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Surprised by Mercy http://www.getthewordout.cc/2017/10/17/surprised-by-mercy/ Tue, 17 Oct 2017 21:48:29 +0000 http://staging.www.getthewordout.cc/?p=2256

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It’s a Friday afternoon and I’ve just finished 3 weeks of teaching at 3 mission bases in 3 countries. We didn’t get away from the base as soon as we were hoping, so it was several hours after class when I finally gulped a big breath of clean, outdoor air. It’s a perfect spring day ~ cloudless, blue sky, a little breeze and the sense of peaceful confidence in what God did for all of us through the teaching. A gap in traffic paved the way for me to walk across to the street and toward the car. I rounded the corner, and that’s when I saw her.

Black pants, white socks, pink jacket, shoulder-length black hair falling over her face, black shoes on the sidewalk next to her purse. She was on her hands and knees, head hanging low. I walked toward her, wondering what to do in this country where I don’t know the language. “You OK?” She looked up. “OK …” Blurry eyes, missing teeth, thick blood dripping from the corner of her mouth and smeared on her hands. Really drunk. She had obviously tripped while stepping from the street to the sidewalk, landing directly on her face. This picture is all too common in this part of the world.

Locals began walking by – staring, ignoring, avoiding, crossing to the other side of the street; I found myself in Luke chapter 10. I kept glancing back to see if my friend was coming; she would know what to do. Until then, though, this woman needed care. I slowly walked closer as she continued to mutter words I could not understand. She wasn’t able to stand, and for whatever reason, she wouldn’t sit on the blood-splattered sidewalk. I could see that the inside of her mouth was like hamburger and still bleeding, yet she seemed unaware. Her nose was beginning to turn blue; on and on she rambled. Soon my friend arrived, and taking one look at this destitute woman, turned white as a sheet. I didn’t know that she weakened at the sight of blood, and so I was there with two women sitting on the sidewalk for very, very different reasons!

As my friend phoned the ambulance to request service, the woman attempted to stand. Stumbling to her feet, another tooth fell from her mouth. She didn’t notice. I stood in front of her, trying to keep her from leaving before the ambulance arrived. My conversation with our compassionate Father never stopped. Soon I began to speak aloud everything I was thinking, in hopes of keeping the woman from wandering off. I took a couple of tissues from my backpack and began carefully wiping the flowing blood from her mouth; she smarted as I touched the underside of her chin. She had fallen so hard. I motioned for her to put on her shoes knowing that it would take several minutes, buying some time. Where was the ambulance? It had been at least 10 minutes since they said they would be right there. The blood had dried on her hands, in her hair, on her clothing, and still, she rambled on. My typically unmerciful heart was softening by the minute.

When the ambulance finally arrived, I was surprised to see the woman willingly step inside for assistance. The faces of the medics expressed hardness ~ perhaps because they had seen this same scenario countless times before. My friend began to show some signs of color once more, and as we walked toward the base to wash our hands, reality began to sink in. I trembled and felt nauseous; I felt the compassion of Jesus … and the hopelessness of humanity without Him. I knew it wouldn’t be long before that woman would find herself once again in the same situation – her and thousands more like her – and I prayed that those of us who call ourselves by God’s Name will find a place in our hearts for them. I’m grateful to see new places of tenderness in myself. I have been the recipient of God’s mercy so many, many times; I know that His mercy, indeed, triumphs over my judgment.

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LaVern’s Testimony http://www.getthewordout.cc/2017/09/29/laverns-testimony/ Fri, 29 Sep 2017 20:13:09 +0000 http://staging.www.getthewordout.cc/?p=2234 We first heard of Mary Jean Powers and Get the Word Out! several years ago.  I was excited to learn she was interested in a mission trip to the Navajo Reservation.  Little did I know God was planning to use Mary Jean and GWO! in very powerful ways.

