06/28/2014: God’s True Healing

God’s True Healing



As we mentioned previously, we saw the effort and desire that Elder Orlando and his wife Dolores had to raise their children in a quiet, Christian atmosphere, and we at Maranatha Medical Ministries (MMM) decided to build them a house on the Outpost property. Orlando and Dolores have been very active and diligent in all church operations, and are faithful in outreach and Bible studies. Having the opportunity to help them in this way was a blessing for us as well. We now have a solid, complete Christian family living at the Outpost.

Orlando and Dolores and boys at their new home.

As always, construction began slowly. But in time, the house began to materialize. Orlando made 3,000 bricks by hand. The blocks were then covered in concrete. Even though Orlando does not know much about construction, he kept busy doing whatever he could to help with the work. We would often see him running up the hill with a load of sand in his wheelbarrow, or carrying cement bags on his shoulders. He did not just sit back and watch the house being built, but worked hard to help build the house that God has given to him.

Construction has now ended, and the house is just about complete, it only needs windows, some painting, and other minor touches. Orlando and his family have moved in and they are very happy! I can even see a different attitude in their children. They have begun landscaping and planting a garden, and they enjoy the peacefulness as they sit on their steps and listen to the babbling river below. We pray that this new home and new setting will bring an even closer walk with God for them and their children.

Hard at work building a new home for Orlando and family.

Recently I received a call from my spiritual daughter Elsy, who works with Radio Redemption in Jutiapa, La Ceiba. They needed help with a church outreach program in a new community, and so she wondered if we could come and help. I told her that we would do whatever we could do to help, and would somehow fit it into our already full schedule, the same way that she fits us in when we need her.

So early one Friday morning, Rene, Ruby, and I packed our things and headed for the six-hour drive to Jutiapa. The next day Sabbath morning, Rene woke up with a sore throat, so I had to speak for him during the church service. On Sunday, we set up at a school buiding. I set out to do the consultations, and Rene and Ruby did the dental work. Even though it was early when we arrived, there were already many people lined up, waiting to be seen. We prayed and began our work.

Elsa Willis conducting health screenings.

From 8:00 am to almost 3:00 pm we ministered to all those that came, with their different needs. Here in Honduras, one of the greatest needs is to simply drink water. If they would just do that, the majority of their illnesses would disappear. I had one consultation after another, and as weariness and hunger set in, I thought about Jesus and the multitudes that followed Him, and how no one who came to Him went away without being helped. That thought kept me going as I counseled with the people. I took a moment to check on Ruby and Rene, and they too had lines of people waiting for dental care. I am thankful that our young people at the Outpost have learned that they have been saved to serve, and that they do it with love. By about 3:00 pm my voice was about to go and the pastor insisted that we stop. He said a word of prayer and thanked us all for the help. We, too, were thankful to the Lord for the privilege to serve.

Over the years we have had hundreds of patients come to us for treatment, using God’s natural methods of healing, and God has blessed abundantly. But there are times when major surgeries are needed which we are not able to perform. But God’s people should never turn a blind eye to anyone in need. “But whoever has this world’s goods, and sees his brother in need, and shuts up his heart from him, how does the love of God abide in him?” 1 John 3:17.

Large tumor on Jose's leg.

A few months ago, José, a young man from the mountains, came to us for help. A former patient had told him that we had helped her even though the hospital had not been able to. She sent José to us for help. José had a large tumor in the posterior muscle of his thigh. He had already been diagnosed and told that the tumor needed to be surgically removed. But, of course, José comes from a very poor family and he cannot read or write. Trying to get help for the surgery was almost impossible for him.

We told him to come and stay at the Outpost for a week so we could find out more about this tumor, which was becoming very painful. While he was there, we strengthened his body with vegetable juices and fresh fruits. Rene applied poultices and hydrotherapy treatments.

Jose recuperates with the help of Elsa and MMM.

We ran back and forth to the city to make arrangements for the surgery, which was not free. But between the church members, the restaurant and the ministry, we were able to collect adequate funds. We know God does not place people in our path so that we can simply show our kindness to them. God wants us to always tell of His love and mercy, and His desire to save them eternally. So, in addition to the health treatments, José took part in our daily worship service and enjoyed the beautiful music provided by our volunteers. His mother would often join us, and so she also heard the truth from the Word of God.

The day finally arrived, and I drove José and his mother to the clinic in the big city. The surgery was a success! And because his body responded so well through the procedure (thanks to God’s natural remedies), he was permitted to leave the clinic the very next day.

José returned to the Outpost to rest and receive some post-op treatment, but he is now at home with his family. He is ever thankful for all for the help he was given, but we always direct the gratitude to God, for it is He who gives the help that we need. It is God who provides the true healing that we need. It is God who gave His life for us that we might prosper and be in perfect health: mentally, physically, and spiritually. Please remember José in your prayers. May he continue to seek the Lord and follow His counsel.


By Elsa and Joe Willis of Maranatha Medical Ministries. Send correspondence to: Maranatha Medical Missionaries, 
PO Box 390, Keysville, VA, 23947. Donations can be sent via Paypal, through their website: www.maranathamedical.org.


06/21/2014: Before We Even Ask

Before We Even Ask



You may have been wondering what has happened at Sunshine Orchard since we sent out an urgent appeal at the end of last year. We’ll explain what has happened since then and give an update on our ministry.


The Fine and the Foundation

As we shared in the appeal, our most urgent need was to meet the demands of the local Thai Forest Service leader to pay a very large “fine” in consequence for our ignorantly breaking several laws regarding land use. After we reviewed some online English translations of forest service laws in Thailand, we saw that we were truly in violation, and the consequences could be very serious, including several years of prison time, as well as large fines.

We sought the advice of several people who were familiar with legal issues here in Thailand, including some Adventist Development and Relief Agency (ADRA) staff and the police. ADRA also got input for us from an Garden State Ticket Help attorney. When we laid out the issues for which we could be penalized, we were surprised that each of our advisers concluded that the best course to take was to pay the fine. We were consistently advised that to insist that our case be taken to court would be taking a great risk and we could lose the entire school and spend years in prison and/or be deported.

We were told that the total of the fine plus other fees would come to nearly US $40,000. Shortly before we paid the fine, we received the good news through a third party that the forest service officer had reduced the fine by about $6,500. Praise God, people donated enough money to enable us to meet the deadline. After it was paid, we were assured that our violations were no longer held against us. We were also given instruction on what to do to avoid future violations.

Hannah teaching English.

