FAIR SUNSHINE

I have been young, and now am old, Yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, Nor his seed begging bread. Psalm 37:25 We have now been (back) in Peru for one year, as a family of four. When we first arrived in Peru as missionaries, we had no children, and we had only been married for six months. We had also been saved for a very short time. One of the first books that marked our lives and ministry as young Christians was George Muller’s “Answers to Prayer” . This book impacted our lives so deeply, that we asked God to give us the same kind of faith that George Muller had. Many people have said that George Muller had the gift of faith. However, he never considered himself to have the “gift of faith”, but was only obeying what he saw in the Scriptures. George Muller was a man who brought all of his prayers and requests to God, pouring out his needs to Him, and trusting that God alone would impress the hearts of fellow-believers, who in turn would feel the burden, desire, and need to...

Journal Entry. 20th July, 2026. 1:42 AM The heart of man ever leans upon seeking its worth in that which it can accomplish. Some labor to distinguish themselves by success in their calling, others by the esteem of men, and not a few by an outward diligence in the duties of religion. Even the preaching of the Gospel, if divorced from love towards Christ, may become but another work whereby the conscience seeketh to justify itself before men or to quiet its own uneasy accusations. Yet such pursuits take us very far from true rest. Performance is a master that is never satisfied. The more it demandeth, the more it requireth; and the soul that serveth it soon findeth itself wearied by its labors and embittered by its continual disappointments. No measure of human achievement can bestow that peace which God alone is able to give. But when the soul is brought to behold the love of God in Christ—a love that had its beginning in His eternal purpose and shall know no end—it ceaseth fr...

But to him that worketh not, but believeth on him that justifieth the ungodly, his faith is counted for righteousness. Romans 4:5 It is a wondrous mystery that the thrice-holy God should delight to reveal Himself as the God who justifieth the ungodly. He who is infinitely righteous declareth the guilty, "not guilty." He pronounceth the condemned to be innocent, not by overlooking their sin, but by satisfying His own justice in the person of His beloved Son. The ungodly are those who, by nature, desire nothing of God and have no delight in Him. They are estranged from His life, at enmity with His holiness, and content to remain far from Him. Yet it is precisely such sinners that God delighteth to justify. He doth not wait until they have become godly before receiving them; rather, He justifieth the ungodly, that by His grace they might become what they never could have been by nature. Herein shineth the glory of the Gospel. God is not merely the Judge who conde...

O f late there hath appeared some encouragement in our public meetings, the number of hearers seeming to increase, and certain familiar faces returning from week to week. I have been somewhat comforted in the hope that the Lord, if He be pleased to grant us perseverance in the work, shall in His own appointed season cause the seed thus scattered to bring forth fruit unto the praise of His glorious name. Yet I should take caution not to look too much upon appearances, but continue in the work whether I see fruit or no, knowing that the increase belongs wholly unto God. As for myself, I find the same fear returning whenever the hour draws near for me to stand before the people. I had once supposed that much doing of the same thing would make it easier, but I find it otherwise in spiritual things. The fear remains so long as the wretchedness remains. Experience may teach a man what he is able to do, increasing his confidence in himself; but faith grows quite differently. The more I am...

Journal Entry. December. 2022. 3.56AM How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand.. Psalm 139:17-18 Photo by AverySeasonArt S ome of the things (we often forget) to be thankful for today.  The air you breathe. Breathing tube patients will tell you. One beat of your heart. People on the donor waiting list will tell you. You woke up this morning. Somebody else didn't. When you opened your eyes you can see. People who lost their sight will tell you. When you try to speak you have a voice. Mute people will tell you. When you swallow your food you enjoy its taste. People who have to dig through trash to eat will tell you. When you drink clean water it refreshes you. People who live under the bridge will tell you. You have painless bodily functions. The old man who abused his body in his youth will tell you. The roof you live under. Homeless people will tell you. Your spouse hugging you...

Journal Entry. 3rd of December, 2022. I remember one very late evening back 2018 as I sheepishly stepped down the flight of stairs leading to my personal parking space, stressed out, and burned out. I had to stay for a week in the studio because the movie we were doing was nearing its deadline. Decisions, signing checks, meetings, strategizing, doing my own shots, making sure the servers were up and going, taking and making calls.. I walked to the station of the security guard on duty who was to open the gate for me, and he was dozing off. I stood there looking at him wishing I had the simple luxury of sleeping like he did, of dealing with simpler problems, that I envied him and thought of magically exchanging places with him at that moment. I gently woke him up taking care not to startle him. He was so embarrassed and kept apologizing that he slept on duty. "It's ok," I said consoling him, "your job is difficult as it is and you must be tired." "Ah yes...

Journal Entry. 2021st November. I thank the Lord for the season in which I nearly forsook my own family. At the time, I imagined myself to be master of my own course, wandering wherever my desires carried me like a rabid dog loosed. Yet I now see that I was never beyond the sovereign hand of God. Though I knew it not, I was upon a leash. Blessed be His holy name for that leash. I thank God that He was pleased to lower me into a pit of mire and filth until I sank beneath the weight of my own corruption, scraping the very mud at the bottom in utter helplessness. Yet it was never His purpose to abandon me there. He wounded me that He might heal me. He humbled me that He might exalt me. He brought me to the end of myself, only that I might find my beginning in Christ. In those days I blamed my wife for my unfaithfulness, while all the while it was I who had been unfaithful. She blamed me for her bitterness, while all the while it was she who had become bitter. For fourteen years I drank...

Journal Entry. 2nd of July, 2022. 11:46PM credit to the owner  A man will never leave the world until God gives him new eyes to see the beauty in Christ.

All men possess faith, yet not all faith is true. T he question is not whether a man believeth, but what he believeth, and whether the object of his faith—is able to save. Faith, however sincere, is only as trustworthy as that upon which it rests.

A s part of our public reading, I continued from the passage we had previously considered with the saints during our indoor gathering on the seventh week. As hath often been the case, I found myself at a loss on how to approach the text on the journey to the park. Yet though my hands were upon the wheel, my heart was upon its knees before the throne, pleading with the Lord that He would grant me the honor of lifting up Christ before the people. This He so graciously granted in exceeding measure. Take heed lest any man deceive you: For many shall come in my name, saying, I am Christ; and shall deceive many. Mark 13:5-6   From the beginning of history, the enemy hath employed one weapon above all others to draw men away from God: deception. It hath assumed many forms throughout the ages, yet perhaps none is more subtle or more devastating than flattery. Our first parents, though created upright and dwelling in a sinless world, were not enticed by threats, but by promi...

The Lord's very first gift to me, in the first week after He was pleased to save me some thirty-six years ago, was a book: The Autobiography of George Müller . Little did I know that it would leave so deep an impression upon my soul. In many respects, the course of our life and ministry hath since been patterned after the lessons it taught. It also became the inspiration for the journals I would later begin to write. Upon its first leaf I penned a simple dedication: "To my Lord, because I easily forget." Those words have remained with me ever since. The pages of that small journal were filled with countless needs and the Lord's particular answers to each one. Through every account, He seemed to say, "I am real. You can trust Me." And trust Him we did. The years have only confirmed what that first book taught me. Time and again the Lord hath met our needs with remarkable faithfulness, not always in the manner we expected, but always in the manner He knew t...