Churches filled that day without a call to prayer. The masses simply showed up. Crying. Scared. Confused. “God help us!” “God we’re scared!” “God, what will tomorrow hold?” Hearts in America impacted with shock and fear at each replay of an airplane impacting a tower. Or the pentagon. Or the peaceful field in PA. Then America prayed. Heads shook and jaws dropped in horror with every image of a leaping or falling soul. Then America prayed. Hands flew, covering gasping mouths a

In my last post (click here) I asked for missionary parents to leave names of their prodigal children for whom they would like prayer. Below is the list of names left either in the comment section of that post, or via private messages on FB. You can’t choose Christ for your kids, but you can pray that they choose Christ. And I’ve met far too many children who have come to Christ because their parents prevailed in prayer, sometimes for decades, to believe God for anything less

June 2 is the Worldwide Day of Prayer for Prodigals. Redbud Writers Guild, Judy Douglass, post a link on Facebook concerning this day of prayer she launched, I felt prompted to get involved. Though I don’t have a prodigal, I feel a burden to join in praying on Sunday specifically for prodigal MKs (missionary kids). Because I am a missionary, other missionaries are like family. Because I am a missionary, I understand the unique challenges of transitioning to and living in a cr

I asked a wise lady, a widowed veteran missionary, a question.  Her answer took me by surprise. We were sitting, enjoying iced tea, and catching up on each other’s lives when I asked about her kids and grandkids. What followed was an account of pain and difficulty. My heart broke as I listened to the ongoing drama of what some may consider a parents/grandparents worst nightmare. And she no longer had her husband to walk this trail of tears with her. Knowing her to be a prayin

Yes, I know we’re only five days from Christmas. Yes, I know you’re busy; I am too – just as we were last Friday, when again an entire nation stopped the madness of life around them and cried out in prayer to God on behalf of children, teachers, a school, a community, a nation…and a world spinning violently out of our control. You see, there IS time to pray and to intercede…when we want to, or are compelled to do so. “Consequently, He is able to save to the uttermost those wh

I’m not only talking about all those people out there. I’m talking about you…and me. For the Christian, prayer is the key that helps keep contentedness, kindness, and character a priority in our lives. Yet prayer is too often the least to which we give our time. It is also the key to restoration in our communities, revival in our churches, and miracles in our midst. Is it any coincidence that so many third world countries regularly experience revival and the miraculous? “They

Churches filled that day without a call to prayer. The masses simply showed up. Crying. Scared. Confused. “God help us!” “God we’re scared!” “God, what will tomorrow hold?” Hearts in America impacted with shock and fear at each replay of an airplane impacting a tower. Or the pentagon. Or the peaceful field in PA. Then America prayed. Heads shook and jaws dropped in horror with every image of a leaping or falling soul. Then America prayed. Hands flew covering gasping mouths as

If we cannot be in the battle ourselves let us not seek to discourage others.  D.L. Moody Not a few times have missionaries like us heard, “We’re praying you home.” And we kindly and lovingly respond, “Don’t pray us home.” We understand your concerns, your fears. With news of earthquakes, cartel activity, violent protests, and sickness or disease outbreaks, your reaction is to call us home. “It’s time to come home.” “Don’t you think you’ve been there long enough?” “There is a

Recently, I spoke at a missions convention. Immediately afterward, a woman in her late ’40s came to my table in the foyer. The first question out of her mouth echoed what many people have asked me over the years, “Why don’t we see the miraculous things in North America that people experience in other countries?” After living many years in Central America, I’ve learned that our lives are like a puzzle. In Asia, Latin America and Africa, where people experience miraculous break

That’s when I remembered. Years ago while in the US itinerating to return to Mexico for another term, our paths crossed with several highly important people. Not too many achieve their distinction in life. They serve as ambassadors of both the most revered and despised Ruler known to the history of mankind. They take what they hear, know, or receive a burden for and offer it before this Ruler, pleading for life and grace, for blessings and mercy, for protection and peace. The