As many of you know, this school was evacuated from Myanmar in 2009. It used to be the “Lay Klo Yaw” school. Once the children were safe on Thai soil, they were threatened with deportation by the Thai government. The United Nations insisted that they must go to the refugee camps, as Karen State was not considered safe due to the fighting. We were told that it was illegal to run a school and care for this many children outside of the refugee camps without legal status in Thailand, unless we were under a Thai foundation. Many of the children and youth had known this school as their only home; others came from extreme poverty, abuse, and neglect. All had been knitted together as a family and had found a safe haven, and most had come to know and love God. We felt a great burden to keep the school going and the children together. Again and again, we have faced the threat of losing the school and children, but time and time again God intervened. We were very thankful when a Christian foundation took us under their wing and helped us through many difficult situations during our first years here in Thailand.

Recently, however, we were surprised to receive a phone call from the husband of the head of that foundation, who notified us that the Lord had told his wife that we should be under her foundation for only a limited time, and that time was now up. She would soon contact the Thai government to inform them that we are no longer under her foundation. The husband urged us to move quickly to find another foundation to be under or else set up our own foundation. He initially told us that we would have perhaps up to a couple months to get someone to cover us. After that, he called us several more times, and kept moving the deadline closer. Finally, he told us that his wife would visit our local area very soon and would inform the local law enforcement. We were advised that we should either find a foundation to be under, or else be prepared to be shut down.

Medical transportation.

Since that last call, a local Thai Seventh-day Adventist, who is a mutual friend, contacted the woman. After their conversation he told us that the she is not rushing things quite as much as we had understood from her husband. How relieved we were! God can always choose to delay plans or to impress local government leaders to leave us alone for a while, but we are have not taken this matter lightly. We have been earnestly seeking God’s guidance to find an organization that can take us under their wing without desiring to direct the school in a way contrary to God’s principles.

Because of the unique nature of some aspects of our school, it is almost impossible to find another organization here in Thailand that shares our vision of true education and medical-missionary training. Therefore, we feel it is imperative that we establish our own foundation (or non-profit organization) for the long term. After consulting with others who are knowledgeable about setting up such organizations, we have been told that we will need around US $10,000 to $12,000, including legal processing fees and a sum that must be deposited in a special bank account to be held there for the life of the foundation.

But guess what? Although we did not foresee this financial need when we sent out our urgent request a few weeks ago, the donations that were sent in should be sufficient to cover most of this need as well. Thank the Lord! God is so good! He takes care of our needs, before we even ask.


Our Teachers

With the start of our third and last term came a few changes. Five new teachers joined us. Three of them came from Burma, one from Thailand, and the other from America. What a blessing they have been to us. Two of our staff mothers are now free to be with their children. Two of our male teachers now have a lighter teaching load and have more time to handle other responsibilities. Hannah, who is also one of the English teachers, has also been freed to help with various other needs. She misses her regular interaction with the students in those classes, but new teacher Sabrina has done a wonderful job of taking on that responsibility.

Sabrina Petersen with children.

In addition to Sabrina, we have also been blessed to have Caleb helping with projects around campus. These two came from America about a month ago and will be returning with our family at the end of this school year. This week we also have the privilege of having a couple from the L.I.G.H.T program in Germany. They have been teaching a massage class to our older students. What a blessing it has been to have them!

As a prayer request, I should mention that one of our Thai language teachers has a heart condition and is waiting for surgery. He is currently teaching, but we never know how long his strength will last. Please, pray that the Lord will open a way for him to get the needed surgery at the right time, and that he will have a good recovery.

Ywah soe ghay thoo! God bless you!


By Harvey, Brenda, Sharon, 
and Hannah Steck. Email: 
missions@thesteckfamily.com. Website: www.missions.thesteckfamily.com.

06/14/2014: Connections in His Great Work

Connections in His Great Work

In Zambia


“Afterward he brought me again unto the door of the house, and, behold, waters issued out from under the threshold of the house eastward; for the forefront of the house stood toward the east, and the waters came down from under from the right side of the house, at the south side of the altar. Then brought he me out of the gate northward, and led me about the way without unto the outer gate by the way that looketh eastward; and, behold, there ran out waters on the right side.”[Ezekiel 47:1, 2.]

These waters signify the gospel of Christ which went forth from Jerusalem and spread to all countries. The gifts and power of the Holy Spirit which accompanied the work caused it to yield great results.

“ ‘Then said he unto me, These waters issue out toward the east country, and go down into the desert, and go into the sea; which being brought forth into the sea, the waters shall be healed. And it shall come to pass that everything that liveth, which moveth, whithersoever the river shall come, shall live; and there shall be a very great multitude of fish, because these waters shall come higher; for they shall be healed; and everything shall live whither the river cometh. . . And by the river upon the bank thereof, one this side and on that, shall grow all trees for meat, whose leaf shall not fade, neither shall the fruit thereof be consumed; it shall bring forth new fruit according to its months, because their waters they issued out of the sanctuary, and the fruit thereof shall be for meat, and the leaf thereof for medicine.’” [Ezekiel 47: 8, 9, 12.] Spalding and Magan, 404, 405.

When we began our child evangelism endeavors, we had no idea where they would lead. We had no idea of all the people we would meet and the connections that we would make. We had no idea that the children would lead us to their parents and those parents would lead us to more children and the cycle would continue on and on. We had no idea that, just by doing child evangelism, we would get more requests for help than we could possibly answer.

It all started when we visited the Kabompo High School in northwestern Zambia. While we were there, we met some teenagers who were under demonic oppression. After praying earnestly for the devils to be cast out of them, they were freed from this terror. Their transformation amazed their classmates and everyone wanted to learn more about this Jesus who could change people like that. When word of this experience spread, we developed many more interesting connections with people needing help.

One of the most interesting connections that we made was with a woman who had. suffered for many years because of a tumor. She had been in and out of hospitals far too many times. Finally, a doctor recommended a hysterectomy. The woman agreed to the plan and the surgery was scheduled. The night before the surgery, after all the preoperative care had been completed, her son recommended that they call someone who could offer a prayer for her. They summoned me.

When I arrived in the patient’s room, I shared the seriousness of life and death with her, and told her how to accept Jesus as her Savior. After learning about our wonderful Savior Jesus, she said that she would like to give her heart and life entirely to Him. Once she accepted Him, I asked everyone to bow their heads while I prayed. I earnestly entreated the Lord to accept this woman as His child, to keep her safe through her surgery, and to ultimately make her ready for His kingdom.

