“I’m moving to Guatemala and here is why.”~Jennifer

She lives in a mud hut, cooks over an open fire and was joyfully anticipating the birth of her first child. The joy slowly turned to a nightmare as she realized her child was different.  Her daughter wasn’t crawling, walking or even talking.  She looked for help, but there was no one; no rehabilitation facility or special programs. People stared. Even her husband, as his culture had taught him, blamed her for the deformities. What could she do?

One day she heard about a program in a distant village that might be able to help.  Grasping at any ray of hope she got up at the crack of dawn to travel.  First she strapped her now teenage daughter on a chair, fastened the chair to her back, and began the half hour hike down the mountains to the road.  Thirty minutes later she loaded her daughter and herself into a dirty, smoking cattle truck – the “bus” for her area.  A bumping, bruising thirty minute drive brought her to ASELSI where she found caring people, hope and genuine help.

One of many lives changed forever

Today, the daughter walks short distances with braces and a walker.  For longer distances, she uses a wheelchair. With much persistence and persuasion, by the ASELSI team, she was admitted to a local private school and is rapidly catching up to her peers – a life rescued and changed. This is just one of many wonderful stories of hope that was made possible by the physical therapy program I started in Guatemala five years ago.

Ten years ago I was discontent with my job and plagued with the question, “Isn’t there more to life than being a physical therapist?”  I had no way of knowing that God had placed this discontent in my heart to launch me on a thrilling journey, a journey that has taken me through Bible school, serving on staff at my church and numerous short trips around the globe.  But it is time to take this to the next level and expand the families helped and lives changed. It is time for me to give full time to the growth of Therapy International.

Moving to increase the number of people helped

In June, I will relocate to Guatemala expanding the program to include adult services, home visits,and teams of rehabilitation professionals who will go to other areas to start similar programs.  I will continue the work in Uganda by traveling there once or twice a year.  In order to do all this I need your help.  If you’re currently giving, thank you.  Your help means so much to me and those I am serving.  If you aren’t currently part of my support team would you prayerfully consider a twelve month pledge?

Together, we can bring hope to those without hope.

Jennifer

PS –  If you’d like to bring hope to the nations.  Consider a twelve month pledge of $25 – $100 a month.  A special gift for relocation expenses is also appreciated.

Financial support can now be directed to:

Commission to Every Nation (CTEN)

PO Box 291307

Kerrville, TX 78029-1307

or given online at www.cten.org.  (Please include a note indicating your support for Jennifer Hoines)
Personal correspondence: ptinternational@gmail.com or jenniferhoines@cten.org

“God’s love extends to the homeless. How about yours?”~priest

Sara Gwathmey Driving in to work this morning with the sunrise, stopped at a light, saw homeless woman sitting on the corner shivering. I roll my window down and ask her if she wanted my jacket and oh by the way, when was the last time you have eaten anything? Gave my jacket away and fed someone who hasn’t eaten in 3 days. Humbling. Grateful for grace today.


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God’s love may not get more real than this…

Daniel C. Hatch
Background and TestimonyI was raised in The Church of Christ and we religiously attended church 3 times a week, studied the bible in Sunday school, and prayed over every meal. At the young age of 8, I sincerely accepted Jesus as my savior and was baptized, but was quickly discouraged. That night, after being baptized, the other kids came up to me and wanted to play, and the adults congratulated my parents and slapped me on the back, said well done and told me to go play, then left. .

I’ll never forget the thought of, “is that all there is to it?” All too soon, I learned that the “Christian life”, (as presented by the church), was lacking something and I couldn’t live out in practice very well what I thought God wanted me to. As I grew into a young man, I followed my own ways more and more, and not wanting to be a hypocrite, quit going to church.

Never finishing college, I got married, went into the military, got a broken heart because of an adulterous wife, and spiraled down to a life of rebellion and self servitude. In 1975, the spirit of The Lord brought me to my knees and I knew He was real! I could actually see into the spiritual realm and saw a spiritual battle waging war all around me and I knew I needed Jesus to save me for real! I became a true Jesus freak! In my zeal, I proclaimed how “I” found The Lord” (ha), and preached to everyone, including my old church, about how God’s spirit is alive and still working today! They were not receptive to that revelation and before long, kicked me out!

Now I was certainly young in the Lord, and hungering for more and more knowledge of God, I listened to many, many tapes and teachings. I would read the bible, but would mostly look to the “pentecostal or charismatic” teachers. I found myself caught up in one of the charismatic churches that proclaimed some bad teachings and “doctrines”, and when I got close to the internal functions of the church (business and daily workings of the leadership), I saw a lot of the heresy that has permeated “the church” today. When that leadership fell because of sin, along with several personal struggles and failures in my life, business and family, and not being well grounded in GOD’S truth, I was crushed and spiritually wounded. I was filled with confusion, anger, inner guilt and disappointments. Again I spiraled down to a life of rebellion and eventually screwed up my second marriage. Alcohol, drugs, sex, you name it, I was into it.

Over the next decade and a half, I was a miserable soul! Tortured by the knowledge of the reality of God and yet not fellowshipping with Him, I struggled with trying to put my life in order to the best of my ability. Disappointments and hurts, failed marriages and unfulfilled expectations that were prevalent in my life eventually gave way to a form of stability and success. I married again; Janie was a good woman with 3 children she had raised on her own; two girls and a boy and all young adults. They graciously accepted me into the family and I soon found the pleasures of being looked at as a father figure and before too long a grandfather! Life was good at last. We considered ourselves Christians, but just didn’t go to church or get too carried away with it.

Time passed until once again, life dealt harshly with us with the loss of our business and after another horrific and tragic event that I won’t get into detail about now, I knew the emotional turmoil and devastation was far more than I could handle on my own. I cried out to God and in His grace and mercy, He answered me! I guess it took that much for me to finally surrender ALL and be still before Him. Janie, on the other hand, was embittered and even openly against God and wanted no part of anything that included Him, even me if that’s who I wanted to follow.

The next five or six years were filled with open hostility on the home front and downright persecution. I kept pleading for God to intervene on my behalf and make Janie change. Each request was answered by an instruction for ME to change and surrender another part of myself and leave Janie to Him. I can truly testify of going “through the valley”, but God was with me and my relationship with Him deepened.

You know, the bible says that bitterness will rot your bones and I actually saw that happen to Janie. As time went on, and Janie’s health deteriorated, she rebelled so hard against the gentle prodding of God’s spirit, while the more I surrendered myself to Him, He revealed more and more of Himself to me. Prayer that typically revolved around helping me, changed to one of praying FOR her. I believe God allowed me to once again see into the spiritual realm and witness the warfare taking place, not only in Janie, but inside of me too. I saw the battle, not as a Rocky Balboa type fight where good finally or barely triumphs in the last moment, but as the truths in God’s word standing firm against all lies and efforts of the enemy to change it. The truth is the truth and it can’t be changed! What a revelation!

Janie began to show signs of listening to God’s call and one glorious day, surrendered to the love of God in Christ Jesus! Bitterness was traded for forgiveness and rebellion traded for surrender. What a transformation and what a joy! She was so energetic and eager to share with the kids and grandkids and for several months we all enjoyed going to church together. On September 24, 2008, Janie went home to be with The Lord.

I have agonized over this writing (it’s taken me all day). The mental and emotional strain has been intense, and I have tried to condense everything to keep it reasonable in size but it’s still lengthy. I would like to conclude by letting you know I have so much more to learn and although I’m not where I want to be in the Lord, I’m not where I once was and the work that The Lord began in me (and now I pray in you), He will complete! Praise God for He IS worthy!