The two cherries on my sundae were my bags arriving with me in San Francisco and then asking the Alaska Airlines ticket agent if she could get me on the 11:30 AM flight to Seattle instead of having to wait for the 5:30 PM flight. No sweat. Piece of cake. Five minute fix. Even my bags arrived with me in Seattle. God bless the USA.

Did I mention I love America? I never take things for granted here. Think how cool it is to have your bags arrive with you in Seattle when you only give the airport personnel forty minutes to get them on a stand-by flight in San Francisco. Then in Seattle a free phone is provided under a covered waiting area to call the parking shuttle. The shuttle is there in five minutes and my car is waiting for me when I arrive. I pay with a credit card and I'm on my way home. Does it get any better than that?

Yes, it does. I drive to my daughter Tammi's home and after a big hug I'm playing Wii with my four year old grandson while my son-in-law Joe makes me a curry chicken rice dish (from scratch, not a box). My daughter makes muffins (sorry, from a box, but a healthy box) and then I realize I'm so tired I can't see straight. Now I have to drive myself home so I convince everyone I'll make it OK and I get home.

The only bummer was coming home to an empty house but the reason for that warms my heart. My wife is in Florida with Dana (our youngest) enjoying white, powdered sugar sand beaches and her last time with her until they move back home in a few weeks. Sandy really needed to get away and I was so happy it was someplace warm with someone she loves, even if it wasn't me. :)

Reality returns when I take my mother-in-law to the doctor this morning to hear the news she probably has a cancerour tumor needing a few more tests to confirm. Thank God above He was with us and knows everything before we do. It's all in His hands.

And nothing gets better than that.

Since I won't be in church on Sunday, here's a quick video message to Church on The Rock:

To see this video on YouTube please click here.

I don't recommend doing that in Mongolia.

Ever since I left Seattle I've had it in my head that my return flight was leaving UB at 6:30 PM Saturday night, arriving in Seattle at 11:30 AM Saturday morning. The second half was correct.

It's 8:00 AM Saturday morning and we're having a relaxed time getting ready to go when I glance at my itinerary. Then I glance a little longer. My flight leaves UB in thirty minutes and I'm in Darkhan, 220 kilometers away. Ain't goin' to make it.

I tell Hetee and Melanie and they look at me with disbelief. I am the king of triple checking everything, especially flight details. Mel had this impish look like now she had one up on me. Hetee just look stunned.

I had to think quick. I couldn't imagine trying to make all the flight changes at the airport so I got my laptop and Skyped the US office of Korean Air. After three disconnections I finally found a ticket agent who didn't freak out at my situation. Even so, I had to pray that my connection held until we finalized all the details. (The details included changing my flight, originally from Seoul to Seattle, to Seoul to San Francisco to Seattle arriving a day and a half later.) This was the best I could do. Then...

I tried to give the ticket agent my American Express card info and he said I had to FAX it to him, along with picture ID and a letter authorizing them to charge my card. If you're an American reading this you're probably thinking, "No big deal". If you're an American in Darkhan, Mongolia, you're thinking, "Are you out of your mind?!".

My mind was racing... he wouldn't finalize all the changes without payment. How on earth am I going to pull this off. Then I remembered I had a scanned copy of my passport available (I won't tell you how) and I had a fax account online. As fast as I can I'm creating a Word.doc, then I log in to my online fax account and then I realized there is a fifteen hour time difference. Would my fax service wait fifteen hours to send it or would they send it right away. I sent it off and then had to leave for UB without knowing if it actually made it.

We're not done yet. My ticket from UB to Seoul is still not taken care of. We get to UB and it took four hours to get this fixed. I must say, though, that I literally had an angel sitting behind the Miat Airlines desk because she would not stop until she solved my problem. We all agreed this was so extraordinary it had to be the hand of God. But, even so, when I left her office I still didn't have a ticket. I was assured everything would be OK at the airport and I had to believe her.

(I'm now sitting at the gate on Sunday morning, typing this on my laptop and sending it via free internet, and everything is A-OK, praise be to the one true God in heaven!)