While I prayed, the strangest things started happening. Suddenly, strange rumblings started coming from the woman’s abdomen and her belly began rolling around like the waves of the sea. After she let out a long and deep sigh, I realized I couldn’t hear her breathing anymore. I was afraid that she had died right there during my prayer. Everyone was completely speechless. Even the nurse and the other bystanders were silent. I didn’t know what else to do, but to kneel down by that woman’s bed and plead with the Lord on her behalf and ask the Lord to give her life. For ten long minutes, I poured out my soul to the Lord. And then the most miraculous thing happened. The woman sat up! She paused and looked around at all of us. Then she began praising the Lord. She announced that she had been healed. Her pain was completely gone. She poked and poked on her abdomen where the hard mass had been, but it was gone. She felt well. She was well! She had been healed! Had she been raised back to life?

When making his rounds the next morning, the doctor stopped by her room to review the operation that was to take place that day. Was he ever surprised when she was just bubbling over with this story of supernatural healing! He just could not believe the story. He insisted that she have appropriate medical tests run to see if such a thing really could have happened. The woman waited impatiently for the test results to come back so she could be released, as she was very convinced of her healing. Finally, all tests came back negative. The doctors, the nurses, the assistants, the administrators, the patients—everyone at the hospital was amazed by such a miracle. The administrators demanded that the man who had prayed such an effective prayer be called back in to the hospital and teach them all about the God who could heal a woman from a disease like she had. After I met with them and shared my faith, they asked that I come whenever I could and pray with their patients. So a connection that started out as child evangelism has now given us the connection of being hospital chaplains, as well.

We have made so many connections since that first visit in the Kabompo High School. We have prayed with and shared with over a thousand people because of these connections that just keep spreading. We have been able to work in more high schools and more hospitals. When the Seventh-day Adventist Church saw all of the interest that had developed in this area, they decided to hold a crusade. To date, more than 200 of these contacts have joined the church through baptism, and many more are preparing for baptism and already claim the name Seventh-day Adventist.

When we give ourselves unreservedly even to the most humble of callings, such as child evangelism, the Lord can start developing connections and His gospel can continue to travel and make its way to every nation, kindred, tongue, and people. Praise His name!


By Moses Muzeya. Email: threeangelschildeducationmission@yahoo.com. Three Angels Child Education Mission, 
Box 140095, Kabompo, Zambia, Africa. Phone: 
260 977 267 898 or 260 965 267 898.


06/07/2014: Gaining the Victory

Gaining the Victory

In Brazil


My name is Wellington Costa Coutinho. I was born in a Christian home, but due to life circumstances and my own choices, I strayed when I was only 12 years old and became involved with drugs. As is usual, I started with alcohol and milder drugs, but along the way I got to know cocaine and other synthetics.

At age 15 I began frequenting places in Rio de Janeiro where there was loud music, prostitution, and a high consumption of alcohol and drugs—everything a worldly young man my age was looking for. I became accustomed to an idle and slovenly life, quit school, and left my job. As the years went by and I became increasingly involved with drugs, I started selling in order to sustain my own addiction. Since I now had the drugs in my possession all the time, I had free access to their use.

Planting saplings.

In 2008, I discovered crack cocaine, and began using it exclusively. It was a powerful drug and I couldn’t beat it using my own strength. All my money earned doing odd jobs was destined for crack. I spent sleepless nights using with my “friends.” Eventually they all left, yet I still remained: insatiable. I was unhappy because I had spent all my money on crack but when I wasn’t using all I could think about was using.

My conscience weighed heavily on me. I lived in the same neighborhood as my mother and brothers and when I saw them I felt ashamed and sometimes hid from them. But the drug had its hold over me. Even after sleepless nights using, even with all the guilt, shame, and depression, the next day I was always ready for one more session.

Right there in the midst of the world, away from the church, with broken family relationships, I was aware that I was rebelling against God. I was not ignorant of the truth found in the Scriptures. But even though I knew only God could help me, I couldn’t find the strength to get out of the situation. I spent 12 years of my life in the drug world. Only the Holy Spirit could convince me that what I was doing would lead to my own destruction. Even with all the pain and suffering I had brought my mother, I was the worst off. That’s when, for two nights in a row, and still under the influence of drugs, I cried and started talking to God. I had been away from spiritual things for so long that I no longer knew how to pray, like I did before. Then, a Bible verse came to my mind. “Come to me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28. I leaned on this verse with all my might and cried desperately to God to rid me of this situation of shame, suffering, and pain.

Property maintenance.

The next day, I went out to meet with other drug users to get the same routine daily high. I ran into a friend who had been delivered from drugs and asked if he knew any rehabilitation centers for drug addicts. He asked if I was truly willing and determined to quit drugs and change my life. I answered that if need be, I would go then and there, with just the clothes on my back, in order to rid myself of this situation as soon as possible. He wouldn’t be able to take me for three more days, and I fought hard for those three days, but did not go back on my decision. I knew this was the only way to get away from that cycle of influence and misfortune in my life—the things I had sought out by my own choices. I went to the BELIEVE Center for Recovery and Revival Education, where I was treated for a year and a half. I attended the spiritual exercises of praying, fasting, and worship services performed by the staff. I finally became in communion with Christ and I began to have the will to live again.

Eventually, I gained the confidence of the center’s staff, and I was asked to assist them in the organization. The center is partnered with First Fruits Ministry, where the Bible workers Clayton Silva and his wife Priscilla lectured on vegetarian cooking and Bible studies. I began developing more and more of an interest in God’s Word, and delving deeper into present truth.

The staff made an exception for me and I was allowed to work outside of the facility, as long as I did not work on Sabbath. Soon after, I started getting requests from my job to work on Saturdays, and I was put to the test. I could transgress the Holy Sabbath of the Lord and stay in my secure job. But I would lose the blessings that come to those who keep Sabbath holy. It was not an easy decision, and I needed confirmation from God. I asked Him to enlighten me, so that I would know if the keeping the Sabbath was actually required in this case. Immediately after, I opened the Bible to Isaiah 58:13, 14, and God gave me the answer. It was then that I decided to obey God, rather than pleasing men.

Students at ICEVES.

From that point, I decided to apply myself more to the biblical studies at First Fruits. All of my dedication and interest made Clayton Silva invite me to study at a missionary school. So I applied and we prayed that I would be able to meet the demands for tuition. After several weeks, I got the answer: I was to become part of the student body at ICEVES (Evangelistic Training Institute of the Holy Spirit).

In my current studies at the Institute, I am learning even more about present truth. This will enable me to take this knowledge to others who so desperately need to hear it. I thank God that this message opened my mind to understand Bible truths. We can search the Scriptures and compare them, and understand what truth is, versus man made doctrines.

