“Why are you so excited about that man’s promise to make a major donation for your missionary budget—I already promised you’d have it?"It had been a rough couple weeks of itinerating to churches to raise our missions budget. I had driven all day to one service and the offering was just over $13. Now a different church was really going to help.
“Forgive me, Lord, I feel like such a fraud. I’m nice to the preachers so they will commit to helping me.”I was praying as I drove our Kayot Mini-home camper to the next church where I found little to respect about the pastor.
Then I heard God speak to me—not an audible voice but much louder than a thought.
“I know you, Dave, and I’m going to use you. You aren’t raising funds for you—they are for me!”
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“Will you accept appointment as business administrator for our mission in the Philippines?”The Foreign Missions Board opened a whole new world to us.
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“If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.” Psalms 139:9,10
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“Get in the car!”
Six days after we arrived in Manila, Philippines, two thugs posing as police hustled me into their car—I was hostage to their evil plans—but God had other plans.
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