Sunday, 10 February 2019

POST by LORENZY: Hearing God's Voice


We are on the last part of the DTS (Discipleship Training School at Youth With A Mission in Madrid, Spain) and are currently on outreach on the east coast (Spain).

The church that we have been with for the last week and a bit has been really great. The pastor is British and his wife is from here. I’ve heard many American accents when they speak Spanish but heard very few British accents in Spanish, and it’s been very entertaining. 

We have done many activities whilst we’ve been here. The first Sunday we were here during the service we did an activity where we had to ask God for a word for someone in the church or the church in general. We were told right before the service that we were going to do this after praise and worship. I got really nervous because I wasn’t sure if I was going to receive a word or anything for anyone. I was thinking about it a lot until I really got so anxious that I was missing out on worship time. So I shifted my focus onto praising God.

Minutes later I received an image for a red headed girl sitting a few rows behind me. It was so clear that I had to write it down to not forget any details. When it was time to give a word I was ready and was the first to grab the mic and share it with the girl. Whilst I shared the image and explained what it meant the girl started crying. I looked around and the Pastors wife was also crying.

After the service we had lunch with the church. We ate paella which is a traditional food here in Spain. I sat with the youth and was next to the girl that I gave a word to. We chatted for a while and I found out she was the pastor’s daughter. Throughout the week that I was with this church I was able to spend more time with the daughter and she opened up to me.

She told me that the word I had given her made so much sense and that God had been talking to her about what I’d said before we had even arrived, but that she had not really wanted to listen to what God had told her to do. But when I spoke to her it was clear that she had to start obeying God. This really touched me and encouraged me with my relationship with God.


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Sunday, 30 December 2018

POST by MYRON: My Life



My name is Myron. I'm from Managua, Nicaragua. I was born in the city of Managua. From a young age my family consisted of me, my mother, my older sister and brother. My dad left when I was 2 years old. He was physically abusive towards my mother and siblings, and that's why my mom could not take it anymore. My father left for another country.

My mother always worked to feed our family. When I was growing up, my mother met a man and decided to bring him into our home as her partner. After two years of them being together, my younger sister was born. Then there were 4 of us kids in the house, plus my mother and my step-father.

I didn't finish school, not even elementary, because I didn't pay attention in class. I didn't want to do homework and liked getting into trouble with my friends.

When I was 12 years old I met a group called "The Nicavangelists." I was curious about them and their activities, break dancing and Tricking (gymnastics combined with martial arts). They grabbed my attention and I began to practice with them and also by myself.

I formed a good relationship with members of The Nicavangelists and they gave me the opportunity to travel to the United States (Commencing in 2013). We perform a street theater production (A new one each year) and share our hope in Christ and demonstrate aspects of Nicaraguan youth culture.

Nine months ago a socio-political crisis evolved in Nicaragua. We were in the United States and decided that from here we could help our country by being a voice and sharing about the evil that is happening in our country. We have had the opportunity to present our story on various tv/social media news services. With everything we've said, we are sure that if we return to Nicaragua, they (The Nicaraguan Government) will torture and kill us. For this reason we cannot return to Nicaragua.

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The Nicavangelists are advocates for the youth of Nicaragua who are suffering. We urgently need your help to help us feed, clothe, house and educate young Nicas. We are paying for the education of several tertiary students who've lost their jobs as a result of the socio-political crisis, and have some 30 kids we are working with and will bring them out into safety. If you'd like to partner, please click on the following link and make a donation:  https://www.givesendgo.com/nicanewtrouperecruits




Saturday, 29 December 2018

POST by JONNY: My Life


My name is Jonny.

I am the youngest of 4 children.

My life has been very difficult from an early age. My parents were alcoholics. They didn’t take proper care of me and my siblings. When I was 8 years old I began to work in the streets selling water at the traffic lights and organising other people’s garbage. I went door-to-door asking people if I could be paid to dispose of their garbage. I would collect the garbage and take it to the dump. This is how I earnt money. This work affected my education. I had to make a choice, study or work.

