<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998694313749537349</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:19:34.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CCWC Short Term Missions</title><subtitle type='html'>"How can they hear without someone preaching to them?"  Romans 10:14</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Followers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03332177425056677944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/R_y62eSGptI/AAAAAAAAABs/m2awtoZdHew/S220/lighthouse.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998694313749537349.post-1738794127822158961</id><published>2008-10-03T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:10:14.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 5....... The Crusade</title><content type='html'>We went into town today and broke into teams. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While one did street evangelism the other made home visits. We visited the home of three ladies that afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252956492153208082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOZAGSdfvRI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/4T2S0rN8o7M/s400/brazilmisc+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252956505474203826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOZAHEFeALI/AAAAAAAAAUo/juKKcixBYRQ/s400/Cruise+and+Misc+2008+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252955349567157154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOY_Dx_wM6I/AAAAAAAAATg/ZcCl8FBLVNc/s400/church.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In first home an elderly blind women was treated for dehydration ! She was a feisty woman, and none of us will ever forget her. Through her pain and long suffering, that day she accepted Christ’s gift of salvation. But REFUSED to let us give her a bath. ☺ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the next home we bathed a women bedridden with stomach cancer. With only her daughter to look after her and she was unable to receive the care she desperately needed. She had a had horrible infection and it took a few of us to hold her down as her wounds were cleaned. Elizabeth, one of the youngest girls on our team became a hero that day. She was able to communicate with the women and help keep her calm as best she could while she could help clean out infection inside of this woman that had been untouched for years. You couldn't help but cry as she screamed out in pain, everyone was forced to ponder the existence of evil and suffering in this world, especially when such suffering strikes a fellow believer. But in the mists of all her pain she still asked to be baptized. And that moment Deb baptized her with a bowl of water, right there in her bed. A testimony to the great strength and perseverance we find in Christ.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252956489268731698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOZAGHtyHzI/AAAAAAAAAUI/hl9wTBgYAQE/s400/brazilmisc+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252954666701330578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOY-cCH2mJI/AAAAAAAAATY/5hIDt0kVYK4/s400/Brazil+Mission+Trip+(729).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our final visit we baptized a woman who has been confined to a wheelchair for the last seven years due to a botched epidural. After evaluating her Donna had high hopes that w/ the proper psychical therapy she could walk again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252954660960295602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOY-bsvFWrI/AAAAAAAAAS4/m69btsHy-w8/s400/101_0980.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252954659508916466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOY-bnVDEPI/AAAAAAAAATA/Ib1_1ucBE50/s400/101_0990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an amazing day. We had a big gathering in an indoor/outdoor arena with face painting, smiling faces, laughter, prayer, testimonies, hugs, dramas and fellowship ...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252955350994272738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOY_D3UAQeI/AAAAAAAAATo/Ciffhno5uWc/s400/facegirls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252956494176097874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOZAGZ_yllI/AAAAAAAAAUY/EFGQvJSI7Mg/s400/prettygirl.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252956503460902370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOZAG8lddeI/AAAAAAAAAUg/lgnA-JBKFBU/s400/romulus.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252954664867146930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOY-b7SjLLI/AAAAAAAAATI/GQK9uiItfAg/s400/101_1005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the drama team in Brazil.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252954669434330946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOY-cMTc30I/AAAAAAAAATQ/Y2amoL6d4So/s400/101_1021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here is CCWC getting their butts kicked by the Brazilians.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252955357219929298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOY_EOgUPNI/AAAAAAAAAUA/jlbRPRGrQgU/s400/soccer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some got more tired than others..... hee hee hee.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252955357244777874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOY_EOmPZZI/AAAAAAAAAT4/L_qdmdVIl7I/s400/tiredluis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the fun and games we had a worship service where many people from the surround area came to hear the worship music and the word of God. It was beautiful.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252955351716565570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOY_D6ANkkI/AAAAAAAAATw/efepzZbjKFw/s400/worshipgym.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The little girl sitting next to Laura raised her hand and said "yes" to Jesus that night. Laura explained to her what she just did and both of them embraced eachother as they finished listening to the word of God preached to the crowd by Pastor Dave Covic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252958082595217234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOZBi3Ua31I/AAAAAAAAAUw/6qlXe3OPQbk/s400/l_99aac5d762a0ec69ad9eec407f10f171.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This day was perfect.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998694313749537349-1738794127822158961?l=ccwcmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/1738794127822158961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1998694313749537349&amp;postID=1738794127822158961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/1738794127822158961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/1738794127822158961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-went-into-town-today-and-broke-into.html' title='Entry 5....... The Crusade'/><author><name>Followers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03332177425056677944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/R_y62eSGptI/AAAAAAAAABs/m2awtoZdHew/S220/lighthouse.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOZAGSdfvRI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/4T2S0rN8o7M/s72-c/brazilmisc+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998694313749537349.post-1706317613922936108</id><published>2008-10-03T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T09:47:46.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 4.........a day of work</title><content type='html'>We split into different work teams today......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some worked on the clinic for most of the day, putting in shelves and organizing all the donated medicine. As well as treat walk in villagers with sicknesses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252948123187661762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOY4fJony8I/AAAAAAAAAR4/yCPNlFeWPQI/s400/girls+clinic.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252951166492267106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOY7QS0-0mI/AAAAAAAAASg/2P73iU9vJbQ/s400/biancaclinic.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252941931209329762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYy2ut8jGI/AAAAAAAAAQo/0XzRFufzOok/s400/donna.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One group painted the home of one of the villagers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253341097394885378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOed5Qou0wI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ATmXP6dLGm4/s400/painting2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253341088665738002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOed4wHimxI/AAAAAAAAAU4/iVpyGpXfbmU/s400/painting1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252941937512225138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYy3GMrGXI/AAAAAAAAARA/yrVLoT2Htgk/s400/bluehouse.png" border="0" /&gt; Some worked on a chicken coupe........ the women named it..... "The Chicken House"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252947808355715698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOY4M0y1inI/AAAAAAAAARQ/iGY63RD6kOE/s400/chickenhouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252948325362547010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOY4q6y3uUI/AAAAAAAAASY/ei7fHFo6ihA/s400/housechicken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the some worked on the foundation of the new church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252947810981193986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOY4M-kzKQI/AAAAAAAAARY/8FxCVcyXHk0/s400/denwork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252948117601878914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOY4e003g4I/AAAAAAAAARw/TC4XrLl7dIs/s400/nat+work.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252947813755967906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOY4NI6W2aI/AAAAAAAAARg/rdQ4ktC8Qf0/s400/dorthwork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252941929269168434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYy2nfYCTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/dq1-96_2cLI/s400/work.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252948126295141618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOY4fVNgLPI/AAAAAAAAASA/leD-I8O13P4/s400/hammer.