A Good Report From 2014 in Baja

Hey

Aquilino’s grandmother Felipa is back! She came for flour while we
were out yesterday. I am looking forward to talking to her and finding
out how Aquilino and Flo are doing.

The work on the floor  downstairs got started this afternoon.
Everything everywhere is covered in  layers of dust as they are
prepping to  mix and pour concrete…….but I can put up with a
little dust if it means finally having a proper floor.

Here are a few statistics that I got together.here’s some stuff that’s
pretty darned amazing IMOP……….

In 2014, the ministry-

* purchased and gave away  29,000 gallons of drinking water. We have
53 people signed up to receive free water, but each  one signed up
represents a at least one other person more likely an entire family.

* served over 6,000 free nutritious meals.

* had 43 single mothers enroll in our regular  staples giveaway
program. These women receive flour, eggs, oatmeal , powdered milk,
split beans and rice every week.  Another 32 families presented for
one time help.

This program gave away –

6,480 eggs.
1200 lbs of flour
1200 lbs of oatmeal
800 lbs of powdered milk (soy substitute).
750 pounds of beans.
750  lbs of rice.

W.O.T.E. medical ministry-

provided  236 consultations with our doctor this year and aided in
providing further medical care on 37 other instances.*

*
(by providing further medical care I am referring to a little log I
keep of when we take someone for lab work, ultrasound, specialist or
to hospital.)

Of our patients this year we provided (partial because  none came for
entire pregnancy) prenatal care for  29  different women.

Praise the Lord! This is all  still very amazing…………….praise Jesus!

I need to break down clinic stats further …………..and will work
on that in the next few days……………….

We saw many  people come into the Kingdom of Jesus this past year, but
I  hesitate to attempt to quantify that because who knows if I am over
estimating or better yet underestimating!

Here are 2 testimonies-

“I thank Yahweh my God for showing us , my whole family how much He
loves us this year. My husband was severely injured in his back  and
could not work. We , my  husband, my three children and me were thrown
out of housing that was provided by my husbands boss, with only 2 days
notice. I went to Pastor Frank and his
is wife and they let us move in with them. We lived with them for 6
months and then they paid our first months rent  in a rented house in
Maneadero. I d not know what we would have done without them. I was
raised in church but never really believed in Jesus until all of this
happened and he became real in my life. Yahweh is “No (a) ,o” (light)
in my life now.” Theodora Serapio Hernandez

Theo  now further explains that she is “holding tight to the trail or
path of Jesus” (better called Yeshua because “Jesus” is a common name
in her language and  holds the connotation of various gods For
instance the baby Jesus; is just one of many “gods”, and he isn’t
viewed as a very important or power­ful one, so doesn’t rate much of a
fiesta. It might surprise you that  Mixtecs think of baby Jesus as a
dif­ferent god from Jesus Christ crucified. this explains why
Christmas is no big deal for unsaved Mixtecs…….
Holding “tight to his trail” means  walking in the NO(a)o of His Word!

“My life was getting very hard a few months ago. My husband left me ,
with our two  little girls and I had no job. I was going to go to San
Lazaro for work and have to leave my babies somewhere, maybe not be
able to come back for them. One day the sister started to talk to me
about this and I was very very sad. I cried a lot and  hurt because at
night sometimes my babies cried from being cold and not eating, I
couldn’t make milk for them and I was sad. But the sister told me that
Yahweh had sent His Son Yeshua to die for me and to help me and she
promised to help me with food and a  doctor because my girls were sick
more than the other girls. She prayed for me and since then I have a
good work here and my friend cares for my babies while I work. The
sister asked if she would put my picture on the computer and tell my
story and I say “Yes.” So other women like me can see what Yahweh
does.”
Trinidad Juarez Morales

(I showed  both Trini and Theo the website and asked their permission
and they enthusiastically agreed to have pictures and testimony
shared/published.)

Our December Trip To Harvest Mission

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Awakening: The Deep Sleep” Victoria Boyson, Montgomery, TX

Awakening: The Deep Sleep” Victoria Boyson, Montgomery, TX

Excerpt from Chapter 1, Awakening: The Deep Sleep. The main character is named “Beloved”:

…time is running out. Wake up, for our salvation is nearer now than when we first believed. Romans 13:11 NLT

It was dusk when Beloved awoke and, standing in the middle of a vast sea of wildflowers, she saw purple and pink blossoms as far as her eyes could reach. Her mind was filled with confusion, making her unsure of where she was or why she was there. (Photo via Pixabay)

Before her lay rolling fields of beautiful flowers, yet there was an ominous weightiness in the atmosphere that disturbed her. The remains of slumber tried its best to cloud her vision and pull her back to sleep, to overwhelm her with its lethargy. Beloved struggled to shrug off the drag of numbness she felt in her mind as she fought to comprehend the truth of her situation.

