One of the most basic needs

War brings a lot of needs. One of the most basic is food. After the war started in Palestine, a lot of people were out of work. Many Palestinians worked in Jerusalem or other parts of Israel. They were not allowed to go to work. Without money, they could not buy food.

People began coming to the Jesus House asking for help buying food. Honestly, those of us who worked there didn’t have the money to buy food for all the people. Terry McIntosh, who was in charge of the Jesus House, put out word we needed money for food. Soon people began responding. Terry, with the help of a grocer, put together a food package that we gave to people in need. Continue reading

Excitement!!!

When you are locked in a small town for weeks on end, things can get pretty boring. You can’t go anywhere unless it is in the town, and after a while you begin to want to go somewhere else or have something exciting happen.

While we were living in Jericho, we were not allowed to leave during the war. No one was allowed in or out. You could feel the people wanting to do something, anything that might be a little exciting or different. Continue reading

Is it a Garage? Or … ?

Here in the United States most of us have a car. In fact most families have two or three cars. We have different ways of protecting our cars. We have a drive way or a garage or a special parking place and we are thrilled to have our space.

While living in Zelenograd I noticed a very strange looking thing. They looked like metal boxes the shape of a car. I don’t know what it was called because it wasn’t a garage especially as we think of a garage. Zelenograd is by Moscow and in the winter it is cold and the snow covers the ground most of the winter. Continue reading

The Day the Love of God Dawned on Her

There are many joys to being on the mission field. I like teaching people about Jesus. Watching their eyes light up as they come to the realization that God loves them and they don’t have to earn that love is amazing.

While in Jericho, I had the privilege of teaching a group of women every Saturday. Some of them had already accepted Jesus as their Savior, but many were still seeking answers. These were women who were Muslim by birth. By that, I mean they weren’t really religious, but Islam is all they knew. Continue reading