Mary Jean’s first question to me was, “How can I help you and the ministry at Many Waters Mission?”   Knowing what her ministry was all about, I felt God was about to answer an urgent prayer. “BIBLES for our Navajo!” and He used her to do just that!

And, if that was not enough, He also blessed me with a friend who prays for and encourages me as well!!  Part of Ephesians 3:20 says, “…exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think.” This comes to my mind when we receive cases of Bibles from the Navajo Bible Project ~ every version, large/giant print, Bible study material, DVD’s, CD’s, teen and children’s, as well.  We are like children at Christmas when those boxes are delivered!  Words cannot express the joy of seeing someone get their first Bible in their own language, or one with print large enough to read, or Word CD’s for those who are blind or cannot read. We are blessed to witness the result of God’s Word on the Navajo Reservation, and it is having an impact on many.

From the Navajo Reservation and Many Waters Mission…thank you, Mary Jean and everyone contributing to the Navajo Bible Project.  May God richly bless you!

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Alicia’s Testimony http://www.getthewordout.cc/2017/09/29/alicias-testimony/ Fri, 29 Sep 2017 20:04:55 +0000 http://staging.www.getthewordout.cc/?p=2227 Four years ago my life took a drastic change in direction when my husband, Ben, and I decided to move to South Africa to train youth leaders in the local church and facilitate community development projects in the shanty-towns of Cape Town. We were excited, but also overwhelmed at what lay before us. We had very little idea of what it might be like to live abroad, and desired some guidance and fellowship as be embarked on this new leg of the journey. During that same time Mary Jean began hosting little dinner parties, inviting people who were somehow involved in mission work, whether it be internationally or locally. The invite was casual, there was no agenda for the discussions, it did not appear like any sort of official ‘program’, but these evenings were one of the best ‘trainings’ we could have received before we left the United States.  It was a space where we able to share a meal, the struggles we had in following God’s call, practical travel and living abroad tips, encouragement and prayer. It helped us to do what God had asked of us.

Three months after we moved to South Africa Mary Jean came to visit us. This was under the pretense of doing some teaching in the shanty-town where we were working and making some connections with the YWAM folks in South Africa, but what stands out in my memory, more than anything, was the encouragement and exhortation that she provided- the great conversations, laughter and prayers we shared. At a time when our initial ‘honeymoon phase’ had worn off and it felt hard to do what God had put before us, our time with her was invaluable and allowed us to keep serving.  And man, was the laughter important.

We have since moved back to the United States and, last month, accompanied Mary Jean to the Many Waters Mission on the Navajo reservation in New Mexico. Our host and guide from the Mission, LaVern, has been serving and working on the reservation for ten years. During our time on the reservation I was struck by how easy it was to slip into feeling overwhelmed and hopeless, the heaviness of oppression all around us. As we spent time with LaVern I began to see what a struggle it must be to fight against that heaviness everyday, to chose hope over hopelessness, to encourage life when it seems like everything around you is dead, to chose love over impatience and indifference.  It reminded me of how it felt to serve in South Africa many days.

After our time there, the importance of Mary Jean’s presence was overwhelmingly apparent. She has been visiting LaVern on the reservation for 3 years, and now they have a treasure trove of happy memories. It seems like LaVern rejoices in Mary Jean’s arrival, eager for the encouragement, fellowship and ministry that arrives with her.  LaVern can share about the people she loves on the reservation, knowing that Mary Jean is a kindred spirit who has met them and loves them, too.  This too, reminded me of our time with Mary Jean in South Africa, and how her time there was one of refreshment and partnership in a time when we were exhausted and lonely.

The morning we left the Mission I had my camera out and I caught a beautiful image of Mary Jean and LaVern laughing together. It was then that I was struck by the huge importance of what Mary Jean does.

She allows God to use her to bring refreshment, reinforcement, encouragement, supplies, Bible teaching, prayers, and laughter so that we might be able to continue serving – so that God can continue using us in the lives of others, whether it be in South Africa, Sweden, on the Navajo reservation, or in Grover, Colorado.

