The life of a missionary is often humiliating. There I said it. I wanted to say it was a humble life but really it’s more like humiliation.
When we first met Señor David, he was refusing food and drank a sip of water once a day. He was wearing only his underwear and was so skinny that I could count nearly every bone. He was groaning in pain and anxiously asking if Jesus would come get him. According to the family, he lived a sinful life, and now at his dying hour, was wondering if God could possibly forgive and receive him.
We recently moved into our new office and chapel! We’re excited to share a few things with you to thank you for your support, especially those who gave to the capital campaign!