‘I have set an open door before you, and what I have opened, no man can shut!'

My Missions-Vacation trip to Mexico and Guatemala was going really smoothly until…
I had spent the first week with our team in Mexico City and Oaxaca, then 4 days with missionary friends in Puebla. My flight to Tapachula, a border town, had also gone well: I’d met my friends and we’d driven to Antigua, Guatemala where I stayed for the next week.
Tucked into a mountain valley, surrounded by 3 volcanoes, 1 still quite active, filled with beautiful flowers and impressive historic ruins, the entire scenario proved restful. It had been a great time, and now I felt revived, restored and ready to return to my home and family and continue life’s changes.
Monday started early: 3am and I awoke to catch a shuttle into Guatemala City from where I transferred to another bus for a 6-hour ride back to Tapachula, then flights to Mexico City and home on Tuesday. All my trip costs had been covered by love offerings and friends’ generosity along the way and now I was enjoying the final leg of my journey, gazing out my bus window at the passing Guatemalan countryside.
The only interruptions were those intermittent and inconvenient tumulos (in Guatemala), topes (in Mexico), speed-bumps (in English). Surprisingly, people actually build their own tumulos and then stand beside them, right in the middle of the road, with bowls extended, inviting contributions from passing traffic!
I felt a similar tumulo in my up-to-then smooth ride when we arrived at El Carmen, the Guatemalan border crossing.
Confusion reigned! I felt like back in Nigeria in the 80s! My bus was taking us all the way into Tapachula, but the driver advised us we had to take our own luggage off the bus and personally walk it through Mexican Customs. When I got off, all kinds of people immediately surrounded me! Taxi drivers soliciting fares – ‘No, I don’t need a
ride!’ Money-changers hollering out their competing rates of exchange – ‘No, I don’t need any!’ And everywhere, 7 + 8-year olds, who without asking, just grabbed at my suitcase, hoping to lay claim to a tip for helping me. In Nigeria, they’d asked, ‘Can I take your bag, sir?’ and meant it. They’d take it all right, and you’d
never see it again! I felt the same here, so I kept my bags close and my eyes wide open.
Surprisingly, the Customs officers asked us all to open our luggage and thoroughly checked each one. Chiapas State isn’t the most peaceful part of Mexico, so I guess they wanted to make sure we weren’t running guns or dope. I wondered: But why aren’t they checking down at the river where I’d just seen a whole bunch of contraband floating unchallenged into Mexico without any checkpoint?
I closed up my suitcases, beat off a few more would-be helpers, and continued towards the Immigration-Passport-Visa people. But there were none in sight and the
official there just waved me on by to my waiting bus. I thought it a bit peculiar that no one would actually check my passport, but in the midst of all the noise and confusion, perhaps the Mexican and Canadian governments had come to some special understanding, so we didn’t need a visa and passport stamp every time?
I loaded my bags back on the bus and took my seat. The bus drove off and I figured I’d left the confusion behind. My bus dropped me off at the city depot, I got a taxi out to the airport (such a deal! it was 1/2 the price I’d been told, so I thought I was extra blessed!) and I was there, ready for my flight, with 2 hours to spare!
Like life sometimes, my trip was going so smoothly until…
The next tope: Time to check in for my flight to Mexico City and when I gave the lady my passport, she kept thumbing through it, looking for something that was evidently not there. She asked me how I got into the country. I explained my crossing at El Carmen. She replied that I had no Mexican visa paper, but then shrugged, said this was just a domestic flight, and I could get on anyways.
Our flight flanked the sun setting in a red-gold symphony to the west, and then millions of crystalline lights twinkled their welcome to one of the world’s largest metropolises. My home-stay student and his family picked me up right when I arrived. We went out for a wonderful Mexican supper, then back to their home where I had a shower and even slept in a real bed for 3 hours. They woke me up (my second 3am rising in a row!) and kindly drove me back to the airport. I was at Terminal One in the Air Canada check-in line by 4am.
All was going so smoothly until ….
everything hit a sudden speed-bump. My ticket agent was looking through my passport and asked me where my Mexico visa paper was? I again explained how the border officers had just waved me through yesterday and expected that to be enough. But this agent did not look happy. He called over his manager, who looked at both my passport and reservation papers, which made him look even unhappier, and then told me I could not get on my flight without a proper visa paper and stamp!
I replied, ‘But it’s not my fault! The Mexican Immigration officials themselves had been negligent. They waved me into their country without a visa and now these same officials didn’t want to let me out until I’ve got their stamp?
I think I began muttering en espagnol, ‘Loco, loco!’
However, the manager did offer me a bit of hope. He gave me a stand-by boarding pass, and then said all I had to do was pass through Security and secure the necessary paper and stamp from some Immigration official who would be on the other side!