Hetee and Melanie had taken me to UB so because of all these delays and difficulties we had time together and we made the best of it. We went to find a guest house to spend the night but none were available. Finally we got a decent hotel. Then we went to the State Department store to get her the blender she needed and I found an ATM for some cash. Then we were off to the Silk Road Pub & Grill to finally meet Dustin and Mary Baker and their son for dinner. They had arrived earlier that morning from the countryside and had their own adventure to tell. In the middle of the night, traveling about 80 kph, they sideswiped a horse on the road. They survived with a crumpled fender but they were alive and that's all that mattered. That's not normally the case.

We had a fabulous steak dinner (Mel had chicken tacos) then we finished with cheesecake. It's not Cheesecake Factory, but this is Mongolia and it was great. We took a couple of pictures and said our goodbyes. Even though we had spoken via Skype we all had never met before. This budding relationship has great promise.

On the way back to the hotel we stopped for some quick groceries and then had a quick chat at the hotel. We all needed to get some sleep before the 5:00 AM wake up nudge from our cell phones.

I'm just stepping out of the shower when I hear Hetee coming into my hotel room. Apparently I didn't lock the door or the door doesn't lock (whatever) and I'm standing there toweling off. (At least Mel wasn't with him!) I finish getting ready to go and as we step outside I think to myself, "Man, it's chillier than normal." It dawns on me that it's November and I'm in Mongolia. Another lightbulb moment.

I'm at home here. I have dear friends here. I don't feel like I'm on the other side of the planet. God's Spirit is here. What else do I need.

I need my family, and that's why I'm on my way back. I miss my wife and kids and grandkids and parent's and church family on it goes. We are a family and I have my extended family in Mongolia. Now it's time for immediate family.

Please pray me back home. Once I'm in Seoul it should be a smooth ride home but your prayers are always appreciated. Keep praying.

And, because of this mess I've created I won't be at church so a BIG thanks to all for pitching in and making it happen. God bless you all.

After that we continue our quest to find Melanie a heavy duty blender. I purchased one for her a couple of years ago but the glass broke and she can't find a replacement. This is one of those “must have” items for her kitchen; she uses it every day. No luck today; maybe we'll find one in UB on Saturday.

Now it's off to the hardware store, a tiny kiosk of assorted “stuff” for a front door lock. Just like in America, keys are getting weaker and Hetee's key broke off in their front door lock so we had to replace the lock. They had what he needed so off we went to replace it.

Once the front door lock was replaced the whole family got in the car for a trip to Tuya's home for lunch. Tuya served aboard the Dulous for two years and helped the women's conference team while they were here two years ago. She made a wonderful beef soup, some steamed bread and carrot cake for dessert. She gave me a cup of 3-in-1 which was a real treat; I haven't had any in a while and it tasted great. (3-in-1 is instant coffee with sugar and creamer all in one packet.) We sat and chatted for a while and then we're off again so Hetee can get a haircut.

I stay in the car and get a quick nap while the family leaves and Hetee gets his hair cut. Soon they're back and we're off for home. Melanie has a birthing class in an hour so while they clean the house I'm trying to stay out of the way. I get on the internet to check my email and Mel says, “Can you find me a live birth video for my class”? I say, “Sure”, not exactly knowing how explicit a video she wants. (All of a sudden I had a flashback to my health class in high school where we had to watch a live birth movie. It was so embarassing.) I found a video, she approved it and then the class arrived so Hetee and I went into the kitchen to talk while Mel taught her class.

This is real life so the Mom's out there will appreciate this next part. Kenny, their two year old son, had to go poo but he couldn't; he's pretty blocked up. So, while Hetee and I are talking spiritual talk, Kenny is sitting on his porta potty, in the middle of the kitchen floor, trying with all his might to accomplish his goal. We talk for about an hour and finally, it happens. We cheer! Life is good.

As Mel's class is ending I get a quick picture as Melanie gives the women some pre-natal vitamins I brought for them. Now it's time for dinner.

Mel has made a hearty beef chile that is outstanding. We're all enjoying it while Kenny decides to ride Hetee like a horse using his hair as a mane. Suddenly he falls back and bites right through his lip as he hits the ground. Screams and tears. Then he's off running around like normal. Tough kid.

After dinner I'm back on the net calling Dana and Sandy in Orlando through Skype. Mel, Hetee and Nate get a chance to say hi to Sandy and then we talk for a while. Just as I'm ending the conversation Mary Baker from a different part of Mongolia Skype's me and wants to know when we'll be in UB. A long conversation later we all say our goodbyes and the Jimmy Kimmel comes on. Mel loves Jimmy Kimmel. The show is delayed by about a week so we're watching the halloween night show. A little while later and I'm off to bed. Tomorrow is my last day in Darkhan and I'm missing them already.

