The Father Heart of God Stories

Mondays were our day off. But one Monday a girl from our team, who lived close to Camboriu, asked the teamates, "My church used to have a great service on Mondays, and the pastor invited us to come and perform today. Would you guys give up a little of your free time and come to my church today?"

Everybody agreed, and so we went to the church and performed our dramas, and it was a real blessing. When service was almost finishing, the pastor said to the church, "I´d like to give this group an offering. If you want to help this guys, who are preaching the gospel all around, feel free to give!"

They raised an offer and gave it to our leader. On the way back, our leader, almost crying told us, "As you know, there is at least 2 more presentations scheduled. But what you don´t know is that we had no money to rent the bus and go to the places, so I decided to ask you guys to help us to afford it. But God said 'no, don´t ask them money'. So I waited. I didn´t told the pastor about it. He raised the offer by himself. Each day of bus rental cost us $60. And how much the church gave us?
-Exactly $120 !!!!!!"

It was lunchtime at the school we were teaching at in Hat Yai, Thailand and I had just finished eating. I went outside with a guitar and sat down on a bench under a tree. Immediately about 40 little kids surrounded me, so I got out the team worship book.

We were not allowed to share the gospel with any one there unless they asked us about our religion. I knew the kids couldn't speak or understand English so I decided to play a worship song. I got out the book and played "Good To Me".

The Holy Spirit was right there from the start. I have never seen such a wonderful sight. I could see God just shining through each little face.

They just stood there and loved every second of that song. It wasn't until after that I realized that I had just shared God with forty little children. Even though I don't know what will amount from that, I shared God and saw how much He loved each one of those kids.

Harold. Harold? "Harold" is such a big-man name for such a little 4 year old boy. Harold was born in Alotau, Papua New Guinea, and lives there with his parents. His parents love him and are very generous with the sweet lollies which they give him. Harold likes to eat lots of the sugar filled candy. Harold has many dental cavities. His upper front teeth were so badly decayed that two of them were abscessed. The puss formed in his gums was either absorbed into his system or drained into his mouth to be swallowed. This was not a healthy situation for the little tyke so his parents brought him to the M/V Island Mercy, a Christian Hospital Ship currently wharfed in Milne Bay at Papua New Guinea's eastern most tail.

Harold and his parents were on the landing at the top of the stairs which led to the ship's dental surgery. From down below I could hear a little whimpering. I went up to see what was going on. When Harold first laid eyes on me, the little boy burst into tears and wailing. His mother explained that he was afraid of me because he had never before seen a white man. Harold and his family are Melanesian Pacific Islanders living on a small island off Milne Bay Province's eastern shores. I stopped on the stairs, waved at Harold, and chatted with his parents for awhile. Finally I took out my surgeon's face mask and tied it on. With part of my face covered, the wailing quieted. Mama just couldn't do it, so Papa carried the boy down stairs to the dental surgery. We had the dental chair already reclined so that our young patient would not be frightened further by being suddenly let down. That is too much like falling to be comfortable. Harold kept looking back and forth from his daddy to me. We tied a surgeon's face mask on Papa too, so that he and I would "look just alike."

It was decided to remove all four upper deciduous incisors. Injections of local anaesthetic would be used to minimise discomfort. At this time visitors descended the starboard stairs. It was Kiwi Ray W., the ships Captain, George, our Irish First Engineer, escorting a third gentleman whose most distinguishing characteristic was the cross which he was wearing on a long chain around his neck. This gentleman was Sir Desmond Moore, Bishop of the province.

I showed the three of them the problem with Harold's mouth and said, "Gentlemen, I think this would be a good time to pray to God for help." Both George and Captain Ray deferred to the Bishop to lead our small group in prayer. He spoke as a pastor well acquainted with The Lord. His earnest and heartfelt prayer was a blessing to us all. About two thirds of the way through the prayer I slowly raised the anaesthetic injection syringe within sight of the visitors, but below the visual plane of the patient, lifted the lip, inserted the needle, and commenced injecting. I could hear the priest pause, take a deep breath and continue praying in the same earnest monotone that he had been using. Our dear little patient didn't even flinch. After injecting 4/10 cc of Lidocaine, I removed the needle, raised the lip on the other side and injected another 4/10 cc. With the shots and the prayer both finished the visiting group; the Captain, the Engineer, and the Bishop; moved on to visit the eye surgery where Dr. John Kearney was removing a Papuan's cataract. Saying good-bye I could not remember the priest's name, so said, "Good-bye Sir Bishop". He seemed to have a twinkle in his eye as he grinned and replied, "Good-bye". He knew that I knew that the Queen of England had knighted him a few years earlier. He also knew that I had forgotten his name. Oh well, you can't win them all.