Often, when people would ask what we needed in South Africa to help us do our work, my first thought was “People. Would you please come? Pray for more people to come.” While I knew there were many resources we needed, I also knew that what really made a difference in the lives of the South Africans I loved was the relationship that we shared. I could help them plant vegetables and teach them to read, but what really changes a community is when people learn to know and love each other.  I know it wasn’t me specifically, but I was a conduit of God… the hands and feet of Christ. And, while many of the kids I knew needed shoes and books, what they really needed was a hug, words of affirmation, someone who knew them and loved them. This is what God had asked us to do in South Africa, and LaVern in New Mexico, and it felt very overwhelming some days. Thank God for Mary Jean whose encouragement through fellowship and her physical presence helped us to stay and serve.

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Jessie’s Testimony http://www.getthewordout.cc/2017/09/27/jessies-testimony/ Wed, 27 Sep 2017 20:15:21 +0000 http://staging.www.getthewordout.cc/?p=2236 Imagine being in a foreign land far from anything familiar or comfortable, immersed in a culture and language different from your own, on the frontlines of spiritual warfare battling for victorious ground, yet far away from the support of family and friends.

You’re surrounded by teammates of many nations reaching for the same goal – to bring Him glory. The war has been won! Yet the battle rages on. Together you push forward. You pour all that you are into this battle with little rest. Falling down, you reach for the energy to stand again. You’re wounded but you seek strength in the Lord.

The enemy – coming to steal, kill, and destroy – is cunning in all his ways. The battle fought often in obvious ways, can turn unknowingly to attack the unity of believers causing division. Weary from battle, you dream of rest, unsure of how you arrived at your deprived state. Wishing for relief, you trudge on not knowing where to go.

Now imagine a spiritual medic seeking you out among the confusion and pain. With a mud smudged face, skinned knees, and weary eyes you see a hand reaching out to help you up on your tired feet. They offer you a cup of living water to quench your parched lips, fresh bread of life to quiet your growling hunger pains, and a chair to rest your weary body. With a gentle yet direct touch they apply medicine to your festering wounds, drawing out infection that was ignored for too long.

As a medical missionary in Swaziland, Africa, this battle is very real; it has become my everyday life. Some days are more victorious than others, but all too often I find myself in need of a spiritual medic to help before it’s too late. As a nurse I know that an ounce of prevention and attention goes farther than years of repair.

This is where a spiritual medic, like Mary Jean, makes all the difference. When people like Mary Jean can offer missionaries from all around the world a listening ear, advice from years of experience in life and ministry, a refreshing sensitivity to the Spirit, and a love for people to grow into who God has created them to be, it can make all the difference in the world.

Instead of lifting missionaries up on a spiritual pedestal, lift them up in prayer, learn about the battles they face, send them encouraging notes, and if able, go visit them so you may also be burdened for what the Lord has burdened them with. Be a spiritual medic….

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My Experience with the Tarahumara Indians of Mexico http://www.getthewordout.cc/2016/05/18/my-experience-with-the-tarahumara-indians-of-mexico/ Wed, 18 May 2016 22:56:55 +0000 http://www.getthewordout.cc/?p=1789

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My first mission trip to the “third world” was in 1991 with Black Buffalo Ministries. Our destination was Creel, Mexico, and two weeks later, the impact of this poverty-stricken people and the uniqueness of the Tarahumara were forever lodged in my soul. Back at home, I longed to return to the Sierra Madre’s, but personal circumstances changed drastically, and all my hope for future interaction with the Tarahumara was gone.