Around 12:30 PM we met Tugsuu for lunch at Modern Nomads, a good restaurant that serves traditional Mongolian food. I had a very traditional meal of sheep ribs, bodz (like pot stickers), fried bodz, dumplings, hoshur, and washed it down with a real Coke (not traditional). It was great.

We said goodbye to Tugsuu and went to Melanie's parent's home to pick up Nate and Abi. They had spent the previous night with them and then we all went shopping for groceries and some surprise gifts for the kids. (Due to airline weight restrictions I decided to have them pick out their own gift instead of me bringing one.) Nate got a remote-controlled car and Abi got a new “Barbie” with a bunch of dresses.

(At some point in the day we learned it was official that Obama won the election. I heard John McCain's concession speech but wasn't able to hear Obama's. In about an hour I'll be teaching the last session on the Holy Spirit so I'm putting all the election issues aside and concentrating on walking and praying in the Spirit.)

Our final meeting was exactly what I was hoping and praying for. First I taught from 2 Timothy where it speaks of God's house having many types of utensils, some of wood, clay, silver and gold and that if a man will cleanse himself from things that pollute him he will become useful to the Master for any good and noble work. Then I shared that the most fundamental type cleansing we can do is to forgive others. Then we prayed that God would fill us all, either for the first time or again, with the Holy Spirit. I prayed for each person personally and I want to take a minute and share more than I normally do in this blog about what happens when I pray this way for people.

What I'm about to share is very personal. It deals with the intimacy of knowing God's heart for His people. When God's Spirit works through me in this way it's God's heart flowing through a yielded human being for the sole purpose of unconditionally blessing one of His children. I literally become consumed with His heart of love. I am virtually unaware of anyone, or anything else until He's done ministering to them. At that moment they are the most important person in the universe.

When I pray I either take their hands in mine or gently cradle their face in my hands. The moment I touch them, almost without exception, I know them, not so much with detailed knowledge but with a depth that I've known them even before they were born. I instinctively "know" their core purpose and reason for their existence but rarely am I allowed to share it with them. Normally God has me speak to something very personal (but not embarrassing) where they know I'm hearing directly from God's heart. Very often tears immediately come to their eyes and the peace of God descends upon them and fills them completely as they gently fall into the waiting arms of God's gentle servants.

Many times God allows me very specific words (words of knowledge, words of wisdom, prophecy) that comfort, encourage and edify them greatly. Frequently I am immediately aware of demonic spirits that are hindering their walk with God (discerning of spirits) and I cast them out quietly. If the person has not dealt with sin issues and unforgiveness their is no flow of the power into them; I stop praying and have them deal with what they need to deal with. When they do the power immediately flows into them and they are released from their bondage.

Many times sickness needs to be healed so I ask God for the amount of faith we both need to see the sickness or disease dealt with (faith, miracles, gifts of healings). Many times I spontaneously begin to pray in the Spirit and ask God (in my heart) to give me the meaning. Almost without exception He does and I pray accordingly.

But I'm not writing this as some type of instruction. I'm writing this to share how God's heart goes out to them and how He is able to meet their every need. As I said, as I take their hands the heart of God consumes me for them. The focus is them and them alone. Nothing else matters. They are absolutely the most important person in the universe.

As I'm praying I become aware of my hands. As I move from person to person my hands and arms take a posture like a surgeon who has just scrubbed up. I do not do this consciously, it just happens. I do not like to touch the next person until the exact moment God wants me to touch them because I know that when I do power will flow and many times it's exceptionally powerful. I want to be completely focused on the person so I don't miss a single syllable that God is sharing with me for them.

This time is so intimate it's hard to describe. Normally we associate intimacy in a sexual context but this, of course, have nothing to do with sexuality. This intimacy is Spirit to spirit intimacy between God and His child but the mystery is that it flows through me to them. I am allowed to be included in this exchange of intimacy. It's holy. And it allows me a humbling insight into the intimacy between Father, Son and Spirit.

I share this with you because I want every child of God to experience this grace and holy exchange between our Father and His children.