I made it through the first step, but the second proved a seemingly impossible wall!
I did find him, but this Immigration officer spoke very ‘poco inglese’ and together with my ‘pecito espagnol’, the only thing clear was that he was not going to give me my stamp, although it was right on his desk in his hand. He was not helpful at all, but kept on talking about some faraway Gate 19 and Door 10, where they might be able to.
We were at about Gate 28 so I headed down the hallway, my carry-on bags in tow. Ten minutes later (it’s a long way between gates in this terminal!) I arrived at Gate 19 only to find a lone cleaning lady, but no Door 10 anywhere! Not even a Door 1! She spoke solo espagnol, which further frustrated my search, so I turned and ran 10 gates back to Immigration. He was quite put off with me when I told him his Door 10 didn’t exist, insisting it was just outside. So how do I get outside? Do I go back out through Security and count 10 doors to my hidden destiny?
Our language differences didn’t help communication. Another lady stepped in, but only made things worse.
I found out my flight was leaving through Gate 34, so now clutching my Stand-by boarding pass tightly and praying fervently in the Spirit, I abandoned my search for the elusive Door 10, hoping AirCanada would be more helpful.
Another 10 minutes sped past me, and when the agents showed up; the lady said she couldn’t help me, but directed me to the manager, the same dude I’d met at Check-in. This time he proved completely unhelpful, even abruptly advising me, ‘Go back to Immigration, Meester!’
Discouraged, I rushed back to this one who was not at all happy to see me again, and emphatically insisted that the invisible Door 10 held my answer. I thought perhaps I was misunderstanding Door 10 as really Gate 10, so I ran, again with my luggage, another 20-gate marathon.
But Gate 10 was empty, and there were still no doors!
Time was outrunning me. It was now 5 o’clock and I had less than an hour to find the magic door!
I ran back to the Immigration guy, pled with him, appealed to his compassion and sense of justice to just give me the stamp he held in his hand so I could go home. But he didn’t budge. In fact, he was unrelenting, even belligerent.
But then he added something new to the Door 10 mystery. It really did exist, but only opened at 7am!
‘Non bueno,’ I countered, ‘my flight leaves at 6!’
‘So rebook your flight for menana!’
Talk about Catch-22! So was I supposed to stay in this No-Man’s Land, like some Tom Hanks movie character, in this airport for 24 hours or however long? I told him this was ridiculous and they should take care of their own bureaucratic irresponsibility.
Thank God I still knew I could pray: those 88 Days did teach me something.
But I was at a loss of what and how to pray? I’d appealed to the Lord’s power and mercy, taken authority over the devil, cast down his schemes and everything that was trying to hinder my journey. But as I ran back to the AirCanada Boarding Gate, only 20 minutes remained till its departure and every minute screamed more loudly that my plane was leaving without me. Frustrating? Discouraging!
I arrived out of breath and the manager made like I was invisible, completely avoided me, walked right by me and disappeared!
That did it! Any hope I had broke and so did I! At a loss, I virtually crumpled on their counter and cried out: ‘It’s up to you, Father!’ and was reconciled to wait on His Will… whatever. 88 days’ waiting has a tendency to change one’s perspective.
The lady agent I’d first met at this gate then came over and asked why I was so upset. I told her the situation: I needed to go home – today. I poured out my heart about Erica, the last 5 months and how I needed to be with my family!
Then, without a word, she took my Standby pass, went to her computer, typed something, returned and handed me a real boarding pass.... and with a glance to see if her manager was watching? motioned me to board the aircraft!
Dazed, I started walking, down the boarding ramp, onto the plane. I felt like I was reliving Peter’s dream coming out of prison!
Amazed, at how the seemingly impossible had suddenly become so possible!
God was at work, especially in and through this woman’s compassionate heart! I’m now convinced she was an angel – there just to make a way for me!
I sat down in my seat: 12F, and pulled my seat belt tight. There were still 10 minutes till take-off and they still had 10 minutes to remove me from the plane. But I resolved that even if the Immigration guy, the Air Canada manager and a gang of Federales might all appear, they’d have to take me by force. I would not go without a fight! If need be, I would create an international incident. I was not ending up in a Mexican prison!
The 10 minutes passed. The stewardess closed the overhead compartments; the aircraft’s door was shut tight.
But…then it took another 15 minutes for our plane to finally pull away for take-off.
But in that time, I heard His Word speak in the power of His Spirit:
‘I have set an open door before you, and what I have opened, no man can shut. And what I have shut, no man can open!’
Finally we were airborne! We cleared that last tumulo/tope/speed bump.
I had my wings and my heart filled with thanksgiving and overflowed with joy!
God had made a way where there was no way.
Within 7 hours, I was home and my luggage too!
My angel had remembered to even put it on!