One specific event from that mission trip stands out in my memory. I was carrying a 50 pound bag of dried corn on my back from a warehouse to our bus in preparation for a food and clothing distribution to a Tarahumara village. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed movement behind me. Turning around, I saw a woman stooped over and picking up individual kernels of corn which dropped from a tiny hole in my sack. As she placed each kernel in the pocket of her skirt, the magnitude of her hunger struck me with a force from which I have never recovered … thankfully. Since the early 90’s, the general health of the Tarahumara has improved drastically, yet the need remains extreme.
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Fast forward to 2008 when one of my intercessors told me that she believed the Lord would begin sending me to Mexico to teach the Word. I had not traveled to Mexico in 17 years, and I had no connections there. Just days after this word from my intercessor, my first invitation to Mexico came from a YWAM (Youth With a Mission) base leader who was a student in the YWAM Denver School of Worship where I was teaching. One thing led to another and soon I was traveling to Mexico several times each year!

You can imagine my delight when I was invited by YWAM to teach a Discipleship Training School (DTS) in – you guessed it – Creel, Mexico! There were a few Tarahumara students in that school, and I found myself excitedly reliving much of the 1991 trip. My translator was an American woman who was married to a Tarahumara; his primary ministry was translating the Bible for his people! My genuine fascination with his culture as well as his work prompted many personal conversations, and we became good friends.

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The last time I taught at the YWAM Creel base, I had the honor of presenting a Walk Thru the Bible Old Testament seminar. The class consisted of 35 adults from 4 different nations – Mexico, U.S., The Netherlands, Costa Rica and Germany – as well as 8 Tarahumara toddlers running around! Thirty of the thirty-five were Tarahumara church leaders! I taught the seminar 4 hours each day for 4 days, with translation into Spanish. Literacy in the group ranged from college graduates to illiterate Tara’s. Some of the students understood English only, others only Spanish, and a few, neither! Culturally, the Tarahumara are not a demonstrative people, so when I saw the first smile, I was elated! As each day passed, more and more students were openly participating with smiles, and an occasional chuckle; at times the men even volunteered a response or a question, or offered to lead the group through the hand signs! By the end of the seminar, every person, every age, regardless of language, culture, education or race was in a circle doing all the hand signs with smiles on their beautiful faces! It was one of the most rewarding teaching experiences of my 35+ year career!

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Torah Scribe in Israel http://www.getthewordout.cc/2016/05/18/torah-scribe-in-israel/ Wed, 18 May 2016 21:59:00 +0000 http://www.getthewordout.cc/?p=1784

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Masada Scribe (4)

Masada is home to some excavated ruins of a synagogue.
Inside the synagogue was a Scribe who was copying the Torah by hand. You can faintly see the steam that was continually over the parchment to keep it from cracking. Scribes must memorize approximately 4000 Jewish laws, and all of the letters (Hebrew reads from right to left) must be the same size; none of them may touch another. If mistakes are made, the parchment must be disposed of. It was fascinating to watch!

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Houston Airport http://www.getthewordout.cc/2016/03/18/houston-airport/ Fri, 18 Mar 2016 22:24:56 +0000 http://www.getthewordout.cc/?p=1787

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I saw two Catholic priests at the Denver airport, and then saw them again in Houston. Since we were waiting for the same plane to Chihuahua City, I approached them, asking if I could speak with them; they graciously consented and gave me their attention.
One of them could speak English well and began translating for the other straight away.
They were from Rome and had been teaching some seminarians in Denver. I asked them how their concept of God had changed through their years of ministry (they were both older than I), and how that had affected their teaching.
Their eyes sparkled with love and light as they began describing how they had learned that God is less “strict” and more merciful and patient than they had ever imagined. They both said that they now teach with much more hope and joy than they did when they were younger.
They relayed a story about two women in their 30’s who had approached them in Spain to thank them for being priests, and how surprised and blessed they were by that because of the prevalent anti-religion attitude in Europe.
We talked further about how important their job is to accurately represent the Father-heart of God, especially in regard to the worldwide destruction of the family. They strongly agreed, and later asked me to pray for the situation they would be facing in Chihuahua City.
It was definitely a mutually encouraging encounter.

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