Tag Archive - Travel Notes

7 Things I Learned Last Week

I love traveling! Last week I had the opportunity to go to Columbia, MD for a week of training for my job. Katie’s brother lives nearby so we got to spend the evenings and weekend together.

If you remember the last time I went to a training, I came back with 5 lessons learned. This time I added 2 more and a special bonus announcement that I’m sure will make you do a Michael Jackson leg kick.

1. Training Is A Lot Less Boring When It’s Interactive

I manage a technical helpdesk for ADT. My department supports IP-based (network) equipment remotely. It’s all very new to the retail world so I’m constantly learning new technologies and how to support them. That means I do training…a LOT.

Many times while sitting there listening to someone lecture for hours on the intricacies of hardware of software, I check out pretty quickly. This trainer finally got it right. It was the perfect mix of about 40/60 lecture to hands on.

I mean, I even stayed awake after lunch! This guy deserves a medal or a trophy…or maybe a pizza trophy. Continue Reading…

Reflections on Brazil (Pt.4)

On our last day in Brazil, I honestly couldn’t imagine it getting any better…but it did. I’m not exactly sure what happened in the morning session on Friday. The only way I can really explain it, is a Holy Spirit nuclear bomb that was dropped in the middle of our meeting.

The hunger in everyone was palpable as we got started with the meeting. Ryan grabbed the mic and opened up in prayer. He invited everyone to the front and told them to position their hearts to receive from the Lord. That just set off an explosion that lasted for the next 4 hours.

I felt the glory of the Lord descend upon us as we sang out and danced before Him. I’ve never experienced anything like it. It was literally the weighty presence of God that filled the entire room.

The glory fell during worship

The glory fell during worship

As worship was winding down, a guy went up to the front and brought a word that he felt he needed to share. He is originally from England and living as a missionary in Brazil. He was sharing about the story in Luke of the woman with the issue of blood for 12 years. He started sharing about how some of the most significant moves of God in Brazil started happening about 12 years ago. He talked about how the church in the US and England sent some of the first missionaries to evangelize Brazil.

He began to relate the US and England to the woman with the issue of blood. For the past 12 years, these countries have been bleeding spiritually. They have been in need of healing. During this time, the church of Brazil has been maturing. They have been growing through these years and they carry the fire and power of God. He said that God is positioning them to be released as missionaries back to these two countries to bring healing.

Darren went up to represent the US and this guy was representing England. They called up another guy from the front to represent Brazil. It was a prophetic handing of the baton to release Brazil to the nations. It was an incredible moment.

Released to the nations

Released to the nations

As all of this is going on, I am grabbed and asked to come pray for someone. As I walked back to the corner of the stage off to the side I see a woman bent over and weeping. They explain to me that after the word that was just shared, she began to weep with conviction because she hates the United States. Um, wow. My eyes get wide and I say to myself, “Help me, Jesus.”

They begin to share the story of how a few years ago she sent her sister to the US to pursue a better life. Her sister had a terrible experience with the people of the US and she ended up having to work very hard just to make ends meet. After a period of time, she ended up dying while working at one of her jobs. This left her with extreme anger and resentment towards the people and country.

I come close to her and put my hand on her shoulder and immediately I feel the pain that she is carrying. As soon as I touched her I began to weep. I just began to ask God for mercy. I had no idea what to say.

Next thing I know, I begin praying for her. I started by saying, “I repent on behalf of my country for all the things that happened to your sister. I repent for all the people that treated her badly and for her death.” I just went on praying for a release of the burden that she was carrying and that God would give her the grace to forgive and release all that she had in her heart.

After I finished praying she looked up and wrapped her arms around me. She cried on my shoulder for the next few minutes and I cried with her. When she pulled away, she said, “I forgive the United States. I release those that have wronged my sister and anyone responsible for her death. I now want to go to the United States to bring the love that God has put in my heart.”

It was such an intense experience. I walked back to my chair in a daze. All the while, everything is still happening on stage. Everyone is praying and interceeding about being sent to the nations. It is hard to fully capture the weight of the moment.

Transitioning into teaching

Transitioning into teaching

It was pretty difficult to transition out of the moment and get into the teaching. As they clear the stage and everyone is heading back to their seats, Ricardo says “Do you smell that?” Immediately you see everyone’s eyes light up. Now I’m not exaggerating here. If you know me at all, that’s not my thing. But as clear as day, I could smell the fragrance of wine. One by one, people started saying, “Yes, I can smell it!” It was the craziest thing but I could distinctly smell wine. There was no wine at all on the campus!