Can God turn deserts into oases? Come and See!

Our team returned yesterday from 3 days in the Oaxaca mountains, definitely off the beaten track. Felt almost like ‘Yanquis bandidos’ in a long ago scene from Butch Cassidy + the Sundance Kid! Miles before we turned off the highway, my Jeep companions pointed to a vague line snaking its way up a distant mountain and disappearing beyond… into the heavens?
‘We’re headed up there!’ they motioned. I was sure they were teasing me, but an hour later there we were, looking from the opposite perspective: down rather than up, bouncing around in the back seat from rock face to cliff side, suddenly turning bends, confronting large trucks and barely avoiding swerving motorcycles, wondering how there could be life in the midst of these brown cactus- barrens, let alone towns with people.
No need for Mexico City speed bumps out here!
I’ve been in desert-country before, but this was really bleak… until we got over the top and the views across the canyon proved magnificent! Fields sprinkled the mountainsides; villages clung defiantly to their terraced tops. Winds cleared our afternoon view, but in the evening they whipped in banks of dense fog that spring unexpectedly upon us, rolling around and around, until they opened to a candelabra of glittering stars in the heavens that civilization so often hides.
Kind of like life, right? We tend to get lost in the details and lose the Big Picture!
I drew plenty of parallels to my last 4 months’ journey on this stage of my missionary trip. Endless dry terrain, rocks, bumps, bleak terrain, blind curves… unsure of what was coming next, but waiting for the heavens to open and reveal a once out-of-reach glory such as we’d never been seen before!
Can God turn deserts into oases?
Truly, the Lord is at work and has led me to see what could not have come to light in the valley.
3 wonderful experiences shone through the fog and what had before seemed just a dark valley and barren sky. Nothing is or happens without purpose. God has purpose in all He is and does. His kingdom unfolds in time + purpose. In our complexities, we need to see His simplicity like Jesus: see what Father is doing and follow Him.
1st: Saturday’s Youth meeting shifted sharply when Pastor Brent began sharing about Erica, the 88 Days, how her disappearance touched so many and the irony of how we had been having coffee only a short distance away when Tim found her body on New Year’s Eve. Brent was standing directly in front of me. I stood and took the mic and shared how Erica’s heart was always for youth. At 16, she’d saved her own money, raised funds and bought a school bus so youth like these could attend gospel meetings. As I spoke, the Holy Spirit fell: Ingrid, our interpreter, started weeping, others too and soon Pastor Adonias… and me… and Brent all ended up in a big wet hug, together at the front while the young people watched it all play out before them! Many had heard part of Erica's story and had been praying for us, but now their eyes saw this manifest outpouring: the fruit of God’s love!
2nd: Sunday’s service and about 50 received Jesus as their Saviour! A wonderful harvest with an equally wonderful church response as workers immediately responded to come alongside and + personally counsel and pray with them!
Then a time of ministry to married couples followed and I felt pretty lost, alone and even sorry for myself; like only ½ there without Erica by my side.
I longed for the meeting to be over and began to gather my things together.
But God had other plans and soon people were gathering around, asking me to pray with them!
I felt completely inadequate.
One young woman brought her newly engaged girlfriend and asked for prayer to help prepare her heart for marriage. I agreed and as I prayed, the new fiancee began to tear up. Ingrid was busy interpreting elsewhere, so the friend who had originally asked for prayer stepped in and interpreted for me.
More couples surrounded us for more prayer. The need was evident, so this young woman and I became a spontaneous prayer- translator team over the next hour. After this, Jackie (that was her name) shared with me how Erica’s story had deeply touched her heart, and when Ingrid joined us again, I found myself praying Erica’s Deborah anointing over both of them –warrior women who will not accept the devil’s ‘No’ for an answer, but will stand for truth against this world’s injustice.
God poured out His Spirit again and soon all of us were weeping.
Erica’s legacy is not in vain: He is raising up more Deborahs!
3rd: Yesterday we had an evening meeting with the Sheppards and their church in Puebla. Pastor David has translated my Come Follow Me discipleship booklet into Spanish and after I’d shared about how we need both Word + Spirit wings to cut through enemy confusion, another lady approached me. She was leaving to work the night shift in the local hospital, and I told her I saw her like Florence Nightingale: a Lady with a Lamp, shining light into the darkest places.
As her story unfolded, it turns out her name is Luz which means ‘light’ and she has been using these translated booklets in her work as a psychologist, helping suicidal patients find hope!
She has such a compassion for her patients that she even takes her break-time to encourage them in the Scripture and prayer!
That did it for me! Seeing God work it so my booklet was now encouraging suicidal patients to keep walking where Erica had fallen victim opened the heavens above and the fountains of the deep again!
Imagine: actually meeting a lady here in Mexico named Light using the light of my newly translated booklet to shine against that very darkness that sought to extinguish Erica’s light.
The ways of God are truly beyond understanding!