I also thank God for my recovery, the motivations, and new outlook on life that He put in my heart, because I now have a new vision for my future. I stand at God’s disposal, to do His work. Before, I was in great need of God to save me from a life of suffering. Today, to the glory and honor of Jesus Christ, I can offer help to others in need, and point to the One who freed me from the world of drugs, from the clutches of the enemy, and who delivered me from sin and gave me my new life. Amen!


By Wellington Costa Coutinho. For more information 
about First Fruits Ministry, contact Clayton Silva. 
Email: clayton.1978@hotmail.com. ICEVES website: 

05/31/2014: In the Wilderness

In the Wilderness



“And you shall remember the whole way that the LORD your God has led you these forty years in the wilderness, that he might humble you, testing you to know what was in your heart, whether you would keep his commandments or not. And he humbled you and let you hunger and fed you with manna, which you did not know, nor did your fathers know, that he might make you know that man does not live by bread alone, but man lives by every word that comes from the mouth of the LORD. Your clothing did not wear out on you and your foot did not swell these forty years. Know then in your heart that, as a man disciplines his son, the LORD your God disciplines you. So you shall keep the commandments of the LORD your God by walking in his ways and by fearing him.” Deuteronomy 8:2-6

When one thinks of the wilderness, images of badlands and inhospitable regions come to mind—places where men fear to tread. However, the scripture above shows us that God can lead us into wilderness areas, and what is more, it can be for our benefit. These experiences, which are difficult and humbling, have an objective: to bring us into a closer relationship with our Creator. When we hunger and thirst, when we suffer weariness and delay, we draw near to the Father—or at least we should.

About nine months ago, I began experiencing a wilderness situation. It is humbling, to say the least. When so many things seem to be going wrong, we may think that He has abandoned us, if we are not grounded in the Word of God. What happens when funds you are expecting do not materialize, or when a door you had hoped would open doesn’t and others close? Does impatience prevail or worse, despair? These situations allow us to see what our hearts are really like. Do the scriptural principles that we adhere to in the good times remain fixed in crisis? Do we really believe that God is our only hope? Or do we run around like a chicken with its head cut off looking for solutions? If we are honest with ourselves, the answers to these questions will give us an idea of our spiritual condition.

I am a tent-maker like Paul, supporting myself by teaching English. The Senegalese state-run schools are notorious for not paying their teachers on time. Teachers often wait for months for their salaries. I teach one class in a public school that pays only after the 30-hour module is completed, which usually takes about ten weeks. The class was completed in January and payment should have come in February, but it didn’t. My monthly bills didn’t stop, either. During this same time, I was also working part-time with a private school and took an off-site class only to have the students request a two-month break about a month after we started. So I started an English conversation group hoping to help make ends meet. I did get some students but that also fizzled after a while. At that point I began asking myself questions. What was going on?


Meanwhile the second semester had started and I hadn’t gotten paid for the first semester. The car began having trouble and then the engine died. How was I going to get to my classes? Public transportation was the order of the day. So now when I had class I was obliged to get up very early and take the car rapide, which is not rapid at all. The first semester check finally arrived at the end of May but was gone before we knew it. Then, in June, my private student went on vacation.

Making it until the end of the month paying transportation to, from, and around Dakar and buying food was often a challenge, but God did not fail me. He always provided. Help came like little oases in the desert. There were no rivers but just enough water to satisfy thirst and help us to go forward. He showed me some areas that I needed to work on like impatience, self-sufficiency, presumption, and endurance because he who endures to the end shall be saved. Matthew 24:13.


I learned from others who had passed through times like these, and one sister pointed me to the scripture above. I realized that I took many things for granted and that although I felt like I depended on God a lot, I actually depended on myself a lot. I also realized that I needed to do more praying and trusting God and less leaning unto my own understanding. I started spending more time in prayer and study. These were fulfilling moments in the presence of the Lord. It was not an easy walk, but God was there all the way.

Then in the beginning of September the door opened and things began to get better. The students who had asked for a break started class again. An acquaintance gave my number to a man who was looking for someone who could teach his wife how to read. The second semester check that was to come in the beginning of July finally came in mid-September. A few weeks later I got a call from a well-known private school that needed someone urgently and my name had been suggested. They, too, pay only after the classes are finished but the salary is double that of the other private school.

When I get paid at the end of the semester, it will be just enough to buy a small, more economical car that can take me back and forth to Dakar without costing an arm and a leg. Gas is US $7 per gallon here. It will take most of the salary to buy the car, but transportation is a priority. Too much time is wasted on buses, car rapides, and taxis, not to mention their poor safety records.

Brothers and sisters of Bethel.

I cannot express my gratitude to God for what He has shown me during these last ten months. I would never have chosen the experience, but I do appreciate all that I have learned. Being confronted with negative character traits is not pleasant but it is necessary if we want to be over comers. As God wanted to purify the children of Israel in the wilderness, He wants to do the same for us. He has not finished with me yet but I am convinced that He is the Author and the Finisher of my faith.

I’ve been traveling a lot since then. In September, Bethel, the English-speaking Seventh-day Adventist church visited Mbirdiam for a nature Sabbath. It was a wonderful day of fellowship. Over the holiday break, I worked with Jean Sambou, a nurse at the Adventist clinic in Niaguis, to visit families in Mbirdiam to assess their health needs and give out gift bags of laundry soap and bleach to promote hygiene and sanitation.

This year, we’ve had many blessings. On our farm we planted green onions, tomatoes, okra, hibiscus, eggplant, corn, watermelon, and beans. Mangoes were plentiful and the cashew tree gave a decent first harvest. The lemon trees are producing but we are still learning about their care. We are finishing up a chicken coop so that we can sell eggs. Water is still an issue but we may get help from the national water agency.

Please continue to pray for the Senegal Health Project and thank you for your prayers and support. May God bless you all!


By Deborah Ndeye Fatou. Email: senegalhealthproect@live.com.

05/24/2014: The Monkey’s Are Coming

The Monkey’s Are Coming



One day, Pastor Timothy decided that he would try to start a church group in a village that had no Christians. He and his wife talked it over and decided to try working in the village of Pudra Paka. They traveled there and began going from house to house. He took one side of the street and she took the other side, although it isn’t really accurate to call the little dirt trail a street. At each house they asked if they could come in and pray for the family. Every house gave them a very emphatic “NO! I am Hindu!” Thankfully, they didn’t give up, but went back week after week for three months with no success. Finally one woman told Pastor Timothy that he could come and pray for her family. They were so happy to find someone who was at least a little receptive! They started going to that house three times a week, praying for this woman and her family.

An Adventist meeting in Pudra Paka.