Just when we thought things had reached a pinnacle, it got even more intense. Darren brought a powerful message on relationships. First he addressed the men. He prefaced his message by saying that he was bringing this word in extreme humility but that he felt it was necessary to address some cultural issues.

He first addressed the role of men. He exhorted them to take their place first in the home before they desired to lead as ministers. He said that there is a huge discrepancy in the homes and that it is the responsibility of the men to love and honor their wives and to raise their children up with love and not a heavy hand.

Then he moved to speak to the women. He began to address the spirit of promiscuity that runs rampant in the Brazilian culture. He began to speak the value and worth over the women. He told them that they didn’t need to control or manipulate with seduction. As he spoke, women began to weep. He continued to tell the single women that God knows their value and will provide for them. He encouraged them to respect themselves and walk with honor and dignity. It definitely struck a chord. From there we went into a time of ministry for the women.

One of the mothers in faith took the microphone and began to sing prophetic songs over the women. She walked through the crowd and began to wrap her arms around women and sing songs over them as they cried in her arms. It was one of the most amazing things I have ever seen. That morning session was definitely the most spectacular outpouring of God’s glory I’ve ever experienced.

The Last Hurrah

We came back later that evening for another great time of worship and the word. This session was bigger because it was opened up to another 150 visitors that weren’t part of the school. It was another wonderful time of worship and the word but it was what happened at the end which was the most fun.

At the end of the preaching, we decided to do a Fire Tunnel. A fire tunnel is basically where people line up on either side forming a tunnel for people to walk through. As you walk through the tunnel, each person spends a minute or two laying hands and praying for you. We’ve done these a couple of times at my church and it is powerful. However, this is by far the largest one I’ve ever seen! It was 500 people deep!

As people walked through, you could see them receiving and getting touched by God. Again, I’ve never seen anything like it! It was a glorious ending to an incredible couple of days!

500 deep in the fire tunnel!

500 deep in the fire tunnel!

I hope you’ve enjoyed reading about this trip as much as I’ve enjoyed sharing about it. It’s stirred my heart all over again as I’ve been able to recount the experiences on this trip. It has marked me and I know I will never be the same.

Thank you all for your encouraging words and support!

Reflections on Brazil (Pt.3)

After leaving our friends Junior & Stephanie, we were taken to a school called “Escola do Clamor”. It is run by our friend Ricardo. It is a 3-week intensive ministry school. Every weekday there are 3 sessions with teaching and worship. There are outreaches on Saturdays and they have a day off on Sunday.

We arrived Tuesday evening and worship was already in full swing. It was powerful! There was a group of guys dancing together and they were about to start a conga line. Ryan’s eyes lit up and said, “I’m getting in on that!”

Ryan

Ryan didn't waste any time.

The worship was in Portuguese but they did a lot of English songs that we recognized. They sang some Jesus Culture songs, songs from worship leaders at IHOP and they played “How He Loves”. The band was incredible. What absolutely blew my mind was the drummer. At one point I said, “Whoa, is he playing double bass in worship??” The entire band was extremely talented and anointed. It was awesome!

Escola do Clamor

Escola do Clamor

Darren brought a powerful message about the household of God. He talked about how before we can bring the kingdom of heaven to earth, we have to start with brining that atmosphere into our homes. At the end of the message, he felt moved to call up all the songwriters. He called them up to the front and prayed for a release of creativity and originality over the worship leaders being raised up in Brazil. I couldn’t believe how many people went up for prayer.

As I was watching and observing the love and passion I saw in the people, the word that was coming to me was “permission”. I felt like they carried the power and fire of God, they just needed permission to operate in it. As the days went on, I came to see how true that word was.

Passion

Passion

Teaching Time

Ricardo told us that we were more than welcome to teach at one of the sessions during the days we were there. Both Ryan and I jumped at the opportunity. On Wednesday, Ryan was up first.

Sonship and identity is something so core to our community so before he started his teaching, he laid a foundation about our sonship in the kingdom. The focus of his teaching, though, was our calling as a Prophetic Generation. He talked about how we can all hear from God and as sons and daughters, we are empowered to call out the greatness in each other.

Ryan teaching about a prophetic generation

Ryan teaching about a prophetic generation

After his message, he asked everyone to stand up and began to walk them through an exercise. He said that we were all going to prophesy. He had people pair up guys with guys and girls with girls. Immediately you saw people grab the person next to them and hug them. Then he said, “I want you to get with someone that you don’t know.” Immediately everyone groaned. This wasn’t going to be as easy as they thought.

He prayed that the spirit of prophesy would be released and told everyone to pray to hear from God and then begin to prophesy. Immediately the place exploded. A few minutes later, it appeared that they were all still praying. I went up to Ryan and encouraged him to tell them to stop praying and ask for a “specific” word to give to the person they were with.

