S he appeared at first very reserved, and seemed unwilling to hold any discourse with me, attending quietly to her poor little stock of biscuits, sweetmeats, and cigarettes. I offered her a tract, directing her eye to the cross upon it; but she received it coldly, and presently laid it aside. Whether she could read I knew not. Her countenance, however, bore the marks of many a weary year, and her hands seemed no less acquainted with hardship. My heart was much drawn toward the poor woman, and I yearned the Lord to furnish me with some occasion of speaking to her; for I perceived that to press myself upon her would profit little.  At length I bought a biscuit from her, if only that some intercourse might begin between us. Whilst opening it, a poor child came begging; whereupon I took but a small piece for myself and gave the remainder unto her. This little circumstance seemed to make the way somewhat easier. I inquired again concerning the things she sold, and by degrees she beg...

Thank you to those who prayed for this trip. This is a short video of our journey into a village we’ve never been to before. The Lord answered many prayers. Many doors were opened. We had one scheduled house visit with someone we previously met in our town, but God opened so many doors beyond that. I can’t count off the top of my head how many people we were able to speak to about the gospel. Many tracts were taken, several people asked for bibles, plus a few had us in their homes. Needless to say, going into villages and preaching the gospel in the open-air draws a lot of attention. Without the noise of the city, the sound carries throughout villages and can be heard by many. As opposed to “friendship evangelism”, which is no evangelism at all and is unbiblical, public outdoor preaching immediately leads to gospel conversations that otherwise would not happen. This is from a trip to a new village. We were able to reach what seemed like the whole village, walking 10 km throug...

I have been young, and now am old, Yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, Nor his seed begging bread. Psalm 37:25 W e 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 t...

E very seventh week we suspend our usual street meetings and devote the day exclusively to indoor fellowship with the saints. Such was the case this afternoon. The gathering had concluded, everyone had returned home, and we ourselves had already settled ourselves to catch up on some much needed rest when I received a message from the couple with whom we had spoken the previous week. They were inquiring whether we would be holding our usual service at the park that day, expressing a sincere eagerness to know more. I kindly explained our schedule and the reason for our absence. Yet after the conversation ended, a thought pressed itself upon me: they had come expecting fellowship, and now had nothing for them this week. I was deeply concerned. They mattered to my Lord, they matter to me. My wife and I therefore made a quick decision. We gathered our things, set aside our rest, and made the journey to meet them. What was supposed to end as an ordinary afternoon suddenly became another prov...

I am blessed to commend the advancement of the Gospel through the saints at Reformed Presbyterian Church Dumaguete led by Pastor Nate Sonner. Praise God. Jesus Christ is Lord.

M ay the Lord’s work in Dumaguete flourish through His redeemed saints who have taken a stand to bear the witness of the Gospel of Jesus Christ before the public. We share deeply in their joy, joining our spirits with them and all those who stand to proclaim the everlasting glories of Christ Jesus and the sure, righteous judgments of God against all sin and rebellion. There is a holy satisfaction in the public declaration of the testimony of the cross, the only refuge for the lost. As they stand before the public, let their hearts be strengthened by the knowledge that to partake in His suffering is to eventually partake in His glory. May the Spirit grant them a boldness that is tempered with humility and a persistence that remains unfazed by opposition. May the blessings of the Lord manifest in their obedience as they willingly share in His humiliation, advancing by nothing but in the power of the Holy Spirit. All photos and video materials are used with permission from ...

T his age suffers from an erosion of values brought about by fast-changing times and, more grievously, a generation that does not know God. There was a time when womanhood was defined by a fear of the Lord; yet that definition has since almost died out as focus shifted toward the superficialities of mere religion and outward morality. Virtue and holiness—the very foundations of character that are so often absent in our reality—are now sought after in every facet of society other than the Scriptures. The Biblical Womanhood channel is a mother's burden to call the remnant of the flock not to be conformed to the wiles of this world but to return to the old paths. It is an invitation to leave the empty husks of modern thought and return to the life-giving Bread of the Word. We hope to see you there as we seek the good way together. Join the Conversation: Who: Women When: Thursdays Time: 5:00-5:30 PM PST Telegram Link Charm is deceitful and beauty will fade away, but a woman who fears ...

T his day unfolded as a series of seemingly disjointed and unplanned threads, which only became clearer as the hand of Providence wove everything into place. It was by the Lord’s sovereign direction that this afternoon's errand led me to our accustomed place of Sunday gathering; and there, while awaiting my wife’s return, I set myself to the work. I intended to distribute tracts among the passersby, all the while keeping a watchful eye for a station where I might lift up the Gospel, should the opportunity present itself. I saw a pair of Watchtower emissaries plying their wares within the shelter of the kiosk, and my heart was stirred with a hope to engage them in discourse. My previous encounter with their sort had remained a ragged, open-ended affair, concluded only when their leader advised me to seek the counsel of a psychiatrist rather than the face of God. I moved among those resting there, dealing out a few flyers to the gathered souls, and in the course of the work, I exte...

I have previously noted how the L ORD , in His wisdom, provided a reason for our return to these parts. This morning, I went to google maps to scout the surrounding area, curious as to where the local roads might lead. My browsing brought me to the summit of a hill barely a kilometer from our day one location. As I looked out, the thought crossed my mind: "What if I were to proclaim the Word here?" That afternoon, I understood—my leaving my Bible behind was the very purpose for which I was brought back to this place. Photo from Goole Map Upon our departure the previous day, a man had come to that very spot to put up a funeral sign—a local practice to signify that a beloved relative has passed. When we returned this morning, the lady of the shop where we stood yesterday gave us a most cheering report. She pointed to the sign and told us that the man who had placed it there had also taken our Bible with him. She directed us to where they might be found, and so we set out...