As the reality of her condition set in, she realized she had been asleep. She didn’t remember having fallen asleep but did recall a faint dream she’d had that had awoken her. It had been about a world in desperate need for her help – she knew she was needed, but by whom and for what purpose?

Beloved noticed the flowers she stood in and was immediately made quite aware of the sinister scene all around her. Studying more closely, she discovered people lying fast asleep in the flowers. She stared in amazement at thousands of men and women, even some children, sleeping amongst the captivating field of blossoms.

The landscape was so stunningly beautiful it took her breath away. Yet in it lay a whole world of people sleeping as though they’d been caught in the middle of their lives.

Her shock compelled her to wonderment. As if being drawn into their lives, Beloved felt the urge to discover who or what had caused this plague of slumber.

She sensed that many of those asleep had, at one time in their lives, clarity of destiny, yet had lost their way. Stopping too long, they were caught by the lull and beauty of the flowers until they could no longer remember their purpose and fell captive to an unshakable sleep. (Photo via Pixabay)

The immensity of what seemed to her to be an unparalleled epidemic of afflicted narcosis sent her mind whirling.

“Were they held captive by the pull of the world?” she wondered as questions flooded her heart.

“We Are the Angelic Who Serve Those Sleeping Here”

Beloved stood bewildered, watching and questioning. While she was preoccupied with the mystery of what she was experiencing, she suddenly realized she was being watched.

Startled, she swung around and discovered, standing quite near her, a large, beaming, angelic being full of light and wonder. Watching her, his warm eyes waited expectantly, as if wanting her to notice him.

He was radiant with an intensely brilliant yet tranquil light and something about him made her feel completely comfortable in spite of his astonishing appearance. Something in Beloved gave her the feeling she had always known him…he seemed quite familiar.

Stunned by his magnificence, she stepped back to adjust to the alarming affect he had on her. Looking at him with large, wondering eyes, she instinctively felt he seemed to be waiting for something.

As if in response to her unspoken questions, he motioned out over the endless scene and asked, “Will you help us?”

“Us?” Beloved questioned.

He seemed surprised at her question. “Yes, us,” he answered as he bent down and tenderly held the hand of one sleeping woman. “We are the angelic who serve those sleeping here.”

Suddenly, Beloved’s eyes were opened to the extraordinary assembly of angelic beings all around her, waiting as he had been. Now in sight were thousands of beautifully bright Elysian beings towering over her, radiating confident peace in spite of their concern for those asleep.

Some of the angelic knelt down to speak to those sleeping. Lovingly, yet earnestly, they tried to awaken those held captive by the deep sleep. The great care they expressed for those sleeping stirred a compassion in Beloved for them as well – she wanted to help if she could.

Looking again to the being who had addressed her, Beloved asked, “How can I help you?”

He rose and stood again beside her and said, “We’ve been unable to wake them because we cannot enter their world of dreams.”

As she approached each precious person, her spirit felt the impressions of what their lives were like. Beloved thought for a while, then realized she had been given grace to decipher the hearts of man, yet seeing only what the Father wanted to show her. She could see glimpses into their past, present and future, and sensed the pain they’d experienced in the world they lived in. (Photo via Pixabay)

Sitting down in the flowers near the woman whose hand the angel had clasped, Beloved was drawn to help this very sweet and gentle woman. She brushed the woman’s hair from her face and felt a wave of peace as her hand grazed her face.

Beloved was then gripped by a rapid succession of pictures that flew through her mind. The woman had been an avid follower of Jesus as a child but had fallen in love very young, and an abortion in her teens had aged her and injured her heart. She still wanted God, but grew cynical and mistrustful of Him.

Though the woman grew up and eventually married, Beloved saw that she never regained the passion for her First Love. Instead, she kept up with what she felt was expected of her as a Christian woman and hid her true yearnings. Subsequently, she was led astray – finding her worth not in her heavenly Father but in a temporal world of power and importance.

Beloved could feel the longing in the woman’s heart for something more – something real that had eluded her in her pursuits. But she had been unable to shake the sleep of the world she believed was her reality.

As Beloved knelt by the woman, she dropped her head in her hands and cried. Turning to the awaiting angelic and shaking her head, she exclaimed, “She was so close.”

“Close to what?” he asked her.

“True reality,” Beloved cried.

“What is This Life Really About?”

She then turned and touched the hand of a man asleep near her on her other side. She saw a large building filled with people who admired him, yet he felt empty. He was so busy running and working continually, trying desperately to attain a satisfactory measure of peace that seemed to elude him. It appeared no level of success would ever be enough to ease the force in his life that was recklessly driving him from one project to the next.

From one need to another, this man gave himself to his work. Only occasionally in his down time would he question himself as to what was driving him. He wondered, “Why am I still so empty?” (Photo via Pixabay)

Beloved went from person to person, and each individual had a history of trials and successes, driven by unseen forces within them. Yet all had the internal question in their heart they had not given themselves time to dwell on: “What is this life really about?”