The 3 Miguels

One of many highlights from the Fuerza Agape Youth Conference we took part in yesterday here in Mexico City:
Remember a movie called The 3 Amigos? Well, I got The 3 Miguels yesterday: all in a row, one after the other, for prayer at end of the meeting. All 3 with our son’s name! What are the odds on this?
M1 spoke pretty good English, but rather than prayer for himself, he asked if I could pray for his friend: M2, who’d never been to a Christian meeting before.
M2 stepped forward, out of the crowd: 16 years old? not tall, with tattoos, piercings and rings all over his ears, lips and nose, black leather jacket, black hair, in fact, his whole countenance looked downcast black.
But he had been all day in the meeting and now he wanted prayer.
M2 didn’t raise his eyes and only briefly did they meet mine, but I felt the Father’s love for him so deeply and I knew in my heart nothing was going to stop Father from engaging this prodigal with nowhere else to go.
He stood in front of me, head down. And I began to pray… just simply that M2 would see, hear and know Jesus as the Father’s love-gift in the midst of his confused and confusing sin-sick world. I took authority over anything that would try to separate him from this love. As my hand barely touched his forehead, his body suddenly started to quiver, then shake and weave from side to side. Tears broke from his eyes, flowed down his cheeks and M2 fell out of control, forward, right into my arms which could barely keep him standing! It all happened so quickly and
unexpectedly, all I could do was stand there, holding his virtually collapsed form against my frame, praying healing for his heart, mind and whole being. I felt tears saturate my shirt. Something wonderful was indeed happening!
Time was giving way to eternity; a once-closed heart was opening to the infinity of Father’s love.
His arms held, then folded and tightened around me, almost like in a wrestling match he was determined not to lose.
Then just as suddenly as he’d put the hold on me, he now released me. I raised his chin, lifted his head upwards, looked into two very different, now clearly bright eyes, and asked him if he wanted to receive Jesus. He replied he didn’t know what that meant.
Now I could have tried to explain this in my very incompetent Spanish, gone for the kill and got him notched on my born-again, new converts belt, but I felt to not pressure him and called his friend M1 in to show M2 the Jesus Way!
M2 gracia’d me and I felt a simple assurance that M2’s born-again experience would not tarry long after such an encounter with the Father.
M1 + M2 walked away together and next in line appeared M3: much younger, only 7 yrs old? and this little guy had decided he wanted prayer too, all on his own! Jesus’ words rang in my heart:
‘Don’t forbid the little children to come to me, for of such is the kingdom of heaven!’
When I got home last night, I remembered my 3 Miguels and wondered whether our roads might meet again?
Some prayers definitely take less time for answers. Today M1 came to me right after church and reported: M2 gave his heart to Jesus immediately after they’d left me and confirmed his commitment in church this morning!
You don’t always have to hit a home-run. Just get a runner safely on base and let the Father bring him home. He is well able to complete what He’s begun.

