God changes plans. Mine have been no exception. I know I have been horridly unfaithful about updates, but in the meantime, God has radically changed my course for this semester.

            ARISE was beautiful. It finished beautifully. I feel like I have seen God like never before – as though I were allowed a glimpse beyond the curtain into the Heavenly gates, to the marriage table of the Lamb, and into the presence of God Almighty, Christ, and the Holy Spirit. From September till December I saw the entire Great Controversy spread out before me, and I have seen the heart of an eternally loving and powerful, yet servant God. I am confident like never before that the time of Jesus’ return and our great Deliverance is at hand. We are on Jordan’s stormy banks, and when we the people of God can gather a handful of faithful who aren’t afraid to cross and take foreboding Canaan in the name of our God, this story will be brought to its end . . . and we will sing Hallelujah in the presence of the Lamb, taste the fruit of His table, and come alive as never before in the peace of restored intimacy with our Creator. I am eager and excited to participate in this Divine Cause to whatever end it may lead. ARISE has shown me Jesus like never before, and I cannot leave and be the same afterwards. Though it has been sad to transition out of the atmosphere of apostolic community like we shared at ARISE, we are all confident in our God’s faithfulness to us His messengers, and are certain of our reunion whether here or There.
            Back down to Earth . . . In the meantime, the original plan to go to Zambia changed in late November. Through many prayers, God I sensed that God was leading me in another direction. This left me at the end of my Bible college semester with a three-week Christmas break ahead, and then absolutely no idea where I would be come January. I found myself on my knees, as Abraham Lincoln said, “because I often found that I had nowhere else to go.” My rest between ARISE and second semester was a good one. Family and friends were encouraging. Meanwhile, I felt in constant stress as to where God would open a door. I had no plans to return to college for second semester. It was important to me to take this whole year off, should God allow it.

(Brief interlude: I am aware of and disgusted by this uninteresting style of writing that I am doing, but it’s really my own fault. If I had been more faithful regarding blog updates, I would not now be chronicling events in a drab, summational writing manner. So I’m sorry. More interesting stories to come shortly :) )

            By the middle of my time at home, there were a few potential opportunities available. Many prayers, days, and quiet hours of meditation later, I accepted a call to be a chaplain at Nile Union Academy in Cairo, Egypt for the semester. Within a week, I was immunized, packed, and on a plane for the Middle East. Today I am nearly four weeks to the day into my time here, and am overjoyed to know that I am in the center of God’s will for me.

(Chilling in my new hometown of Gabal Asfar)

Clever title for a single, yet exciting story, and brief update on life . . .

I realize it's been a frightfully long time since I last posted . . . hence, the time has come to relay my newest stories from ARISE.

Things have been well here. We've traded in the sunny, Oregonian Indian summer for rain and clouds and temperatures marginally reminiscent to Michigan's if you wait up till the late hours of the night. Being that many of these folk are from the west coast, I am one of the only ones relishing in the traditional fall weather we're finally getting - welcoming it as an improvement on the sunshine and warmth we had for the first two months.

(Distributing flyers for the evangelistic seminar... I'm probably smiling extra big because of the ominous clouds over the mountains... Huzzah for season nerds)

About a month ago, my outreach partner Cari (whom you can see above in the white hoodie) and I were doing door-to-door surveys as I've described earlier. We had just begun a new neighborhood and were eager to hit the first door so as to get an initial vibe for what the receptiveness of this new community would be like. Parking our minivan at the end of the dead end street, we approached the first drive way . . . it was chained off . . . and gated off . . . equipped with "no trespassing" signs . . . and "this property video-monitored 24/7" signs . . . Now, I'm no detective . . . but . . . I sensed a strong devotion to hermitage in the air. I planned on moving along to the next house without bothering, but my partner Cari (who spent 14 years as a police officer), the ever-brave hero in our duo, insisted that we go ahead and give it a shot. I saw my life pass before my eyes as I walked by nearly 12 video cameras (some in trees, some on the corner of the house, some mounted on lawn-gnomes' heads, etc). The lawn was filled with rubber snakes and skull statues. "Filled" is not an exaggeration. Mounted above the garage door were several voodoo masks, one nearly as big as me. Approaching the front door we encountered this sign:

Upon closer examination, I realized it was a real gun . . . "Hey, why don't I take my functional handgun and slap it onto a 'beware owner' sign next to a skull?" Good point, why not? 

