Class Project

Thanksgiving on the Rio Negro
I fell asleep in my hammock, gently swinging between two trees on a beach somewhere on the Rio Negro, under a brilliantly starry sky.  Only to be greeted in the morning by a magnificient sunrise, admitedly, I don´t see a lot of sunrises, but I don´t remember one quite this colorful.  Our boat lazily waited on the beach, we were in no hurry to finish the 10 hour journey from Santa Isabel to Barcelos.  We still had about 4 hours to go, but we´ve been trying to allow time to listen to God, and share as a group each morning.  As I read in Psalms "offer to God a sacrifice of thanksgiving...", a thought occured to me and I turn to Luke and asked "hey Luke, what d

Exploring the Amazon
View Rio Negro Exploration Trip in a larger mapTomorrow (Thurs. Nov. 19th) I'll be leaving on a two week survey trip of a region in the western Amazon. Tim Kubacki, a fellow missionary, has been wanting to explore this region to see the potential for future work. Since we are asking some of the same questions about our future, I thought it would be a good opportunity. Tim and I, along with his sons Luke and Ben, and another missionary, Chelsea

The simplicity of doing without
About once a quarter we have a leadership training workshop called a TLC.  Leaders from city churches and interior churches all come together and receive training in areas such as small group leadership, leading worship, children's ministry, new membership classes, etc.  What makes this workshop different is the setting.  

A class project
Allison, Josh, Zeca, Rómolu, Patrícia, Carlinha and Ronaldo, the church planter from Altamira that has been working in Surubim.In some previous posts I have written about our

Playing it safe
-post by BrinMy children arrive home after an afternoon of Brazilian school around 6:00pm, and with about another 30 minutes of daylight, Ava and Mia usually run to the street to find their neighborhood friends who also just returned home. I pity the neighborhood boys. This group of girls, sometimes as many as a dozen of them, rule the street. Or at least the portion between my house and my neighbors house 20 meters away. They patrol their turf with scooters from my garage and then whatever else they might find around. Adults would call it trash or yard refuse, but they call it a Barbie car, a bowl of rice or whatever they need to fit into their imaginative play. That