After every one has been prayed for I like to find a quiet place and sit for a few moments. I bask in His presence, thank Him for all the love He's just poured into His children, allow the wonder of it all to find a tangible place in my heart so I never take for granted what just happened and then ask Him to help me back into the real world, so to speak, where I must deal with the practical matters of life with as much compassion and wisdom as I just dealt with matters of Spirit.

For me personally, this intimacy with Him on earth prepares me for intimacy with Him in heaven. Even though I long for Him to return as soon as possible these times give me great assurance in His presence that no matter how long He takes, or what I must endure until He returns, He is with me, He will never leave me or forsake me, and that no matter what I need He will provide it. In a word, He loves me.

Ps Hetee and I returned home and Melanie was struggling with a migraine. Even so she got up and insisted in making us dinner. This, too, is love so precious and intimate you can't help but wonder it in all.

What a great privilege it is to walk with God. May His grace and peace be yours today, and every day.

Sleeping on the floor so I can have their bed...

After this I emailed a letter to our church mailing list sharing the thoughts of the Mongolian leaders concerning the election in the US. (Please read it below.) It has stirred some interesting comments from back home.

Later some friends dropped by with their baby. The wife was on the Doulos and was also helpful to the team of women we sent to lead the Women's Conference we held a couple of years ago. Then it was off to Melanie's parent's home to visit before the teaching began at 4:00 PM. It was a pleasure to meet her folks and a friend who dropped by.

The teaching time began with a couple of worship songs and then I went directly into John's Gospel and shared Jesus' words and encouragements about the coming of the Holy Spirit. We had three hours last night to really get into the Word of God and the people were very encouraged. At the end I prayed for only one man but that powerfully set the stage for praying for everyone tonight.

We came home, had some dinner, and then Melanie and I had a great talk while Hetee was "working" on the computer. After a while we joined Hetee and talked until 1:00 AM. I respect these two as fellow pastors and love them like my own kids. One day our church will have the pleasure of meeting them in person and be able to be as blessed as I am to know them. Here's a few pictures of their neighborhood. The second one is their home:

As I write this the polls are not yet closed in America. I will refrain from any commentary until the actual results are in. Please continue to pray and if you haven't voted please do.

God bless you all!

Darkhan, Mongolia - November 4, 2008 - 10:30 AM

Dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ,

Greetings from the church in Mongolia. They are praying for you and thankful that you would allow me to come and teach them about the Holy Spirit.

I'm writing from the future (15 hours ahead) and I wish I could tell you how the election is going but we're all going to have to find out together. I wanted to take a moment and share how the Mongolians view our election.

When I arrived last Tuesday almost immediately the people began asking me about our election and who I thought would win. I told them it was too close to call and then they wanted to know who I was voting for. For the sake of this email I won't get into that but they were especially interested in Barack Obama. They could not figure out why America would be interested in such a man.

(Before I continue let me make this clear. They were asking me, I didn't bring it up. They weren't responding to anything I said because I didn't say anything. They were responding from their own studies and reading and what they were hearing in the press.)

This really interested me. As they spoke I could tell they had keen insight into his ideology, philosophy, background, education, and proposals. And they all had the same question for me: "Do Americans not understand communism?"

Americans are repulsed when anyone suggests a major American candidate could have communist ideology. Mongolians, on the other hand, have lived for decades under communist rule. They know what it looks like, sounds like and how it is implemented. Thus, as they study Obama the question they have is: "Do Americans not understand communism?"

I asked what they meant and the leaders had quick answers. I won't take time to get into all they said but they were concerned about Obama's tax and redistribution policies. They worried about his plans for a national civilian police force and his underlying anger when anyone challenges his policies. They were very concerned about the chilling effect his people have on those who speak out against his policies. They are shocked by the virtual worship they see in people's eyes when they are around him. They have seen how his lawyers put pressure on television and radio stations to stop playing advertisements that he doesn't like and it reminds them of past communist strong arm tactics. They all wonder if Americans are simply blind to what's happening right before our eyes. These are not my personal feelings; this is what the leaders here are telling me.

The leaders wanted to know if Americans have gone so far away from the original intent of our Founding Fathers that we are making a conscious decision to accept communism. (Most of you will be irritated with the word communism so let's use the word socialism.) They wanted to know if we are making an informed decision to accept socialism.