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252948128294910370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOY4fcqSOaI/AAAAAAAAASI/svx6A2usLWY/s400/work.jpg" border="0" /&gt; At the end of the day, we only had ONE injury. NOTE TO SELF "make sure,when dealing with stubborn old nails, that you remember to move your head out of the way while struggling with the hammer" Glad you're OK ,Jeanne.... oh and thanks for the memory! ☺&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252951185718870466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOY7Rac9gcI/AAAAAAAAASw/R0kjyO8HIX4/s400/101_1164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone bought rings and bracelets handmade by the locals. The rings were made from a fruit called "Uka". You cannot eat it, but when it grows to different sizes, you cut it from the tree, gut out the insides, and let it dry out. It becomes hard as wood. So when they catch it at the smaller size, they can slice it up and make rings. Very neat. A lot of us were given rings as well. The hearts of these people were so huge. They don't have much but they were eager to give what they had. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252947803157538514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOY4MhbfptI/AAAAAAAAARI/4ocoRcd86bA/s400/bowl.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252941931254524850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYy2u4uK7I/AAAAAAAAAQw/3a0yL_GZG3Q/s400/angi+girl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252947816808831218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOY4NUSN2PI/AAAAAAAAARo/1z0jVRh9FQo/s400/more+shop.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998694313749537349-1706317613922936108?l=ccwcmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/1706317613922936108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1998694313749537349&amp;postID=1706317613922936108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/1706317613922936108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/1706317613922936108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/2008/10/entry-4a-day-of-work.html' title='Entry 4.........a day of work'/><author><name>Followers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03332177425056677944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/R_y62eSGptI/AAAAAAAAABs/m2awtoZdHew/S220/lighthouse.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOY4fJony8I/AAAAAAAAAR4/yCPNlFeWPQI/s72-c/girls+clinic.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998694313749537349.post-511442052170690679</id><published>2008-10-03T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T07:49:00.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 3........ Worship and Healing</title><content type='html'>Our group hiked 3 miles into the Amazon jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252936327162787218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYtwiBIdZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/pcdazaBpFlI/s400/brazilmisc+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252937816607422610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYvHOoZ-JI/AAAAAAAAAP4/3ambmc_SZEc/s400/treeee.JPG" border="0" /&gt; At one point we had to walk across a fallen tree to cross over the stream. Now, I say stream, but when you are crossing, it seems more like the large river rapids! A little nerve racking for some but we all made it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252935691283807394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYtLhLxPKI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wyAB_IuZycc/s400/101_0797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;To get up to the village, we climbed a vertical staircase that the villagers had cut into the side of the hill. Hot, dirty, and drenched with sweat, we made it to our final destination and had the most amazing time of worship, prayer and fellowship. There wasn't a dry eye in the place as the Holy Spirit fell. This day, I have heard from many, was the favorite of all. God's pressence was so thick amongst us. There was prayer, worship, prophecy and words from the Lord to everyone! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252935705670366818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYtMWxytmI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_o2K-mc3W4A/s400/brazilmisc+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252936322402856866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYtwQSRr6I/AAAAAAAAAPg/IFkLqpuZ1FA/s400/brazilmisc+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252936320818343202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYtwKYf7SI/AAAAAAAAAPY/zglq8Kiki-E/s400/brazilmisc+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252935694104027362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYtLrsKYOI/AAAAAAAAAOw/xMTc_ZPvxaY/s400/101_0756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252936314583477522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYtvzJ_bRI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/flmPQCkrzwI/s400/brazilmisc+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252935698422371010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYtL7xvEsI/AAAAAAAAAO4/F2q4qCxODM0/s400/brazilmisc+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252936334432853330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYtw9Gc3VI/AAAAAAAAAPw/zrWDC9mIpMM/s400/brazilmisc+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252935703347688866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYtMOIBdaI/AAAAAAAAAPA/-W4-MyEvVys/s400/brazilmisc+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"Thank you Jesus, for this day......"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252937819581463730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYvHZtePLI/AAAAAAAAAQA/2VUMB-3f1Xs/s400/brazilmisc+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we returned from the jungle, a small group went to the home of a women who nearly lost her leg due to an infection caused by a mosquito that not only bit her, but then laid eggs in her leg. She has been unable to leave her home because she cannot walk. She has depended on others to bring her food or things she needs. Our nurse, Donna, treated her infected leg and gave council on it's upkeep. Later in the week the women was well enough to walk a mile or so from her home to speak at one of our nightly services. She spoke of the faithfulness and love of Jesus Christ and was an inspiration to all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252937828040657634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYvH5OTSuI/AAAAAAAAAQI/UlLFeLtpWso/s400/l_9af68423cee316e02ded4aafb5612bff.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252937845580087586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYvI6kBwSI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/jOYQjyFKLP8/s400/l_63d50cac557f5875e429b94445fafcae.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252937854406730434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYvJbcdosI/AAAAAAAAAQY/sTixHE0ahfU/s400/l_7888c7c02558753f823280a61b7ae237.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998694313749537349-511442052170690679?l=ccwcmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/511442052170690679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1998694313749537349&amp;postID=511442052170690679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/511442052170690679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/511442052170690679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/2008/10/entry-3-worship-and-healing.html' title='Entry 3........ Worship and Healing'/><author><name>Followers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03332177425056677944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/R_y62eSGptI/AAAAAAAAABs/m2awtoZdHew/S220/lighthouse.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYtwiBIdZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/pcdazaBpFlI/s72-c/brazilmisc+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998694313749537349.post-4041322795843766536</id><published>2008-10-03T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:35:37.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Entry 2 .....A day in the village</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYp-Ik4MkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/MSl03OV00fI/s1600-h/school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252932162805051970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYp-Ik4MkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/MSl03OV00fI/s400/school.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Village families visited the schoolhouse where we had set up a makeshift dressing room/triage. The girls got together and unpacked the donated clothing we brought from home and the from the Helping Hands program at our church and we were able to clothe several villagers. Every girl ran a section of the room and we allowed one family to come in at a time. This was a perfect task for our CCWC women, we were able to play "dress up" with these adorable Brazilian children. The villagers had a blast as well. Each child ended up with three new outfits. And every adult left with 2. It was a blessing for ALL of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252918081866480194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYdKg_gukI/AAAAAAAAAM4/_3jPu4SdcEs/s400/101_0567.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252922223425254690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYg7lgEdSI/AAAAAAAAANg/xEH9twi-TUQ/s400/clothes.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252917838468516594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYc8WQ6ivI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/d96gPI_yEDA/s400/brazilmisc+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;While the girls played doll house, the men where outside working on the foundation of a new church. As of right now, the villagers gathered each service and sat on the ground or pieces of wood. But God wants them to have a church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252917848191036930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYc86e8bgI/AAAAAAAAAMg/39_XeJmsubI/s400/l_9c757ea526e2906d4cf809b9e59d888f.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252917830720166898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYc75ZkG_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/JnIlM9dojgA/s400/billlewis.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252917838950898402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYc8YD7GuI/AAAAAAAAAMY/mJZ4TenqpnQ/s400/l_b53c145b42921cac698a68c6705d175e.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Medical treatment was also provide to the families as they came in. From skin infections, warms, serious wounds, malaria and lice..... everything in between was seen and treated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252920357818876306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYfO_k2QZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/WvqJpojP2lc/s400/Brazil+Mission+Trip+(409).