"My boss is the Antichrist..."

            Andy, Ukraine: Marky and I took our guitars to the city center where we witnessed, sang, and won many souls to the Lord's Kingdom. Soon we spotted a group of needy-looking young people dressed as rebellious metal heads. We shot up quick prayer and approached them with the posters "The Four Horsemen" and "Who Pulls the Strings?"

            After a few minutes of conversing, we asked them if they'd like to hear a song or two. They seemed reluctant, probably thinking that we'd sing some lukewarm, churchy songs, but that wasn't to be. I pulled out the guitar and Marky used the guitar case as percussion as we growled out several witnessing songs and songs from "The Lion, the Dragon, and the Beast."

            The demeanor of the group changed, and soon a fairly large crowd of interested onlookers began to gather around us. In the crowd, I noticed a very large fellow watching us from a distance. When we started to sing, "The Antichrist Shall Come," this man suddenly seemed shocked and alarmed.

            After the song, Marky and I witnessed to some of the people standing around when this big fellow walked up to me, pulled my arm and nervously asked, "How do you know about my boss?" I struggled to keep myself calm, as I prayed for the Lord to give me the words to say. I began to talk to him about the Endtime, and then he told me that he and his friends communicate with the netherworld, and they had received messages that the Antichrist would soon be ready to begin his job.

            I thought it was an awesome confirmation of the Endtime! I continued to witness to him and answer his questions, after which he prayed to receive Jesus and declared that he would forsake his Devil-worshipping. Praise the Lord!

"From today on … changed!"

            Francesca, Central Asia: We set off for a town in Central Asia, which is a beautiful masterpiece of God's creation, and a hot spot for summer witnessing. During summer, people from all over Central Asian countries are attracted to this place situated between mountainous snowy peaks. This year, we were a rather unique team—five girls and six little kids! Some people thought we were from some kind of school, since our kids were speaking English and Russian, performing, doing art projects, reading in both languages, and doing all the normal things that Family kids do.

            One evening, while sitting on the porch of the little cottage we were staying at, a young man struck up a conversation with our children. I gave him a tract, which he read right away, and then prayed to receive Jesus. He then said, "You know, I've observed your family each day—how you take care of your kids, how you talk to them while at the beach, the things you dotogether—and I am really impressed! Thank you so much for this tract!" This was very inspiring for us to hear, because most people we meet here are either pagans or Muslims, and not open to Christianity. But the Lord has been using our children and our sample as a witness to bring many to Him.

            Another evening, Daniela and I witnessed to two men. The one man, Jenia, was open to our witness and received Jesus with us. While talking with him, one of his friends who had been very skeptical of our message approached us and joined the conversation. Right away Jenia exclaimed to him, "From today on, I will change my life, fall down on my knees, and accept Jesus!" His friend looked so shocked, he could only manage to mutter, "So that's how it works, huh?"

Mercy Mission to Northern Nigeria

By Joan, Ghana

            After seven hours of driving, we arrived at our destination, a village in the north of Nigeria. We were met by a 60-year-old Dutch doctor who has been working with deprived women in these areas for the last thirty-three years. These particular women suffer from a condition called vesico-vaginal fistula (or VVF), which is caused by obstructed labor that is not relieved in time by a C-section, and as a result they develop VVF and are subsequently cast out of their communities because of this condition. We felt like novices compared to his vast field experience (after so many years spent among them, he could speak their language fluently, and understood all their customs and problems), but we determined to do all we could to help. 

            We got the quote, "Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day, but teach him how to fish and you feed him for life"; so we knew that just helping them once was not the solution. Back home, we raised enough support to buy each one of them a sewing machine and hire two local teachers to teach them to sew, and how to read and write. It was amazing to see them learn eagerly, and make progress so quickly.

            After six months of intense training, we held a small graduation ceremony, and it was an event I will remember for the rest of my days. All the women wore matching outfits they had sewn themselves, and proudly came up to collect their certificate, and donated sewing machine. Each one came to thank us for helping them, and especially for giving them hope that they could achieve something in their lives. The doctors and staff of the hospital also thanked us profusely for helping these ladies. We are now starting on helping another batch of twenty girls for the next six months of training.