As they worked and lived in their perceived realities, questions drifted in and out of their thoughts only occasionally in their busyness. The questions seemed to come as the heavenly creatures tried to awaken them.

Unfortunately, as soon as they would attempt to struggle with their slumber, they were captivated again by the poisonous fragrance of the wildflowers of the world and, again, busied themselves in what they believed to be of true importance.

Overwhelmed by the seemingly beguiled condition of those caught in the deep sleep, Beloved wept. She wanted to run away but was surrounded by a crowd of the angelic who were anticipating her help.

Her face sank into her hands once again as she suddenly realized, “This is the Lord’s last-days army!”

These poor, cleverly deluded people were those He was counting on to fulfill His great mandate. These noble warriors of immense importance to God were presently living in a dream reality – a distraction from their true life and purpose. Increasing her anxiety, she knew these essential warriors did not even realize they were at war.

She could see it was a clever lie for, effectively, they had forgotten who they were. They had lost sight of Heaven and the reality of its realm and were, indeed, held captive in a temporal world apart from their eternal Source.

~O~

Heaven and earth are indeed one, separated only by an expanse of sky. Yet so much of the earthly world is believing its own reasonings and has rationalized its own “truth,” that it belongs only to itself, existing independently from the realm of its Creator.

Unfortunately, many of this world’s inhabitants found out too late they had believed a deceptive version of reality, as if living in a dream world. They lived their lives serving an illusion that this earthly life was all that mattered, without really considering its origin, and thus were driven by a tricky delusion keeping them isolated from the truth of its blessed union with Heaven. (Photo via Pixabay)

Beloved considered all she was discovering, yet it only deepened her sadness and seemed to increase the terrible difficulty she was faced with. She needed help; she could not fight this battle on her own. It was too much for her.

“You Are Not Alone”

Sensing her burden, the angelic host drew near and comforted her with their support.

“You are not alone,” they informed her.

“I’m not?”

“No, Beloved. There are other seekers just like yourself who’ve discovered true reality is not found in this earthly realm; they are like you and they know of you.”

“Why, if they know me, do they not show themselves?” She felt frustrated and befuddled, almost angry at hearing what he had told her.

He placed his hand gently on her shoulder and she could now see a vision of what had previously been hidden from her. “A prophetic host!” she exclaimed with whispered excitement.

She could see in the spirit realm a relatively small but intensely powerful army of the King’s seekers who were hidden in plain sight. They were concealed for their protection as well as for the significance of the battle they were to fight. Many of them were even unaware of the destiny that lay before them; they had no idea of their importance.

The angel answered her thoughts, “Yes, Beloved. They are hidden. The Father has hidden them for the next great battle…the battle to awaken His Son’s precious Bride.” (Photo by Mike De Lorenzo “Jesus Return on the White Horse” via elijahshopper.com)

Now, seeing them through the eyes of the Spirit, she no longer felt alone. For the first time since awakening, she felt hope rise in her heart.

This article is an excerpt from the first chapter of Victoria Boyson’s new book, “Awakening: The Deep Sleep”.

Victoria Boyson
Speaking Life Ministries
Email: victoria@boyson.org
Website: victoriaboyson.com

Victoria Boyson met Jesus at the age of seven. At thirteen, she started ministering using music as a platform to tell others about Jesus. She and her husband, Steve, ministered as pastors in the mid-west, but in 1999, the Lord told them to move to work for Francis Frangipane, who was extremely influential in their development as Christians and as ministers.

Victoria is a powerful prophetic voice to this generation and co-founder of Speaking Life Ministries. Based out of the Houston, Texas area, she is called to awaken and prepare the Bride of Christ for the end-time harvest and compel His Church to embrace a passionate relationship with their Heavenly Father. She is the author of The Birth of Your Destiny and His Passionate Pursuit and her latest book Awakening: The Deep Sleep.

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Baja in the Harvest

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Playground Sucess

20141011_173215hey,
yesterday, a Monday (usually I just loathe. me a Monday) but yesterday was really the bees knees, you guys.
Frank started out painting on the playground stuff as soon as the fog dried up and this day it drief early., about 7. No sooner than he was put there, kids started filing up the road.
Evidently, there was a miscommunication, because they were of the idea that the playground was open for business starting yesterday. They were so bummed out when he told them. , not yet.He explained that he was painted and going to using the skilsaw and it no place for them to be. There were about 20 of them of age 2 & up.
They were not to be deterred though and they all sat down behind the red tape that marks the do not enter boundary to watch the paint dry. By then I was down there with my paintbrush, too.
After an hour of working and being watched, neither of us could take it anymore.
Frank told the older ones they could help by spotting rocks and marking them with cal so he’d be able to see them in the weeds. (he still has to gather really big ones because the truck will only bring an assortment of mostly mediums) So he srmed Lucia, Pablo, and Javier with brushes and a small bucket of white wash. They took off in a flash looking for and slapping. white x’ s. on every big rock in a mile radius. The little kids on their own. started bringing every little rock they could carry which was hilarious because you can imagine how big of a rock a toddler can carry.
they wore themselves out and had to be fed. I wasn’t going to cook yesterday I wss going to paint but I ended up having Theo set up tables and I made a huge mess of pancakes and eggs. we figured they’d leave for sure after pancakes. Wrong. They sat down again to watch us paint.