God-cidents: His plan unfolding!

We arrived in Mexico City last evening. Our flight was late, but we were right on time!

I mean: after 88 days of Enduring, what’s being delayed a couple hours in a comfortable lounge? Waiting no longer reacts with impatience the same as it did before. We landed right in the fullness of God’s time.
This trip was birthed out of this time of waiting. In fact, it was on New Year’s Eve – as I wrote previously, at the very same time Tim was running from the cop’s sirens and into the blackberries to find Erica, I was having coffee only a mere 50 yards away! Pastor Brent from Windword Church + I were talking about what could possibly break the mystery and bring revelation of Erica’s whereabouts and, sensing I was stuck in that waiting period and needed a change after 3 months, he invited me with him on a Missions trip to Mexico in February, where he ministers to growing churches in Mexico City and then further south in Oaxaca. The invitation to do something different than just wait felt good in my spirit; my family even encouraged me, ‘Dad, go for it!’ But before I could confirm, news of Erica’s discovery New Year’s morning changed our lives forever and Mexico disappeared from the picture!
Then, in between New Year’s and her funeral, an eagle (one of our STC students) came to visit me with a Word from the Lord:
I was going to take a trip in February, then for 1 year I will revisit places we’d been over the last few years,
then for 10 years following (that would take me past 75!) lots of new opportunities will open for me to share what the Lord is doing, and then I will re-focus on home and pour into our grandchildren.
Sounded good to me: especially the last part, because I’m a firm believer in relaying the vision and passing on the inheritance to our next generation!
Plus a trusted friend was there to witness to this word’s truth + timing: its messenger knew absolutely nothing about the February Mexico invitation! Additionally, I don’t believe in trying to self-fulfill prophecies, so I didn’t agree or disagree: I just held it in my heart.
Then a couple weeks ago, other Canadian missionary friends in Puebla, Mexico, phoned to tell me they had translated my Come Follow Me discipleship booklet into Spanish and just added I should come and see what was happening and take a rest too! They had no knowledge of the previous invitation either, but I figured if these two pointers to Mexico were in fact the Lord, then He was bringing it together, without me trying to make it happen.
I re-contacted Brent; his invitation still stood,  a seat also was still available on his same flight + the drive to Oaxaca would take us right by Puebla, so they could simply drop me off to stay with the missionaries for a few extra days.
And then Guatemala came into the picture! I’m the kind of traveler who continues to look further from where he’s already at. I’m always wondering what’s on the other side of the mountain, around the bend, or just beyond my present grasp. After all, a man’s vision must exceed his grasp… or what’s a heaven for?! 
Now, we just happen to have other Canadian missionary friends who live in Antigua, the old Spanish Central American capital, and when they heard  I was going to southern Mexico, well! Wouldn’t you know it? they just had to renew their visas outside Guatemala in early March and would be there right at that time – coincidence?
I have come to believe less in accidents or coincidence + more in God-cidents during this faith journey.
So rather than take the 20-hour bus ride through a somewhat questionably insecure Chiapas, I found a  1½ hr flight from Mexico City to the Guatemala border for only $10 more and decided to splurge! Why not?  I soon booked the necessary flights and the journey extended to a further week in Guatemala, with only a relatively short return bus to the Mexican border and flights back to Mexico City and Canada the following morning.
And wouldn’t you know it? The Lord has taken care of even this! Our last year’s homestay student just happens to
live in Mexico City and has invited me to come and be with his family that very evening, rather than just wait at the
airport. Hospitality in action, eh?
And to top it all off: Windword church took up a love offering and paid for my plane ticket. More generosity to me! I think I’m loved!
So here I am discovering new friends: more hungry + thirsty Mexican eagles! Gotta love their flag: it depicts an eagle eating a snake! Now that’s the right kind of symbolism in action: eagles destroying snakes!
Jesus up: devil down!  
No, I’m not lazing on the beach getting a burn-tan, but by the grace of God and His people’s love + generosity, I am once again on one of the front-lines where the kingdom of God is advancing against drug cartels, child prostitution, religious ignorance and self-interested pollutions of heart, mind and soul.
This is resting, refreshing, and restoring, all at the same time.
I can’t just sit home in pain; when He opens the door, I have to mount up and fly for both Erica and I!
Thank you, all of you, for loving, praying, believing and helping in so many ways to make this healing reality!

