From My heart...to your heart

Sister Alvear · #1 02-02-2009, 02:27 PM

I will never forget as she turned to wipe away tears from her eyes...there was no earthly way to express how happy she was that we were in her little humble abode. Our son had met her in passing on a jungle path and she invited him for a visit. When mother comes I will bring her he told the lady. So there we were a whole truck load of us!

It is interesting to see those who receive a visit for the first time from one of God’s messengers.

She was so poor...her home was nothing more than a lean to at the edge of the jungle...No door or windows just an open space...the floor was dirt other than 3 chairs and a few hammocks they had nothing.

She came running when word reached her we were waiting for her. She had been in the dry rice fields…(their only hope of survival)Her feet were bare…her hair was not combed…her dress was tattered and torn. I saw lice but that does not even bother me anymore…after all, 40 years on the field and much of that has been spent in the backlands…so lice is a common sight…many of their homes do have even an outside bathrooms.

OH! You have come to visit me…she was beside herself with joy Standing quite timid inside was her daughter with a naked baby in her arms.
I heard the lady saying I am so happy you all are building a church in my area…how I long for God…( I wondered what her concept of God really was…I hugged her tight.

What can I give you missionary…she had nothing but oh yes they had saved the nuts from the cashew tree, she poured them out from an old dirty plastic bag on her dirt floor to show me…take these she said to the native man and roast them for the missionary…she gathered them up and gave me her saved treasure…

We prayed and assured her our son would help her find the way to heaven…she wept…because we had to leave I wept for the millions that still sit in pagan darkness…I gave her my hat that I had brought.

She wanted her picture taken in my hat. That will be a treasure to her.
I wept for all the money that is wasted on needless things in America. I wept for the fun loving, church in America…I wept because of “things” that we don’t really need in the light of eternity.

I wept because of such shallow depth in the Christian world…I weep every time I see people trying to impress each other with new cars and clothes, bigger and better this or that while a world drops off into hell. I cannot feel at home even among the finest people in your land. my heart yearns for the Brazilian people…I weep because people joggle for positions, preach to climb some political ladder…I weep because we need mothers in Zion to teach our young ladies that the kingdom needs us too…I weep looking for someone to be an Ester, a Ruth, a Deborah…Where are our prophetess that love God more than styles or fashions. We preach what is convenient for whoever we run with but where are the God given convictions…we worry about the gold and silver on people while all the time we surround ourselves with gold and silver…we preach Jesus is coming back but our way of living makes us into hypocrites…how could we believe he is coming and be so selfish…

Just today and today alone a cry came from a pastor that is a leper that with help he is almost finished building his church that a storm tore down. Yet he told me he still needs 300 dollars and has exhausted every means of his…can we help…

Some may say we are all not like that Sister Janice…yes, I know…there are spiritual giants among us but they are dying off…and another generation arises that knows little of trusting God.

In Maranhao our son can reach many of these people but he cannot unless you help him with gas money to get back into these areas. It takes thousands of dollars to sit up an American missionary and most of the time they return home but a native is another story it is their home and their land, their people…Through your help we pay our son’s truck payment but many times we cannot give gas money because we do not have it to give…yet you can help put a tank of gas in for 50 dollars or so a month…each tank represents him having money to reach more souls and establish those he has reached.

In a street service we were so touched as an old man thanked us for sending our son to their village to tell them about Jesus.

I want to thank those that have helped and those that are helping reach into the backlands of Brazil.

Another great need is for our church in Belem do Para. We need to help our pastor have a little house to live in. He has borrowed 2500 and built 3 small rooms over the church but he has no way to pay the money back and depends on our help. Pastor John and his wife have been some of our moist faithful people and now they are getting up in years nad need a little place to call home until Jesus gives the come up higher call. They have a good group of people and many contacts. We just feel that God will speak to someone to help them.

Sometimes I cannot sleep at night thinking of the so many churches that need help so many calls I receive especially pastors asking for help to put roofs on their churches. They can usually raise the money for bricks but getting money for roofs is so difficult for them.

Our national missionary Brother Hugo is always ready to travel to help in churches but lately funds have not been available. We just borrowed the money for him to go to Paraguay this last time to baptize a precious soul over there…
We have good men…men that are ready and willing to go that take so little yet they can give so much to Brazil.

Our son Ednei just baptized a trinity pastor and his wife last Sunday in the precious name of Jesus. He has some more to baptize next Sunday the Lord willing.
Our son Raul Jr conducted a baptismal service Sunday also.
We are traveling and we desperately need your help at this moment…this is a great day…let us use it to reach the lost for Jesus.

Just an open letter from my heart to yours...Please help us in your prayers...thanks so much for being a part of HIS eternal plan.

Sister Janice Alvear