At the same time about 12 , we couldnt handle their mopey faces sitting there. We looked at each other and said simultaneously, “What can it hurt if…” and we both busted out laughing. We agreed the merry go round was dry enough for a test run. We told them “one time.” and that they’d have to clean the dirt off after so I can take pics. It was like the day after thanksgiving at Macy’s my friends.
there was a stampede so bad that I split them into three groups and they got on. they didn’t know how it worked so Frank started them off in a good spin. It superceeded. my wildest imaginings. They laughed and laughed and. got dizzy and asked PLEASE ONE MORE TIME……
For them I guess it was like the teacup ride at Disneyland. It made my heart tight with joy to see them have so much fun and just on that one ride. Kids that I have never seen laugh were overjoyed. I had been a bit taken aback to pay $500 dollars to have the thing made but it was worth every penny.
The older kids that had the most fun, well they’ll be working and married next year. This was important for me to see them have fun……this was the WHY behind what had become a big project. …..Jesus was right in the midst of it.
After an hour of turns we had to stop them and go back to work. Lucia on her own got rags distributed and they wiped it down just like new. The lil guys fell aseep under the tree and some wandered on home but the bigger ones wanted to help. They stayed all day . Frank taught them how to use the drill. Boy were they proud of that. We literally had to run them off at 6pm……….

They’re back already though, so looks like we have “help” again.
That’s all for now……thank you to everyone who has contributed.
love sd

I took pics and am trying to send just a few later.

Miracles in Baja

Hey Everyone……………………

It seems that either thru my own ignorance of other interference most
everyone missed last weeks miracles. The original which I wrote on my
laptop has disappeared and it bums me out, because when I am truly writing
inspired things seem to come out so easily. Those of you who know me know
that I can only really write anything worth reading when I am in the
Presence. At times I pressure MYSELF to make things/whatever flows thru my
fingers to this keyboard ends up unreal and not really exact. d of story.
……………….I have to be in His Presence to write . End of story.
No other way. But when something so magnificent happens and I write it,
it is to encourage my brethren and I feel ripped off that it disappeared
into cyber-space. Usually , I’ll just sadly just let it go. But this was so
bizarre that I feel the need to attempt to re-create what I wrote on
Monday…which no-one received….I hope I can. Here I go.
Last Sunday, we had several of the indigenous men come here to the mission
and help with heavy work. Landscaping, planting , mixing cement and
generally banging on things, too. Forget sleeping till 5:30am, Pas. Frank
wanted to be ready so I set to making food for the coming workers.
Around 12ish, the men we never see but know their children started arriving
from their own regular jobs, and they set to mixing cement and planting
(they are best at planting it seems). So by about 2pm , the women folk,
wives upon wives started showing up. We had a 25lb hunk of frozen chicken
legs that I had marinated my way, but I turned it over to them. They, the
women and girls started gathering firewood and got a good fire
going.offering. Then put on the pollo and so very much lovely asparagus.
If we had bought the asparagus it would have cost at least $50 dollars, but
they are cutting the first fields so it was an offering. By 4pm serious
workers were laid out under the few trees we have , and on picnic tables
and just having a siesta. The women were laughing and admiring their
offspring. Had to of been maybe 60 people hanging around……
Out of nowhere I thought it was either a dying cat or a kitty wishing for
death. I looked down by the new playground under the miracle tree and
there was an old fellow banging on an instrument that looked like a mix
between a guitar and a banjo and a bizarre looking harp. (When he first
started playing it sounded like Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody……….I know I
sound totally nuts, okay…)but it did.It was something I’ve not been able
to find on Google. But this guy was banging away an banging fiercely on
this odd instrument.
Honestly, at first I was just overcome with laughter. (I know it sounds
irreverent) But hey, the noise was wild. But suddenly I felt a burning
need to SING in the Spirit. An d I did. The women looked and laughed
shyly, the men seemed cool with it. The many kids , well they thought it
was better than the tortilla. They were watching me and this old guy (at
least like 70?) just in the Presence. Within a few minutes I guess, I do
not really know, I started gathering the kids and whichever mamas that
wanted to follow. I had them rounded up and started praying for each one,
and I was praying for the Infilling, because I knew who had recognized
Yeshua as King.
Within say 30 minutes  I’d touched their throats and sang (accompanied by
this great instrument man) for all of the kids. Now about 16 children
were singing in tongues. Some mothers, too.
Realize this was OUTSIDE at the mission, people wandered about eating
chicken legs and getting ministry. The neighbors saw and heard it all.
By about 6pm, as twilight set and people began to go their ways, I asked
Theo who the guitar man was. She responded that she had assumed he was our
“Tio”, (which to Mixtecs,means any man who is not your father or
husband….. In Spanish it means “Uncle”). I told her he waS NOT my Tio)
she said it wasn’t hers either. I lit out after the old guy. WHO WAS HE? I
was thinking “dang we can use him every week for worship. But as I ran
from dish duty under the Pila(cistern) asking, “Hey where’s that guy??”
People looked at me like , “What guy?” Your Tio?” I’m like NO YOUR TIO!.
In the end he was never found. The people who got filled with the Holy
Ghost recall him, those who just came to eat do not. In all I think I had
16 total either saved, or filled. They all recall him. But even tonite, he
is fading from my memory. I can’t really tell you what he looked like, how
tall or short he was. I just know he was here. It was one of the most
awesome times in Yahweh’s Presence i have ever experienced. I was pain free
from my torturous bladder for a whole day. PAIN FREE. Had a bit of a a holy
Ghost hangover, but not suicidal pain. I find that only being in the
Presence His anointing is when I am free.
All week we’ve had those kids a lot of new ones returning to watch the
work and listen to stories we tell;some about Noah, some about the Son and
the Father and their Spirit.
I keep looking out for that old guy. But he hasn’t come back. BUT HE WAS
HERE..
It was the best afternoon I have had in a long time. IT IS MOSTLY
INEXPLICABLE. I know if you only believe what you can see and touch you
won’t get it But I pray that whoever reads this WILL understand the
necessity of putting yourself in Yahweh’s Presence.
As you gather with the Ekleesia tomorrow or as you gather with your mate
or child at home, seek Him. He desires to be found.
The account I have now written is not close to the inspired Word I wrote
and lost, but you get the gist……………..
Love each other, in deed and word and appreciate the Presence, We love you
all so much in Christ,
Sis, Detra