Cari knocked . . . I probably wouldn't have. That said, though, it was my turn to do the talking. Why'd you go and knock, Cari. A friendly, elderly gentleman came to the door. I instantly liked him - he was wearing flared 80s warm-up pants. He asked us how we ever managed to make it past all his scare tactics, and began explaining to us that nothing within the borders of his property escapes his view. He can instantly have every square foot of his property pinpointed with a rifle. Then he proceeded showing us the arsenal of destructive instruments he had hiding behind his front door - ball and chain, pistol, and home-made American Indian club, for lack of a more fitting word. It was remarkably pleasant conversation. My guard and fears subsided immediately as soon as we started talking, even though he was armed to the teeth. He kept explaining about how he used to be a professor of rhetoric and public speaking, served in the special forces, travelled the world as a circus master, and spent the last twenty years "committed to bachelorhood and the art of survival." His good manners and proficiency in small talk and communication left me unable to doubt his stories. He explained his multiple plans (in detail) for evacuation of some of his previous homes in cases of different national emergencies. He told us the amount of time he could last with the food provisions he had stored in his basement and cellar . . . to the day. Then he explained that he had over the past few years precariously devised military strategies for defending his property against multiple varieties of attacks. "My entire home is set up so that wherever I am inside, I am always within three feet of something I could kill you with." I was amazed, but with little to relate ("I had a BB gun once, sir."). The stories got more and more exciting, as it seemed clear he cherished the few visitors he sees. He eventually invited us into his house to fetch us two copies of his own survival manual he had compiled from "only the best sources" over the past twenty years. He had several copies; it seemed he had intentions of being published. If anyone could, he could, because as we entered his house I saw manifold evidences all over the living room affirming the truth of his stories. Front-page news stories with his picture (circus master, decorated soldier, etc) lined the walls. LINED. Hanging all over were woodworking and leather-work projects he had created during travels all over the world. We were thoroughly enjoying the stories and conversation, complimenting the accomplishments and creative work of who I would basically say is a real-life Edward Bloom or Forrest Gump (Big Fish and Forrest Gump movie references). It was incredible. He brought us piece after piece of handmade mastery, and finally brought us two copies of his survival guide, a "payment," has he called it, for having taken so much of his time. He had expressed from the beginning that he had no interest in our survey or what we were doing, but he later on said that he admired the work we were doing and the the friendly people we were, though he still had no interest. I told him it was only fitting that he takes a few of our GLOW tracts to read, as he was giving us some of his literature. He agreed and said he would read them. In leaving the place, I had such a new perspective on the once-harrowing yard. How often are we deceived by what we see? How many stories in the Gospels are ones of Jesus seeing something different than what everyone else saw...? ... I suppose all. Especially the greatest one -the cross . . . the day that He saw me - not what I see or the world around me, but what His eyes only can see. Thank God.........

I suppose it could be said that we made a friend . . . though I doubt he was super interested in friendship, as I have since seen his driveway and he has added a new rope and chain to prevent people from entering altogether . . . . . . . . . oh well. I suppose God is sowing a seed deep in the heart of Springfield, Oregon's Area 51survival artist. 

(Note: I excluded this gentleman's name, as he would be aware of this posting of it within 24 hours, and I would likely have to lay low for the next few years in a quiet community very far away).

"I stand at the door and knock"

It's been a while, and I have a lot of catching up to do with stories about ARISE. So in order to make long stories long, here goes:

We've had two full weeks of outreach already, and have just started our third full week.

Outreach defined: We are divided up into groups . . . partners . . . and each two or three groups of partners are in teams . . . Our team receives a portion of the map of the nearby city . . . We draw a line through the middle, and each group takes one half . . . Phase two: Knock on every door in your portion of the city and carry the light of the Gospel to their door. We have surveys that ask a few general questions. We introduce it as a religious survey we're doing for some group projects we're doing for our Bible college. The mentioning of "religious survey" is usually the point that the conversation becomes a monologue and you are left standing on the doorstep of a shut door. For those who are interested, though, we then ask them a few generic religious questions (i.e. Do you believe in God, Do you believe in life after death, in your opinion who is Jesus), and then with the guidance of the Spirit, these questions lead to conversation - which is their entire purpose. The survey is just an excuse to engage in conversation with people, and ultimately it is a survey because we're looking for people interested in Bible studies. As the conversation evolves, we generally proceed to ask people if they would be interested in gaining a clearer understanding of the Bible if they had the chance. Then the clincher/point of no return: "That's one of the projects we're doing in the community. We're offering in-home Bible studies to anyone who's interested. Would you ever be interested in meeting up with us and just opening the Bible together and letting it speak for itself...?"

