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Moving Missionaries


I thought that I would start this week out with a bit of an update on health issues (doesn't that sound interesting!), and ministry moves. My stone is still with me but I'm going to a urologist this week. I'm also going to the dentist to get an x-ray of my jaw. I think that I might have broken it in the fall. Nuff-o-that for now.

We have received an offering that combined with some other budget cutting moves should give us enough to make a move. Our move is ministry related in that, as already mentioned in previous updates, our team is scattered through out the city and we need to be closer together. Our house will become the parsonage for Davi and Claudia, and we will rent a house for a year and a half (our next furlough date).

Last night we had fifty-two in service and I preached from Matthew 21.18-22. For those familiar with the passage it is interesting to note that figs grow here in Brazil. The fruit comes with the leaves (actually it starts before the foliage). Thus when Jesus went to find fruit (even though Mark tells us that it wasn't time for figs yet) He was looking for what the tree was advertising. Just like the religious leaders (and many Christians these days) who had made a religious show but in reality had no fruit.

Pray for our small but growing congregation.

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  1. I love the fig tree application!

    Hope you get back to 100% physically very soon. Must have been fun preaching with a hurting jaw!

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