After about another three months her neighbor came over during a visit. She said that ever since they had let Pastor Timothy and his wife into their house to pray, she could see that the Christian God had really blessed them! So, bit by bit, and very slowly, Christianity came into that village. After getting several families praying to Jesus, Timothy decided to see if the village would allow him to start a regular group worship every Sabbath afternoon. Pastor Timothy said to me, “Sometimes it’s better not to ask permission but just do it, and if no one stops you, then you are all right.” So, in 2001, a new tiny Seventh-day Adventist church was born in Pudra Paka. A few months later that year we held evangelistic meetings and baptized eight people who were ready at that time. The numbers attending church each Sabbath continued to climb. In a few more weeks we baptized six more members. Today we have around 50 baptized members, but twice that many attend, and most of them will eventually be baptized.

A troop of monkeys headed for Pudra Paka vilage.

One Friday, a few weeks ago, word came to the village that the monkeys were headed that way. No one likes the monkeys to come to their village! The monkeys take any food they want, including the fruit from the trees, and anything growing in the fields. The monkeys come in a troop and sometimes there are several hundred of them. They are very vicious and do not hesitate to tackle anyone who opposes them, unless that person is carrying a big heavy stick. When the monkeys come, everyone goes to their fields to try to protect them as much as possible. The villagers came to the Adventists and told them that they had better forget the Sabbath this week. They had to fight the monkeys and protect their fields. The Adventists had their regular Friday night meeting, and discussed what they thought they should do. They all knew very well what the monkeys were capable of. They decided to have a season of prayer and ask our dear Lord what He wanted to do. After quite a lengthy time of prayer they all came to the conclusion that they should keep the Sabbath and go to church, just as they always did. God would protect their fields and houses.

One big male was enticed to come out to have his picture taken, by offering him some bananas.

On Sabbath morning, all of the other villagers made sure that everyone was armed with a good stout stick. That was when they realized that the Adventists were not going to go to their fields, and they wasted no words telling them what they thought of them! They told them if they got hungry during the winter because the monkeys had destroyed their fields, not to come and ask them for help, because they would not help them! Some of the Adventists started to waiver, but most of them had made up their minds, and nothing the other villagers said made any difference to them. The strong ones encouraged the weak ones, and they all went to church. In church they all prayed about the situation and claimed God’s promise in Malachi 3:10, 11. They reminded the Lord that they had been faithful to return their tithe, and claimed the promise that God would rebuke the devourer for their sakes. Suddenly, each one felt a wonderful peace in their hearts, and they knew that God had heard them and would take care of the monkeys! They had a wonderful song service, followed by a very spiritual Christ-centered message. They had brought food, so they could spend time together with their fellow believers that day.

Group of people waiting to be baptized. This brings the total baptized membership to 58.

When they returned to their homes, they could see that the monkeys had left them completely untouched! As the sun was going down on that peaceful Sabbath day, the other villagers started straggling back into the village. They were very tired and discouraged. They had fought the monkeys all day and still some of their fields were damaged. Several of the Adventists decided to go to the fields before it got dark, to see if God had kept His promise. When they got to the fields they were overwhelmed with happiness and joyful hearts. Not one of the fields of the Adventists had been touched by the monkeys! They ran back to the village and shared the good news with the other Adventists, who in turn went to their own fields to see for themselves. The elder of the church called a special meeting of thanksgiving to their dear Lord, for honoring their faith in His protective power!

The next day, none of the other villagers reproached them for keeping the Sabbath. Even though they fought the monkeys some of their fields and homes had suffered damage. The Hindus started asking the Adventists how they could have so much faith in a god they couldn’t see? Since that time we have baptized 14 new members. Quite a few more are taking studies and faithfully coming to church every Sabbath. Since that time the other villagers have apologized to the Adventists for telling them they wouldn’t feed them if the monkeys destroyed their fields. The Adventists then told them that if any of them ran out of food, they would share the blessings that the great God of Heaven had given to them. The Seventh-day Adventist church is the only Christian church that will ever be allowed in that village!

At this particular time we are collecting funds to build a new church in Pudra Paka. We can build a nice church that will seat over 150 people for about $5000. That’s a bargain! If anyone feels moved to help in a financial way with this church, send your tax-deductible donations to: Eden Valley Institute, 9325 World Mission Drive, Loveland, C0, 80538. Be sure to mention that the donation is for building a new church in Pudra Paka, India.

By Roger and Barbara Stone.


05/17/2014: Give Ye Them to Eat

Give Ye Them to Eat

—Great Results from the Smallest Means

North and South America


I am inspired by D’Aubigné’s testimony in History of the Reformation. “God, who prepares His work through ages, accomplishes it by the weakest instruments [or means], when His time has come. To effect great results by the smallest means, such is the law of God. This law, which prevails everywhere in nature, is also found in history.” Book II, chapter 1.

When God began choosing a special people in order to establish them as a peculiar nation for Himself, it was by calling one man—Abraham—who dwelt among the heathen, in Ur of the Chaldees. From him sprang a numerous progeny; but of them, when exalted to the dignity of a nation, the God of heaven said: “The Lord did not set His love upon you, nor choose you, because ye were more in number than any people; for ye were the fewest of all people.” Deuteronomy 7:7.

These thoughts bring us to how God has led us to trust completely in Him, no matter how dark or desperate our situation may look. You see, we are missionaries, descendants of missionary ancestors who left Europe and United States to serve the Lord in South America. Our vision, as lifelong missionaries, has been to follow God’s blueprint on true education, natural health, country living, evangelism, marriage, and even in the way we would support our own ministry in South America.

Guillermo H. (Billy) Paul.

In Argentina, in 1998, my family (my dear wife and three children) tasted a natural fruit drink which sparked ideas and desires to one day formulate something similar. I was further inspired by reading what Ellen White says about health foods in Testimonies, vol. 7. I began to think about God’s plans for the work of formulating healthy foods in behalf of the world, as part of an industrial missionary ministry.

We earnestly prayed to God for guidance and illumination on the matter, since we were living in an area where figs were grown. We found out that, in the majority of the cases, they were wasted, and not always even harvested. So we went to the growers and explained what we were trying to do, and why we needed them to provide us with their sun-dried fruit.

At the beginning things were difficult, as usually happens with new businesses or ideas. I found myself falling to my knees and pleading to God for guidance to understand how to do each task. Our God, the Creator of the Universe, took us under His loving wings and taught and guided us with much patience and love.

Over time, we developed a product called COFFIG, a coffee alternative which is made from 100% Black Mission Figs. It is caffeine-free, gluten-free, milk-free, commercial sugar-free, and guilt-free! For millennia, figs have been considered a healing fruit. God commanded His Prophet Isaiah to prepare a poultice from ripe figs to alleviate Kings Hezekiah’s leg boil. Ancient Egyptians and Phoenicians used figs and its luscious leaves as medicine.