Prophesying

Prophesying

Once they finished, Ricardo asked if anyone felt that they got a specific word from the Lord for the other person. Tons of hands went up so we invited people to come up for testimonies.

One by one I saw that awe and wonder on each face. They all kept saying the same thing. “I had no idea God could speak through me. The word I gave to the other person just confirmed something that they were already praying about.”

I take it for granted that my church community exercises this gift regularly. Not just leadership but the whole community. I found out that most of the students believed that the anointing of God is strictly reserved for pastors. They didn’t realize that God could speak to them too.

One testimony blew me away. A woman came to the mic weeping. She said the person she was with said “The Lord is saying that He is bringing restoration to your family.” She began to testify that she was there with her husband in hopes that God would speak to them and save their marriage. They were going through a very difficult time before the school. Over the course of the weeks, God was moving powerfully in both of them and that word just confirmed that God was bringing restoration.

Testifying about her prophetic word

Testifying about her prophetic word

It was beautiful to see the entire school empowered to operate in the giftings that were within each of them. The prophetic was released to bring encouragement and call out the greatness in each other. Like I said before, they just needed permission.

Thursday was my opportunity to teach. If you read this blog, you KNOW what I taught on. My focus was how fear tries to prevent you from walking fulling in your identity. I identified 3 things that we can confuse with our identity (Giftings, Environment, Sin). Then I taught about the spirit of power, love and self-control. I studied it out even more when I got home and I’ll be posting about it later this week.

Teaching on identity

Teaching on identity

There were about 350 students at the school. That was by far the largest group of people I’ve ever spoken in front of. The first minute or two my heart was pounding but then I settled in and it just flowed. The students were so hungry that I had their attention locked the entire time. It was so exciting to share!

Here’s a little clip of the teaching. I hope you enjoy!

Stay tuned tomorrow for the last entry in my reflections on Brazil!

Reflections on Brazil (Pt.2)

The day after my near-death experience and the sunburn from hades, we took a day of recuperation. I think I took 3 naps on Monday. It was glorious!

In the afternoon, Junior took us to a little hole in the wall restaurant near his house. He said the food was cheap and fresh. They actually grow the vegetables out in the back. They literally pull them out of the ground, wash them off, cut them up and throw them on a plate. It doesn’t get any more fresh than that!

Yummy!

Yummy!

I counted a total of 16 plates brought out for the 4 of us! It was incredible! And yeah, you see us feeding that Guaraná addiction.

In the evening, Junior’s brother and wife came over to the house. We had another evening of feasting. We grilled chicken and steaks out in the back of the house and talked late into the night. We were really being spoiled!

On Tuesday, we went into the city of Belo Horizonte. We drove up to Pope’s Plaza and took some pictures. It is a gorgeous view overlooking the city.

Praca do Papa (Pope's Plaza)

Praca do Papa (Pope's Plaza)

Basking in His presence

Basking in His presence

Contrast of Worlds

Up on the hill overlooking the city, we were surrounded by million dollar homes. The streets were well kept and the grass and trees were lush and beautiful. However, from that same hill, if you look just a little further you will see the favelas of Papagio. This was our next destination.

Junior and Stephanie have a ministry called The Lighthouse. They reach out to the children in favelas (slums) of the city. We went out to visit the Lighthouse they have in Papagaio.

The Favela

The Favela

As we pull up, you can see the stark contrast from the beautiful homes to the slums. They are literally right next to each other. Only, those that live in the slums are invisible. The news doesn’t report on what happens in there. Police rarely come in. They are a city to themselves. No one really cares.

As soon as we pull up, Stephanie sees some of the kids she knows. They call to her and her face lights up. She was born for this. I literally see her come alive as she runs to the kids and loves on them. They are like magnets and they cling to her. They know she is the real deal.

One of the little girls invites us to her house. We all walk up the steps and squeeze into the tiny home. There are two rooms which are not even the size of my bedroom. There is one small bunk bed. I find out after we leave that 6 people live there.

We spend a few minutes talking and then we pray for them. Both parents are alcoholics but the mother just recently accepted Jesus. Stephanie says she has already seen a significant improvement since she first met her. But this isn’t overnight transformation, their ministry is the long, hard grind.

Praying For A Family

Praying For A Family

As we walk the streets headed to the Lighthouse, two little boys call out Stephanie’s name. These kids love her.

The favela is extremely dangerous. Drug dealers run the entire slum. But they know Junior and Stephanie and they are well respected. They know that they are sincere and care about the kids. They’ve been there for 8 years. The drug dealers figure they are either the real deal or they are crazy. I guess they don’t see either one as a threat.