I told them that many Americans, especially the young people in colleges and universities, have been slowly indoctrinated in socialist ideology and have no idea what the Founding Fathers taught because our history books have been sanitized of their original principles of freedom. What amazes them is that in Mongolia, the children study the teachings of our Founding Fathers and look at America as the champion of personal freedom. They are concerned that if we are seriously thinking of electing Obama we seem not to know what the principles of freedom are anymore.

I asked them who they were hoping America would elect and they said John McCain. They said he had wisdom and experience. They said they felt he would defend America from its enemies and continue to defend weak nations from communism and tyranny. They also felt he would hold to the Founding Fathers ideology and wouldn't restrict American's freedom of speech. And they also felt that McCain would be a friend to Christians. (This is how the Mongolians see John McCain. I am not adding my personal thoughts.)

I thought you might enjoy hearing their thoughts.

As you prepare to vote I encourage you to vote for the candidate that best represents your desires for the future of our nation. Please exercise the right to vote that was paid for in blood, the right to a peaceful transfer of power every four years.

This is the first time I can remember that I will be on foreign soil to witness our election. I will let you know how the people in Mongolia respond to what happens in our great nation. I'm certain they will have plenty to say.

However you vote, may God bless each one of you and may God bless the United States of America.

Love in Him,

Pastor Chris

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Monday started out at a very leisurely pace. Then the three kids decided to dress up in ballerina costumes. (The notable thing about this is that two of them are boys.) It was silliness at a whole new level. We decided (after much thought) to make a movie and keep this treasured moment for ever. (Look for it here when I can upload it.)

I asked Ps Hetee if we could go and film the two high places in the city. One is a monument of a man on a horse with a horsehead fiddle and the other is a shrine to Buddha. From these two high points you can see almost everything in Darkhan. Here are two pictures (the video will follow later):

After this it was back home to get ready for the teaching time at 6:00 PM.

A local pastor allowed Ps Hetee to rent his hall for the three nights of teaching. A great group came and they were very, very encouraged as I began the series with a general introduction to the Holy Spirit and then the Spirit had me share many of the powerful stories of His grace as I have traveled and ministered overseas. The point of the stories was, no matter how difficult the circumstances, God never failed to demonstrate His presence to me and the people I ministered to. This greatly encouraged the people and they were eager to come on Tuesday to hear what Jesus taught about the Holy Spirit in the Gospel of John.

Afterwards some women came forward for prayer and we had a blessed time in the presence of God. One woman really stood out; she had the face of an angel and the Lord told me that she had a very special place in His heart. She told me she had had a bad stroke not long ago and even though she was doing remarkable she wanted all traces of the stroke to be gone. (Later, Ps Hetee told me she was basically left to die so she called him to pray for her. He did, of course, and she is almost fully recovered. I couldn't see any evidence of stroke.) Rarely have I seen the presence of God so strong in a person.

I prayed for the others as well and all, including one of the husbands, was powerfully touched by the Spirit of God.

Then it was back home to some wonderful beef stew that Melanie had made while we were teaching. Big chunks of beef and potatoes with a bed of rice. She offered me some Cajun seasoning salt and that put it over the top. Every man of God has to eat and what a blessing it is to enjoy it as well. :)

After dinner we sat around and talked and Mel wanted our comments on her artful changes to her blog. I don't think we were much help to her. We grunted some encouragements and then it was off to bed.

As I wake up on this Tuesday morning I am once again reminded of the blessing of the body of Christ. Ps Hetee and Melanie once again have given me their bed to sleep on while they sleep on the living room floor. They have provided me a home with heat to keep me warm, hot water to bathe in, wonderful food to eat, the best friends I could every pray for, and a warm and appreciate congregation who are so willing to learn. I am a blessed man.

But I can't say these things without also saying that I couldn't be here if it wasn't for the blessing of my wife and my great brothers and sisters in Gig Harbor. (They are so quick to encourage me that sometimes I wonder if they enjoy me more when I'm gone!) Seriously, to know that my wife and congregation are behind me gives me great strength for the tasks God has given me in the earth.

Thank you all with all my heart.

Church here begins at 2:00 PM so this was the laziest Sunday morning I've spent since Maui a few years ago. Ps Hetee ironed my clothes while Melanie made breakfast. I lounged. This is the life.

