Walking With God

To walk away from a life I've known

The crafts and skills I call my own

Thoughts of missions make a spirit groan

Return for a harvest the seed was sown

This quest for God is it mine alone?

But in the Word they were sent in pairs

Going to the world to share its cares

And so to God if this witness bears

The need for one who this call shares

To walk among the poor if one so dares

If this obsession has become a desire

And so placed in a heart by holy fire

If to walk alone is whats to transpire

And a need for a companion not so dire

I pray that in this work I never tire

So granted this walk is to be my path

Sanctify me keeping me free from wrath

I've counted the cost and done the math

Ignoring ones who doubt those who laugh

and knowing in God's glory is my bath

So this is my prayer; this is my plea

And printed out boldly for all to see

Without concern for those who disagree

And its not about you and not about me

I serve the Master who hung on a tree

Mission Work Porta Plata Dominican Repubic - November 2013

In November 2103 I found myself along with Pastora Myra Torres in Porta Plata Dominican Republic for a 9 day outreach. Our format is to present the gospel and show the love of Jesus through a humanitarian outreach. This outreach was done as a joint effort with a church in Canada.

Houses here are most often debris structures. Termites being forever prevalent in the tropic climate.  The inadequate structures don't last.  This house made of old pallet lumber was ready for collapse. In fact in the demolition stage four men pushed it over. That was our project:  build a new home for the residents, a single mom with four children.  Two of her children are twins in wheel chairs. The neighborhood joined in this process complete with the days meal. 

The meal was quiet.  Unique scrap lumber was gathered and with some cinder block.  The make shift kitchen was complete. A hogs head was quartered with a machete and thrown into a pot of water to simmer along with unknown spices. The rice came later.  I blessed mine and ate. 

Myra and I provided a commode and the concrete for building the house. Two ladies mixed all of the concrete. These girls worked! For the most part we just supervised leaving the labor to the neighborhood. 

This was a difficult process for me.  I am more of a hands on type of guy. This is a different world and the construction process is primitive. 

Most of all the gospel of Jesus Christ was presented. Myra spoke at a different church every night and I was allowed to speak twice. Hearts were touched.