Baja Report Sept 20 2014

Had no internet yesterday. The storms down in Los Cabos (#1 Odile and

now #2 Polo) are messing  up my internet connection thru the Hughes

/Starband system I have.

It’s a mess down there. I mean a true cluster-mug.  So far they have

evacuated 18,000

tourists/foreigners……the Army is in charge and they have such

antiquated equipment it is not even believable. Cell towers are down

all over and no-one can call relatives to verify they are okay or

where they are. The refugees are being transported in troop carriers

on that long long  2 lane highway 1, so  u can imagine. Hotels have

been commandeered in TJ , Rosarito and even some here in Ensenada.

I feel  bad for the folks but it still concerns me that people don’t

really understand that Mexico is really not all that advanced and they

don’t seem to get why they cant just pick up a phone or email somebody

and they get all worked out, which gets the Mexicans all worked out

and well it does no good. I am just praying that people have patience

and get home safe. I am growing weary of  hearing idgits on the telly,

in high-pitched voices with bad comb overs (which after 5 day trips in

troop carriers on Highway 1 look more like a porcupine than a comb

over and I am not sure which is worst.) But I am tired seeing them

filmed by news crews in those tinny fear laden voices how “they damn

well wont be treated like THIS! Why the Australian Consulate will have

someone’s hide.”

In my experience  threatening to call one’s Consulate (as if it is

their own mercenary group at beck and call 24/7) these threats really

piss Mexican authorities, especially the sort who carry guns,totally

off. Best just let it roll off your back like a duck or whatever rolls

off a duck . I forget.

So, Clinic went great. Dulce was out of town for like two weeks , so

I had another Doctora. come in. Her name is Delilah Kennedy Garcia

(and yes she is a Mexican) .

She is in her 50’s, not a

Christian (yet) and referred by Dr. Vasquez.  It worked out well,

although it’ll be better when Dulce returns because the people  really

have a relationship with her.

We had 10 patients. Two newborn (5 day old both) exams. Both were born

in a nearby camp, one I don’t think I’ve taken you to.it is down  in

the riverbed and pretty big.  50 or so families. We’ve been reaching

out to them with food. and were blessed to give away 6 solar power

mp-3 New Testaments that we were given by a Wycliff Translation couple

who has been down in Guerrerro for  40  or so years.  The mp-3’s are

neat because  they require no batteries, and they can reach people in

their own dialect  and  no reading is required. They are also sturdy

little things that seem to resist water. I saw one lady listening to

hers as she washed clothes on her washboard yesterday. Water was

being flung willy-nilly and the guy just kept on doing his best “Paul the Apostle” which I must say, was pretty good. I need to procure some

more of

these little jewels.