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252918080124598690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYdKagNuaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dvHh84p48sA/s400/101_0446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ceiling fans were installed in the schoolhouse to bring some relief from the hot, muggy air inside, and safety fencing was put up on the railing of the stairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252917851118652370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYc9FY8S9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/DRTKjThknqQ/s400/101_0444.jpg" border="0" /&gt; After a hard days work , we went to the boat to eat dinner . After we cleaned up from dinner, the villagers walked down to the boat and watched our team perform the CAGE drama.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252922220110591602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYg7ZJytnI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXuDZ01Uxs0/s400/dennis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252922223388852146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYg7lXY_7I/AAAAAAAAANo/nmjBFdFY2_E/s400/movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252920349854722306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYfOh6C6QI/AAAAAAAAANI/mGIk8VqTVBA/s400/Brazil+Mission+Trip+(243).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also showed the Jesus film in the Portuguese language! We brought film projector and hung up a big white sheet and we set up a theater type atmosphere. It was so neat to think that this was the first time that they saw the gospel presented in such a way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It ended up cutting out right before the crucifixion scene!!! Pastor Dave did what he does best..... Picked a team member to step up and explain the ending &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;☺&lt;/span&gt; .... Angi explained, while Pastor Antonio translated, that Jesus Christ was crucified on that cross.....sacrificed for our sins and explained about the glorious hope we have when we put our trust in Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252922809566132738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYhdtC8egI/AAAAAAAAANw/cPIE8XZq8sI/s400/angi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998694313749537349-4041322795843766536?l=ccwcmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/4041322795843766536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1998694313749537349&amp;postID=4041322795843766536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/4041322795843766536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/4041322795843766536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/2008/10/entry-3.html' title='Blog Entry 2 .....A day in the village'/><author><name>Followers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03332177425056677944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/R_y62eSGptI/AAAAAAAAABs/m2awtoZdHew/S220/lighthouse.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYp-Ik4MkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/MSl03OV00fI/s72-c/school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998694313749537349.post-1680447648273822786</id><published>2008-10-03T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T07:20:56.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Entry 1.....Brazillian soil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYVGh25V2I/AAAAAAAAALY/dYah1c2ts_g/s1600-h/Cruise+and+Misc+2008+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252909217286281058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYVGh25V2I/AAAAAAAAALY/dYah1c2ts_g/s400/Cruise+and+Misc+2008+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we arrived in Porto Vehlo, It was a colorful city and the poeple were so warm and inviting. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252910626597645122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYWYj86K0I/AAAAAAAAALw/_2RNucksxUQ/s400/portovelho.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252904301113030386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYQoXr2tvI/AAAAAAAAAK4/vkVPMe5W-VY/s400/day+1city.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The 19 of us crammed in ONE car and ONE truck allong with 38 pieces of luggage and we had to drive about 5 miles where we would get on the boat that would take us down the Amazon River toward the village where we would be staying. For 12 hours we would fellowship, reflect on the journey ahead, and enjoy the wonder of God’s Creation. Words cannot describe the view of this amazing river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252909223977513442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYVG6yNceI/AAAAAAAAALo/O91Lb16ufd8/s400/waters.png" border="0" /&gt;It truly took the breath from your body.....as you sat in awe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" I just cant believe we are here" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252909219468966178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYVGp_SeSI/AAAAAAAAALg/_pSNTdkOlvo/s400/l_bf5cc36f87634068ea98b659f4eb2529.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That evening on the boat, we all sat around a pillowed floor of the top story. We sat and listend to some of the amazing stories of Pastor Antonio's life traveling the world as a laborer for Christ. At times there was not a dry eye on the boat. We also took turns giving our testimonies. It was such a peaceful night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252929780593907490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYnzeJe1yI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ARj6l02WjIQ/s400/pillow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252929778190926610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYnzVMkQxI/AAAAAAAAAOA/edco0m4hbnE/s400/den.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252929784798545874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYnztz8h9I/AAAAAAAAAOY/NwNCz6rSh4M/s400/rom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AJ had some problems with his visa before we left Miami. He was unable to join us on the trip. We were all pretty heart broken about this. When we arrived in Brazil, Pastor Antonio gave us a little puppy that he picked up off the street. The team named him AJ. It brought everyone a little joy for a while.....til it started peeing on everything. ☺ We gave him to the villagers as soon as we arrived on land. ☺&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252929773480011666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYnzDpZZ5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/7P77XxtU1ZM/s400/101_0398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first night we experienced the vast canopy of stars in the Southern hemisphere. Unlike the sky back home where light pollution hides most of the stars, stars filled every inch of Brazil’s unfamiliar sky. The Psalmist got it right when he wrote, “The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252903542349552338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYP8NEi2tI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Nd7x_GBLibk/s400/l_9038cfe6504c0a97d031ad467318bfc4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252904303245409906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYQofoQPnI/AAAAAAAAAKw/6RpwNWP9ios/s400/l_cef448d4cb2dc8f5e338aded4538c1f1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252904409082728258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYQup51j0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/wa8F8rTHyP0/s400/dave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;When finally arriving to the place we would be staying the next 12 days, we all got pretty excited to meet the people and the pastors. This was our new family. There was a strong peace and joy all over the team. It was just ...... nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252913466035031666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYY91riTnI/AAAAAAAAAMA/mHEwHg8YsHM/s400/girls.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252913462024313538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYY9mvTmsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/NIWLHEStn10/s400/bill.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252904305916416290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYQoplEkSI/AAAAAAAAALI/WX-b4frB0tI/s400/rom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252904299945281570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYQoTVcSCI/AAAAAAAAALA/6KhFeT_uEsM/s400/101_0427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998694313749537349-1680447648273822786?l=ccwcmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/1680447648273822786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1998694313749537349&amp;postID=1680447648273822786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/1680447648273822786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/1680447648273822786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/2008/10/brazillian-soil.html' title='Blog Entry 1.....Brazillian soil'/><author><name>Followers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03332177425056677944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/R_y62eSGptI/AAAAAAAAABs/m2awtoZdHew/S220/lighthouse.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYVGh25V2I/AAAAAAAAALY/dYah1c2ts_g/s72-c/Cruise+and+Misc+2008+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998694313749537349.post-1844850960777627546</id><published>2008-10-03T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:29:19.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brazil 2008 Intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are some memories, pics, thoughts and journal entries from a few of the team members that went on the Brazil missions trip. This was an amazing team. There were 19 of us, all different ages, personalities and abilities. God really unified us. We allowed Him to form us together to make us ONE body in Christ. This trip was at the end of July, but it has taken us a little longer to gather information because there wasn't Internet on the Amazon river.... or in the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special thanks to Pastor Antonio from Casa Do Olerio and his team from Brazil, who made this trip all that it was. They took care of us and became part of our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252901446044781010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYOCLuiidI/AAAAAAAAAKg/LuA0RPZ5rXE/s400/braziilianteam.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; We love you and you will always be a part of our heart.