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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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
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. If you'd like to follow Jonny on Facebook, please CLICK HERE and like his page
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
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
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
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.
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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.