Favela Boys

Favela Boys

We arrive and get the tour of the Lighthouse. While the outside isn’t much to look at, they did a great job renovating the interior.  They have tile floors and a beautiful kitchen. There are classrooms and a computer.

They teach the kids a trade. It is almost impossible for the people in the favela to get out. It is a vicious cycle of dysfunction that almost no one can break away from. Their ministry hopes to provide them with practical life skills to use outside of the slum.

They teach the children proper Portuguese, they learn a trade and responsibility, they are fed and they receive the love of Jesus. It is an amazing ministry.

@ the Lighthouse

@ the Lighthouse

There are 45,000 people that live in Papagaio. The Lighthouse reaches about 15-20 kids at a time. But as God transforms their lives, I believe it will be like a chain reaction.

Papagaio

Papagaio

As these kids learn their identity and see that there is more to life than sniffing glue and worshiping the drug dealers that rule their slum, God will raise up a Generation of Jacob.

Brazil In Pictures

Here’s a little slideshow I put together with some of the pictures I took in Brazil. Stay tuned over the next few days for stories from the trip. Until then…enjoy!

You can watch it full screen but they got kinda pixelated since I made it a video.

If you enjoy the music in the background, the song is called “Here We Are” which is the title track on the newly released album by Harbour Live (my home church). You can listen to the whole album for free here.

I’m Leaving On A Jet Plane…

That’s right folks (oh no, did I just say “folks”?) I’m hopping on a plane bright and shiny tomorrow morning. I’m headed off to Belo Horizonte, Brazil and contrary to popular belief, I am not going for Carnaval.

It’s been a crazy story and I haven’t even left yet! I almost didn’t even get to go because of a visa issue. You know when you get crazy opposition like this, God is getting ready to do something big! I’m so excited for this trip for a myriad of reasons. But first, let me tell you what happened with the visas.

Belo Horizonte, Brazil

Belo Horizonte, Brazil

The Visa Saga

About 3 weeks before our trip, we filled out our visa forms and sent them in to a 3rd party to process them for us. About a week later, they were returned to us because me and another one of the guys signed the form in the wrong place. Hey, it’s written in Portuguese for goodness sake!

Now we were within 15 days of our trip so we had to go directly to the Brazilian consulate (in Miami) to turn in our paperwork. So we re-did our paperwork, signing in the correct place this time. We collected all our necessary documents and payments and gave it to an administrator at the church to take down to Miami for us last Thursday.

Thursday afternoon she comes back with bad news. It turns out that we had to present the paperwork in person to get the visas processed. Great! So now, I have to take time off in the morning on Friday to drive down to Miami (about an hour away) and take care of this.

The three of us head down to Miami, along another one of the admins from the office who happens to be Brazilian, and her mom. You know, for solidarity.

We get there 15 minutes early and we are 9th in the line. The guy checking us all in runs down a list of documents that we need and we nod our heads in agreements because we have everything. So far so good.

Next he says that the visas will take 5 business days to process. Today doesn’t count and Monday (MLK Day) is a holiday so the earliest we could get our visas back is Monday, January 24th. Instantly we all freeze. Obviously that’s not going to work for us because we’re leaving on the 22nd.

We decide to just wait our turn and see what happens. They call out number 9 and my friend’s mom (the Brazilian) says, “Let me talk to her.” So she goes to the window on our behalf and speaks to the woman in Portuguese. Now I don’t speak the language but I understood that the first thing she said was “We have a problem”. She proceeds to explain the situation quickly and all we see is the lady shaking her head “no”.

For the next 5 minutes she continues to shake her head and looks sorry for not being able to help. I look up at my pastor and he says, “I don’t know what they are saying but that doesn’t look good.” Like I said, this goes on for about 5 minutes. Then all of a sudden something shifts.

Next thing you know, we see the lady pause, then she nods her head and motions for them to give her the paperwork.

I tap them on the shoulder and say “What did she say??” They just wave me off as they continue to go through the paperwork.

I look up to my pastor and he says, “Whoa, did you see that? Something just shifted!

Next thing you know, they turn around and say “Let’s go!”

We walk out of there and the three of us say “What was she saying?”

They said that as they were explaining the situation, she said that there was absolutely nothing she could do for us. There was absolutely no way she could get us our visas early. She said that they had over 1,000 visas to process and as much as she would like to help, there was no way that she could do anything.

Then…she just changed her mind. As simple as that, she just decided to do it for us. Ca-rah-zy! And that was it. She said, come back Friday afternoon at 3pm to pick up your visas.