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brothers and sisters in Christ~&lt;br /&gt;Rev Dave Covic, Deb, Angela, Laura, Jeanne, Linda , Nancy, Bianca, Natalie, Dennis, Romulous, Matthew, Bill, Rose, Luis, Elizabeth, Dorothy, Donna and Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Team Brazil 2008 from CCWC"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252900923478257026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 471px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="312" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYNjxA-LYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/l-xOzNLwelY/s400/teambrazil.png" width="516" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998694313749537349-1844850960777627546?l=ccwcmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/1844850960777627546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1998694313749537349&amp;postID=1844850960777627546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/1844850960777627546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/1844850960777627546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/2008/10/brazil-2008.html' title='Brazil 2008 Intro'/><author><name>Followers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03332177425056677944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/R_y62eSGptI/AAAAAAAAABs/m2awtoZdHew/S220/lighthouse.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SOYOCLuiidI/AAAAAAAAAKg/LuA0RPZ5rXE/s72-c/braziilianteam.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998694313749537349.post-5825515419628967483</id><published>2008-06-24T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T06:20:02.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buloc</title><content type='html'>If anything in this world help reality smack me in the face like a brick..... it was the trip to Buloc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After driving about 15 minutes down a long bumpy road deep into this jungle of tropical plants and banana trees there is a Oder that informs us that we have come closer to our destination. I look out of the window of the van to see the most beautiful mountain towering over this desolate area. Its called the "Holy Mountain" is what I have heard...... it reaches, what seems like, miles into the sky and you cannot see the top because it has a blanket of clouds draped over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215411323080932018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SGDc90XJ-rI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ofQYn5YS9Ys/s400/P6190462.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We turn one last corner as I take my attention off of the mountain and all of a sudden we are surrounded by a small city of garbage. Buloc is a dump site for all the surrounding cities of the Philippines. The smell is more than I expected. It had rained a few days before we arrived and the Oder was in the form of fumes going through our nostrils. And all I could think of was, "people live here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215405461143627794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SGDXom8ZKBI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9Y1DnddtKIk/s400/P6190439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get out of the van one by one, and the look that is on the faces of the team is something that is indescribable. No one is talking for the fear of what they are going to see that is dwelling deep in their stomachs. There is the sound of loud buzzing that is so loud that you can almost not even hear your own thoughts......... flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk down a rocky path and there is a strip that is cleared out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215404319393709154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SGDWmJl__GI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/U-ByUJtWJ2U/s400/P6190396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;People start appearing before us, children start walking up to us...... this is the community that lives in Buloc. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215404319047677426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SGDWmITf9fI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zvRM93IlqtM/s400/P6190397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty little faces and precious little eyes looking up at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215404313797566290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SGDWl0vxn1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/wOY2Nb1Ne5c/s400/P6190398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is excited to see Noreal and Reena return. They are the married couple that lead this Life Group. A ministry to the almost forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215401856113816626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SGDUWxKTtDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fNQenkjLCOc/s400/P6190461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215401867770982962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SGDUXcll8jI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0Mf_Qtd6Y9Q/s400/P6190459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We separate the parents and the children. Reena and Danielle take the children to a circle and Danielle teaches them the song "Jesus Loves Me" in sign language. They loved that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215402551344814098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SGDU_PGS2BI/AAAAAAAAAJY/w_fN4pt5WFM/s400/P6190455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215402549987318818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SGDU_KCpHCI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3jpanIJI4KM/s400/P6190423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;There was this little boy that set back from the group watching, he was shy. I walked up to him and gave him the sign that means "handsome" with my finger and thumb, he gave it back to me with a big bright smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215401861813575282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SGDUXGZPHnI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-4-KcTWDheI/s400/P6190449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215402543812954962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SGDU-zCjy1I/AAAAAAAAAI4/fhADuhlCMQ0/s400/P6190409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too far from the children sat the adults. Pastor Dave spoke to them about the depth of God’s love for them, the value God has for them. That God delights in His creation and does not see them as the world sees them. He told them of the change he saw from when he was there two years ago and that he knows God has plans (Jer 29:11) for them that are excellent. Their eyes were starring deep into his soul. The Holy Spirit was ministering. There was a peace that fell over the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215401863731705986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SGDUXNijeII/AAAAAAAAAIg/dFiLZaqTIsA/s400/P6190435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215404314757538706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SGDWl4Upo5I/AAAAAAAAAJw/QwHh4mPgbPc/s400/P6190431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215404315293483714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SGDWl6UbgsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QMEPtEYYApM/s400/P6190408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215402544548827698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SGDU-1yAUjI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-LyBxas-vb4/s400/P6190436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We handed the children juice, snacks and a small cloth teddy bear that a lady made them. They took the teddy bear and buried their little noses into it and took a big inhale..... "smells so clean" they all said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really understood why America is so blessed while I was here. The American dollar stretches so far in this country. OH- the things you can offer to ministries such as this, with even the smallest offering. PFM is a faith based ministry. God is doing some amazing things through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215402546967203986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SGDU--yl0JI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Hmixmr-r89Y/s400/P6190400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 3 choices we have when it comes to missions.... God's command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~GO&lt;br /&gt;~Send or&lt;br /&gt;~Disobey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998694313749537349-5825515419628967483?l=ccwcmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/5825515419628967483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1998694313749537349&amp;postID=5825515419628967483' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/5825515419628967483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/5825515419628967483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/2008/06/buloc.html' title='Buloc'/><author><name>Followers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03332177425056677944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/R_y62eSGptI/AAAAAAAAABs/m2awtoZdHew/S220/lighthouse.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SGDc90XJ-rI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ofQYn5YS9Ys/s72-c/P6190462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998694313749537349.post-2476409258172274038</id><published>2008-06-17T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T04:16:51.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at the FTC Compound....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we spent time with the children at the orphanage. A little bit of down time with the children felt good for all of us. You could see they were so excited to share with us a little piece of how they live in the every day life at the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanie showed me her room. She had it fixed up as cute as she could. She keeps Sara’s crib neat and all of there clothes clean and folded. She has a spot where she puts her pictures and Sara’s baby toys. She is just a wonderful mother at the age of 16. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212806116154263138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFebi0RbxmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gJrHFkrttRs/s400/P6160273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Jr, Daryl and Charles hit the basketball court with a few of the boys. I was pretty shocked to see Charles hang with the rest of them. It was a good time, and apparently a good work out. