Participant Blogs

The visit was to us humans shrouded in a black cloud of uncertainty, no contact, no host. But part of the picture was a higher power Who knew exactly what was happening, no guessing, no maybe's, no darkness. His plan was ordered and He had unity in mind.   What an interesting time, everything for our travels to Vietnam falling into place the day before we left Phuket. Wow, what an awesome God!   With Vietnam having 8% Christians, we found a homestay with a Vietnamese family who are Christian! The son uses the homestay hostel as a ministry point....

Jamaica! Yeah mon! (Hey/ yes/ great/ bye) Wagaan? (What is going on/ howsit) Everytin idle.. (everything is good) Phathwa is the local language developed from english by the slaves. Jamaica is one of the countries I have dreamed about coming to since I watched good old cool runnings back in the day! Off to a rough start with chickv fever I slept for 4 days nursed back to health on a dusty mattress on the floor of a church in one of the most dangerous suburbs in Kingston Jamaica. As the theme song of cool runnings goes... rise above it......

m JAMAICA Spiritually it felt like I was trapped in a jail cell with people who gave up on life. Their dreams were forgotten and their futures were left unwritten. Hopeless! Blinded by their past and poverty, they were just waiting...not for something or someone; they were just waiting.  What amazed me the most was the fact that all of them knew the good news of Jesus. Hopelessness was drowning them... killing them one by one.  I found myself limited by my knowledge and wisdom and soon afterwards became hopeless myself. The atmosphere was so heavy it started to choke...

Guyana- a country I had never heard about before visiting. Crossing the border I immediately felt more at home. They drive on the right side of the road. .. the left hand side of course....the main language is English and just like in Africa we were squashed into two taxis and sent on our way down a seemingly never ending dusty road . The only Road into Guyana from Brazil, through a tropical rain forrest which is a national reserve. Eleven and a half hours later feeling like I had been attacked by a gang because of all the bumps...

With much anticipation we arrived in the all famous country of Jamaica,where Bob Marley and reggae was born,country of my childhood heroes like Asafa powell and Usain Bolt. "Ya Man, wagam?" are all to common to us now. Rhastas and weed everywhere you look. Everything I thought Jamaica would be came true. We had the previledge of sharing the good news to locals on the basketball fields,singing songs to kids at school,even giving the homeless a close shave,feeding them,dressing them,cutting toe nails ect. We soon found out that this beautiful country also has a dark history with great sorrow within...

Where the jungle book lives The best way to retell the next bit of my venture, must be to start with where I am at. You'll find me, under a large tree, with plastic wrapped lights and a dripping glass of cold water, it is almost the hottest part of the day, and my soul has longed for a quiet clean place, as it has seen many salt & sandy places. We just spent three weeks in Guyana, the country tightly fit between Brazil and Suriname. A country where kisses are blown freely, army officers, and mountains of rice. But...

I have seen all the War movies. I was not expecting this! And to top it all, we where in Saigon (today known as Ho Chi Minh city), named after the north Vietnamese leader in the war. Saigon was the last stronghold in the War and the capital of the south. But it was not the run down, broken, bankrupt, sad city I was expecting. Except for the country side everything is developed and evolving. I where in an accident during my time in Vietnam, got help from the local hospital. Clean, organized and doctors who can speak English and...

Vietnam was a warm hearted country with open, smiling faces.   You would guess that after the war people would be hard to anyone that looks american, but that wasnt true at all.  Vietnamese youngsters and even older people would walk up to you to learn some english by simply talking to you. Little groups would even approach you to find an opportunity to speak and learn english.   This opened a lot of doors to tell people about our beuatifull country, what we are doing, and share our testimonies. We were blessed with a  host which we met by...

https://www.facebook.com/video.php?v=10153345754709661

Suriname and Guyana... Personal journey. Suriname Culture... It was difficult to accept the culture. There was a lot of dancing, shouting, loud music, screaming and emotional expressions. I struggled not to judge somethings I did not understand. It was just different. God challenged me to love those that differ from me. To love them even if we disagree sometimes. I found myself submitting my judgemental thoughts under God more and more. Authority... It was a battle, that is all I can say... Submitting your thoughts and ideas under Authority is a humble act, that is for sure. I disagreed with...