Surreal Love

Yesterday was a most auspicious and amazing day for me!
A series of appointments which held potential for either great pain or joy just seemed to fall into place without any particular planning on my part.
Kind of like the prospects for Canada’s hockey team at the Sochi Olympics, eh?
First: I had to face the AirCare test again, never a joyful expectation for me.
Then lunch with a friend, and later in the afternoon, I was to have coffee with Tim, the man who had found Erica’s body after our 88 Day Marathon Search.
Life with Erica had always been dramatic, but Life without Erica for those almost 3 months became stuck in an ongoing, seemingly never-ending mystery. I felt unable to move, either backward or forward. Days dragged by, one like another, one after one another. Whatever hope our few leads gendered only vanished just as quickly as they appeared and proved fruitless.
Life was numb, unreal, with little cohesive focus and clear meaning.
Without purpose. Nothing made sense.
And no sense is either nonsense or God-sense. But somehow I chose to trust God would somehow bring His sense out of all the apparent nonsense. After all, that’s Who He is and what He does best!
As we walked into our coffeeshop, Tim described his last month since finding Erica as ‘surreal’.
I especially noted that word because it described the same way I’d felt during the previous 3 months. I’d even used that same word to describe my predicament.
‘Surreal’ defined: a style of art and literature stressing the subconscious or nonrational significance of imagery arrived at by exploitation of chance effects, unexpected juxtapositions.
In simpler words, you can’t make reasonable sense out of what’s happening to predict a sensible outcome.
Described my situation and feelings perfectly.
After all, last Valentine’s Day we’d been together in Hawaii, enjoying lunch on the beach, afternoon snorkelling, exploring a whole new world of colour and life just inches beneath the waves!
But today I wait for her familiar ‘Hi Hon!’ on my cell phone, her footsteps running up and down the stairs, her hugs… but she’s not there. The phone is silent and so is our house. This reality doesn’t make any acceptable sense… it’s ‘surreal’ and I long for yet another glimpse beneath those waves to see what we saw together then again.
It’s no mere coincidence he used that same term: both our live’s directions have been forever changed. My ‘surreal’ described a life suddenly broken, his a startling encounter pointing to new life! My ‘surreal’ had shattered; his turned for healing.
Both our Emmaus-like Journeys have become the reality of Metamorphosis Road… where worms become butterflies and lives change from glory to glory into His image. Together we are now moving from mystery into revelation where His Light gives meaning and the past unfolds as His-story: scripted, directed, redeemed by The One who turns what the enemy intends for evil into our good for His glory!
Oscar can neither come close nor comprehend this kind redemption!
Neither coincidence nor accidents compare with God-cidence.
Tim had never before met Erica. However, he had met our son, Michael while he was putting up new posters downtown after our November family press conference. He said he’d talked a bit with Michael and from that meeting on, he felt strangely connected, involved in the search for this unknown woman.
When he actually found her body, he immediately knew it was her. However, when he contacted police and told them where she was, they were unable to find her after an initial search, so they didn’t believe him, charged him with mischief and put him in jail for the night!
But something more had changed in his life! God was at work and He was not to be denied! God’s ‘surreal’ invaded Tim’s ‘real’ and he would never be the same.
As he related more of the details over coffee, I mentally pieced our stories together and realized that at that same time, a friend + I were having coffee within 100 yards of where Tim was then encountering Erica!
