Passion, Purpose and Weekly Updates

Announcing the Opportunity of a Lifetime

What: A 3-week missions trip that will change your life!

When: Trip #1 August 2025, Trip #2 January 2026

Where: Uganda, Kenya, Islands of Lake Victoria

Activities: Minister to children, pray for the sick, give testimony in church, give-away food and clothing, taste the local customs, food, and culture, go on a one-day safari. 

More happens in 3 weeks on the mission field than 30 years in a church pew! If you are looking for the chance to be used of God in deliverance and miraculous healing and to be a blessing to others, then this is the trip for you. You will experience intimacy with God and a fresh sense of His call on your life.

If you want more information, you can answer this email with your questions and we can also send you an application. If approved we will help you raise the money and provide pre-trip training. 

More Africa Stories

We were welcomed in a small Ugandan village with whoops, hollers, song, and dance. It was the first time we'd been in the Amuria District. We were told that there were no whites there and no outside asssistance. It was one of the most impoverished region in Uganda. The air was heavy with oppression and despair.

Slowly, we made our way through the fanfare of church people who'd gathered to greet us. The church building was a squat structure, built with sticks and mud, like the houses in the area. The walls were about four feet tall with a space at the top that made it easy for the people standing outside to peer in.

One of our goals was to teach the pastors who had already gathered, how to work with people who had suffered trauma. We'd been told there were many victims of the massacres and kidnapping that marked the insurrections and bush wars during the previous 30 years. I welcomed the opportunity for them to observe us as we ministered to the forty year old woman who had been placed in front of us as we stood at the front of the church. 

She was the lone survivor of a group of 200 women captives taken during the 2003 insurrection. Over a period of eight months, she and her fellow prisoners had been deprived of food and water and gang raped by their captors daily. One-by-one, they all died—except this woman. I call her Adaeze, which means “princess” in the Igbo language.

Although she was relatively young, she could not stand up straight. She said that she had constant pain in her hips and abdomen. She was depressed, she suffered nightmares, and walking was difficult. She rarely spoke more than a few words. She’d been in this condition for sixteen years. Those eight months in captivity had destroyed her.

The whole town knew her. They all knew what had happened to her and how she suffered every day after those horrific eight months. Now they watched intently as I directed her to look me in the eyes. She stared through steely black eyes without a flinch. She was still breathing, but she had died years ago.

I started slowly speaking directly from Scripture. “Here’s the truth,” I said. “You were created in God’s image and likeness." I paused for a moment, waiting for Holy Spirit to speak the words to her inner being. "You are wonderfully and fearfully made. He called you before you were formed in your mother’s womb, and there is nothing impossible for God—not even your healing.”

I continued slowly pausing after each statement. Truth ... what Jesus called "truth" (see John 8.32) was going to deliver her from her torment. At first my words were lost in the air. Then He began to work. He took the words and whispered them to her heart. My words became living words. Truth. The air was now charged with expectancy and faith as the crowd looked on in anticipation of what would happen.

Alma and I prayed as I continued to speak the truths of Scripture. Now the words were flowing prophetically, and Adaeze was receiving them in her spirit. We saw the breakthrough. Then the moment came. Suddenly, she straightened her back and stretched upward. She had not stood upright for years. She opened her mouth wide and let out a soul-piercing holler of victory. She started jumping up and down, whooping and hollering, flailing her arms as the entire church and village watched in amazement.

We heard exclamations of praise and surprise from the people. Some began to weep; flickers of hope had been ignited for relief from their own suffering. They were witnessing a miracle as real as the raising of the dead! in an instant, Adaeze’s pain was gone. Her years of torment were over. The instantaneous transformation of her countenance and body was evident to all.

From that moment forward, Adaeze's life changed. During the following week she followed us, and served wherever we went. Each time she saw us, she greeted us with the same whoop and holler of victory. She now talks, sleeps well at night, and is always singing and full of joy. Adaeze is your reward, and my reward. She is the Lord’s reward.

This next story is from the 4-day pastor's intensive training we did in March of this year. It may be a little off color (PG13) for some so please forgive me if you don't find it appropriate, but it was very funny. There's a pastor in this village that we've known for 4 years. We've never seen him smile. In fact, he's flat with very little expression at all. And, we could never figure out who his wife is because she never seemed to be around. One of the requirements I imposed this year was that the pastors' wives had to attend the training with their husbands. That alone caused quite a stir because the men and women are rarely seen together in the same place in public. There are women pastors, but married couples are seldom together. So, now this pastor is sitting with his wife in the training. Her expression was almost as deadpan as her husbands.

My wife likes to bring the small envelopes of powder that you can mix with water to make an energy drink. They help her stay awake and pray during the long conferences each day. The problem is people watch every move we make and so naturally they become curious about her "secret powder." Somehow this pastor got the idea that the powder was a sexual stimulant. Once he got this idea, he began to nag one of our team members to get some of the "powder" from Mama (Alma). His eyes lit up as he persisted, "Ask her ... I really need it; I have to have it." Finally, our team member made the request. All she had left at that point were envelopes of rehydration powder, so she gave him one. 

Our pastor friend became very excited when he received his gift. With a never-before-seen glow in his face, he whispered to our team member, "We're going to use it tonight" and, it seems he told his wife, too, because she also became visibly excited. The next day they were beaming. He whispered to his cooperating accomplice, "We used it! It really works! You have to get me some more!" The power of faith even when misguided. 

From last week's Newsletter

Meet Our Team

Above you'll see Anna Hakim, the woman we've asked to be our farm manager. Anna has her own 75 acre farm North of Gulu. She has trained her farmhands and developed innovative farming techniques all on her own. Because of her unusual creativity and success, Anna's farm has been chosen to be showcased by the president of Uganda as a model farm and to be a business model for women. In fact, in addition to farming, Anna, helps single mothers like herself believe in themselves, and in the Lord, and to start their own farms. We're very proud of her.

Below is John Malinga, a recently retired major in the Ugandan army. John is a member of our Ugandan Board of Directors, a trustworthy friend and ministry partner. He travels with us and helps coordinate conferences and construction in our children's center. We're so grateful to have quality people like him and Anna on our team.