So we are picking up our visas today to leave for our trip tomorrow morning.

What We’re Doing

The purpose of our trip is three fold:

  1. Refresh our missionaries – We’re going to visit a missionary couple that we support. We’re going to spend time with them, love on them and encourage them. They do ministry to children in the slums of Belo. These kids are basically abandoned and completely fend for themselves. They teach them to read, write, feed them and show them the love of Jesus. While I’m exited for this, I know it’s going to absolutely break my heart.
  2. Ministry connections – We are going to meet with some other ministry leaders in the area and foster some relationships. This is kind of up in the air at the moment. Brazilian culture is really laid back so we haven’t locked down any real itinerary so we’ll just play it by ear. We may do some ministry in the churches or we may just spend some time going through the city.
  3. Leaders conference – The last day we’re there, we will be going to a conference for local leaders. My pastor will be speaking in one of the sessions.

There are only 3 of us travelling: me, one other guy and our pastor. I’m excited to spend some focused time with my pastor and build our relationship. I’m excited to set foot in another country and get God’s heart for the people of Brazil. I’m excited just in general for the heart for the nations that God has given me in the past year.

So I ask that you keep me in prayer over the course of this next week. We’ll be visiting some pretty seedy areas and while I’m not scared at all, I always appreciate prayer covering.

You can be sure that I’ll be back next week with some fun stories and plenty of pictures. Additionally, look out for 3 FANTASTIC guest posts I have scheduled for next week. Show my friends love and leave nice comments. Because you know us bloggers love comments! :)

Until I return, be blessed friends!

Reflections on Israel (Pt.3)

We always speak of the wilderness as a time of dryness or distance from God.  It is a time in our life that we know will come, but we always pray to be released from it as quickly as possible.  While you’re in it, all you can think about it getting out.

“The wilderness and the dry land shall be glad;
the desert shall rejoice and blossom like the crocus;
it shall blossom abundantly
and rejoice with joy and singing.”

Isaiah 35:1-2

The wilderness...shall be glad

The wilderness...shall be glad

I didn’t realize the extent of mine until coming back from Israel, but I was in a wilderness season myself.  As we departed for the trip, I knew I was in a rough place spiritually for a lot of reasons.  A lot of dreams in my heart seemed unfulfilled, I decided to step down for awhile from my leadership position in the home fellowships of my church, I was having discontentment in my job, I had been praying for that someone special to come after 3 years of being single; you get the picture.

Then we went to the desert.  As we traveled through this barren land I experienced a real desert for the first time; no trees, no water, no nothing for miles on end.  Then out of nowhere, we came upon an oasis.  Springs that come out of the desert with fresh water, plants, trees and fruit.  It was such a stark contrast to the barrenness of everything else.

Our tour guide asked us a question.  “Why do you think God led Abram into the desert?”  Now if you look back in Genesis, you will see that Abram was well off.  He had a large family, cattle, food and he lived in a beautiful land.  Then the Lord leads him away from all that.  His response was, “Because in the desert, he would be completely dependent on God”.  Then something just clicked for me.

I realized that every time I go through a season of wilderness is when I am trusting God the least.  I find that this is God in His mercy stripping away everything that I’m trying to do for myself and saying, “Trust me”.  Then as I go through it, out of nowhere I will see an oasis spring up.  Because I’m in the middle of nowhere, I know that it can only be the Lord.  I take absolutely no credit and He gets all the glory.

The Lord will keep us in the wilderness as long as it takes to get us to stop striving in our own strength and depend on Him.  I’m reading “Sit Walk Stand” by Watchman Nee and he relates this to a man that is drowning.  When he begins drowning, he is terrified and flailing his arms.  If you try to rescue him in that state, he will pull you down with him.  The Lord in His mercy waits for us to stop flailing and when all our strength is expended, He rescues us.

I feel like I am finally learning what it means to take His yoke and find rest (Matt 11:29).  It’s not this heavy burden that take for myself.  It’s not something that I need to strive for constantly.  I’m learning how to trust and to rest in Him.  It sounds so simple but until it clicks for you, words can’t do justice to the fullness of this promise.

There is beauty in the wilderness.  Witnessing it first hand, I believe it.

Reflections On Israel (Pt.2)

Our tour guide Salo told us that Jews have a saying when they return to live in Israel:

“I have come to build and to be rebuilt”

I found this statement absolutely profound. It made me ask myself, “Have I come to build or do I just focus on being rebuilt?”

