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So, we get to Wal*Mart and ask where we are suppose to set up to do our Cantata and we get blank stares. What? We don’t know anything about a presentation for today. “Well, I talked to Rita about a month ago and she said, ‘Saturday, December 18 will be great!’"

“Rita is not working today.” More blank stares. “We need to call the manager.”

After nearly an hour we were allowed to sing. Praise the Lord we had you praying. Thanks, Tom, John, Jake and Justin! We needed your intersession.

joe and mary

At Walmart here in Sorocaba there is a man that travels throughout the store describing different products that are on sale. Usually I pay little attention to him because his always talking so fast and describing stuff that I’m not interested in.

Today, however, he came over and introduced our church to the entire store. He then proceeded to ask Alexandre about the true meaning of Christmas. He said, “You as a pastor, have you noticed that we are forgetting the True meaning of Christmas?”

What an excellent opportunity to share with about a 1000 people or more. The store was packed! We praise our Heavenly Father for this tremendous blessing. Pray that the seed planted today will bring fruit to His Glory. 

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  1. If this could have happen in US. We have been praying for you and your team. We are praying that fruit will come from this.

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