Later that New Year’s Eve, I was home trying to finish a post on how finding Erica was connected with a fresh revelation of Jesus for the New Year. It wasn’t flowing easily and I thought I could perhaps put it off, but then I felt a distinct urgency that I had to post it that night and not leave it till New Year’s Day.
It was God’s Timing: He was moving from the ‘surreal’ of mystery into revelation and I needed to move with Him in His time!
And so today I want to share this fresh encouragement with you from the Lord of the ‘surreal’. This is no mere random act of chance or coincidence that we are seeing unfold here:
1 The Lord chose Erica to be found on New Year’s Day. The timing is significant and this cannot be lost to us. He alone is God who speaks + makes all things new!
2. Somehow God chose Tim to find he:, a man thinking he was running from the police who weren’t even chasing him, running from God, but running into Erica. Though dead, her bones still spoke life into his confusion and like the body that touched Elisha’s bones and sprang to life, soTim’s now being changed and longs to realize and walk in his new identity as a child of God with a Heavenly Father who loves him!
He’s no longer content being an outward-professing Christian without the inward reality.
He’s thirsty for the real thing and it ain’t Coca Cola or anything else found in a bottle.
He and others with such thirst just need to change brands and drink from Holy Spirit wells of living water they’ll find springing up inside that never run dry!
3. And I’ve got 2 more new eagles’ wings: 1Pet 1:11 speaks of suffering + glory that follows! The Friday, January 10 AbbyNews proclaimed: ‘Rejoicing in the Midst of Sorrow’ as its headline for Erica’s story. The Lord made sure He got front page coverage on the day of her funeral for what He was doing in and through us!
4. Pastor Larry Keegstra’s team just returned from their almost 3 weeks’ missions trip to Uganda, ministering in Kids Camps + Crusades. While there, they used a good portion of over $2000 donated in Erica’s memory to finally dig a viable well on the Uganda Jesus Village acreage. Fountains of living water are flowing in the promised land!
5. I passed AirCare! Past problems and fears no longer have their same height since I’ve passed through those 88 Days. 8 speaks of Resurrection and double 8 therefore speaks of our inheritance of Resurrection power released in multiple generations! The enemies’ mountains are really mole-hills. Let God lay your Goliaths low!
6.I’m going for a couple weeks on 1st a Missions trip to Mexico with a pastor + missionaries + then into Guatemala for a week of volcano-conquering with friends.
7.It’s Valentine’s Day: I know it’s late, but please remember: love one another + especially hug your loved ones today, everyday while it’s still today and we are here together. As I wrote here a few days ago:
Yesterday is History. Tomorrow is a mystery.
Today is a gift, that’s why it’s called The Present.
Our life consists of God’s special gifts: relationships which He has brought together and we share in His Presence.
This is called Love and His kind of unreasonable and ‘surreal’ love is well able to encounter this upside-down world and shock its walking dead out of their zombie-like existence.
Jesus’ love does not accept death as its final answer.
I know that now more deeply now.
I’ve seen Him in action through my sweetheart.
You'll always be my Valentine, Dear. I’ll always love you!

I first wrote this on my journey in 1973,
a short time before I became a Christian.
Kind of feel like I’m at a similar place of healing again.
Can one be born again again?

Metamorphosis Road

Forget your hope and lose your past
And soon you’ll find freedom at last;
Destroy your loss, defeat your fear,
Sorrow to drown needs only a tear.
But love... love continuously
As day meets night to become day again
So love… love through all
Brings the rainbow in rain.
Although some may say there’s no gold at the end
And following its course means a lifetime to spend,
Look back from your twilight and clearly you’ll see
The means which you chose are now what you be.
And Love, our One Meaning
Shepherds His fold
To the end of life’s rainbow –
Metamorphosis Road.