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212806121915141314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFebjJu7zMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZbA7phE1Xyw/s400/P6160277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212806123777192738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFebjQq4cyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tPRVMpNx3Cs/s400/P6160280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few little girls climbed on Pastor Dave as if he were human monkey bars…. Not very often you see a 6 foot 2 white giant in the Philippines, so to see him bring himself down to their size so that they can share some play time with him, really brought some excitement to their day. So take note….. the big serious Pastor walking through the halls of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CCWC&lt;/span&gt;……. is really a big softy. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212806130122888898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFebjoT0FsI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YPJGockWdnc/s400/P6160286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212806137972363938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFebkFjRkqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/CqY4PQh2RA0/s400/P6160293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some were in the yard flying kites that were made of plastic baggies and Danielle was inside with Andrea, the camp mother, preparing some school supplies that were donated for the school. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212806979810584242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFecVFpJZrI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jIBXW0KYZ7I/s400/P6160302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending some time getting to know the orphans a little better, we all headed over to the church to show them a drama. But this time was a little different. Because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Frontline&lt;/span&gt; raises up these children evangelize, they have a heart to share everything that they receive. These kids visit the hospitals and join in crusades, this will be an awesome tool for them. So we taught them the Puppet Master drama. They love it!!! It will take a few more practices before they get it, but they seem to be catching on pretty quick. Pastor Jill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Buyea&lt;/span&gt; would be so proud at our teaching skills.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212806986168427394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFecVdU-Y4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/j_BKstAWRHM/s400/P6160328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212806978439298978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFecVAiNP6I/AAAAAAAAAH4/ij4_dvO05xg/s400/P6160323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212806987105117954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFecVg0TJwI/AAAAAAAAAII/khgKSklWijY/s400/P6160334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant express how blessed we feel to be here today. To be able to see what God is doing. There is this boy, his name is Roldan and he has a smile that will light the room. He is on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Frontline&lt;/span&gt; dance team Ministry as well as a leader in the hospital ministry. He is 13 years old. I asked him where his parents were and he said,” I do not know, I come from a broken family.” I told him that I am so proud of all that he is, and how I see an amazing man of God when I look at him.” And he said to me,” I am a disciple of the Lord Jesus Christ.” I looked at him with tears of joy filling my eyes and said,” thank you. just thank you.’&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212806977598712690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFecU9Zy63I/AAAAAAAAAHo/n-yVWPq9vak/s400/P6160295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998694313749537349-2476409258172274038?l=ccwcmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/2476409258172274038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1998694313749537349&amp;postID=2476409258172274038' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/2476409258172274038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/2476409258172274038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-at-ftc-compound.html' title='A Day at the FTC Compound....'/><author><name>Followers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03332177425056677944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/R_y62eSGptI/AAAAAAAAABs/m2awtoZdHew/S220/lighthouse.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFebi0RbxmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gJrHFkrttRs/s72-c/P6160273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998694313749537349.post-4012947343790933244</id><published>2008-06-17T03:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T04:06:01.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeding the street children.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a night that we will never forget. Jeff Rice pulls up to the camp in his Jeep. We are running late but there is no van for us to get in. Jeff mentions that he once fit 19 people in his Jeep. Well, that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt;’t be a problem there is only 9 of us. “Lets take the Jeep and get to the streets!!!!” Well we get everything ready and start piling in… Deb and Danielle in the very back on side seats, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Angi&lt;/span&gt; sitting on Deb’s lap, Blanca, Mark and Charles in the middle and Pastor Dave in the passenger while Jeff drives. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, this is getting worse and worse even as we leave the driveway, bumps are getting bigger and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Angi&lt;/span&gt; is getting heavier and heaver on Debs lap. “Wow, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t seem this tight before” Jeff said, “but I guess the 19 people were all child Filipinos.” Um, yeah, that does make a difference Jeff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212801252252815746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFeXHs09kYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gGL3sqdG_Fk/s400/P6130185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We laughed and headed on our journey. But now with a few more tactics from the enemy… Its getting hotter and hotter piled on top of one another and then suddenly we hear the awful dreaded sound of the engine puttering… yes… we ran out of gas! “Not sure how this could happen, I just put in 1,200 pesos!” Well Jeff, that’s really only about 11 dollars and that only gets you about 4 gallons. Thank God we were right in front of a gas station so the guys get out and push. So we put in another 500 pesos and headed to the streets excited to see what the enemy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t want us to see. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212804130472558786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFeZvPCBgMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/RruSPB1Wmgo/s400/P1040776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212804115568539522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFeZuXgoN4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/lEOyZYrZjG0/s400/P6130197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pull up to the curb of a dirty street, before we could get out of the jeep we can hear the laughter and yelling from the children who spotted Jeff’s big orange Jeep. They yelled,” K&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;uya&lt;/span&gt; Jeff!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kuya&lt;/span&gt; Jeff!!! FOOD FOOD!” (k&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;uya&lt;/span&gt; means BIG BROTHER)We get out and we are surrounded with bright little yes on little dirty faces. We loved on them as our hearts where breaking to see the innocence behind such a dire situation. Their clothes were torn and they reeked with the smell of urine. Some of these kids are involved in forced prostitution, some are scent to the streets to beg for food and money, and do not dare to come home to their parents empty handed. Many of these children are addicted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;rugby&lt;/span&gt;. That is a type of glue that they sniff to escape their life, escape the hunger, escape this reality of desperation. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212801257168256354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFeXH_I5PWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QFNrgAAK5ow/s400/P6130203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212801255922779714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFeXH6f8xkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/AI5D2BTjTMQ/s400/P6130205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I tell you, when K&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;uya&lt;/span&gt; Jeff pulls up….. The world as they know it disappears. One moment they can be loved, one night they can have a full belly, this is the chance to truly feel loved. He sits them in a circle and has someone on the team share a bible story.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212804135336011762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFeZvhJj5_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/l6hH5lOb1Ts/s400/P1040791.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Suddenly Jeff ask a question,” have you guys ever seen an ALLIGATOR?” they say,” &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;noooooo&lt;/span&gt;….” “Would you like to see one?” They say,” &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Yesssss&lt;/span&gt;!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How about tonight we EAT ONE!!!!” and he pulls out a big alligator made out of bread. It was such a neat moment for them. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212804118137985154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFeZuhFO2II/AAAAAAAAAGo/ww07-zgZRMc/s400/P6130218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212801258871291650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFeXIFe7fwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/npEgv3Ew3SU/s400/P6130210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212804119258308562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFeZulQVn9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/zbt5TKDdjxc/s400/P6130196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an amazing night that we will never forget…&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212801263529263970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFeXIW1eg2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tCrAJexd5AQ/s400/P6130214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998694313749537349-4012947343790933244?l=ccwcmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/4012947343790933244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1998694313749537349&amp;postID=4012947343790933244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/4012947343790933244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/4012947343790933244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/2008/06/feeding-street-children.html' title='Feeding the street children.....'