As we were returning home from our day’s labors, I caught sight of a familiar figure limping slowly along the road. "Ralph!" I cried out at once. I remembered him as a man full of life and health, but the years had surely taken their toll. He seemed quite changed from the man I once knew. We had already passed him by, but I felt a sudden urge to stop. I immediately turned to the nearest parking space. I could not pass him without a word. My wife made a small gift bag and I was most anxious to hand it to him.

And when these lepers came to the edge of the camp, they went into a tent and ate and drank, and they carried off silver and gold and clothing and went and hid them. Then they came back and entered another tent and carried off things from it and went and hid them. Then they said to one another, “We are not doing right. This day is a day of good news. If we are silent and wait until the morning light, punishment will overtake us. Now therefore come; let us go and tell the king's household.” 2 Kings 7:8-9  In the first instance, the sheer, self-centered disregard of those poor, afflicted souls was truly grievous to read. They crammed their own bellies with the sustenance presented, whilst selfishly hoarding every last spoil they could lay their hands on. Yet, it is a small mercy that, amidst such indulgence, the light of conscience pricked them, and they were brought to recognize their lapse. Even more dismaying is the pitiful truth that their unthinking actions serve as a dreadful m...

My spirit was quite beaming with gladness, and my heart set ablaze once again, when the LORD did mercifully lead me to discover a dear brother who boldly proclaims the glorious Gospel in the public thoroughfares of the Andes, Peru, even accompanied by his own faithful son! Such a spectacle of conviction doth put our own languid spirits to shame, for the truth is delivered not with the rhetorical flourishes of man, but with the plain, unvarnished truth concerning the great spiritual need of our perilous times. My supplication ascends now for this valiant laborer! May the LORD mightily advance His Kingdom among the mountain populace in that far-off land, and through this dear brother's faithful exertions, may He call them home to the fold of Christ! Even at the very commencement of the LORD's work in our own humble sphere, our hearts have been lifted in constant prayer for those unnamed and unknown missionaries who have, with sacred resolve, forsaken the comforts of their mortal ...

Pat, as he is simply called, is a servant of the Lord with a passion for the proclamation of Christ. I had the honor of meeting him and his beloved wife Sarah during the rebellion march at University of the Philippines last Saturday. This meeting has been long overdue. God is gracious indeed.  I have been with a handful of  men in the past who for a time preached Christ in public but went back to comfort and silence. They did not continue or persevere in it. It was just a phase. Perhaps the reason they did it was because it was a "Christian" thing to do and there were others to do it with. However, true calling is demonstrated when men follow through even when others have abandoned you. I have lost count the number of messages I've received along the lines of, 'I want to preach with you.' or 'do you have Facebook so I can follow because I want to preach?' Even, 'I have a burden to preach. Do you give instructions?'  The question is not, do ...

As we made our weary journey homeward, the Lord guided our steps to visit a dear brother in Quezon City, who is currently passing through a most difficult and trying chapter of his pilgrimage. His physical frame is sorely vexed, having wrestled these many months with a severe affliction of the back—a pain so sharp and persistent that even the simplest motions are rendered excruciating to him. Yet, this trial is compounded by a heavier concern: he is now facing the disheartening prospect of being stripped of his earthly livelihood, for his body can no longer sustain the demands of his daily employ. His strength doth fail him for his duties. May the God of all comfort minister to his body, sustain his spirit amidst this double chastisement, and show him that even this crucible of affliction is measured out by the hand of the Sovereign Physician for the eternal profit of his soul! Photo by K The visit was, alas, of brief duration, yet it afforded us the cherished opportunity to share a si...

Last Lord's day after finishing with our worship service we headed out again to Grace Plant Santa Maria Reformed Baptist Church, after pastor Reuben graciously invited us to their in-house service prior to their flight back to the UK. Lord permitting he will be back next month to continue with the work. It is always precious to be around people who love to talk about Christ. Brother Reuben is such a man. With regards to the general state of Christendom here in Bulacan, the city itself being huge, it is also an open door that is perfect for the planting of the gospel. Sadly public preaching here locally is a trivial church activity. A tedious chore no average professing church-goer will undertake - unless either the church is going, or they are asked to. It is not something the nominal attendee will have a burning passion for. The darkness prevails because the gospel is mostly kept within closed walls. The gospel is not preached to the people because the pastors do not believe it to...

The LORD in His tender mercy has once more breathed upon the smoking flax and caused its faint ember to burn afresh. Such encouragements have often come unto me in seasons most needful, arriving not a moment too late, but in that wise providence of the Father who knows well the precise hour wherein His child is weary and near unto fainting. I have received many such gracious helps from His hand—those quiet mercies which seem small unto the eyes of men, yet are glorious refreshings unto a discouraged soul. I have often considered the matter of labor and fruitfulness, and have found my own thoughts too frequently governed by the feeble judgments of human reason. A man casts a seed into the earth and departs from it; he leaves it there unseen and forgotten beneath the soil, and when he passes by in another season, behold, a tree has risen where once there appeared nothing but bare ground. So does the Lord often work in ways hidden from our sight. Many a time have thoughts arisen within me...