Helping Fill Erica's Legacy

The closure to finding Erica that we prayed for has also brought finality. Erica will not be coming to our home on this earth, but we will go to her new home one day. It’s been 2 weeks since our Tribute service and the Lord is walking us through this continuing portion of our journey. One day at a time: enduring = one day more than I thought I could yesterday, but peace and confidence are now replacing the confusion which threatened to engulf us for so long.

What was before an emptying tiredness has turned into filling; my family + I now sense His healing Presence and  growing strength in + through us.
Thank you so much for your continuing love, prayers and support in so many ways: the meals you have provided for us have given us much needed time together and we’re starting to transition to a ‘new normal’. Ricardo’s Pizza even sent us 3 large pizzas last week + we were able to celebrate a couple birthdays that got missed in the midst of our searching.
Thank you for your notes, phone calls, cards – cards were always Erica’s love-language and she would be amazed at the pile still growing in our family room. We’ve heard from people that we’ve not heard from in many years and this brings us a lot of  joy to connect with them again.
We sent over $2000 with Pastor Larry to Uganda this week + he is using these donations to fund Special Projects with the Uganda Jesus Village Kids Camp + other activities his team is leading over the next 3 weeks.
Also, our family wants to thank so many who have contributed toward the funeral costs – we invested our time, money and energy over the years  in raising our family + supporting missions; we had not planned for a funeral at this time of our lives and so this help is greatly appreciated!
And I also want to encourage you to embrace Erica’s legacy in whatever way her memory speaks to you. As was so clearly revealed in her Tribute, investment in the kingdom of God and His people will never run dry. Her inheritance is so rich, varied and vibrant, and freely bestowed upon us here who are yet running our laps in this kingdom marathon.  There are so many areas that have been stirred in individual lives, our community and throughout the world: the needs for genuinely loving one another, forgiving and giving, caring for orphans, supporting and healing those who battle depression, answering the call to intercession.
The need is great, but God’s provision is even greater.
And so I’d like to share the following letter I received last week that really ministered to my heart.
I’ve shared it with family + friends, but now I’d like to share it with you who have stood with us through this valley because I believe it witnesses the purpose and heart of intercession: to come alongside and show us God’s perspective on things we don’t otherwise understand. This is what this intercessor wrote about the last 3 months’ events:

“The very moment I heard via FaceBook of Erica’s sudden disappearance, I began to intercede for her to be found alive and well. I was gripped by the insurmountable pain you and your family were forced to endure through this agonizing time. It was only a few days after Erica’s disappearance that I had a very sudden, unexpected visitation from the Lord. Erica was far from my thoughts at that time. Suddenly Father God spoke. His voice was richly deep, loving and had exuberance to it. Heavenly Father said, ‘Erica is with Me!’ I knew immediately He meant she was in His immediate presence. This is hard to explain, but it was as if Erica was His best present He’d ever received in His entire life. He just revelled in her.

Also at that very moment, the Lord allowed me to experience what Erica had gone through as she transitioned from life here on earth into her heavenly home. I deeply felt the crushing clutches of a heart laden with unbearable depression. It was a yoke Erica could not bear. It was not a God-given yoke, but one her enemy put on her. From mid-chest upwards, this heaviness totally lifted off Erica and she was indescribably free and nothing at all was holding her newfound spirit of joy down! The smile on Erica’s face and the rejoicing coming from her heart as she was released into such amazing freedom were beyond words. Erica was indeed free at last and wrapped in her heavenly Father’s loving arms. I didn’t know how I would tell you this as there was still so much hope she would be found alive. I continued to intercede for the ground search of Erica’s body.
One night as I lay in bed, again I received a powerful Word from the Lord. He told me to command the darkness to give us its secrets. I felt such a powerful anointing. I knew I could never come up with that thought on my own! From that moment on, the command went forth on behalf of Erica’s earthly remains. I commanded, ‘Light be!’ Within 48 hours she was found!  I felt such a relief because at least there now was closure and dear Erica could be laid to rest. It was tearful joyful time!
I trust that these words bring a measure of comfort to both you and your family in this time of deep loss. Thank God for the hope we have in Jesus Christ! We’ll see each other again, and every tear shall be wiped away from our eyes.”

 And I pray this will bring comfort to all of you at this time: you’ve shared our sorrow, now let us also share His joy together. Thank you!