Current roasting machine.

We began by roasting dry black figs in our own kitchen oven. More than once our kitchen was filled with smoke. Sticky, black soot is dfficult to clean! This was trial and error and a constant learning process, requiring many family prayers and strenuous work. Looking back to our early days, the work was overwhelming and very tiresome since many things were done by hand, even cutting labels one by one. But the whole time, God was teaching our family lessons of patience, excellence, and giving importance to the smallest details. We strove to do our best and when we did not know what to do next, we knelt down and prayed to God for wisdom.

Processing the figs for COFFIG.

I have canvassed and been a colporteur for many years, so motivating and inviting people to buy something was not foreign territory for me. But one has to understand that a book is one thing, but it’s something completely different to talk about a new and unique product. People would frown at me when I wanted to sell them just one jar of this new fruit coffee. They would say, “You mean to say that this is made from FIGS?” But God helped me understand He is the best Partner and Heavenly Boss. Slowly but surely we started Dropship on Amazon to sell more and more, faster and faster. God also gave us another excellent marketing principle: give and you’ll receive! So I started to give more than what our customers were paying for.

In less than three years, we started b2b marketing automation software to impact the whole country of Argentina, ending up with more than 40 national distributors promoting and selling our natural and healthy products to small farmer markets, natural foods markets, restaurants, hospitals, colleges, and retail customers. Our practice of giving additional free product resulted in a net growth of 250% in the last three years of our work in Argentina. God made true the promise that for Him nothing is impossible or rather ALL is possible with God!

And now, for the crucial part. You see, God wants the whole world to be enlightened with His glory and the revelation of His wonderful character through His loving and obeying children—you and me. He wants us to bless others with His blessings. Ours is not a “get rich” plan but an industrial missionary plan. The goal for COFFIG is to use 100% of the profits for mission work, not so much to pay salaries but to fund and support God’s end-time missionary projects here and around the world.

The English translation: “Saturday Sabbath is the true Lord’s Day since He never changed it. Avoid the Sunday Law!”

One of the ways God, through COFFIG, has funded and supported the gospel message is through billboards. One of these is a large billboard in Mendoza, Argentina, which has been effectively preaching day and night for more than six years! These missionary billboards have been seen by many thousands. People take pictures from cars, buses, and commercial trucks because they were and still are impressed by what they see and read.

Our family has now moved to the United States and we are looking for a country home in the West, as a home base for our missionary efforts. Please pray that God will lead us to the right place. COFFIG’s vision is to bless millions with God’s end-time Three Angels’ Messages through the opening wedge of the health message, one cup at a time. You may be called to do something in your area of the world, maybe with adaptations and other products, but with the same general guidelines of God’s blueprint for missionary success! We are waiting for His imminent Second Coming to end all sin, hurt, and death! Amen! Maranatha!


By Guillermo H. (Billy) Paul of 3 Angels Global Reach Ministry and COFFIG. Email: safegrowers@gmail.com. Website: www.coffig.com.


05/10/2014: Meeting Challenges with Jesus In Asia

Meeting Challenges with Jesus In Asia


Jesus, Name Above All Names

By Tab Tek

Tab Tek

Before I became a Christian, my life was filled with misery. I gambled, drank alcohol, and worshiped idols. I was very judgmental of others and I was always jealous of what others had. I had no happiness at all. I remember hearing once that Jesus defeated the devil, and that He had the power to change lives. Even though I was interested in that message, I did not believe it…yet.

Then one day, I had an experience that I will never forget. I was leading my cows into the field and since it was around noon, I decided to take a nap. I was sleeping in the shade of a tree when suddenly I woke up and sensed a strange dark image approaching me. It was huge and I had never seen anything like it before. To my horror, it began to suffocate me! I started to shout for help, but no one could hear me. Suddenly, the name “Jesus” appeared in my mind. I immediately cried out, “Oh Jesus, please help me!” At once, the image, which I now know was an evil spirit, left me alone. I hurried to find my cows and took them home. When I got home I told my mother what had just happened to me. She explained to me that God is sovereign and that He created the entire universe. Even though I had just experienced God’s power in a mighty way, I still did not believe in Him…yet.

A little while later, I went to Thailand in search of a job. On one particularly hot day, I was taking a walk and there were no clouds in the sky. The name “Jesus” came into my mind again, and I began to ponder Him. I thought about Him as the Creator who made heaven, the earth, and the seas. I decided to call on His name again—not to save me from anything like last time, but to show me who He was. So I looked up at the sky and said, “Oh Jesus, please create a miracle for me to see.” As I was calling out to Jesus and looking at the sky, it was still clear with no clouds in sight. I kept walking, hoping for a sign of His power. Then, the unexpected happened: the sky suddenly turned very cloudy and dark. I was both surprised and very happy to see this. God had answered my prayer and showed me a miracle, and from that moment on, I believed.

Later on, I moved back to Cambodia, where my mother invited me to her church. I eventually got baptized. I began to study the Bible even more seriously. As I got deeper into His Word, I saw His love and it touched my heart. By God’s grace, I was able to give up the besetting sins I had once loved, as my love transferred from worldly pleasures to Jesus, the Name above all names.

Now I work as a literacy teacher in Cambodia. God has really helped my students learn how to read and understand the Bible well. I love having the privilege of sharing the name of Jesus every day. My class keeps growing and it’s because of Him.



Myint’s Biggest Challenge

By Julia O’Carey


Church planter Myint* works to bring freedom in Jesus to the Akha tribe in Burma. Myint, his wife, and four children face many challenges, such as trying to get the supplies they need during rainy season when the roads are slicker than a thousand snails. Every day during the dry season, the family treks an hour down the mountain to the river and another hour-and-a-half back, carrying buckets of water. But that is not their biggest challenge. Finances are tight because they want to send their children to an Adventist school, but Myint’s stipend is too small to cover the costs. This is not their biggest challenge either. Teaching kindergarten and first graders and church planting is difficult, but definitely not their greatest challenge. Soldiers come and raid the village from time to time, but that, too, is not their biggest challenge. Click this site for more details.


Myint’s greatest challenge comes in the form of a beautiful, brightly-colored flower, the poppy. These flowers flourish in the dry, cool climate of this remote, mountainous region. The majority of the impoverished farmers in the village not only grows and sells these flowers, but these seemingly harmless beauties have ended up ruling their lives. Men, women, and children—ten years and older—are addicted to opium that they produce from the sap of the flower pods and then smoke in pipes. The morphine-based drug is their numbing “cure” for all the aches and pains of life. Though the drug brings about an initial feeling of euphoria, it is highly addictive, which leads them into poverty. Opium is destructive to the mind and body and is a hindrance to learning Bible truth and accepting Jesus, the true remedy for their aching hearts.

