I heard 3 horns, thinking we should hurry, as my team chows down fish from a side market on a stop over in a small island on are way to Baik. The next thing I know is we are running full speed as people left and right are rushing us and shouting at us, some little kids are even running with us! I look up, seeing the steps to the ship being pulled up, so there goes our way onto our ship. So we get pushed in to what I think is a motor boat, losing my shoe as we clear a cement wall to hop in the boat. The whole village has now come for the show, shouting and laughing at us. The engine dies on the motor boat, it starts again praise Jesus and we attempt to hop from boat to ship still moving with all eyes on us. Then we are rushed to the captains office where are translator gets the 3rd degree. “Do you like Papuan Men? Next time I will leave you here and you will have to marry Papuan man!” he shouted. As we walk to the cabin in the ship trying to hold are tail between our legs, we bust up in laughter as we meet up with the rest of the team. All I can think is dumb Americans!
Outreach has been amazing so far, after are 24hr ship ride we have treated 4 or 5 villages and I have seen many smiling faces and God free so many people everywhere we have gone. I have see some heart reaching moments like a 7 year old boy with a blown ear drum because of abuse from his father; skin diseases that covered the whole body, a woman collapsing in the clink because of malaria, and 6 month old baby wrapped up in cloth drenched in sweat with a fever of 106. But in all of these God moved in prayer and we were able to help with education and medication. I love our merciful God!
We leave to the High lands soon to do a heath seminar with the village leaders teaching them things like how to give a safe prenatal care; sanitation and how to make outhouses, and discipleing them also in the bible and encouraging them. I can’t wait! Thank you for your prayers please continue to pray for us.
Also I am still short on outreach fees and are teams bugget has been really tite if youu would like to give finaclly there is still a need about 300 is what is needed. Two ways to give:
Mail:
Stacy Parker
PMB D23
621 SR 9 NE
Lake Stevens WA 98258-9400
USA
(Preferred because of time) Online:
To Student of IPHC Stacy Parker
http://www.reeftooutback.com/payments.aspx
(This brings you to a secure website of are school and just writing my name on the donation.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Aids
Aids becomes real when you hold her hand
Aids becomes real when you feel the bones beneath her skin
Aids becomes real when you smell the sores rotting on her neck
Aids becomes real when you see her 4 smiling children and her sick husband
Aids become real…
God becomes real as you pray with her
God becomes real as you wipe the tears from her face and yours
God becomes real as you see the beauty of her husband and her lying hand in hand with child curled up in the middle of them both.
God becomes real as you smell His perfume fill the room blessing her with comfort
God becomes real as you place groceries of her favorite foods on the table
God becomes real…
The comfort I find when there is nothing I can do, is knowing my God will welcome them in to heaven first. And that is the God I serve.
West Papua has a growing epidemic of aids and 90% of them are never told they have it from the doctors, because of the stigma it carries. Some still believe that it is a curse from God But my God has different plans; people can still be freed as the enemy takes their flesh but their sprits will be with Jesus. West Papua needs doctors, dentist, educators and more welling hearts to come and serve these people with Gods “Love”. When will you come?
Friday, January 11, 2008
I woke up in Indonesia.
Sellamat Sori! (good evening)
I woke up in Indonesia (West Papua) It has been quite an adventure. Busy roads with the sound of beeping horns and sometimes 4-5 people zooming by on one motorbike. Their version of fast food here is a man walking down a street, carrying two cases of donuts on one stick on his shoulders.
Yesterday we had an amazing clinic. We treated about 87 people in a nearby village. At the start of the clinic, while we were doing our teaching, 30 year old, Tinki, came with her two daughters. She was drenched in sweat and shivering, too weak to stand. A few of us rushed over to her. We suspected she had a really dangerous strand of Malaria. As we tested her for it, she shared with us her story. Seven years ago, she was physically blind, and a devout Muslim. But God healed her eyes and she saw again. She beieved that Jesus can heal, and he has been her Savior ever since. I checked her temperature and it was dangerously high. In between her telling us the story, she fell in and out of consciousness, having fits. I was really worried about brain damage, and we didn't have strong enough medication to help her. I asked her if she would go to the hopsital, and she spoke saying, her and her family live in the garden. And her husband recycles rubbish off the street. And that she has no money for the hospital. Our leader gave some of her own money to go buy stronger medication from the pharmacy. And we found a place for her to rest. We prayed with her for healing and I saw tears of pleading run down her face. My gut feeling inside is that only GOd can help this woman right now. I joined the rest of the team as we treated a wide range of sicknesses. TB, skin diseases, worms...but my mind was still on her. Lunch came around, and I made sure she and her girls had some food and water. I checked her temperature and Terrimikasi Yesus (Thank you, Jesus), her fever was completely gone! And she was able to eat. As I sat with her on the floor, thanking Jesus, my heart was overjoyed by the fact that we serve a loving GOd that saw her in the garden and brought her to us to be healed.
I woke up in Indonesia (West Papua) It has been quite an adventure. Busy roads with the sound of beeping horns and sometimes 4-5 people zooming by on one motorbike. Their version of fast food here is a man walking down a street, carrying two cases of donuts on one stick on his shoulders.
Yesterday we had an amazing clinic. We treated about 87 people in a nearby village. At the start of the clinic, while we were doing our teaching, 30 year old, Tinki, came with her two daughters. She was drenched in sweat and shivering, too weak to stand. A few of us rushed over to her. We suspected she had a really dangerous strand of Malaria. As we tested her for it, she shared with us her story. Seven years ago, she was physically blind, and a devout Muslim. But God healed her eyes and she saw again. She beieved that Jesus can heal, and he has been her Savior ever since. I checked her temperature and it was dangerously high. In between her telling us the story, she fell in and out of consciousness, having fits. I was really worried about brain damage, and we didn't have strong enough medication to help her. I asked her if she would go to the hopsital, and she spoke saying, her and her family live in the garden. And her husband recycles rubbish off the street. And that she has no money for the hospital. Our leader gave some of her own money to go buy stronger medication from the pharmacy. And we found a place for her to rest. We prayed with her for healing and I saw tears of pleading run down her face. My gut feeling inside is that only GOd can help this woman right now. I joined the rest of the team as we treated a wide range of sicknesses. TB, skin diseases, worms...but my mind was still on her. Lunch came around, and I made sure she and her girls had some food and water. I checked her temperature and Terrimikasi Yesus (Thank you, Jesus), her fever was completely gone! And she was able to eat. As I sat with her on the floor, thanking Jesus, my heart was overjoyed by the fact that we serve a loving GOd that saw her in the garden and brought her to us to be healed.
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