First, A Little History

I have come to build and be rebuilt

I have come to build and be rebuilt

There are a multitude of scriptures pointing to the restoration and return of a remnant to Israel (e.g. Is. 10:21-22; 11:11-12; 14:1). As you can see I’ve been reading a lot of Isaiah lately! In the early 1800s “Zionism” was founded as a political movement dedicated to the creation of a Jewish state. With a number of snowballing circumstances over the course of the next 100+ years, concluding with a year-long war with the Palestinian Arabs, Israel declared their independence in 1948.

Since establishing their independence, Jews have been immigrating to Israel in droves. Immigration to Israel is referred to as aliyah (literally, ascension). Under Israel’s Law of Return, any Jew who has not renounced the Jewish faith (by converting to another religion) can automatically become an Israeli citizen.

As they have returned, the Jews have undergone the process of rebuilding their land. The Jewish National Fund is an organization that is involved in the reforestation of the land (over 240 million trees planted), creating sustainable agriculture, soil conservation and solving the water crisis by creative means.

At the same time, many Jews who return to their homeland are being healed of the scars of the past. I visited a Holocaust museum in Israel which was a powerful demonstration of not only the brutality and atrocious acts unleashed on the Jews, but also the resilience and hope of a people that were not exterminated by hatred and evil. Many have suffered from feelings of anti-Semitism and the return to their homeland provides a refuge and a sense of pride and belonging.

Am I Building?

All this made me reflect on my own life and begs the question “Am I building?” Much of Western Christianity revolves around accepting Jesus Christ as savior and getting your pass to heaven. Everything else is just done in anticipation of that day.  We go along with our lives and manage to fit God in there along the way. There is a huge focus on having our lives rebuilt but not so much of a focus on building anything here that lasts.

I realized that its time for me to start building. I want to see transformation not just in my life, but in lives of those around me. I want to see my community changed. I want to see Jesus break into South Florida. I want to build something that lasts.

I love how Bethel Church in Redding, CA says that they want their city to be a cancer-free zone. That’s what it means to build for the kingdom. I want to see Jesus’ prayer of “on earth as it is in heaven” fulfilled.

God is doing a work in the hearts of Jews and he is preparing a remnant for His return. He is using the Gentiles to provoke them to jealousy (Rom. 11:11). I want to use their motto and let the Lord not just rebuild me, but to use me to build His kingdom on earth, as it is in heaven.

Reflections On Israel (Pt.1)

Familee

Okay familee, we go!

We are familee!!

As I reflect back on my trip to Israel I think about how perfectly God crafted our group. While I couldn’t see it in the beginning, God was forming a group of people that would become tightly knit, like-minded, and forever changed by an amazing journey.

I remember the very first meeting before the trip and as I looked at the people that would be coming I thought, wow this is quite a random group.  Honestly, I wasn’t sure that we would all mesh.

I counted a total of 4 people that I had spent time with outside of church. The rest I had either only seen in passing, had brief conversations with or I didn’t know at all. Our group comprised of singles, married couples, old(er) and young people.  It was a pretty diverse assemblage.

In our final meeting before leaving, we met together at the house of my pastor. It was there that something changed. Although most of us had not spent much time together, I could already see the connections beginning to form.  As we entered into a time of worship at the house, I realized that I was with a group that was totally committed to worshipping Jesus.  That’s when I realized that this was probably going to be good. Little did I know how good it would be!

As we arrived at the airport and began our long journey to the Holy Land, our team had already begun to gel. Rarely did a moment pass when we weren’t either talking about how awesome God is or laughing out loud at something silly. Even after being cramped into coach seats for 12 hours, we arrived in Israel in great spirits…though a bit jet lagged.

The next gift was our amazing tour guide. I remember the first thing that he said to us was, “My name is Salo and for the next days, you will be my family”.  How true that came to be! God blessed us with an amazing man that was completely in tune with the spirit of our team. His parents were raised in Poland and they emigrated to Venezuela when he was a boy. He was raised there and Spanish is his mother tongue so understandably we were a little baffled when our Jewish tour guide spoke to us in a heavy Spanish accent!

Over the course of the next 11 days, he led us on a prophetic journey through the wilderness of the Negev, the hustle and bustle of Jerusalem and the peace of Galilee. All the while, he brought the Bible alive through his narrative. Along the way he let the Spirit lead him to where we should sing or pray or just sit and meditate. It would go something like, “Maybe here…a few of us pray” or “Katherine, maybe you make a song.”  Then as we left a site, he would inevitably say “Okay familee, we go!” It was awesome!

As the trip was drawing to a close, I felt such an intense connection with the entire team. There were 24 of us total. It makes me think of a phrase that A.W. Tozer used, “Fellowship of the Burning Hearts”. That’s truly what we were. Everywhere we went, we exalted Jesus. We were all invariably linked by our passion for worshipping the King!

