Friday, November 25, 2016

3 Nations, 1 Mission


Rosendo (left) comes from Mexico. Roger (right) comes from the island nation of St. Lucia. They were both my students in Puerto Rico Baptist College and today both are in the ministry. Roger is a missionary and an assistant pastor in Aibonito, Puerto Rico. Rosendo, who was also my assistant pastor, is now the pastor of a church of his own in the town of Fajardo, Puerto Rico. 

Though we are from 3 different nations, we all work together to do the work of missions here in Puerto Rico. I am thankful that we have such great people to work with us here. One of the best things about being a missionary is seeing young people prepare for the ministry and then launch out in faith and become pastors and missionaries themselves. 


Thursday, November 24, 2016

Thankful on the mission field!

Even in a small, missionary church in the mountain village of Comerio, Puerto Rico, Thanksgiving is both celebrated and deeply felt.

We give thanks for you, your prayers and your support.

Feliz dia de Accion de gracia!
(Happy Thanksgiving!)


Enjoy the comic skit our Bible college created a few years ago. It's in Spanish, but you can follow the story pretty easily

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Shallow water, deep faith


One of our students, Christian Sua, is now a pastor in Bogotรก, Colombia. The baptistry isn't very deep, but you don't need deep water to get baptized. All you need is just a deep faith and a little bit of obedience.





Saturday, November 05, 2016

Cheap Blessing

Today, I took our churches' non-functioning wireless microphone to someone who said they could repair it for me.

I thought about getting a new one, but to replace it would have cost close to $100.

So, I looked around and found a person who repairs them.

Total cost for parts (a new switch) and labor:

$5.00

Hurray!

I mean: Amen!


Visiting in a Puerto Rican Mountain Village

Quite a few mountain homes in our small town have no roads that go to them.

So, that means climbing many, many steps.

Today, I climbed up these stairs and visited homes all the way up to the top, which is about 6-7 stories high.  Then I went down again and started up a new set of stairs further down the mountain road.

It was quite a grunt, but I had no ill effects, except using the clutch pedal on my stick-shift Honda Fit made my left leg feel a bit wobbly for a bit.

I met some nice people, had some conversations and left some tracts.

I am glad I went today.

Someday our knees may fail us. Best use them now doing something worthwhile.