My brother made many friends who became enemies over time. That hurt my family very much. My brother’s friends tried to kill us on many occasions. That time for me was like hell. I was 13 years old and I saw a lot of suffering, people murdered. I had to endure so much pain.

But even though my parents made many mistakes, I love them and I want the best for them. My parents are not together, but they always try to do the best for me and my siblings.

Eight years ago I met The Nicavangelists. I joined this group because I wanted to pursue opportunities and wanted a change in my life. Now I am the director of the group.

In 2013 The Nicavangelists started sharing our Nicaraguan culture and talents in the United States of America. The reason we travelled to the United States was to share the hope we have in Jesus and to share our stories with the American people, exactly what Jesus can do in the life of any person.

On April 18, 2018, the Nicaraguan Government implemented a policy stripping pensioners of some of their benefits. A group of people, the “Sandinista Youth,” arrived on the scene and assaulted the elderly who were passionately protesting the policies and claiming their right to their money.

After this the entire population of Managua was furious and took to the streets in protest. The Government responded by sending paramilitaries to take back control of the situation. With these actions they killed more than 500 people (Over several months), many of the protesters have disappeared and the economy has been damaged significantly.

I have made the decision to speak out about the socio-political crisis in Nicaragua on many news media services in the USA and, due to this, cannot go back to Nicaragua. If I return, my life will be at risk and also the lives of my parents and family.

I am seeking asylum in the USA because I cannot return until the situation in Nicaragua is stable. If I was to return, I do not know where my life would end.

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The Nicavangelists are advocates for the youth of Nicaragua who are suffering. We urgently need your help to help us feed, clothe, house and educate young Nicas. We are paying for the education of several tertiary students who've lost their jobs as a result of the socio-political crisis, and have some 30 kids we are working with and will bring them out into safety. If you'd like to partner, please click on the following link and make a donation:  https://www.givesendgo.com/nicanewtrouperecruits


Friday, 28 December 2018

POST by JED: Deybel



My name is Deybel.

When I was 8 years old, I began to receive bad treatment from my father, he was a very strong man and he mistreated my mother, my sisters and me. He was physically and verbally abusive, we lived a difficult life.

When I was 13 years old I decided to start working so I could help provide for my mother in the house. Because of the domestic abuse in my house, my dad did not want to help provide for our family. This affected my studies a lot, until I got to the point where at 13 years old I decided to leave school to be able to work full time and be able to better help my mother.

In the place where I worked there were many young people like me. They made me go to parties with them. At parties I drank alcohol and smoked drugs, all this kept me away from my family, which was fine for me as in my house there were only problems.

My vices began to affect my mother and sisters in a negative way, since they did not want to see me drugged or haggard. Seeing them suffering because of me, I realised I needed to change and decided to do so to help my family in a better way.

All the activities and events that the Nicavangelists held in my neighbourhood were great. I wanted to be part of everything they did, and be one of their international troupe members. In 2016, in one of the events they hosted, the winner was given the opportunity to be a member of the group.

And so I came with The Nicavangelists to the United States of America to share the Nicaraguan culture and our talents that are developed in the group.

I am afraid to return to Nicaragua because everything is changing. There is no freedom, people walk scared with the possibility that they may be killed. For this reason I do not want to return, because if I return I could be a victim too.

As a member of the Sandinista Youth, I received orders to destroy completed election ballot papers. Besides this, I have been with my group on the news (ABC7 (San Francisco & Denver), Telemundo (Network-wide), LA Times, Ocean Times (Orange County), CBS affiliate (Reno), NBC affiliate (Palm Springs), Univision (Twice in Los Angeles and once in Fresno), Brut Americas (New York), Channels 8 & 10 and Spectrum News (in Rochester, NY) and more) in the United States and Latin America, so if I go back to Nicaragua I would be a target for paramilitaries.

Since I have declared everything I know, government operatives would kidnap me, torture me and kill me. I want to be in the United States until the situation in Nicaragua is resolved and peace is restored.

