night that I was being held in a foreign land on false charges.
I was innocent, and the person I was supposed to have wronged was even saying it wasn't true. Nonetheless, I could not move on until the trial was over, which was being done “community style”. The whole village turned up to vote on my innocence or guilt, and they would play the role of judge. My ally, who was testifying on my behalf got distracted and started talking about things unrelated to my case, something important to him, that was a total distraction and delay of the case at hand. This incensed me, and I exclaimed aloud in protest. He was well-meaning, just distracted. It looked like it would not be resolved quickly, as the day was ending and the community would have to be assembled again to hear more and decide my fate. Continue reading “Detained on False Charges”