Church was all that it is supposed to be in the body of Christ. Lovely people gathering together, praying for one another, singing praise to God, preaching from the Word, freedom for the Spirit to move, people coming forward to receive Christ as their Savior, and the presence of God ministering to everyone. Before I was asked to teach the Lord told me to have the drummer worship in the Spirit for about three or four minutes. The worship team had been dismissed so I had them find the drummer who eventually returned. He had obviously been running so I told him to catch his breath and then play in the Spirit. He had never done this before and the congregation had never seen such a thing before.

He was excited but nervous but he started to play and then he just took off. As he did you could feel the presence of God begin to break something in the heavenlies. Then, just over the sound of the drums, I could Ps Hetee prophesying with ever increasing volume. I motioned for Melanie to translate for me and he was on fire.

Then I sensed the people realizing what was happening and they began speaking out and it was just one of those moments where obedience meets release and everyone knew it.

I began to preach on the kingdom of God with many references to Ghengis Khan and his leadership as king and then Jesus as King of the universe and our king. At the end I prayed and turned the microphone over to Ps Hetee for an altar call. I slowing walked to the back of the room holding back tears of joy as many, many Mongolians came forward to receive the King of kings as their Lord.

At the same time I sensed the Holy Spirit telling me that a well had been released and life and liberty were once again flowing with power and grace. Melanie told me later she knew that something had broken and it was evident in the room and on the faces of the people. To God be the glory!

After church we went to the Empire restaraunt and I have another great steak. Things are changing here food-wise. Many new places to eat; they're clean and the food is really delicious.

Melanie told me that three couples were going to drop by later for fellowship. One of the couples was the couple that lost their baby boy to the fall off the balcony. God has really done a marvelous work at healing them and they were so grateful to our church for helping them find a new apartment after they buried their baby boy. They have a little daughter that is a delight and a comfort to them as they heal.

The couples wanted to hear a bit about my story and my family and then it was talk about the internet, web sites, video cameras, helping them with electronic gear, etc. After they left we watching CSI: Las Vegas as I tried to stay awake a little while longer. At midnight it was off to bed.

Here are a few pictures. The video will have to wait until I have a faster connection:

We had three, one hour, sessions on the Holy Spirit. The leaders were so excited to learn a completely different way to relate to God as they saw the Holy Spirit in a whole new light. Once again Mona (or Moni) translated for me. She has just returned from four months in London and her English is excellent.

The last session ran about forty minutes long as they had many questions and I had long answers (imagine that). We all hugged and posed for pictures and then I had to make a dash to my apartment (twenty minute fast walk) to get packed. Ps Hetee from Darkhan was soon to arrive to take me to Darkhan.

I ran over to Mike and Diane's to give them the money for the guest house and had a chance to say a big "Thanks!" to them. They made my stay in UB an absolute pleasure. They're off to Singapore for a conference so I won't see them again before I leave.

Ps Hetee arrived and he said the road from Darkhan to UB was really icey and bad. It's about 225 km to Darkhan from UB and it can take an hour just to get out of UB due to traffic. I prayed that my bladder would hold out (which it did) and off we went. Little Abi was with us and she kept us entertained singing her version of Wedgie Tales. (Yes, Wedgie.)

Ps Hetee was right; the road was treacherous at times, especially with a dirty windshield, twilight sky and cattle crossing the road any place and time they like. It was getting almost impossible to see them and so Ps Hetee leaned close to the windshield and we all prayed we wouldn't hit anything bigger than the car.

We made it to Darkhan without incident and arrived to a very excited family eager to know we were safely home. Big hugs from everyone and then I got to play Santa Claus and give out the goodies I was able to bring, even with the new airline weight restrictions. Melanie quickly fed us some homemade gumbo (yes, real Louisiana gumbo) and I've got to tell you, having not eaten all day that was about the best thing I've ever had, next to my wife's cooking, of course.

We then sat around and watched Nate and a neighbor kid try to "kill" each other with Mongolian wrestling techniques and martial arts. Abi and Kenny ran around chasing their new kitty and I learned I have to be very careful with kitty since Abi thinks I'm going to break it. Kenny is just Kenny: a little cute man.

I'll be preaching today (Sunday) at 2:00 PM (normal church service time). The seminar on the Holy Spirit will be Monday - Wednesday. Can't wait to sit with the leaders and learn together.

Due to the internet connection I won't be able to upload video but I'll add some pictures as I'm able.

Please keep my family in your prayers.