Well John asked that we each give a brief synopsis of the Philippine Mission so here are just a few thoughts from my point of view. Frat Aho...
I’ll explain one stop that we made in the Philippines.
We were on our way from Cagayan de ore to a remote place called Kitcheroo when one of the vans ran out of gas so we had an un expected delay on a busy street near a public park of sorts. I pulled out a guitar and struck up a tune while waiting for the guys to get us on our way. A small crowd gathered to hear the music. I noticed in particular a certain dude who had a dew rag on his head… he looked like a gangster. He seemed to enjoy the music. While I sang I saw a few members of our small missionary band stop and talk to the people. I gave up the guitar to Randy and heard a few more songs… Then he sang “On the Hills of Glory”….. “no young ones crying no old ones dying… on the hills of glory I will tell my story of how Jesus saved a wretch like me.”
I watched as the gangster looking man compelled his friends to come and listen… then I watched as Jesus touched his heart… I put my arm around him and felt him tremble as he listened and silently wept…. Then I watched as Dennis preached the love of Christ to him and the others as we got back in the van and headed for Kitcheroo.
Frat
I’ll explain one stop that we made in the Philippines.
We were on our way from Cagayan de ore to a remote place called Kitcheroo when one of the vans ran out of gas so we had an un expected delay on a busy street near a public park of sorts. I pulled out a guitar and struck up a tune while waiting for the guys to get us on our way. A small crowd gathered to hear the music. I noticed in particular a certain dude who had a dew rag on his head… he looked like a gangster. He seemed to enjoy the music. While I sang I saw a few members of our small missionary band stop and talk to the people. I gave up the guitar to Randy and heard a few more songs… Then he sang “On the Hills of Glory”….. “no young ones crying no old ones dying… on the hills of glory I will tell my story of how Jesus saved a wretch like me.”
I watched as the gangster looking man compelled his friends to come and listen… then I watched as Jesus touched his heart… I put my arm around him and felt him tremble as he listened and silently wept…. Then I watched as Dennis preached the love of Christ to him and the others as we got back in the van and headed for Kitcheroo.
Frat
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