The lingering effects of the prayer and the creeping spreading effects of the first two injections made the next six injections easier. Harold was a "big boy" now. The teeth were removed and the puss was thoroughly flushed out. That portable dental unit donated by the Rotary Club of Rolla, Missouri, and Rotary International had done it's part, too. With the surgery finished Harold bit on a piece of gauze to stop the bleeding and prepared to leave.

But what's this coming down the steps? It's not Santa Claus. I know that it's the middle of winter but this is July, and the uniform is wrong. It is all navy blue with 4 gold stripes on the sleeves. It's the Captain with a large toy panda bear -- a special gift for a special dental patient in a special ship, the Island Mercy, in a special land, PNG, on a special planet, earth, in the heavens of a special God. Our God

Listen to what Chottu Ram says about one of the teams that came from Germany to work in north India:

"I am 22 years old. I have seen these type of people in the TV only. I was astonished to see them personally here in this least and backward colony where I live. It was a great surprise for me to watch as these people were washing the wounds of others and giving them treatment and care more than a Doctor does.

As I stood behind the crowd watching these things, one of them saw my wounded leg and asked me to sit down. Then he washed my wound and applied ointment on it. After a few days I was healed. They also asked me to close my eyes for prayer. I was so nervous and kept my eyes open. I felt very happy when I saw their love and concern for my individual life.

As I went to bed that night I was unable to sleep due to certain questions that puffed up in my heart. I was thinking what made them to do such things in my life. Again on the next day I saw them coming in my place and doing the same things to others too. I understood that they were doing this because of the love of Jesus Christ. They also explained to me about that wonderful love. Then I decided to know HIM more and asked one of them to help me to do the correspondence course."

During our time in Nizhny Novgorad, Russia, we often went down to the same spot in a public square near the center of the city. There we would perform dramas, sing, preach and the talk to people.

After a couple weeks a member of our team was across the street from the square when a lady selling flowers began to ask questions about what we were doing. She was very interested in hearing about Christianity even though she could not hear anything we were preaching about from across the street. But she said, “I have been watching your group during these past two weeks and I can tell that you all love each other.”

”By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.” – John 13:35

I was introduced to YWAM during the Summer of 1989. I was a nursing student at Point Loma Nazarene University and signed up for a class in trans cultural nursing. My instructor wanted me to go with 7 other students. We flew to Dominican Republic and was transported to the "Good Samaritan" in the southern coast of the island. We set up a medical clinic and over 600 people showed up the first morning. After two long days the people continued to pour in. A few of the nursing students started to complain about the heat, goal of what we were doing, lack of water, etc.... I took a moment and placed my head on the table, closed my eyes for a few minutes when out of no where I heard a flute playing "How Great Thou Art", the Holy Spirit impressed upon my heart that Jesus loved each one of us so much that he went all the way to the cross and bared all of our sins. I repented for complaining and I was filled with compassion for lost souls, the sick, and those in need.

A great song that YWAM taught me while I was there in Dominican Republic, "People Need the Lord" by Steven Green, Praise the Lord for YWAM. Those three weeks with YWAM, changed my life forever. I have been a Registered Nurse for 10 years now and have been serving in the U.S. Navy. I have been sharing Jesus, praying with patients, and assisting those in need.

A word of encouragement for those out on the mission field. "Verily I say unto you, in as much as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me." Matt 25:40.

There were two of us leading a team to Fiji. I was having my quiet time in the middle of a soccer field near a sugar cane factory. I was quite far away from the road. While I was praying, reading my Bible and talking to God, I noticed that the gums in my mouth were sore and I said under my breathe that I could really use some gum to chew to make them feel better.

Not thinking anything really about it, I saw a large truck come to a hault on the road far in front of me. A man threw a large pack of gum at me under the tree and drove off! WOW! What a God! He even cares for our wants and desires.

I led a team with another to the Philippines. One night we had been out in ministry in the streets. It was late and I was leading the group back to the base. I felt a strong prompting of the Holy Spirit NOT to go down a certain alley way that we had gotten used to using as a short cut. I told the group that we were not going home that way. They did not understand and they began to whine, but they were obedient.

The next day, we learned that a murder had taken place in that alley way just around the time we were to come through there. I know that this an example of what God means in Galatians when He says we must walk by the Spirit. He is our protector.