Juan Presses On

01Oct

Juan Presses On

Juan Velazquez Munoz grew up in San Lorenzo, a small town in Mexico with a big reputation for being a bad place. Juan didn't exactly do much to lift San Lorenzo's stature, as he was known in town as a heavy drinker and brawler. No one would have ever suspected that he would one day be a preacher (and a Heaven's Family-supported missionary)!

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01Oct

Cross-Eyed Missionary

Hatya acted like a man possessed, ripping his clothes, not eating for days, and sometimes living in the desert. His wife and family didn't know what to do, and they spent large sums of money on doctors and healers in hopes of finding a cure, but all in vain. Neither Hatya, nor his wife and family, ever considered seeking help from Jesus. Hatya and his wife despised Christians, who are a small minority in the state of Andhra Pradesh, where they live in India. In fact, they persecuted any followers of Jesus whom they encountered.

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01Oct

“Old Unfaithful”

For the past 26 years, the children of Mt. Carmel Orphanage, in northern Haiti, have depended on a single well on their property to meet all their water needs. Daily pumping by little hands produced enough clean, fresh spring water to provide for all of the drinking, cooking and bathing needs of the children, as well as some very poor neighbors. Even after Mt. Carmel was infused with a new surge of orphans after Haiti's 2010 earthquake, the faithful well handled the increased water demand.

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01Oct

Letter from a 6th-Grade Graduate

Besides food, the one thing that impoverished people around the world desire for their children is an education. They know that education is their children's only hope to escape the cycle of poverty. In many developing nations, however, public education is not free. Consequently, we receive many requests for tuition assistance.

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01Oct

A Brownie Surprise…

Some years ago when I was a pastor, I walked into my church office after a Sunday morning service to find a little brown bag on my desk containing three chocolate brownies. Some thoughtful and anonymous saint who knew my love for chocolate had placed them there, along with a piece of paper that had a short story written on it.

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