Before I left for the trip, I remember thinking to myself that I wished this person or that person would be on the trip and how much more fun or profound it would be with people I knew more intimately. In retrospect, I couldn’t have selected a more perfect group of people to share one of the most extraordinary experiences of my life.

I am forever changed and I come back with new perspective and more importantly…new familee!

The Commission & Experiencing Burma

*This is part 3 of a series of excerpts from my journal documenting my recent trip to South East Asia

1/20/10
10:00am
Yangon

We are completing the God’s Plan For Church Planting course this morning with the group.  Each student is doing a final presentation of their personal church planting strategy.  They are going through the 4 points of Evangelize, Establish, Equip and Expand.  As they are completing their 7-10 minute presentation, our translator asked that we would lay hands on each one and pray over them and commission them to their respective regions and people groups.

I just prayed for one of the guys and I felt Jesus strongly.  As I put my hands on his shoulders, I just felt the power of God upon him.  Wow I’m not even sure what else to say about that.

About halfway through, we presented certificates to all the students since Tim had to catch a plane at noon.  We took pictures of all the students holding up their certificates.

We prayed for the first few students but since then, they have begun to pray for each other.  It is a powerful thing to witness.

We’ve been keeping the presentations to a maximum of 10 minutes and some of the students are eager and hit the 10 minute mark.  One of the guys in the front has been keeping track of time for us through the whole training and when time is up, he emphatically rings his bell!

1/20/10
9:00pm
Yangon

Myanmar/Burma

Myanmar/Burma

After we completed the training and said our goodbyes to the group, Sherman and I went back to the hotel for a short rest before heading out to Bogyoke Market.  This has been one of the most intense parts of the trip so far.  We walked around the market and picked up some gifts.  We saw street vendors, beggars and all types of people in the streets.   You see VERY few Westerners in Yangon.  I guess that is why the street vendors are not overly obnoxious.  Surprisingly, most could speak decent English…good enough to bargain a price with you!

We saw this boy on the street doing finger paintings which were absolutely phenomenal.  He was doing them so quickly.  Literally he was making these beautifully detailed and colorful paintings in less than 10 minutes.  He was selling them for a dollar a piece!  Sherman bought 3 and I bought 2.

I was telling Sherman that Burma has a unique smell.  I could pick it up everywhere we went.  I told him that it is too bad that my camera can’t capture smell!

We stopped for dinner and had great conversation about many different subjects.  Somehow we brought up Watchman Nee and I asked Sherman if he had read Sit, Walk, Stand.  He said no but he had something better than that.  He said he met him in Oakland when he was about 9 years old.  He said that he remembers clearly meeting him and what he will never forget was how humble he was.

The market was so much to take in.  It was pretty overwhelming since it was my first experience in a 3rd world country.  It was definitely a sobering experience seeing the extreme poverty and the way people live on a daily basis and how much I take for granted.

1/21/10
12:30pm
Yangon

Today has been quite an adventure already.  After breakfast, Sherman and I headed to the Shwedagon Pagoda.  It was absolutely immense and something you have to experience first hand to fully understand.  There is the main structure which is hundreds of feet tall, then within the complex there are tons of smaller temple-like structures and hundreds of golden statues of Buddha.  I just watched as the people sat and worshiped, prayed and meditated before the statues.  Some would constantly pour water over the Buddha and washed it.  We saw monks walking through and many would talk to people to practice their English.  There were very actually very few Westerners there and I found that to be refreshing.  It seems like as soon as a country gets flooded with tourism, everything becomes commercialized.  You really get the feel of genuine culture in this country.

We sat down in one spot for awhile just to watch the people walk by.  I haven’t had the opportunity to see a lot of children but every time I do, I fall in love.  Asian children are beautiful.  I got a few great pics of kids walking by.

It was was profound to see the dichotomy of the poverty of the people of this country and the wealth that has gone into building, maintaining and expanding this pagoda.  If all of the money that was poured into this place was used to feed the poor, the situation would be so different here.  But the oppressive government controls every aspect of society.  It was saddening.  Here is a short video clip I took there:

SHWEDAGON PAGODA VIDEO

Sherman and I returned to the hotel and took a 10 minute walk to the river.  On the way, every few feet I saw people selling everything from food, tires, tools and random trinkets.  There are tons of vendors on every block.

