Suffering……A Gift?

I went to pray for the persecuted church. Thinking…..God can use me.  His purposes will change because I prayed. But, reading, “The Heavenly Man”, as I curl up in bed at night before sleep….. I got a different perspective of what persecution is and my entire mindset began to change. Brother Yun says, “Embrace suffering like […]

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His Healing Touch

The first words out of my mouth when I saw her was…. “She is dead”. Lifeless head.  Body wrapped in blankets a mile high. Her skin transparent….. Weighing somewhere around five pounds.  This delicate shell lay there…. On plywood. Screaming one.  Beside her.  Face born open between nose and mouth. Cleft lip. The cry of a […]

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Wholehearted Devotion…..In A Cave.

6:00 a.m.  Blanket of black covers windows surrounding.  And darkness is the mask….of sleep….and dreams….and all things unknown by the world deep in rest. Yet, in China….they would have been awake for hours. 4:00 a.m. The rising and fleeing to mountain caves and trees and places hidden. So, they can worship in the dark.   Before eyes […]

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Unconvential……At last!

Unconventional. Somehow.  Someway.  For some reason….. God uses the unconventional. The out of the box kind of life….and living…..and faith. How the blind man was asked to put mud on his eyes…… To get healed. Jesus put his fingers inside another one’s ears & spit on the tongue for a deaf man to speak…. clearly. Women’s […]

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How Fingernail Polish Opens Doors

Dinner time.  In orphanage. In China. Struggling through white rice….made with more love than any bowl could hold. First night in orphanage. Three plane rides far away from home. And we walk into kitchen. “Xie xie”….to say, “Thank you” in Chinese. We then ask….to paint nails….for many. And fingers and toes….a representation of love. And Jesus […]

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God……In China.

I sit in church…..in China. Young girl interpreting beside me. And there are no stories.  No introductions to conversations of man…. That corrupt this Holy Place. And before beginning.  One sat down beside us.  Hands folded.  Head bowed. Mouth slowly mumbling prayers. And I wonder what petitions are about. Another in front of me with child. […]

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