This is who we are....

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Andy is an MK from Brasil. Gina is a hometown girl from SE Wisconsin. We met in Waukesha, fell in LOVE...well, that is the beginning of a long story, that won't fit into this spot. Since that day, we have been living and moving, and living, and moving, and yes moving some more! We have served 6 yrs in Brasil, and 4 yrs in Thailand. In both countries our main focus has been on the education and discipleship of high school students. Now we are working with college students. Our desire is to help them know the Lord better. We are serving at Ethnos Bible Institute in Waukesha, WI. Andy is the Dean of Education, and Gina is overseeing the campus library. We are privileged to be discipling the next generation of Christian leaders who will serve the Lord in foreign countries and in their local communities.

Monday, May 23, 2016

FRANCE MISSION TRIP


This upcoming August, Andy and a group of servants from our church, East Troy Bible Church will be taking a trip to France to serve at a missions conference for a group of missionaries in France.  Andy will be the keynote speaker, while the rest of the group works with the children and brings encouragement to the adults.  This trip is unique because instead of going to work with locals, they will be going to serve the missionaries so that they can get a time of refreshment and encouragement with their co-workers.
The team is currently in the fund-raising phase of the trip.  Currently we are selling baked goods after our morning worship service to help cover the cost of the trip.  The cost includes, airfare, food and lodging while they are there.
If you would like to send a donation towards the trip, please contact us and we would love to direct you as to where to send that.  
Thank you very much, and please keep the team in your prayers as they prepare for their trip.

Thursday, May 12, 2016

Are YOU still alive?






I recently found this while scrolling through facebook.  It really hit me hard, I think because of the visual picture it displays.  
My prayer is that I will be a LIVING CHURCH for God.






A new Pastor in a small Oklahoma town spent the first four days making personal visits to each of the members, inviting them to come to his first services.
The following Sunday the church was all but empty. Accordingly, the Pastor placed a notice in the local newspapers, stating that, because the church was dead, it was everyone's duty to give it a decent Christian burial. The funeral would be held the following Sunday afternoon, the notice said.
Morbidly curious, a large crowd turned out for the "funeral." In front of the pulpit, they saw a closed coffin, smothered in flowers. After the Pastor delivered the eulogy, he opened the coffin and invited his congregation to come forward and pay their final respects to their dead church.
Filled with curiosity as to what would represent the corpse of a "dead church," all the people eagerly lined up to look in the coffin. Each "mourner" peeped into the coffin then quickly turned away with a guilty, sheepish look.
In the coffin, tilted at the correct angle, was a large mirror.
When it comes to your spiritual life, are you still alive?

Thursday, May 5, 2016

-These are my words. My name is La’enis. I can say my name now because I am not afraid.

Below is a posted testimony from one of our tribal missionaries.  I am grateful for these stories because it is a good reminder of WHY we do WHAT we do.  Sometimes, it is easy to get discouraged by day to day living that we forget the  BIG PICTURE of living for GOD.

My Name is La’enis

La'enis Photo Credit: Jeff Hunt
La’enis
Photo Credit: Jeff Hunt
My feet hurt from walking all day, and they were cracked and bleeding from the dry ground.  As I walked through the dust on the way back from hunting, I thought about what the kids would say when I came home empty handed again.  They would cry. They cried a lot lately. Sure enough, everyone came out to meet me when I got home and I told them I hadn’t seen anything. When they cried I told them to stop or else the lions would come and eat them. They would have to learn to deal with hunger. We were always hungry. This was what it was like being a ManjĂși. It was dry this time of year and there weren’t a lot of animals to be found. I was afraid though; that we wouldn’t last much longer in this drought.

