In 2008, while on a construction trip for the Hope House in Ecuador, Missionary Joil Marbut carefully aimed a question at me, “Matt, would you consider coming down here, I need your help, there are 600 Shuar villages that have never heard the gospel”? (the gospel is simply, the good news of God’s love) That question hit a bullseye deep in my heart. Yes, I felt the conviction and urgency, but how in the world does one...
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Part I precedes this, you may want to read that first – click here. … what seemed like my for sure ‘salvation’, was only a mirage. The guys continued to half drag & carry me up to the Police truck, but the crowd had quickly grown to about 50 and they were not just going to hand me over. When the police got out of their truck, they were quickly surrounded and afraid for their lives. They are Ecuadorians in Shuar...
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The Monday morning of September 19th started out fairly normal except for the fact that it was our first day of doing homeschool with Sophia & Zak. If you told me I’d be in the “dog house” by nightfall, I’d be the first to say, “yah, I probably deserve that”! But a night in jail? – that was definitely not on my radar! Here’s how it all unfolded: After visiting our local clinic, a...
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On this day, October 3rd of 1929, my hero was born. My grandmother named her Helen Rita. My Mom gave this amazing foto to my Dad in 1945, she was 16 and he was an Army Yankee boy stationed near West Palm Beach, Florida. Their paths crossed in a little church, she was playing the trumpet and he the trombone. (And 45 years later, history repeated itself as this Yankee boy was smitten by a Southern Belle singing in church!) They were...
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