When looking at the wheat fields in Palestine, Jesus commented to His disciples, "The harvest truly is plenty, but the laborers are few." Jasper, Oregon has recently received about forty-five laborers, and we are already seeing many of the fruits of the harvest.

Some stories:

First day of outreach . . . My partner Cari and I are responsible for a mobile home park . . . as we walk up to it, both of us completely greenhorns in the art of door-to-door evangelism, we hear sirens and explosions (presumably firecrackers) nearby. So this is what it means to carry the Gospel, thinks I. After a series of rejections, little interest, questioning as to the legality of our knocking, and lectures on the demise and stupidity of organized religion, we came to our final door for the evening. Cari and I have taken turns talking at doors. This last one is mine. A friendly lady answers. She invites us in. Wow, that's nice of her. We make small talk and I begin the survey. She believes in God, believes Jesus was the Son of God, believes there is some kind of life after death, but is not Christian . . . I probed deeper, trying to strike a connection personally while simultaneously attempting to arouse serious paradigm-shifting questions in her mind. She starts sharing a lot of her life history with us. It's very interesting. It turns out she most recently has been looking into Buddhism as she feels it most accurately deals with the problems of the pain in the world. Christianity seems like it would, she says, but Christians are all far too busy hating each other and arguing about everything. We eventually ask her if she'd be interested in understanding the Bible. She says she would, as she is a strong believer in never losing an opportunity to learn. Then her question came . . . that question . . . that moment that many door-to-door workers fear - the inevitable question of motive that can be expressed in so many ways: "What do you want out of this? What's the purpose? Who did you say you were again? What denomination?" I quickly responded that we were Seventh-day Adventist Christians, and asked her if she was familiar (I refer to this as a difficult question because when trying to represent Christ, your greatest goal is to love people, not merely convert them to your way of thinking . . . I didn't want her to feel my interest in her as a person began and ended with whether or not she would convert). Right away she responded that she actually did have previous contact with Adventists before she began studying with Jehovah's Witnesses. She had watched "It is Written" for several years, and read articles about Adventist health systems, and was always deeply impressed. She had meant to search it out further but began studying with the JW's before it ever happened. She was interested in studies. To this day, we have gone back twice to study with her. God is blessing, and we are all three learning as we talk about His love through the study of His word. It's remarkable how God opens doors (literally . . . lame joke, I know) and people will share with you deep matters of their heart just because you stood on their porch and were intentional about the Kingdom of God.

This last Sunday, we had an exciting encounter with a woman, also a Christian, who we were surveying. When we asked her if there were any Bible topics she wished she understood better, she responded right away that she wished the rest of the world understood the nature of death better . . . what do you mean? "People think folks are going to heaven and hell when they die, or that they're wandering around as spirits, but they're not!!! That's not what the Bible actually says!" To any of you reading who have been born and raised in a Seventh-day Adventist home or community, you may have just mentally agreed with that statement in briefly grazing over it, but failed to grasp its importance. The fact that other Evangelical Christians are willingly embracing Bible truths contrary to the official doctrinal opinions of their church organization is huge. Now, we aren't saved by doctrine . . . it's all by the grace of Jesus . . . but it's still a big deal that people throughout all denominations are embracing Bible truths - it stands as a testament to the witness of the Holy Spirit, the Spirit of Truth. No matter who you are or where you are, there are people somewhere near you embracing God's truths regardless of faith background or affiliation . . . They are God's children, just as you are. Find them. Share. Grow with them. Jesus says, in John 10:16, that He has other sheep, sheep not in this fold, who will hear His voice and come, and there will be one Shepherd . . .