/><author><name>Followers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03332177425056677944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/R_y62eSGptI/AAAAAAAAABs/m2awtoZdHew/S220/lighthouse.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFeXHs09kYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gGL3sqdG_Fk/s72-c/P6130185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998694313749537349.post-3226169293869054386</id><published>2008-06-17T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T03:48:07.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Groups</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Friday , some people in the community gather together in front of a small shack that a family lives in. Chairs lined in a circle and the people started to get seated. Hearts were open and willing to receive the word of God. Pastor Dave shared today, about being a light in their community.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212799817845999746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFeV0NPuiII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fuMWb1JP2Cg/s400/P6130173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212799825342600674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFeV0pLDleI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jKdoZGQM3vw/s400/P6130165.JPG" border="0" /&gt; At the end of this devotion, Pastor Dave asked if they had any prayer request and some of the ladies talked about how they try to invite people over to join the Life Group and talk with them about the Lord Jesus, but they get made fun of and talked about. This was a big deal to them, they really wanted to know how to handle this, how to be a light when their surroundings seem so dark. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212799831227511586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFeV0_GIMyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cE8Je6Y5eXU/s400/P6130177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We talked about getting together and praying for them, about how STRONG prayer in groups can be and that God is the only one who can soften their hearts. We told them how they can still have a kind and compassionate heart even though others may persecute them , that even Jesus was persecuted for His faith in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful message. And it was received with such humble personality.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212799842736419778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFeV1p-EM8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/tIKZlCnbWH0/s400/P6130181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212799810568246034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFeVzyIk0xI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yxJpqzsl7WU/s400/P6130175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998694313749537349-3226169293869054386?l=ccwcmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/3226169293869054386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1998694313749537349&amp;postID=3226169293869054386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/3226169293869054386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/3226169293869054386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-groups.html' title='Life Groups'/><author><name>Followers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03332177425056677944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/R_y62eSGptI/AAAAAAAAABs/m2awtoZdHew/S220/lighthouse.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFeV0NPuiII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fuMWb1JP2Cg/s72-c/P6130173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998694313749537349.post-7151455192576869530</id><published>2008-06-15T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T00:34:33.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have been super busy and no time for going in to town to use the internet...but I have so much to share and so many pictures. I will post tomorrow.... when I have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my baby girl destiny~ i am praying for you and I love you dearly. I am having faith that God is healing your little precious body as I type this. God is doing amazing things here , i cannot wait to share with you. And know that as a team we can feel your prayers. YOU are a part of this work with your faithfulness. I am going to try to call you soon. I love you and devon with all my heart. God bless..... Gotta run baby doll. xoxoxox Call your daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998694313749537349-7151455192576869530?l=ccwcmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/7151455192576869530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1998694313749537349&amp;postID=7151455192576869530' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/7151455192576869530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/7151455192576869530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Followers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03332177425056677944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/R_y62eSGptI/AAAAAAAAABs/m2awtoZdHew/S220/lighthouse.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998694313749537349.post-8127866362143452136</id><published>2008-06-12T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:29:38.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prison Ministry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFIEeLcnY6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/XaZEp9thyrQ/s1600-h/P6120121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFIEeLcnY6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/XaZEp9thyrQ/s320/P6120121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211232635336483746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thursday morning we woke up and had our morning worship and devotions as usual. Then each team member went off to his or her daily routines. Today the sisters washed the school walls down with bleach to prepare for the painting tomorrow, and the brothers laid bricks for the foundation of a dorm they are building on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Frontline&lt;/span&gt; compound. There is always some construction and big projects going on here, its just another day in the life of the team. Growing and expanding for the harvest of the Lord is the mindset of everyone here…….. This place runs like a fine tuned machine. One heart…. One vision… winning souls for Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFIEebG1AdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_9_cuuThcnU/s320/P6120122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211232639540068818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today we went to the San Pablo City Jail. It was a great day for the prisoners to celebrate their freedom through Christ. It is also the Filipino Independence Day! Some of these inmates have been here for over 2 years just waiting for a court date, and some of them are innocent. Jeff Rice leads this ministry, and he opened by thanking them for allowing us once again to fellowship on their “campus”. I thought this was a neat way to address them. For just a moment he allowed them to feel unchained, by not calling it the Jail.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFIEd_Aa1yI/AAAAAAAAADw/A3_B3rlBw80/s320/P6120120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211232631996995362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All of the prisoners gathered in the courtyard for the finale of FILIPINO IDOL!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is something that Jeff was really excited about. He has been working with these prisoners for quite some time now, fine tuning their heart with the word of God, growing leaders within men and women who have felt as if they have no hope or value to this world anymore. Jeff says that as we fine-tune your walk with the Lord, we will give you a chance to fine-tune your God given talents. They started with about 20 inmates signing up for singing, guitar, drums and dancers. And some musicians and choreographers from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Frontline&lt;/span&gt; worked with them for about 2 months! And each week one would get eliminated… they were down to 5 and tonight was the finale. What a neat thing to see. They sang tasteful songs and danced almost a Jive style dance. They worked hard and this was their reward. They respected Jeff and they felt the honor and the privilege of this opportunity to glorify Christ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFIEeTNGUGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZGnCd10p_uk/s320/P6120127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211232637418885218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jeff said that by doing this project, he was able to see people stand up in leadership rolls, watch how they interacted with others and from all the observation, he is choosing inmates to take on a leadership roll in bible studies there at the prison. What God has done through Jeff and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Frontline&lt;/span&gt; is turn this prison into a training camp! When they are released, the idea is to send them off into ministry. In hopes that they will take their “MESS” and make it their “MESSAGE”!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amen?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Messages:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We love you to all of our friends and family back home.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nick~ check my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hotmail&lt;/span&gt; account under the drafts there is  a letter there for you from me. I love you honey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jen~ Tell the kids I love them and I miss them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Alllll&lt;/span&gt; of them. You are the best!