One day, the village shaman heard that Myint was headed to town. He approached Myint and asked, “Can you sell this jar of honey and buy a big cigar for me with the money?” Myint held the jar of honey up to the light and gazed at it pensively. He looked back at the shaman and asked, “Have you ever noticed that honey is sticky and dark just like how the sap comes out of the poppy pods? Yet the honey has good nutrients in it and is tasty to the tongue but the sap produces opium which is death to the body.” The shaman scowled and walked away. Myint brought back the tobacco as requested. All the animist villagers gathered around in the shaman’s hut to share a little smoke from the new cigar. Myint was about to leave but then the Holy Spirit fell upon him and a powerful sermon poured from his lips.

Myint and a jar of honey.

He held up a jar of honey and taught them how the law of the Lord is perfect and it will change their souls. He shared his pure, beautiful personal testimony of how the Lord transformed his life and gave him victory over his own destructive habits. He said, “It is God who has given me wisdom to teach your children and joy to help you any way I can.” He held up his black book, the Holy Bible and said, “The words in here are sweeter than the honey in this jar.” Then he shared the destructive effects of smoking opium and tobacco and how it is a trick from the devil to numb the mind and mask pain. He shared how the tobacco and the drugs are created by humans and their intelligence will disappear just like the smoke in their pipes. Honey makes the rich man who can afford to buy it healthy. The Word of God works the same way, making those who read it rich with wisdom.

The shaman tossed and turned all night. The words Myint said kept ringing in his head. Early in the morning he visited Myint with a bag of rice. “This rice is my gift to you. Thank you for sharing with us yesterday. I never heard this message before and I want to learn more.” He and his family now attend church every Sabbath, along with 40 other members. Praise God for being the answer to Myint’s biggest challenge ever!


Compiled by Jeanette Yeboah-Amoako. For more information about Adventist Southeast Asia Projects (ASAP), email: office@asapministries.org. Website: asapministries.org.


05/03/2014: From Slavery to Freedom

From Slavery to Freedom



“The creative energy that called the worlds into existence is in the word of God. This word imparts power; it begets life. Every command is a promise; accepted by the will, received into the soul, it brings with it the life of the Infinite One. It transforms the nature and re-creates the soul in the image of God.” Education, 126.

Kotapadu, a small village in the state of Andhra Pradesh in India, is surrounded by ten villages and is three kilometers from National Highway 5. Before 1950, these villages were not independent from caste domination (slave ruling landlords). Very slowly, small changes have taken place, but much more improvement is needed. If you were to visit these homes and villages, you would hear many different, but sad stories from the families. It is worthwhile to mention the Shabach Academy and their story of God’s miracle, which stands in contrast to these stories.

The word slavery is not easy to explain because one cannot know its pain without experiencing it. In these ten villages, the Hindu religion strongly influenced people through its blind traditions and regulations. They keep the people in servitude until their death. For instance, for many years the poor people could not enter or come near the temples of the Hindu idols or gods to worship them. They had to stay outside the villages. It is still the same today. Most of the poor people live outside the villages.

The story of Shabach Academy started many years ago. Ten-year-old Lakshmaiah, who had been born and brought up near the Kotapadu village, lived in a poor home where his father worked as a cobbler. He had no time to play with other children because he was a worker at the landlord’s house. From early morning until night he went to work herding buffalos. If he was lucky, he would get food to eat one or two times a day from the garbage. Though the hours were very long, Lakshmaiah was never afraid to work and he always worked faithfully for his owner.

Because he was such a hard worker, the landowner showed mercy on Lakshmaiah and enrolled him into a school. From then on, he had to go to school and work for the landowner afterwards. Along with his school books, he studied the Holy Bible. He had secretly received it as a gift. Faithfully, he studied up to tenth grade and still worked as a slave at his landlord’s house. After he finished this grade, the landlord’s heart was touched by God and he told Lakshamaiah to go and do as he wished. Praise the Lord! Lakshmaiah could not express his happiness in words, because up to that point no one had been granted independence in that way. The rule was: once anyone became a slave under his landlord, he must work until death.

The other poor people joined to celebrate his happiness because they had hope in his story, since he was the only one among them who had an education. But Satan was not happy. Soon great economic trouble would bring the celebration to an end. However, Lakshmaiah chose to use his ability and freedom to spread the Word of God around the villages. Since 1970, the people have listened with great hope to Lakshmaiah, even though all his gospel teaching was done secretly.

By 1990, Christian missionaries had spread the gospel to the cities, but not to the rural areas. By the year 2000, Seventh-day Adventist missionaries established a few churches in some villages, not attracting the Hindu worshipers, but the poor caste people. By this time, Lakshmaiah was an elder of the Kotapadu village, and he invited the Seventh-day Adventist missionaries to build a church there, thus showing a high regard for Christianity.

Yet there is still a problem with the poor caste people because they have not totally avoided the Hindu culture and circumstances. Lakshmaiah prayed many hours to God to lead this community of people from “Egypt to Canaan,” from idol worship to serving the real God. Finally, God wonderfully answered his prayer! Lakshmaiah was shown from his own childhood experience that the best way to bring people out of darkness is to teach the children and give them Bibles to read. True education was the way to bring change to those ten villages. Then, the children themselves teach their parents and others the Word of God. Amen!

Lakshmaiah is now 65 years old and his prayers have been answered through Sister Rebecca Pomianowski. She came to visit their village and presented the Word of God to them. Lakshmaiah showed his thankfulness to God by shouting loudly. Even the people in the Kotapadu village were surprised and pleased by her unexpected visit. Wanting to do something for the poor community for the last two years, they donated small bits of their land to Vijaya Kumar, Lakshmaiah’s son. They never expected that God would send someone like Sister Rebecca. After witnessing this miracle, everyone wanted to shabach to praise the Lord. The word “shabach” means to shout, to praise God in a loud voice!

More land has been donated and has now increased to five acres, especially after Sister Rebecca visited again. A bore well was drilled on that land and the poor people work hard to add fill dirt. They also donate their own small pieces of land and contribute funds from their daily wages. All of this is not yet enough to build Shabach Academy. They need helpers of God’s selecting to cheerfully give and pray for this needy project. We are awaiting God’s help. If God is truly prompting you to donate toward this project, please contact us.

“The excellence of knowledge is that wisdom gives life to those who have it.” Ecclesiastes 7:12.