An example of Chaco dust
An example of Chaco dust
My young son came in from playing and had killed a couple of birds with his slingshot, so that would have to do for food for tonight. I thought about my daughter then. She wasn’t a baby but she could fit into my bag she was so skinny. She had been sick for a long time. I would have to chant over her again, I felt so sorry for her. A really strong spirit had her spirit and I couldn’t seem to get it back. That is why she was so sick. You would have thought I could get it back since my helper spirit was one of the strongest around. Everyone was afraid of me because I was the one with the strongest helper spirit. They were afraid of what I could do to them.

I did feel sorry for a lot of people though; that’s why I helped heal them. I would call up my helper spirit to get the spirit of the sick back. That would make them better. Lots of times I was able to make them better. They had to give me whatever I asked for in payment as they were afraid of me. I had to ask of them whatever my helper spirit wanted or he would get mad at me. Even though I was such a strong healer, I was really afraid of my helper spirit.

A "Bottle Tree" in the Chaco
A “Bottle Tree” in the Chaco
I will never forget that night I worked over my sick daughter. I chanted so hard I could hardly talk. Finally my helper spirit told me to put her under water to try to drown the bad spirit out. It didn’t help. We threw her body out back under an old bottle tree. We didn’t have to worry about burning her body because she wasn’t old enough to come back and harm us.

Even though I couldn’t heal my daughter I was still strong. The people were still afraid of me. Nobody would ever stop me from anything I wanted. They would never want to make me mad. Shortly after my daughter died, the white skins came. They told a lot of the stories we already knew from our past. They didn’t have them all correct though. They said one God made us all. We all know we came from parrots. It’s obvious we came from parrots. They are the only animal that knows how to talk.

La'enis Photo Credit: Jeff Hunt
La’enis
Photo Credit: Jeff Hunt
I listened for a time to the white skins teaching but after a while my helper spirit told me I had to stop. I still listened sometimes but it made my helper spirit unhappy with me. After I would listen to what the white skins called “God’s words” it would take me such a long time to call up my helper spirit. He really didn’t like me listening to God’s words. A lot of my people started to give up their helper spirits about this time, but not me, I was still strong.

The white skins talked a lot in those days about God and what He did for us. If I ever mentioned this to my helper spirit he would cower and then leave me for a long time. I am not sure why he was afraid since he was the strongest helper spirit around. I felt so weak when my helper spirit would leave me. I didn’t know what to do. None of my people would dare talk to me about my helper spirit because they were afraid of me. Well, none that is except my son. I will never forget the day my son stood up to me. No one had ever stood up to me before. Everyone knew what I would do to them if they stood up to me. It just never happened. Except for that day my son stood up to me. He said I was wrong and would go to a very bad place called Hell if I didn’t believe what God’s words said.

Chaco cactus
Chaco cactus
My helper spirit was very angry that my son stood up to me. He begged me not to be done with him. He also told me I should judge my son for what he did. I would have but my wife wouldn’t let me. I started to listen more to the white skins teaching because I didn’t want to lose face. I told the people I was doing it because I wanted to; not because my son told me to. Actually I was listening because I was afraid. I was afraid that my helper spirit was getting weak. Not so many of my people were afraid of me anymore. In fact I was one of the few who were still afraid of everything.

Me and La'enis last May
Me and La’enis last May
Finally came the day when I gave up my spirit for good. I hadn’t seen him around for a long time. I listened to what the white man said about God and about man not being good enough to go to God’s place because God was perfect. I wanted to go to God’s place when I died. I was so terribly afraid of dying. My spirit left me when I understood that God’s son died in my place so that I could go to God’s place when I died. I thought I would be afraid when my spirit left me, but I wasn’t. I got another spirit that day. God’s spirit came to live inside me. I wasn’t afraid of God’s spirit like I had been of my old helper spirit. I was only happy. My stomach wasn’t even full of honey and yet I was happy. Maybe I was finally happy because I wasn’t afraid anymore. It was so good to not be afraid.
-These are my words. My name is La’enis. I can say my name now because I am not afraid. **Intrested in another story involving La’enis? Check out this link: http://blogs.ntm.org/jared-haynes/2015/09/18/a-diamond-in-the-rough/

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