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Liv~ We all love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Blanca says she is so happy to hear that her daughter is praying for her. She loves you and Daddy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFIEdp2uidI/AAAAAAAAADo/XCAZuGRYhws/s320/P6120119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211232626319198674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998694313749537349-8127866362143452136?l=ccwcmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/8127866362143452136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1998694313749537349&amp;postID=8127866362143452136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/8127866362143452136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/8127866362143452136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/2008/06/prison-ministry.html' title='The Prison Ministry'/><author><name>Followers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03332177425056677944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/R_y62eSGptI/AAAAAAAAABs/m2awtoZdHew/S220/lighthouse.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFIEeLcnY6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/XaZEp9thyrQ/s72-c/P6120121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998694313749537349.post-4276093909037714436</id><published>2008-06-12T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:55:32.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hospital Ministry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFIHJGmkGAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lLgS26qW-SY/s1600-h/P6110079.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFIHJGmkGAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lLgS26qW-SY/s400/P6110079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211235571793664002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we pile into the van again and head to the hospital. It is quite a different world, traveling through the streets of San Pablo. Nothing at all like back home. The markets are full and the streets are packed! We are unable to reach a speed past 15 miles per hour because the traffic is so bad. But that makes it easy for us to be able to really soak up our surroundings. We arrive at our destination. A shabby 4-story building. San Pablo Hospital. We split up into groups and we each went to a different floor to minister. Some of the children from Frontline were the team leaders. At the ages of about 13 through 16, these girls really took a leadership roll. These are the FUTURE LEADERS of the Frontline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The walls were bare and the paint is chipping. The rooms are packed with beds as well as the hallways, every place was occupied. We laid hands on the sick and injured and we prayed for the will of God to be done. We also prayed, as the Lord led us, for the family members that surrounded the patients.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFIIAwgrAOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YBz8DMx-Q_8/s400/P6110065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211236527936045282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We gathered in a circle by the lake after we ministered, to do a little debriefing as a team. One of the things that we all seemed to have noticed was the strong spirit of religion among the families.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At times when we were praying for the sick, we could feel its hindrance hovering over us. It was a definite that some of these people believed in God and that Jesus Christ is the Son of God, but there was NO relationship involved in this belief. Most spoke of WORKS and how they do things for GOD in serving at their churches. We discussed with the team at Frontline what we were discerning, and they said they would join us in praying away this spirit of religion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFIHKwwedGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/60S0TwjflnM/s400/P6110081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211235600289395810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lanie was one of the girls who lead the teams. I found out a little more about her that makes her even more remarkable to me. I told you before how she was homeless when they found her on the street. Well, Jeff Rice actually ran across her lying in the street. She was stoned from sniffing glue. The street children do this to cure the hunger pains, and then they get addicted. Lanie’s parents left her and she was to take care of herself. While in the market searching for food she found a lady that was wiling to provide for her. She was a Madam. (Female PIMP) She sold Lanie to men in hotels several times a night. Lanie received 500 pesos a night. This is about 10 dollars. This is how she became pregnant with Sarah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFIIACxFUMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hULGsclKbAY/s400/P6110083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211236515656847554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lanie is now born again Christian and an AMAZING young lady of God. She is a wonderful mother and has such a desire to serve the Lord with all of her heart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;God is so faithful to His children.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFIHGYMLeiI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Jb5hnXPIf6o/s400/P6110073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211235524975229474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFIHIEQgoTI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NPfsWxUypho/s400/P6110074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211235553984422194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998694313749537349-4276093909037714436?l=ccwcmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/4276093909037714436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1998694313749537349&amp;postID=4276093909037714436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/4276093909037714436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/4276093909037714436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/2008/06/hospital-ministry.html' title='The Hospital Ministry'/><author><name>Followers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03332177425056677944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/R_y62eSGptI/AAAAAAAAABs/m2awtoZdHew/S220/lighthouse.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFIHJGmkGAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lLgS26qW-SY/s72-c/P6110079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998694313749537349.post-290248419126365879</id><published>2008-06-11T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:10:51.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A morning at the camp.......</title><content type='html'>We went to one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Frontline&lt;/span&gt; orphanages today. It was under some construction but they were able to relay the amazing vision they have for the children there. We met some precious children who are given the gift of hope for a brighter future on a daily basis. They are a big family here, they love one another, trust one another and work together as a team. Jeff &amp;amp; Rowena are really doing amazing things here in San Pablo for the glory of Jesus Christ. What a pleasure it is to see what god is doing through these wonderful people.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met this little girl named Lanie today. She is 16 years old. She was on the streets, homeless and hungry with no where to go and no family to turn to. She was lost and alone. The Lord put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Frontline&lt;/span&gt; Ministries in her path. They took her in like a child of their own. They fed her, clothed her and gave her shelter as well as medical treatment for the full term of her pregnancy. She gave birth to a beautiful little girl named Sarah! They told Lanie that she could either stay and raise her little girl at the orphanage or they would help her place Sarah in a good home for adoption. I am happy to say that she chose to stay with them at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Frontline&lt;/span&gt; and raise her daughter. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Frontline&lt;/span&gt; provided Sarah and Lanie a room and personal bathroom. They have a home now. Praise God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFCSR046ZvI/AAAAAAAAADA/D9FGDRAPHlQ/s320/P6110070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210825603820447474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will write later on about what went on at the Hospital Ministry, but right now I need to get off the computor and go help the sisters clean the schools while Pastor Dave, Daryl and Charles help the brothers with some contruction going on at the camp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFCSSozNOaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Dr90rqRpens/s320/P6110084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210825617755158946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFCSTFG0CCI/AAAAAAAAADY/5Odo0JpOHHo/s320/P6110086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210825625353586722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFCSTj_AI6I/AAAAAAAAADg/X9C4MAnf4lg/s320/P6110090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210825633642324898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;To answer some of your qustions really quick......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food is great. Rice 3 times a day of course. Beef and Chicken cooked in Filipino ways. :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather is just like Florida weather.... it sprinkled a little but not too much. Humidity is high as ever. Just NO A/C to escape to. We are ok though, the team is in absolute unity and we have been having an amazing time with the Frontline team. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blanca says she loves her family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick, David Jr says- wish you were here, and thats about as nice as I can be because I am pretty dang upset that you didnt come!!!!  :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFCSSVmX7xI/AAAAAAAAADI/LOCSNhWOK-8/s320/P6110078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210825612601061138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998694313749537349-290248419126365879?l=ccwcmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/290248419126365879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1998694313749537349&amp;postID=290248419126365879' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/290248419126365879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/290248419126365879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-at-camp.html' title='A morning at the camp.......'/><author><name>Followers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03332177425056677944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/R_y62eSGptI/AAAAAAAAABs/m2awtoZdHew/S220/lighthouse.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SFCSR046ZvI/AAAAAAAAADA/D9FGDRAPHlQ/s72-c/P6110070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998694313749537349.post-3885166792528586710</id><published>2008-06-10T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:39:32.