Back to Clinic…………we had those two new  babies in great shape,

we had 5 ear infections a PID in a younger girl (13) and one child

that just comes  every time , like clock work, for  vitamins. He is only  5, but

quite consumed with  those chewables, not those new fangled

gummi-vites either, he prefers the

old Flintstone kind. The ones that taste like a sugary dirt substance

and leave your chopppers  orange, purple or green with no apparent

correlation to whatever the color was of the little figure that you

ingested. (I am not big on vitamins for myself but part of the job as

pharmacy director requires that I  actually must consume at least one

of each thing prescribed to each patient, just so I can be POSITIVE

they “get it.” (I learned this the first time I ever gave out a bottle

of ear drops that the mama put in the childs mouth instead. She kept

coming back saying “It isn’t working. It isn’t working.” I finally

figured it out and there was born a new procedure. I guess there is in

fact a reason for  every little annoying thing we must learn in

elementary school afterall.

Back to VIta-muchacho (as I call the vitamin boy) I have to

practically scare the beejeezis out of him to make sure he

doesn’t just eat them like candy as soon as he is out of my sight.

He’s cute as a button  and healthy as a horse, but has a sneaky-gene.

Whenever we have leftover tortillas after mealtime, he’ll get me by

myself and ask me for exactly 8 of them .’ OCHO, Hermana.  GRACIAS

HERMANA!GRACIAS YAHWEH!” (ALL RUN TOGETHER LIKE ONE BIG WORD.) Then if I don”t give him a bag fast enough, he’ll roll em up and place them in

a back pocket and off down the hill he goes, dragging a milk crate on

wheels with 5 2 liter plastic bottles of water and his little sister

who hangs on for dear life (she’s about 18 months and he  watches her

everyday) anyway she hangs on tight because he likes to push the milk

crate down the hill and let go and it goes pretty quick for an 18

month old. Not to mention it at times fails to make that sharp turn at

the bottom  and upends everything requiring him another gruelling trip

back up the hill for band aids (he likes those too, the more the

better.)

I’ll try to video it. It is really like something out of a

Peanuts cartoon, the brother  with that Pig-pen aura and the  baby

girls crooked and tangled pigtails flying out behind her. (I keep

expecting Snoopy too sweep down in his bi-plane and pluck her up but

it hasn’t happened thus far. And  I probably never will video it. It’s

one of those things you would have to set yourself up in the brush,

pestered by scorpions and snakes for hours only to find out he isn’t

coming that day. So maybe best just imagine it. It would probably be

more entertaining for you that way. Bosh that, “I picture paints a

thousand words, I’ve learned what you can imagine paints  a jillion

things that probably did not even happen.

Jose has a great new job now, praise God. They have a black and white

tv, too.  WE miss his help but he needs to support his family and I

think Theo is on baby # four , not SURE, but time will tell.

The playground is almost ready for me to send pictures. We have the

welder making the last two toys, a merry-go-round and two big teeter

totters. Things are being delivered and the kids  just think we can’t

move fast enough. The big metal stand  for clubhouse One is in the

front yard and has been for a while. When delivered it came wrapped in

plastic, well, somehow someone took it off. So yesterday evening I see

Ivan, age 7, but tiny and

Pablito same age but bigger. They have absconded from downstairs my

huge roll of saran wrap and in 35 mile an hour  hot sandy winds are

trying to wrap the stand back up. At first I was ticked off because

they had my saran wrap (of which I consume a lot of) and where

attempting to rewrap this 12 foot metal stand . It was hilarious. I

didn’t let on that I was watching  but just left them to their

methods.Now , see I have a fairly good idea of who unwrapped it in the

first place. Anyway, they went round and round that things with a

COSCO sized  box of Saran Wrap and by  twilight Pablito had enrolled

some help from his little friends and I HAD to go down their because

all they succeeded in doing was wrapping up Ivan in  quite a think

layer of plastic. NONE was stuck to the stand. I acted all mad, and

tried to simultaneously wave a broom around  in a menacing manner

while  tears of laughter oozed out of me– and put them on rock

gathering duty today.

Thankfully for them, it only took  two hours of brutal rock-searching

for the wheelbarrow tire to pop and they got off  easy  for now

anyway. Till Frank gets back today anyway. Wheelbarrow tires are super

expensivo  down here and also  pretty sturdy and also pretty

necessary right about now.

I’m sure they’ll get the moral of some story when  Frank arrives,

although they’ve been rather scarce since they turned in their busted

barrow and  about 8 medium sized  rocks,

What else? What else? Oh,tomorrow about 5 of the men  who work just

till noon on Sundays are coming to help  with landscaping the

playground perimeter. I am shocked and amazed by this. It will also

leave room for a message and prayer.

Carlos (guy with broken leg) is doing nicely. He’s coming to  spend

the night tonight. He is returning to his home,, he still can’t work

and so has no  place to live. He has to be at the bus depot at 5:15am

and Frank is taking him. Sad to see him go, but glad he got  some of

the Eternal Seed really implanted in him. I’ve held back one mp-3 New

Testament as a going away gift and  Theo will make him food  for the

3 day trip (at least) home.