The Nicavangelists are advocates for the youth of Nicaragua who are suffering. We urgently need your help to help us feed, clothe, house and educate young Nicas. We are paying for the education of several tertiary students who've lost their jobs as a result of the socio-political crisis, and have some 30 kids we are working with and will bring them out into safety. If you'd like to partner, please click on the following link and make a donation:  https://www.givesendgo.com/nicanewtrouperecruits



Thursday, 27 December 2018

POST by JED: Mario



My name is Mario Fernando Borrel Hernandez.

I was born in the city of Managua, in Nicaragua, on April 28, 2000. I was born and raised with my whole family, I went to school, I had many friends. I worked in a little, we lived in a poor neighbourhood, where almost every day there were fights in the streets. There were many drug dealers, etc.

I grew up not caring if I missed a meal, my mother always cared that we were fed and that we had an education. My mother raised me, my dad was less involved. My dad drank alcohol.\

My father was an alcoholic, he almost always came home drunk. Sometimes he treated my mother badly, he was verbally abusive. One day, when my father was arguing with my mother, my dad threw a tin pot full of rice at her and it hit her nose. My mother’s nose bled a lot and I couldn’t do anything because I was still very small. My dad took my mother to the hospital and thank God she was okay.

Later my dad left the house and no longer lived with us. From that moment things began to change in our house. My mother got a job, because she hadn’t worked when my father had lived in our home. My father didn’t want my mother to work. After he was gone, my mother worked in a children's ministry called “Compassion International,” which is an organisation that helps poor children. Their ministries teach from the Bible, they give classes from the bible to children, etc... and my mom worked there for very little money, but she didn’t care much, she only cared that we studied and had food to eat.

With time I began to have many problems at school. I was very intelligent, but my behaviour was very bad. I didn’t like to do the jobs my teachers gave me. I left school. My mother told me if I didn’t want to study, I would work selling ice water at the traffic lights. I didn’t want that and decided to increase my grades at school and did a lot of homework too.

Then when I was in high school I began to lose control of my life. I hung-out with many friends who did bad things. They stole, smoked drugs, drank alcohol, and attended many parties. Things like that… In our spare time my friends taught me to steal with them. I went one day with them and they gave me a knife to threaten people in the streets. I became a part of their gang. Almost every night I stole from people in the streets.

With the problems I had in my life, I took refuge in vices such as smoking drugs, drinking alcohol, partying, etc. On two occasions I arrived drunk at school, and at other times I was often high during class.

On one occasion we went out to steal in the streets and we came across another gang. They were our enemies. They started throwing stones at us. They fired weapons at us. There weren’t many of us there, only 6. There were approximately 20 of them. The problem for the other gang was that we’d strolled into their neighbourhood. We only had homemade weapons, and due to the size of our group as opposed to theirs, we ran out of that place, everyone shooting of in different directions.

I remember that day well. I ran for my life. I knew if I stopped I was dead. I was exhausted when I arrived home. I’d run a long distance. My mother asked me what had happened and I told her everything I had done and I apologised to my mother. I cried a lot because I felt I’d failed. On that day my mother asked if I wanted to accept God in my life and I said yes. I regretted everything I’d done. I asked God to forgive me for everything I’d done. Then I went to church with my mother and my siblings. From that day forward I did not fall into the same mess.

I joined The Nicavangelists in December 2016, because I wanted to search for more of God, and make some changes so as to not live as I’ve done in the past. I came to the United States to share the culture of Nicaragua and my talent in schools, churches and at universities.

I am afraid to return to Nicaragua because our President does not like people to gather and protest, or speak ill of him. Our group, The Nicavangelists, have interviewed with journalists in various media. We will be labelled as terrorists, and for that reason if I return I would end up dead like other people. If I go back to Nicaragua, I could be kidnapped or tortured too. I am waiting for the situation in Nicaragua to stabilize, so I can return home again to see my family.

The Nicavangelists are advocates for the youth of Nicaragua who are suffering. We urgently need your help to help us feed, clothe, house and educate young Nicas. We are paying for the education of several tertiary students who've lost their jobs as a result of the socio-political crisis, and have some 30 kids we are working with and will bring them out into safety. If you'd like to partner, please click on the following link and make a donation:  https://www.givesendgo.com/nicanewtrouperecruits



Monday, 24 December 2018

POST by LORENZY: Church in Kathmandu


On our third day in Nepal we went to church. We took a little bus down to the church (Everything is either up or down in Nepal, never “across town”), that met in a room of a huge building.

