Rags to Riches

November 10, 2012

We had to go off roading to find this house of worship; over 1,000 families live in this undesirable community. The most polluted river meanders around their dwelling place; sheets of metal on the roofs secured with large rocks and old discarded tires to keep it in place. I have never witness poverty like this. The dust is much thicker because of the unpaved roads and you can only image what happens during the Monsoon season. The Slum Church (that is the real name) is very well maintained with laminate flooring and ceiling fans but the most interesting thing about the church, the congregants. I counted 14 in the choir and when they started singing “How Great Thou Are” in Nepali my eyes flooded with tears of joy. So spirit filled and  anointed, these people have little to nothing but are true humble examples of what we call Christians. We left them with a suitcase filled with medicine and were off to our next assignment.

We received an invitation from the president of Nepal and believe or not now we are 18 in the van. The traffic delayed us by a couple of hours and the president was called into an emergency meeting. The Palace was heavily guarded and modest in size, the garden made a grand impression of neatly lined colorful flowers standing to greet us. The festoon of this floral garden filled the air with sweet flavors of fall, the colors of orange, magenta, and gold matched the  the palace. We were received by Naraine Koivola, the secretary to the president and Administrator of Foreign Affairs. Mr. Koivola escorted us to a private meeting room on the second floor, the ceiling was adorned with bright vibrant orange flowers and what looked like real gold. Served Nepali tea and delicate cookies we shared stories with this kind gentleman for over an hour. We prayed and left a box of See’s candy for the president. Our day continued with yet another divine appointment.

From the palace to the Chief of Police, Rabindra Pratup Shah was equally cordial but was called into a meeting as well, before excusing himself he graciously  received prayer from our team. God showed us great favor today; on the ride back to our hotel we quietly held these encounters in our hearts and gave credence to our Creator.

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Answering The Call

Medicine Sorters
Medicine Sorters

November 3, 2012


You may ask how did we ended up in Nepal and why minister there? When you are called to serve, God is very specific in giving instruction. We were on another missionary  journey and our leader, Joanne was given a dream of huge mountains with people wearing usual hats, she had never seen this type of head gear before and inquired of God what it meant.  Months later would come the first invitation to minister in Nepal. When the head of our ministry arrived at the Tibet Border and saw the native hats, she knew this was of God. Our team has been to Nepal five times since and we plan to return soon.

We sorted medicines for over 50 pastors in Nepal; the Pastors were coming from many regions; I was excited to make their acquaintance. We had small red duffles bags and filled them with basic cough syrup, aspirin, Pepto Bismol, skin ointments for itching  and allergy meds; each team member was responsible for carrying an extra suitcase designated for this purpose.

Our host Pastor Brian and his lovely wife Ruth specialize in rescuing young girls from sex trafficking and bringing them into their sheepfold. Once rescued these beautiful young ladies are feed the love of Christ and are taught different trades such as candle making, sewing and computer classes. Pastor Brian and Ruth also operate a slum school in Kathmandu. I cannot say enough to describe how this couple have dedicated their lives to serve in the most honorable way.

On this day we praised and worshipped  followed by the preaching; a powerful message on focusing on your call and to remain humble servants. Each person received prayer with a prophetic word, I was awe stricken in witnessing this event unfold before me. I pray that I develop the same type of fire as these humble pastors, their faithfulness is unrestrained, and filled with the fire of the Holy Spirit.

Our ministry days are jam packed with meetings at different churches, we traveled long distances to meet new pastors and to minister to congregations. After breakfast of mixed grans with yak milk we headed out about an hours drive. It was during the offering that I noticed my wallet is missing. In a quiet panic being escorted out by Brian we travel back to the hotel to look for the missing billfold. I distinctly remembered having it at breakfast because a left a tip on the table but it was no where to be found. I ran up to my room and searched but nothing. I prayed and opened my locked suitcase but again nothing, under the beds, in the bathroom but no wallet. I sat and collected my racing brain; again looking in the luggage but this time the search was more intense. There in the middle of my makeup bag was the elusive wallet. I can only say that an angel must have put it there for safe keeping; even Brian was surprised of the finding.







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Kathmandu, Nepal

November 3, 2012

Our driver came to pick us up in a midsize van with seating for maybe eight persons, we are eleven. Through some miracle there was room for all of us plus Brian, our host pastor, Simon the interpreter, the driver and two of his friends (sixteen total). I wanted to turn around to see how we all fit but my arms were locked next to my roommate, we were the biggest can of sardines. Taking the window seat was both a blessing and curse; my arms were restricted like those of T-Rex and taking pictures not only with my iphone but with everyone else’s devices was a hazardous task.

The van that multiplied with extra seating
The van that multiplied with extra passengers

We made our way through the streets of Kathmandu, the dust was thick with the movement of every vehicles around us, it was a constance powdery cloud. The infrastructure was nonexistent, as you are driving and it appeared that all roads are one way until you encounter a bus filled with passages coming head on toward you; many times I wanted to scream but I just closed my eyes and said a prayer.  To add to this mayhem there are hundreds of thousand motor bikes everywhere you turn. There are few stop signs and fewer traffic signals but I did notice a police officer attempting to direct traffic; what a dangerous occupation I thought to myself.

Our job was to minister and after a ride across town we finally arrived at the first church. As we walked up the steps to the upper meeting room the smell of curry filled the air. We met with eager converts; some of them traveling for days on foot to make this assembly. For over four hours we praise the Lord and these beautiful people listened intently, taking notes and experiencing spiritual growth at different levels. Nepal is a country made up of  86% Hindu and the rest are Buddhist. Accepting Christ as your Savior comes with a price starting by being ostracized by your family. These precious gentle people formed a line for prayer and each one of them was encouraged to continue with their walk in believing God to supply their every need. Little did we know of the great 7.9 earthquake that struck  in April of 2015 that these teachings would be a small part of helping them endure all the hardships to come. My Nepali family still have so much more to recover but they remain steadfast in their love for Christ.

There were so many stray dogs and chickens and cows along the road. The cows are scared and are like demi gods, they have the run of the streets. Kathmandu has over 1,000,000 residence and is a bustling metropolis with merchants selling their goods on every inch of the street; bold colored thick heavy blankets everywhere., The ominous Himalayan mountains surround this valley and stand in awe for us American gawkers.

We return to the comforts of our hotel and eat in our room; a cup of soup, still adjusting to the native flavors.


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