We made it down to the harbor and watched the men loading and unloading the supplies from boats.  There were smaller river taxis taking people back and forth across the Yangon River.  We sat out and watched the people work for awhile.  As we walked back, I noticed strings on the street level that went up to apartments on different floors.  It looked like it could have been a way to either let someone know that you are downstairs or to send something up.  Either way, it is ingenuity at its finest.  It was just fascinating to observe the different aspects of how they live.

1/21/10
6:00pm
Yangon

Our translator from the training came to pick us up at 1pm and since his car was being repaired, we took a taxi to the Yangon Education Center for the Blind.  A lady from his church works there and took us on a tour through the classrooms.  We had an opportunity to meet with the principal of the school and she told us that there were over 160 students enrolled.  They teach them up through middle school, then they go into public school.  They are taught a trade in the school as well.  The women learn basket weaving and sowing, the boys learn to work with bamboo and both boys and girls learn Japanese massage.

It was pretty intense walking through the classrooms and observing the blind children.  My heart broke to see these beautiful children and know that they could not see us.  One class sang the ABCs for us.  We went into a few different classrooms and watched them working with braile machines.  In one of the classrooms, the teacher was blind as well.

We went over to where they were doing the Japanese massage.  They were offering a one hour massage for $7 US!  I told the lady there that in the US they charge $35 for half an hour!  We also got to see the guys working with the bamboo.  They made these intricately woven stools that I know took hours of work and they were selling them for $5 US.

On the same grounds as the school, we visited the Myanmar YWAM base.  We met the director and another guy from Switzerland that runs the school with him.  After Sherman shared what we do, we came to find that this base focuses on church planting as well.

The conversation we had here was one of the most profound ones that I’ve had in my life.  The guy from Switzerland was sharing that how when the students come in, one of the first things he has to do is to deprogram them of many things that they learned which are not “supra-cultural principles”, Tim calls them.  He said that the missionaries are to be honored for bringing in the gospel and laying the foundation, but they also brought in their culture and put that on the people, robbing them of their culture.  In the courses, they try to establish the mindset that the church is not a building and they can meet anywhere to worship God.  That they are not required to sing hymns associated with any particular denomination and they can sing traditional Burmese songs to worship God.  That they are not required to forfeit their culture when they come to Christ.  He talked about how when missionaries came in, they saw that when the people would play their harp they would worship the spirit of the harp.  Needless to say, the missionaries did not like that and told them that they could not use their instruments rather than show them how they could redeem that and use it to worship Christ.

He shared how there were many limitations on where foreigners could even go within the country.  He said that this has been a blessing in disguise.  He said that this has forced them to train indigenous leaders to bring the gospel to the areas that we cannot go.

He had some interesting things to say about Buddhism as well.  He said that if you study out the writings most of what Buddah talks about, Jesus fulfilled.  He said that if Christians understood more about Buddhism, they could more effectively reach the people.

The conversation made me realize how significant it was to hear how the group in the training we just completed really GOT IT.  These foundational principles outlined in the Bible are so simple when you remove all that the Western church has brought in.

It was great to hear what they were doing with YWAM and share what we were there doing.  It was really profound to hear the perspective from another foreigner who has been living in the country and in the culture for awhile.  It really helped me understand the significance of the work we were there to do.

When we left, our translator took us to an authentic Burmese restaurant.  The food was really good and really cheap.  When the bill came, I asked how much I owed.  He said it was about $8.50 US and when I started to give that much, he said “No, for all 3 of us.”  I was like whoa!  Everywhere we went, the food was delicious and cheap!

He was also just sharing his vision that he has for Burma.  He wants to find 15-20 serious Christians that want to plant churches in the Karin villages.  It is one of the most unreached people groups in Burma.  He is half Burmese and half Karin and definitely has a heart for his people.  He wants to do the church planting course with that group and commission them out to the Karin people.  He definitely has an apostolic anointing.  He has a ton of connections and a lot of influence in the Christian community.

We got to talking about worship and he asked if people in my church get slain in the Spirit.  He has a Baptist background (like the majority of Christians here that have gone through Bible school) so I answered very carefully.  :)   He said that due to the Baptist background and Buddhist culture, most Burmese Christians are not very emotional.  However, he said that we do have to worship God with our emotions as well as our mind.

We took a cab back to the hotel and we stopped by the Baptist Convention Center.  We went to see where he records his weekly 15 minute radio program for Lutheran broadcasting network.  He took us to the printing press on the grounds where they print all of their materials.  He showed us his church but said he isn’t able to go regularly since he frequently has speaking engagements in other churches.

It’s been quite a full day so even though we got back to the hotel at 5pm, I told Sherman that I was fine to relax for the rest of the evening.  Almost 4 pages of journaling and we didn’t even do any ministry!

Page 1 of 212»