We walked up the steps of the building and then the stairwell to where the church service was to be held. Upon our arrival we had to immediately take off our shoes. That made me really happy because if you know me, you know I am in my element when I’m barefoot. We walked in and they had already started church. So we shuffled in quickly and sat on the dusty, chequered carpet.

Black tarps covered the wall sized windows which I thought was strange because they were using electricity for lighting when they didn’t need to, but then I looked around the room and realised there were scriptures written all over the walls. Maybe the reason for the concealment was so that the outsiders wouldn’t see the scriptures.

They were singing songs whilst we were sitting down. All of a sudden a guy walked in and that’s when church really started to pump. We all stood up and started listening to worship in Nepali. Their worship was so different. The way they sing is very different from what I’m used to hearing.

I had kind of zoned off and all of a sudden I hear them singing in English. I had to stop and pay attention to see if they were actually singing English. They sang two songs in English, Lord I lift Your Name on High and another one that I had never heard before. It was really cute to see the little Nepali women trying to remember the words for the English songs.

After worship they invited our group to come up to the front and introduce ourselves. We stood up the front in a line and two of the ladies went down the line putting cream coloured cloths around our necks whilst we said our names and where we had come from.

We went and sat down again. A guy from Brazil, who had lived in Texas for over 10 years, went up to preach. He was a football (soccer) coach and you could really tell. He told us about what he did, travelling around the world and organising huge football events and sharing the gospel through these gatherings.

The guy translating was really struggling and I know the feeling. I felt really bad for him and I wanted to just get up there and translate for him but I couldn’t because I don’t know Nepali. I had to watch him suffer for the rest of the sermon but he got really into it towards the end and he was laughing through the cringe.

It was a really awesome experience to go to a Nepali church and see what it’s like. It kind of reminded me of church in Nicaragua. We start when we’re ready and we finish when we’re done.

Lorenzy-Ella will be at YWAM for 5 months and will need your encouragement, prayers, and support. If you’d like to learn more how you can partner with Lorenzy, please CLICK HERE


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Sunday, 23 December 2018

POST by ELIEZER: Week 12 (Orphans in Kathmandu)


We returned from the mountains exhausted, but also very happy to have shared our week with the people and on account of all the activities we did. We came back to our lodgings where we’d been staying initially, in a place called Naranthan in Kathmandu, Nepal.

We were welcomed with very good news, the people in charge of the orphanages were going to allow us to outreach in 5 orphanages that week.

Underage girls lived in these orphanages, they’d been rescued from prostitution and abuse of all kinds.

For us it was a miracle from God, because they’d told us there was no possibility of going to the orphanages because of the law against Christians.

But for God there is nothing impossible, so on Monday morning we prepared the program that we were going to do with the girls and in the afternoon we had to divide into 2 groups to go to two different houses.

In my group I was the leader of the EDE Javier, 2 of our DTS leaders, plus Michelle and Andrew and 2 students - Joshua and me.

Arriving at the girls' house was an unforgettable experience. They hugged us with great smiles and sang very happily. I realized they already loved us with just the simple fact of being there. The love transmitted by these girls was pure, they transmitted the love of God.

We shared classes, sang, danced and they shared part of their lives with us, my heart broke every time I heard one of their stories.

When I said goodbye to them, I saw something that made me think of the love I share with others.

These girls aged 9, 11 and 12 can give so much love without thinking about what they have suffered before like emotional abuse, rape, physical abuse, loss of their parents and many other things and still they can share much love and be a light to others. They respond in the same manner with each and every person who arrives at that place.
The next day we went to the poorest place in Kathmandu, a neighbourhood where the houses were black plastic and cardboard. The place was next to a river of rotten water, the smell was unbearable. I had never been in a place so bad. I walked around the neighbourhood trying not to vomit because of the stench.

We arrived at a church where we were going to meet the people who were going to take us to the children's shelter. There were more than 50 children of 8 years and less in a super small room the size of a school bus. We could hardly walk with so many children there.

