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When Jesus Doesn’t Heal Them

On Monday, during our weekly women’s bible study, we were reading through John 4:46-54. In the story, a nobleman comes to Jesus desperate to save his son’s life. Jesus replied to him,  “Go home, your son lives.” The man believed Jesus’ words and turned to go home to find his son healed. It is truly an amazing story of faith…

Going to Hell Because of a Bible

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Wendy exclaimed. “Tell you what?” I asked. Tears welled up in her eyes as her anger rose. Her voice cracked as she said,  “You are the one who gave me this bible! You should have told me that I couldn’t take it to church unless I was baptized. They told me I was going to…

They’re Just Boys

Lately, Tuesdays and Thursdays at 12:30 are some of my favorite times of the week. After spending 30 minutes or so prepping for my class (writing things on the board, setting out Bibles and notebooks, etc.), the first round of boys are flooding in.  “Good afternoon!”, they say. Most of them with a hard emphasis on the “AF”. It’s cute.

Why “Vencedor” Ministries?

Every time I go into El Rosario I’m impacted by the beauty of the people there. Not only physically, with their dark skin and big brown eyes, but with their hearts. Sadly I’m often reminded that, like all of us, they don’t see their own potential and beauty. They are burdened by struggling to provide food for their families. They…

What Exactly Are We Doing in El Rosario?

God has allowed us to be part of many projects in El Rosario. Clean water, smoke-free stoves, and the construction of a new kitchen for the local school. We’ve gotten to meet smaller physical needs through providing food, new shoes, and some clothes; all alongside constant prayer and discipleship. We always knew that God would be revealing to us His…

We Call Her Blanquita

Around 7:30PM on a Tuesday night we received a phone call. It both crushed us and made us realize just how strong are the relationships that we have in El Rosario. Our friend Sylvia called us to tell us that her little baby girl’s heart had stopped while at the hospital that evening. Sylvia de Los Angeles (we call her…