For now, I’d better go. I am amazed the internet has stayed working

this long because the winds are  whipping  up dust devils and one of

my wicker chairs just got whisked off of the

porch……………………..

Love and Blessings  to all,

Sis Detra

The Blood Covenant

THE BLOOD COVENANT

I n ancient times the blood covenant was common among

almost all of the people of the middle east. It was a way of

establishing a binding contract between two men. What we call the

Old and New Testaments could easily be called the Old and New

Covenants. The typical blood covenant contained nine parts, or steps.

These steps are as follows,

1) The two people exchange coats or robes. To a Hebrew, the

coat or robe represented the person himself; so when he offered the

other person his robe, he was offering himself; even his very life itself.

2) They take off their belt and offer it to the other person. The

belt, also called the girdle, was used to hold your sward, your knife,

and other fighting instruments. In this way you were saying to the

other person that you were offering him your protection. If someone

attacks you, they also have me to deal with. Your battles are my

battles.

3)”CUT THE COVENANT”. In this part, an animal is killed

and cut down the middle and the two halves are laid opposite each

other. The two parties to the covenant pass between the two halves

of the animal and are saying, “May God do so to me and more if I

break this covenant. This is a blood covenant, and can not be broken.

4) Raise the right arm and cut the palm of the hand and clasp

each other’s hand and mingle your blood. This is saying to the other

person, “We are becoming one with each other. To intermingle the

blood is to intermingle the very life of both people.

5) Exchange names. Each one takes part of the others name and

incorporates it into their own.

6) Make a scar or some identifying mark. The scar was the

outward evidence of the covenant that others could see and know

that the covenant was made. Some times they would rub the cut in

the hand to make the scar, then anyone who wanted to fight you

would know that he not only had to fight you but another as well.

7) Give terms of the covenant. Both parties to the covenant

stand before a witness and list all of their assets and liabilities, because

each one takes all of these upon the himself. You are saying, “Every

thing I have is yours and everything you have is mine. If something

happens to you, your covenant partner will see to it that your wife

and children are taken care of.

8) Eat the memorial meal. A loaf of bread is broken in half. Each feeds his half to the other saying, “This is my body, and I am now

giving it to you.” Then they take wine as a symbol of his blood and

says, “This is my blood which is now your blood.”

9) Plant a memorial tree. The two then plant a tree as a

memorial to the covenant and sprinkle it with the blood of the animal

that was killed for the covenant offering.

These nine steps do not have to take place in the same order

that they are listed here. There are a lot of covenants listed in the

Bible and there is not great detail about them because everyone is

familiar with the procedure and the writer assumes that we know

what was done.

In our Bible we have the old and new testament,(or covenant).

The old covenant was made with Abram and we have a record of it in

the Bible. We can look in on it starting in the fifteenth chapter of

Genesis. In verse one we read; “After these things the word of the

Lord came to Abram in a vision, saying, `Do not fear, Abram, I

am a shield to you; Your reward shall be very great.’.” Here we

see God offering His robe and belt to Abram. He offers to be his shield

and His rewards. He cuts the covenant in Genesis 15:7-21 “And He

said to him, `I am the Lord who brought you out of Ur of the

Caldeans, to give you this land to possess it.’ So He said to him,

`Bring Me a three year old heifer, and a three year old male

goat, and a three year old ram, and a turtle dove, and a young

pigeon.’ Then he brought all these to Him and cut them in two,

and laid each half opposite the other; but he did not cut the

birds. And the birds of prey came down upon the carcasses,

and Abram drove them away. Now when the sun was going

down, a deep sleep fell upon Abram; and behold, terror and

great darkness fell upon him.” And God said to Abram, `Know

for certain that your descendants will be strangers in a land

that is not theirs, where they will be enslaved and oppressed

four hundred years. But I will also judge the nation whom they

will serve; and afterward they will come out with many

possessions. And as for you, you shall go to your fathers in

piece; you shall be buried at a good old age. Then in the fourth

generation they shall return here, for the iniquity of the

Amorite is not yet complete.’ And it came about when the sun

had set, that it was very dark, and behold, there appeared a

smoking oven and a flaming torch which passed between

these pieces. On that day the Lord made a covenant with

Abram, saying, `To your descendants I have given this land,

from the river of Egypt as far as the great river, the river

Euphrates; the Kenite and the Kenizzite and the Kadmonite

and the Hittite and the Perizzite and the Rephaim and the

Amorite and the Canaanite and the Girgashite and the

Jebusite.’.” Here God is giving the terms of the covenant to Abram.

But who are the ones passing between the pieces while Abram is in

the deep sleep? I submit to you that it is the pre-incarnate Christ. In

the Revelation 1:14-15 we see a description of Christ as

follows, “And His head and His hair were white like wool, like

snow, and His eyes were like a flame of fire; and His feet were

like burnished bronze, when it has been caused to glow in a

furnace, and His voice was like the sound of many waters,”

Here we see Christ, a descendant of Abram, standing in for Abram in

the covenant procession. In Genesis 17:4-5+15 we see the exchange of

names as follows, “As for Me, behold, My covenant is with you,

and you shall be the father of a multitude of nations. No

longer shall your name be called Abram, But your name shall

be Abraham; for I will make you the father of a multitude of

nations….Then God said to Abraham, as for Sarai your wife,

you shall not call her name Sarai, but Sarah shall be her name.”