There have been many other exciting outreach moments. One group spent an evening talking with a witch in her home. She was apparently incredibly friendly and not interested in studies, but wanted them to come back to spend time. They will be visiting her again, just trying to personally share the love of Jesus, which is the everlasting gospel. Incidentally, she had a 200 year old cauldron in her back yard that she uses for potions. Another group spent an hour sharing in a woman's home and later learned she sacrifices chickens in her back yard. Other groups have been invited into people's homes for hour and a half or longer conversations about deep, heartfelt matters. Some have been chased off property. Some have been chewed out. Some have been ridiculed. Cari and I experienced our first true instance of suffering for the gospel's sake. We were doing surveys in an apartment neighborhood, and were officially asked to "evacuate the premises immediately" by the apartment manager. We went without a fuss, cleaned the dust off our feet (as Jesus instructs), and moved on to the next neighborhood. It's an unbelievable feeling to share in the work and sufferings of our Savior even in this tiny, seemingly insignificant way. In the past week we also had the opportunity to spend an hour with two homeless teenagers who asked us for food. We bought them supper and sat with them and talked. They were eastern pantheistic monists, though they didn't use a specific term. We were able to share elements of our faith while attempting to ask the right questions to stir their minds . . . God was leading. We left some GLOW tracts with them, and they were pretty excited about reading them (GLOW= "Giving Light to Our World"). The greatest encouragement and sense of Jesus' presence I've yet experienced was this past Wednesday. Approaching our next door, I was feeling timid, nervous, tired, and frankly a little loveless towards humanity. I recalled Jeffrey Rosario's words: "Isn't it profound that for every door you knock on, it's actually Jesus knocking on the door. He is actually knocking with you at every door." The VERY NEXT DOOR I went to, the door was wide open and I saw through to the inside of the house through the screen. There on the wall was a giant, framed painting within clear sight of Jesus knocking on a door. BOOM!!!!!!!!! My door-to-door work has not been the same since. I've lost my apprehension.

It's liberating to confront a person at their door, and proceed to talk to them about their faith and share with them how Jesus has changed your own life. It's the ultimate scary witnessing activity, and I'm in a program that is requiring me to do it as a twice-weekly thing . . . and it's SUCH a blessing. Never again will you have that painful apprehension in the store, at your job, or on the plane about sharing your faith with someone . . . because you've done it at people's doors to total strangers and had them slam the door in your face! . . . and it's okay. When they reject you, it isn't really you they reject . . . and that has brought a lot of peace, as well as sobering realization of the world's need of Jesus.

I'm sorry I have become long-winded, but it's been a while since an update, and I'm trying to immerse you, friend, in the full experience of in-your-face-door-to-door-evangelism. To be concise here, suffice it to say that it's been quite a story already. I pray for God's continued guidance and leading. We've been instructed to love everyone and shed light wherever we go, but to only look specifically for those who are "ripe," by Biblical terminology . . . ready and searching. This is mostly due to the short amount of time that we're here at ARISE.


I encourage you to consider who in your neighborhood is hearing the voice of the Shepherd. Jesus says that "this gospel will go to all the world, and then the end will come." I'm not proposing the classic appeal that the majority of church folk hope their heathen brother is listening to and regarding, but rather a revolutionary idea . . . the Great Commission is for all of us. Take some cookies to those neighbors you've never really interacted with before. Get up early and shovel the snow off their driveway and sidewalk. Drop a note in their mailbox. Make a new friend. Don't be afraid of people or people groups you don't understand. Every single person is equally welcome in Jesus' family.



Only in the last six months, I think, have I begun to understand for the first time the overwhelming love of God. I can't justify it with words. But having been the lost sheep every day of my life . . . and having been found time and again by the Shepherd . . . in the same place . . . and having seen the joy and tears on His face each time . . . it changes a person. God became man. The moment sin entered the world, there was a Savior. Emmanuel "God with us" came. He was our sin. Died. Raised. Done. Somehow we will inherit His glory by trading our pain in exchange for Life. And that makes sense how? He actually is thrilled by that exchange? All one can do is say, "Holy... Worthy is the Lamb who was slain." Go into your world and love to the end as He did. Freely. Completely. Tearfully. Deeply. Thankfully. Eternally . . .

Musings and Generic Updates

(Sunset over Jasper, Oregon, from a not-as-mountainy-as-some-mountains mountain right next to the ARISE campus)

We've come to the end of our second week here at ARISE - first full week of classes . . . and already I feel like I have attempted to get a drink of water from a fire hose, as one person has described it. The classes here are fantastic and the instructors are powerfully opening up words of Truth, but it is overwhelming, to say the least . . . I picture someone trying to take a shower in a hurricane storm.

