Sleep.
Why did you decide to go on FaithTrip?
I was compelled by the need of leadership.
What are you looking forward to the most?
Seeing once again the hand of God work thru my deficiencies.
Do you have any apprehensions?
The difficulties that rain brings and the distance between each [...] Continue Reading »
Houston!
Posted by: Christina HarrisOn the Day After Christmas…
Posted by: Jeffrey DaleMy first house on the day after Christmas turned out to be a definite divine appointment. The woman named Liz who answered the door told me I shouldn’t be in the neighborhood–she said it wasn’t safe and that I should at least keep my money in my shoe. She also said, however, that she was glad I was there and she believed God had sent me. She was wanting to understand the Bible better. Liz has sacrificed by living in that neighborhood so she can send her kids to a Christian school. She told me that they are learning a lot about the Bible and that she is now learning from them. But she wants to know more, and she was glad to be able to get the book Man of Peace (adaptation of Desire of Ages). The copy she got was one of the last of those books that we had. I was also able to pray with Liz before I left, and I know that she will now be drawn closer to Jesus as she learns more about Him.
God Gave us an iMac
Posted by: Branden Albertson
As you may know, the FaithTrip media crew is creating a documentary of FaithTrip for GYC. We have been running into issues with our current computers and were at a loss of what to do. Today, we stepped out in faith and prayerfully went to the Apple store in Houston and explained our situation to the store manager. We were able to work it out that we could buy an iMac, use it for a week, and then return it with a complete refund. PRAISE THE LORD!
Lessons Learned
Posted by: Jeffrey DaleThe Sweetest Gift
Posted by: Christin BangeThe bright sun was just setting over the town of Barstow as Condra and I entered a small watch shop off of Main St. Little did we know of the beautiful experience that awaited us there. The bell jingled merrily announcing our entrance. We were greeted first by an overly rambunctious rat terrier who wasn’t quite sure if our presence there was positive or not. Shiny watches contrasted the brown and somewhat drab exterior of the shop while green house plants held captive in their respective pots tried vainly to brighten the corners.
It was almost closing time however, but we were greeted warmly by a kind old gentlemen who struggled to hear half of what we said. His wife and 40 yr old son soon came to the rescue. Condra and I took turns canvassing the couple. They were having a hard time deciding what to buy. Business was not going well for anyone in the town of Barstow and especially not for them. Money was tight but as they looked longingly at the books they decided on two. Mr. Mathews desperately wanted the cookbook. He loved cooking but knew that what he made was a bit on the unhealthy side. However, they decided on Peace Above the Storm and the Great Controversy. They were so grateful that we had come by and treated us with all the love and care of grandparents. Their son Ken seemed to be interested in the books but hesitant. “What denomination are you a part of?” he asked Condra and I shared that we were SDA Christians. Ken had leukemia and had previously studied with an SDA doctor who died of the same disease. Ken’s heart was open to God; however there was still some walls and confusion. I asked if I could pray for him and he consented. We all gathered around and prayed for Ken and his parents. After the prayer Ken slipped 20 dollars into my hand and quietly asked me to give his dad a Christmas gift. I turned to Mr. Mathews and handed him the cookbook. “Merry Christmas!” I said. He eyes lit up and a big smile came to his wrinkled face. “Really!!” He said. I assured him it was a gift. He was so happy!!
As we left I couldn’t help but feel that the angels had been there with us. That sweet family now had the truth within their possession and I know that our visit had touched both their lives and ours.