In Hebrew, God was called YHWH. Here we see Him taking part of His

name and combining it with that of Abram and Sarai. From that time

on God was known as, “The God of Abraham”. Next we see the

making of a scar or symbol of the covenant. In Genesis 17:10-12 we

see, “This is My covenant, which you shall keep, between Me

and you and your descendants after you; every male among

you shall be circumcised. And you shall be circumcised in the

flesh of your foreskin; and it shall be the sign of the covenant

between Me and you. And every male among you who is eight

days old shall be circumcised throughout your generations, a

servant who is born in the house or who is bought with

money from any foreigner, who is not of your descendants.”

The scar of circumcision bears witness of the covenant. Abraham was

tested when God told him to sacrifice his only son Isaac on a small

mountain called mount Mariah near the town of Salem. Abraham

passed the test. Two thousand years ago, the other party to the

covenant was to sacrifice His only Son. The names had been changed

by then; Salem was then called Jerusalem, and Mariah had been

changed to Calvery, but the places were the same.

The new covenant took place in the same area of the world and

contained some of the same players. God was there, of course, and

Jesus; now incarnate, and the descendants of Abraham. This time

Jesus was not only the representative of Abraham’s descendants but

He was also the offering; the Lamb that was slain. This time it was

God’s only Son and not Abraham’s. Let us see how the new covenant

was completed in Christ.

1) EXCHANGE COATS OR ROBES. We come to this covenant

clothed in sin and unrighteousness. He comes clothed in holiness and

righteousness. We put on His righteousness. IICorinthians 5:21, “He

made Him who knew no sin to be sin on our behalf, that we

might become the righteousness of God in Him.” He takes our

sins upon Him and we take His holiness for ours. What an exchange!

2)TAKE OFF BELT: He protects us and provides us with

protection. Luke 10:19, “Behold, I have given you authority to

tread upon serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of

the enemy, and nothing shall injure you.” Ephesians 6:13-17

“Therefore, take up the full armor of God, that you may be

able to resist in the evil day, and having done everything, to

stand firm. Stand firm therefore, having girded your loins with

truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness, and

having shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of

peace; in addition to all, take up the shield of faith with which

you will be able to extinguish all the flaming missiles of the

evil one. And take the helmet of salvation, and the sward of

the Spirit, which is the word of God.”

3)CUT THE COVENANT: Hebrews 10:14-18, “For by one

offering He has perfected for all time those who are

sanctified. And the Holy Spirit also bears witness to us; for

after saying, `This is the covenant that I will make with them

after those days, says the Lord: I will put my laws upon their

heart, and upon their mind I will write them, And their sins

and their lawless deeds I will remember no more. Now where

there is forgiveness for these things, there is no longer any

offering for sin.” Jesus was not only the one making the covenant,

but he was also the sacrificial lamb.

4)RAISE RIGHT ARM & MIX BLOOD: Jesus was both man and

God. He was holy and also human. As we have the shed blood of

Jesus Christ applied to our hearts, His blood cleanses us from all sin

and we are also made holy. Our lives are forever intermingled with His.  5) EXCHANGE NAMES: Jesus took on the name, “Son of Man”

and we take on the name Christian. We are forever in the family of

God.

6) MAKE A SCAR: Jesus has the scars of the nails in His hands

and the feet and the spear in His side. We have the circumcision of the

heart. Romans 2:29, “But he is a Jew who is one inwardly; and

circumcision is that which is of the heart, by the Spirit, not by

the letter; and his praise is not from men, but from God.”

7) GIVE THE COVENANT TERMS: Jesus gives the terms of the

covenant in the whole Bible. It is our responsibility to know it so that

we can live by it.

8) EAT MEMORIAL MEAL: I Corinthians 11: 23-26, “For I

received from the Lord that which I also delivered to you, that

the Lord Jesus in the night in which He was betrayed took

bread; and when He had given thanks, He broke it, and said,

`This is my body, which is for you; do this in remembrance of

Me.’ In the same way He took the cup also, after supper,

saying, `This cup is the new covenant in My blood; do this, as

often as you drink it, in remembrance of Me.’ For as often as

you eat this bread and drink the cup, you proclaim the Lord’s death until He comes.”

9) PLANT A MEMORIAL TREE: The cross that Jesus died on was

the tree that the blood of the sacrifice was sprinkled on and it still is a

memorial of His covenant with us to this day.

This is our covenant with the God of the universe. He will live up

to His end and He expects us to live up to ours.

  Paul Ziegler