We begin our morning class at 9:30, and it goes until 1:30, at which time lunch is served. During those four hours, we are going through the "meat" of the ARISE classes - The Story, as they are calling it. This year, and for all proceeding years, rather than presenting various topics and subjects outside of a greater context, the ARISE directors and instructors have organized the entire semester into a chronological story - or meta-narrative, if you will. The seven stages of the story are pre-creation, creation, fall, covenant, messiah, church, and re-creation. All of the studies we will be doing in the morning fit into these chapters - ultimately painting the entire story of redemption in a thorough, chronological, and beautiful way. We're just about to finish up our pre-creation lectures, which have included topics like "Who is God" (a Trinity study), "How did we get the Bible," and some others.

The afternoon lectures are more about the practicality of that greater story in our own personal lives . . . how to share it. So, the morning is "The Story," and the afternoons are, "The Telling." The afternoon classes are only two hours (3:30-5:30), so they're not as taxing on the butt and droopy eyelids after consuming awesome vegan lunches by our very own chef. The experience here so far has been a real blessing. The people are incredible. They're here from all over the world - USA, the South (which always deserves its very own special mentioning in my mind), Canada, England, Australia, Austria, Venezuela, etc. . . . and yet somehow we have all experienced the Truth and beauty of the same Gospel in the same Person. He is the common denominator. And somehow all of a sudden, we all feel we've known each other our whole lives, as His story continues to become ours. I don't think I'm used to being around so many people who are seeking God so deeply all at once. It's a little overwhelming at first. Truly devout Christians usually have the natural assumption that they are the minority - sadly the reality even in our own denominational institutions - but here I often tend to feel like everyone else has everything together so much better than I do. I just reread the last phrase of that sentence and was somewhat displeased with its grammatical structure, but oh well.

Almost every night, we all gather together and just sing and play guitars, violins, piano, and whatever else for like two hours . . . I've never been in the presence of so many people who know every hymn and every verse and sing as loudly as these. It's quite nice. It makes me really miss my musical family and my close friends . . . Matthew would eat this up. I've spent a lot of time doing music with our dean, Matt Minikus, who's quite a big name in Adventist music. I've really enjoyed learning what I can from him . . . specifically alternate tunings, to unleash the wave of possibilities of Grandfather, as I so affectionately call my guitar, due to its low, rich timbre that reminds you of a grandfather telling a long, melancholy, droned story. His help has been awesome . . . and anyone reading this should definitely check out his music on iTunes! . . . He has a lot of good stuff - I recommend "Song of the Martyr." . . . the name, again, is Matt Minikus.

I started typing this update last weekend, and I got carried away with nonsense things and left my work unfinished. It is now Tuesday night, and I will try to bring this to a sufficient cut-off point.

We start outreach this week. I am excited . . . but I'm nervous. I was talking to someone I really admire, and she was saying that it's really nobody's instinctive nature to want to go up to a door and say, "Hi, do you want to do Bible studies?!" . . . It sounds dumb. But it's true. That's not easy. But I'm excited about this opportunity to be pushed to a point that I believe no one can really feel comfortable. How can I pray for experiences like Moses, Joshua, and Gideon if I will never put myself in situations of complete God-dependency like they constantly found themselves in? How can any of us really come to trust God with everything - not just the parts we want to give, but the parts that we cherish as much as our life - if we are unwilling to subject ourselves to moments of potential failure? Ridicule? . . . So . . . here goes. Thursday afternoon we're goin' a-knockin'. Look out, Eugene, Oregon! I know God will lead and bless and reap the harvest that He desires regardless of the ineptness of this sower.

Pray for Egypt and the Middle East. How clearly we see the echoes of Abraham's failure. I look forward to the day that all spiritual sons of Abraham are gathered forever to the Kingdom, with all ethnic and ancestral distinctions having vanished in the blood of the Lamb.

Exciting pieces of useless information:
- All of the ARISE staff are obsessed with disc golf. There is a huge course on campus.
- It is feasible to eat an entire meal of fruit just by going for a walk on the huge campus: apple trees, plumb trees, pear trees, blackberry bushes, and much more
- All our meals are vegan, but could bury 50-80% of non-vegan meals instantly.
- One of my friends that I made here (one of the interns) completely stole Andrew Price's voice!!! (to those who make the connection)
- My towels stink
- J. Rosario wears Crocs every day . . . every day . . . every day
- David Asscherick is funnier in a classroom setting than when he preaches, his whole family are ultimate frisbee fiends, and he has agreed to wrestle with me before the semester is over.


