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“Rock of ages cleft for me, let me hide myself in thee”


My life  here in Paphos very much revolves around divine appointments. By that I mean, most days I wake up with no scheduled plans, but by the time the sun goes down there have been seeds sown through conversations with friends that I run in to or new friends that I may have just met on the street that day.

A lot has been going on in the lives of people that we are reaching out to here. Each individual has his or her own story; the gospel has been shared much and relationships have been made and cultivated. Plenty of seeds have been sown and watered; in the past few weeks two young guys have given their lives to God (PRAISE HIM!)!

In all honesty, being here can be pretty draining at times. Sure, the island life is chill and the land itself is unspeakably beautiful. By no means does this draw an equivalent to hearts and lives. A place that is so gorgeous can simultaneously be a harbor for hard hearts to gather. Spiritually and emotionally, yes this field can be hardcore.

However, that is what  I signed up for. This is why I am here doing what I do. Like this one man from Washington DC said one Speakers Week when I was at bible college, “Be tired from the ministry, not tired of the ministry.” He shared this during a teaching on John 4, when Jesus meets the Samaritan woman at the well. Jesus sat down to rest and have some water, because He was tired. What did that lead to? A divine appointment.

Praying over the city.

Praying over the city.

As should be expected, a lot of faith building has been taking place in my own heart. What has God confirmed? I simply need to rely on who He who is and trust that He is doing something. There is much strength and much peace in that. Perseverance goes hand in hand with faith. Pushing forward in His name when everything around you tells you that your efforts are futile so you may as well stop. Why press on? 

14 For the love of Christ compels us, because we judge thus: that if One died for all, then all died; 15 and He died for all, that those who live should live no longer for themselves, but for Him who died for them and rose again. 

2 Corinthians 5:14-15 (NKJV)

That is why. It always comes back to the cross.

I catch myself realizing the reality of my life quite often in that God brought me here. He did not simply just bring me here, but God brought me here to be an example of someone living after His heart. This thought is humbling, to say the least. Why? Because, who am I that God would use me to glorify Himself?! The words of this old hymn surely ring true,

Nothing in my hand I bring, 
simply to the cross I cling;

Thank you for taking the time to read about what is going on in Paphos, Cyprus and  in my heart.  Please take the time to pray for the city and the individuals that dwell here. As the words and the love of God are being shared around here, pray that the seeds sown would take root and that hearts would be softened unto repentance and absolute surrender. Pray for emotional and spiritual support for those that minister here and if you are able to help with my financial support, PLEASE DO. The link to my PayPal is as follows, (https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted_button_id=589WDYYWP7BKW).

Peace and blessings to you, friends and family.


In honor of a new year,

If any of you are wondering, winter is cold. Yes, even on an island in the Mediterranean. The thing that I cannot seem to wrap my mind around is the fact that it is often colder inside homes than outside. Those of you that have spent any amount of time with me in the cold know that I do not have a very high tolerance for this thing called winter. So, how does one as fragile as I survive?

Like so:


That, my friends, is an empty milk bottle, refilled with boiling hot water. Tuck that thing in your vest and carry it around like a little baby, or toss it under your duvet to warm up your bed and you are good to go! This is a little trick I learned from the missionaries here, ’tis a beautiful thing, loved ones.

Cold weather means seasons and holidays, which means January and a new year.

It is about that time of year for the “New Year, New Me” sort of posts concerning commitments, goals and things of that nature. So, without any further ado, HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I got to spend the evening with my Calvary Chapel Paphos family.

As 2014 snuck up on me, I thought of what my goals or expectations for the year are. This only led to the realization that I honestly do not know what to expect/want to happen in this new year. However, I honestly do not know what I am going to be doing a week from today, so how can I pretend to know what I might be doing or what streets I might be walking in 4 or 5 months time? Alas, this is what some might fondly hash-tag, ‘missionary problems’.

This is my life.

Let me not fail to mention that I would not have it any other way.

An adventurous spirit needs adventure to thrive and what is more adventurous than that which is unknown? Maybe this is what the ancients call ‘walking by faith’. I am certainly in the midst of it, with no other option but to trust that God is going to continue leading me and thus, He shall indeed.

Perhaps, I do have an expectation: Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us,to Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen. (Ephesians 3:20-21)

Oh, and perhaps I even have a goalNot that I have already attained, or am already perfected; but I press on, that I may lay hold of that for which Christ Jesus has also laid hold of me.Brethren, I do not count myself to have apprehended; but one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to those things which are ahead,I press toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus. (Philippians 3:12-14)

Yes, I suppose I do have expectations and goals for 2014 after all. Exceeding abundance and pressing on for my upward call. Pretty legit if I do say so myself. As for the details and what that might look like…I’ll let God deal with that. He does a perfect job with the details of my life.

Dear ones, if I could encourage you in thinking of your own goals and expectations for the year, I would give you this sweet quote from Charles Spurgeon:

We will not open the year to the sorrowful notes of the organ, but to the sweet strains of the harp of joy.

In all things, rejoice.