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning From The Philippines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wednesday 6:40 am&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok so this morning came faster than I thought. Ahhh…. I stepped outside my campsite door to the far off sound of at least 100 roosters crowing. The temperature is about 85 degrees, slightly humid and the sun is just starting to rise and shine over the large banana leaves that surround the entire camp. I gathered my things and headed for the shower. I hear they have hot water. But I also was informed that by “hot” they mean “not cold”. And after my shower I certainly agree. But it did feel good. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;By 7am, on the screened in porch area, there sat a table with 5 young boys gathered around with their bibles open. Danielle sat among them quietly in her devotion. Then one brother went and got his guitar and started to softly play as he sang, “How great is our God”!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a beautiful time of worship. Charles, Blanca, myself and many other frontline team members joined in and gathered around for the morning devotion. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SE9F5L7u_hI/AAAAAAAAACY/zyCBGB9tqgQ/s320/P6100054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210460142649146898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well after devotion I noticed that our host MR DAVID COVIC JR was still not awake. So I went over the trailer where he stays and snapped this picture of him in his cubby. Then before no time Mamma Covic came in to wake him up with a smooch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SE9GIVL_HlI/AAAAAAAAACg/tdqcwS4qmVY/s320/P6100056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210460402831269458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SE9IQV4WEBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cWhnxuTlPis/s320/P6100060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210462739479531538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On my way out I found this little guy playing the guitar hero that David had brought with him, it was adorable.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SE9GPXzPVMI/AAAAAAAAACo/dhLZuueh3EY/s320/P6100058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210460523791865026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well we are off to the office so that I can get this posted, and then to the hospital for some ministry.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;God bless to everyone back home!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998694313749537349-3885166792528586710?l=ccwcmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/3885166792528586710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1998694313749537349&amp;postID=3885166792528586710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/3885166792528586710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/3885166792528586710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-morning-from-philippines.html' title='Good Morning From The Philippines'/><author><name>Followers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03332177425056677944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/R_y62eSGptI/AAAAAAAAABs/m2awtoZdHew/S220/lighthouse.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SE9F5L7u_hI/AAAAAAAAACY/zyCBGB9tqgQ/s72-c/P6100054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998694313749537349.post-3962028107702608321</id><published>2008-06-10T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:21:35.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We have arrived.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s Wednesday at 3:21am… Here we are, 29 hours of traveling later, we are finally at our destination in Son Pablo Philippines. Our trip was pretty easy going, it was a little rough seeing the sun up for the entire day as we went f&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;rom Florida to Michigan and then finally to Tokyo. Other than that we did great. Flights were on time and we arrived safely with all of our luggage and ministry supplies. Everyone is a little fuzzy with the time change being a full 12 hours ahead, so pray that it does not affect us tomorrow when we wake up. David Covic Jr greeted our team with open arms and a big warm smile on his face. You could tell that he was very happy to see his family and some familiar faces from home. It was nice for us to see him too. He looks like he is doing great. Jeff Pessina and a few of the ladies from Frontline Ministry were there at the airport to greet us as well. The van was filled with laughter, old friends catching up as well as brothers sharing updates about how the camp has changed and new projects that are going on. As I listened to the joyful fellowship I watched out the window as we drove through the city of Manila. It was about 2am and still there were Filipinos walking around the streets, tending there little stands where they sell products and trinkets to try and make that last peso before they close up shop. I also saw rows and rows of people sleeping in homemade shelters along the roadside. I saw a large group of men surrounding a single table where they played some kind of game with cards. Traffic was busy even at this hour. Cars, dump trucks,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;taxis and bicycles squeezing to get by each other on this small 2-lane road. We are all excited for this journey that has just begun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well it’s late, everyone is winding down, and breakfast is at 8 am. I better start trying to go to sleep… that’s only a couple hours away. I plan to write more tomorrow, but I just wanted to let everyone know that we made it here safe and that everything is fine. God bless… we love you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;MESSAGES FOR HOME:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nick, Devon, Destiny, Jeni, Seth, Jessica and Mommy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love you guys…..&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Angi&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Carmen-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hi my daughter I am here in San Pablo. I just want to tell you and Jimmy that I love you. Tell Daddy that I am doing ok and I miss him. I hope he is doing well. Please do me a favor and email Curtis and tell him that I was in Japan and I wish I could have seen him. I will talk to you later ….. I love you and Jimmy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Mom….(Blanca)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Phillis- Hi&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Charles &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Derek and Kelly and Liv,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Send pictures we love you….email us. &lt;a href="mailto:Dcovic@verizon.net"&gt;Dcovic@verizon.net&lt;/a&gt; give us some updates on how things are going.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mom and Dad&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998694313749537349-3962028107702608321?l=ccwcmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/3962028107702608321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1998694313749537349&amp;postID=3962028107702608321' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/3962028107702608321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998694313749537349/posts/default/3962028107702608321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccwcmissions.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-have-arrived.html' title='We have arrived.....'/><author><name>Followers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03332177425056677944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/R_y62eSGptI/AAAAAAAAABs/m2awtoZdHew/S220/lighthouse.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998694313749537349.post-6869179858733677986</id><published>2008-04-11T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T04:54:49.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Short Term Trips?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SBr9UBQjtfI/AAAAAAAAACA/iyx0IaDiuys/s1600-h/MiscKenya+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195743640502384114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SBr9UBQjtfI/AAAAAAAAACA/iyx0IaDiuys/s320/MiscKenya+153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CCWC Short term missions trips gives individuals the opportunity to bring the Gospel of Jesus Christ to thousands around the world who are in desperate need of Him. The outcome of these trips, is an eternal blessing in many many ways. Mainly... it builds our faith and the faith of the ones we reach out to. Jesus was big on faith - asking us to follow Him that follows the Father. How else are you going to learn faith if not by being thrust into unfamiliar territory with an overwhelming assignment? You can study diving all you want, but until you jump off that high dive, you don't know diving!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Short Term Trips are a HUGE part of God calling us to full time missions or being a part of sending someone else. Paul went on a series of short term trips and jump-started the long-term mission movement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195743782236304898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SBr9cRQjtgI/AAAAAAAAACI/0iXsKfNF2PU/s320/MiscKenya+158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jesus tells us, "Go into all the world spreading the good news." The passive approach to faith is an oxymoron, we can't sit still and practice the kind of risky faith steps that Jesus is talking about. Christ sounded a TRUMPET call to battle. Christianity for couch potatoes placing their faith on safety or comfort doesn't sit well with our Lord. We've been commanded to get out of the malls and into the WORLD. The question before the court is not "IS there a mandate?" The question is, "What we should do with the mandate we've been given?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Is God calling you? YES! Are you listening to the Call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Get excited..... GOD WANTS YOU IN HIS ARMY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195743335559706082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVi5KkAE2fg/SBr9CRQjteI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usZzrll0rIs/s320/MiscKenya+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;If you would like information on how to go on a trip please contact us and we will help you get started! 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