By Vijaya Kumar of Shabach Academy in Andhra Pradesh, India. He can be reached through Rebecca Pomianowski’s ministry: Website: shelleysenner.wordpress.com. Email: rpomianowski@gmail.com. Donations: see page 30.


04/26/2014: From Sorrow to Singing

From Sorrow to Singing

In Tanzania


Dr. and Mrs. James Twing

When Jim and Ethel Twing returned to Africa, they were excited to be able to continue their ministry in a much more expanded way. Before leaving the United States, the Twings sold everything they could in order to purchase an airplane, a Cessna 172. Jim Twing, along with Bob Seamount of the Voice of Prophecy, and pilot Dale Tillay, flew from Portland, Oregon, in the United States, to Africa. Coming to a full stop within 100 yards of the Heri Hospital, on a newly constructed airstrip, the crew had difficulty getting out of the plane. They were immediately surrounded by a throng of people, some of whom had never seen an airplane.

Heri Hospital is located in one of the most remote mission posts operated by the Seventh-day Adventist Church. Although Kigoma, the nearest town to Heri Mission Hospital, is only 40 miles away, the rain-soaked road—not much more than a cow path—made the trip very difficult and time consuming. It usually took over two hours to make the trip. It was precisely these conditions that led Dr. Twing to purchase the airplane for use in his work. He was responsible for 30 dispensaries and clinics throughout northwest Tanzania, on roads in no better condition than the one to Kigoma. This was the work he wanted to do—forever. He enjoyed each day more than the day before. There was so much to do and so many people who needed physical and spiritual help.

Dr. Twing with his airplane.

One day Dr. Twing was scheduled to attend meetings in Morogoro. The trip would take two days and many flying hours from his home base.

“Come here, please, Mrs. Twing,” Charles Stafford, director of the Heri Mission Hospital School of Health, called out to Ethel as she dismissed the class she was teaching. “Pastor Jackson just came from Morogoro. He tells me Dr. Twing wasn’t present for the committee meetings!”

Since there was no telephone at the Heri Hospital and the radio was unusable on Sunday, Ethel was in a quandary. A few minutes later, Chuck Stafford knocked at her door. “What are you going to do? Don’t you want to go into Kigoma to use the telephone?” he questioned. Mrs. Twing hesitated, then said, “Yes, I’ll go. If there is nothing wrong, it will be a relief to know it. If there is something wrong, we should be able to do something.”

Chuck Stafford and Mrs. Twing went to the police station in Kigoma and told them about the situation. The officer on duty assured them he would do some checking. “It will be an hour before we know anything. Come back then,” he urged. They stayed with friends while waiting. Thirty minutes later the phone rang. The call was from the conference office in Morogoro. “She’s standing right here,” Mrs. Twing heard Stafford reply.

“Has this been confirmed?” he replied, after listening for a few minutes. Realizing the full impact of what he was saying, Mrs. Twing backed into the hall, leaned up against the wall, and waited until he had finished. In a few minutes her dream had turned into a nightmare—her husband of 30 years was gone—his plane had crashed, and burned. She was now alone.

Nurse Twing.

Undaunted, Ethel returned to America, studied nursing and returned to Heri Hospital.
Since her husband’s death, Ethel has served first as a nurse at Heri Hospital, then as a coordinator of pastor’s training and evangelism. Since 1972 with the support of friends all over the world, Ethel, affectionately known by her African family as Mama Twing, has educated more than 100 young people. She educated the present Tanzanian Union President and Ministerial Secretary.

The first step in the process by which a student received sponsorship involved an internship in Mama Twing’s home. There she was able to study their personal characteristics to determine if they would apply themselves in school with honesty and integrity. Then they would work selling books and literature in Africa and European countries to earn a portion of their tuition. She returned to America each summer and raised funds for their education.

Twing elementary school - 2006.

Twelve years ago, about the same time the Twing Memorial Elementary School (TMES) was started, the Ministry purchased 18 acres situated between two rivers. The plan was to develop a secondary school for the students graduating from the elementary school. But in November 2011, the Ministry almost lost the land. In Africa, if land is not used after a number of years, it can be confiscated without payment. A member of the Tanzanian Parliament and some leaders of the local villages were going to take over the land to build a bazaar. Pastor Musa Mitekaro was informed of the plan. He was told by the supporting village leaders that if he would start building the school immediately, they could stop the takeover. With help from a donor, construction began. After many providential occurrences, the land was saved. By March 2012, Musa had all the necessary permits and certificates to establish a secondary school. This is unheard of in Africa.

Twing secondary school.

The Twing Memorial Secondary School is still not ready to accept students. Before the school can be opened, the government inspectors want two duplex apartments for teachers, roads, a well, fencing, a library, a laboratory, an assembly hall, and completed furnishings. The cost will be close to $100,000. The secondary school is a pressing need. After immersing the elementary students in an Adventist Christian education, many of the students are not fully grounded in the Adventist truth. Without our own Adventist secondary school, students are sent to schools in Tanzania, often far away from their homes. Financial support to maintain the Twing Memorial Ministries is changing the lives of our pupils by giving them a chance for a better life on this earth and a promise of eternal life.

One of our students, Gambo, joined TMES when he was six years old. Gambo wished to learn how to read, write, and to speak English. In Africa, most parents do not send their children to school. They need their children at home to help with growing their food or caring for their animals. At times, it is the child who initiates school registration, and often without the parents’ approval. Gambo thanks God that he is able to study in the Twing Memorial Elementary School. He says, “Most of my friends, who were my age in my village, have died of malaria, or cholera, or malnutrition, but I am alive, and I thank God. My dream is to be a medical doctor that I may help children like me.” Gambo is in grade five and is a hard-working and determined boy. Now, he can read, write, and speak English.

In September 2013, the National Examination for standard seven was conducted. Seventy-three pupils from TMES attended. During the exam, there was more security than normal, including both police and ivigilators (people who watches examinations to prevent cheating). Last year, our school performed very well. This year the government increased the security, thinking that maybe the students were cheating. There are seven courses, which meant seven examinations. The police and invigilators were surprised to see that that, before every examination, the pupils sang and prayed. This is not common in schools here in Tanzania.

The police and invigilators concluded their report, saying, “The secret of high performance at TMES is prayer and singing, and they even prayed for us. They trust in God and that is why they always pass their national examinations.” The results came out in December 2013 and the TMES students scored high for their region, their state, and in the whole country.

Praise the Lord for souls won through the outstanding dedication of our teachers and the school chaplain.


By Dr. Larry Hawkins, Secretary/Treasurer for Twing Memorial Ministries. Website: www.grandmaafrica.com. Make your tax deductible donations to: Twing Memorial Ministries, PO Box 6, College Place, WA 99324.