Street Stories - A Ringside Seat To Over 4 Decades Of Taking Jesus To The Streets Of The World

what they were going to do. Sondra had supported them well in finances and being a great friend. I was crushed to have to tell them they would no longer get support from Sondra’s ministry, as it could not continue without her. I told them that God is our source and they needed to continue to trust Him to meet every need. I knew I was speaking the truth, but it hurt to disappoint these incredible people who do so much for so many people in their lives. Let me tell you, my heart was so moved that day. Their church building was not like our churches in America. Their church was made of corrugated tin. It was not new shiny corrugated tin; it was rusty tin and there were even some holes in the tin on the roof. There was not one stained-glass window in the building, not one. I can assure you there was no building code or permit for that building. They do the best they can with what they have, and they are very happy people. I can also assure you that the people from Maranatha Church don’t let the fact that they worship in a shack deter them from praising God! The dimly lit shack had a few lights hanging from the ceiling. No, not light fixtures hanging from the ceiling. These were just light bulbs that were attached to a cord and hanging. People who know me well know that it doesn’t take a lot to make me shed some tears. They had these small, well-worn, wooden benches that people sat on during the services and they had several of those plastic stackable chairs in the church. I wasn’t just holding back tears; I was holding back big sobs. I was holding back the dreaded UGLY CRY! Then, I looked over at Bobby. I think he was feeling like he was at Disneyland. He was so happy. He was so excited. My heart was moved with compassion for the pastors and the people of the Orange Farm.

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