May God's road rise up to meet you
May the wind be ever at your back
And may sorrow never find your door

(Some of the crew, climbing the "mountain" on our first day)



To check out some of Matt and Josie Minikus' music, check out this website:
http://www.lightbearers.org/songs-of-ascent/

ARISE-ing

Allow me to maximize the usage of this pun: I have ARISEN and travelled across the country to ARISE Institute in Jasper, Oregon. The trip was sticky, long, and taxing on my lower back, but it was altogether a good experience.

Flying out of Grand Rapids, Michigan, I arrived in Chicago O'Hare. Three hours, one Naked juice, and  a dilapidated veggie wrap later, I was on my way to Portland, Oregon. I'm not going to pretend that this sounds the least bit interesting to anyone, so I'll skip ahead and summarize the trip. I arrived in Portland, barely got my luggage in time, and managed to chase down the shuttle that I was supposed to be on. Praise God for the man unloading the luggage who decided that "somebody just might want that guitar."I made a good pal on the shuttle - a middle-aged woman who informed me on how to be an Oreganian. She also told me about her vast world travels. She was the type that I imagine Jane Goodall or Amelia Erhart were - a really free spirit who simply decided to up and move to Oregon one day. We talked for a good hour and a half, and I repeatedly checked that I wasn't being a nuisance. I told her I'd pray for her job interview the following day, and I think she really appreciated that. She seemed in need of a good conversation and someone who would listen.

After transferring to a tiny mini van and making friends with a foreign exchange student and a woman who desperately wants to move to Hawaii I was finally picked up in Eugene, OR by a fella named Nick, one of the ARISE interns. We made several puns and talked in funny voices. Life was good. I felt for sure that I was at the right place.

By the time I finally got to the campus, it was unreasonably late and I smelled like airport bathroom. All is well, though. The campus is beautiful, the people are fantastic, and after our orientation today, I am certain that God has lead me to ARISE for such a time as this. I am excited about what He will do, and I am eager to be a part of His plan. I understand that there are so many of my fellow student missionaries already serving in foreign, non-westernized countries. I am not about to assume the task that I have been called to for this semester (Bible-work and evangelism) is as physically or emotionally demanding as the state of some, but the message of the Gospel is of imperative importance wherever it is relayed. Entrusted to all of us, in these frail earthen vessels, is a great and beautiful message of Truth and hope in Jesus. I think about and pray for all of my missionary brothers and sisters already in the four corners of the Earth, whether that's Palau, the Philippines, Europe, Kenya, South America, or Egypt. I look forward to joining y'all in the jungles of Zambia come January. Until then, I am excited and blessed to be at ARISE.

Be well and do all the good things . . .

The Plan: August till May

Whereas, I, Jordan Christopher Reichert, have successfully completed four years of university studies and the greater portion of three bachelors degrees; and,

Whereas, I have learned in those four years of university studies that I have a poor view of the magnitude of God's creation and the world at large; and,

Whereas, God has opened my eyes as of late to the vast needs still waiting to be met for His soon return and eternal Kingdom; and,

Whereas, Jesus has instructed all those who claim His Name to take the Truth of Him to all the world; and,

Whereas, I desire training to prepare for and then effectively fulfill this Commission; therefore,

Be it resolved, that I will be dedicating a year of my life to His service. I will be attending ARISE Institute (A Resource Institution for Soul-winning and Evangelism) in Jasper, Oregon from September till December of 2012, and then serving as a missionary in southern Zambia, Africa at the Mukuyu Outreach project through Outpost Centers International from January till May of 2013. I will be communicating my ARISE and Zambia adventures to all you friends, family, acquaintances, and strangers via email, the very occasional facebook or skype session, and blogs. "Now may the God of peace Himself sanctify you completely, and may your whole spirit and soul and body be kept blameless at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ."

"Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the LORD your god is with you wherever you go." ~ Joshua 1: 9

(ARISE Institute Promo Video)

To learn more about the Mukuyu Project in Zambia, check out the website:

http://mukuyu.org/

. . . or read Adventist World Magazine's feature article:

http://www.adventistworld.org/issue.php?id=1280&action=print