The children were extremely dirty and their clothes smelled badly of urine and other smells that I cannot describe. I was very shocked to see how those children hate living in those circumstances.

Every day in that week we went to different orphanages in which they did not let us take pictures to protect the girls rescued from prostitution. It was a unique week full of blessings for my life.

Saturday morning we prepared everything to go to Madrid. We took the first 3 hour plane to India where we were going to take the plane to Madrid but at the Indian airport the plane that would take us had a 6 hour delay and we had to wait there for until the 8 hour flight to Madrid. In all it took a day and a couple of hours to travel from Nepal to Madrid. When we arrived in Madrid, many more adventures awaited us with our national evangelism campaign.


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Orfanatos en Katmandú Nepal

Regresando de la montaña muy cansados pero también muy felices de haber compartido nuestra semana con las personas y por las actividades que hisimos. regresamos a el lugar donde nos estábamos quedando en un lugar que se llama Naranthan en Katmandú Nepal.

Llegando hay tuvimos una noticia muy buena y era q las personas encargada de los orfanatos nos iban a permitir llegar a los 5 orfanatos esa semana.

Los orfanato se encargaban de niñas menores de edad que avian sido rescatadas de la prostitución y de abusos de toda clase .

Para nosotros fue un milagro de Dios porque ya nos avian dicho q no abia posibilidad de poder ir hay por la ley que hay en contra de los cristianos .

Pero para Dios no hay nada imposible así q el lunes en la mañana preparamos el programa que íbamos a hacer con las niñas y en la tarde nos tuvimos que dividir en 2 grupos para ir a dos casas diferentes.

En mi grupo iba el líder de la EDE Javier 2 líderes más Michelle y Andrew y 2 estudiantes Josué y yo .

Llegando ala casa de las niñas fue una experiencia inolvidable ellas nos abrazaba con una gran sonrisa cantaban y estaban muy felices me di cuenta de que ya nos amaban solo con el simple echo de estar hay. El amor q transmitían esas niñas era puro ellas transmitían el amor de Dios.

dimos clases compartimos,cantamos,bailamos ellas nos compartieron parte de su vida y mi corazón se rompía cada ves q oía las historias de ellas .

Al despedirme de ellas vi algo q me iso pensar en el amor q comparto acia otros.

Estas niñas de 9,11 y 12 años pueden dar tanto amor sin pensar en lo q avian sufrido antes como abusos, violaciones, maltratos físicos, perdidas de sus padres y muchas otras cosas y aún así ellas pueden compartir mucho amor y ser luz hacia otros y con cada persona q llega a ese lugar.

Al siguiente día fuimos a el lugar más pobre de Katmandú era un barrio donde las casas eran de plástico negro y cartón el lugar estaba a el lado de un río de agua putrefacta el olor era insoportable nunca habia estado en un lugar q holiera tan mal caminamos por el barrio intentando no vomitar por el hedor.

llegamos a una iglesia donde nos íbamos a encontrar con las personas que nos iban a llevar a el albergue de niños habian más de 50 niños de 8 años y menos en un cuarto super pequeño de el tamaño de un bus escolar casi no podíamos caminar con tantos niños hay .

Los niños andaban super sucios y su ropa olía mal a orines y otros olores q no puedo describir . Me quedé muy impactado de ver como esos niños odian vivir en esas circunstancias.

Cada día en esa semana íbamos diferentes orfanatos en los cuales no nos dejaban tomar fotografía para proteger a las niñas q avian rescatado de la prostitución fue una semana única y llena de bendiciones para mi vida .

Sábado por la mañana preparamos todo para ir a Madrid tomamos el primer avión de 3 horas hacia India donde íbamos a tomar el avión hacia Madrid pero en el aeropuerto de india el avión que nos llevaría tubo un retraso de 6 horas y tuvimos que esperar hay para tomar el vuelo de 8 horas a Madrid tardamos un día y un par de horas de Nepal asta Madrid. al llegar a Madrid nos esperaban muchas aventuras más con el evangelismo nacional.