The Minimum Viable Product

I’ve struggled for years to write a book.

Now, the time has come, for God is speaking.

Entrepreneurs encourage when launching a new venture, to create the “Minimum Viable Product” (MVP).

Instead of committing years to a product which may fail, they encourage the dedication of a few months to create a MVP, put out limited copies on E Bay, for example, and modifying it according to customer feedback.

I will have this MVP done in two months, God willing!

 Released Into Your Calling! (A Book)

(Twenty Five Lessons in Forty Years of Ministry!)

  1. God Still Bring Water From A Rock!
  2. How to Hear the Voice of God?
  3. Freed From Cigarettes Without Trying!
  4. Freed From Drugs Without Rehab!
  5. How I Know That Hell is Real?
  6. How to Avoid Financial Disaster?
  7. What If You Are Single and Hate It?
  8. God Will Put You On the Shelf Before He Uses You!
  9. Beware That Family Idolatry Doesn’t Ruin Your Calling!
  10. How to Function In Spiritual Gifts?
  11. How did Selena Change My Life?
  12. Why did we give away everything?
  13. How Does God Create the Faith of Abraham?
  14. Why Did Dogs Bring Us Lunch?
  15. How to Get $10,000.00 When You Want a Diaper?
  16. How to Wash 17 Loads of Laundry Without Money?
  17. God Still Provides Meat In the Wilderness!
  18. Why Did God Heal a Boy With Leukemia?
  19. How did we make it to Africa without Money?
  20. God Still Heals Through Handkerchiefs!
  21. Witchcraft Unleashed!
  22. Toilets are the Biggest Faith Challenge on the Mission Field!
  23. How did we get a mortgage without a credit score?
  24. How to Develop a Ministry Team Out of a Meeting?
  25. How Did I Lose Forty Pounds?
  26. Publication1

Bringing Acts Back To Life

This miracle occurred in a Bible conference in Maasai land, in Masimba, Kenya, eight year ago

I was deep in the African brush, in a cow dung hut, without electricity, toilet or running water.

It had been raining nonstop.

The fields were caked in ankle deep mud.

When I woke, the pastor was huddled with a man over a tiny wooden table.

They were sipping coffee in freshly milked, milk.

The man had walked miles in the mud to the pastor’s home.

His baby sister was dying.

He desired the pastor to pray for her.

The Lord spoke to me with the same words that he had to the Apostle Paul in Acts 19.

Acts 19:11 And God wrought special miracles by the hands of Paul:

12 So that from his body were brought unto the sick handkerchiefs or aprons, and the diseases departed from them, and the evil spirits went out of them.

We got a handkerchief, anointed it with oil, prayed, and gave it to the pastor who proceeded out the door.

That night  the church, I found out about the miracle .

When the pastor got to the child’s home, her eyes were closed and she scarcely breathing. The handkerchief was placed on her face. She began to breathe, opened her eyes, and was healed.

The mother who had cancer in both breasts, and unable to nurse, placed the handkerchief on her chest. The pain left her and she nursed!

This photo was taken six months after on a return trip to Masimba.

I was ecstatic to see mother and child in perfect condition.

The dear lady offered me a jar of premium cooking fat and three hundred shillings.

This is the fat that floats to surface of the milk.

It’s meticulously trapped and collected over time.

The three hundred shillings equals four American dollars.

This is a big sum for Maasais who have little.

What God can do when we obey, can blow our minds.


There is just something!

There is just something about spending five days without electricity, a bathroom, running water, or electronics.

There is just something about having nothing else than to talk to people.

There is just something about realizing that the night sky is not black, but gray from thousands of stars.

There is just something about seeing the edge of our galaxy, the Milky Way.

There is just something about not hearing the noise of television.

There is just something about not getting a phone call.

There is just something about eating meat which had been slaughtered on that day, or vegetables which have been picked on that day, or drinking milk from a cow, on that day.

There is just something about eating fresh tilapia from Lake Victoria.

There is just something about grabbing a flashlight and roll of toilet paper in the night to do number two by squatting and aiming into a hole.

There is just something about kerosene lamps.

There is just something about taking a bath with birds chirping above and hens running around.

There is just something about drinking fresh spring water.

I have been so fortunate to enjoy these privileges which most white people will never venture out to get.


With Pastor Denvil Lee in Ugunga, Kenya during a five day Bible conference

I sorta like the smell of urine!

 “Most Christians will  live and die in the box of comfortable religion and miss their calling!”

The following are today’s thoughts by my friend Paul Gilfoy who is a missionary in India. 

I sorta like the smell of urine. It reminds me of one of the best places on earth. I find it comforting. weird right…
Let me explain.
There are various homes for the blind, homes for the deaf, or homes for the mentally disabled throughout Bombay. It is awesome and comforting to see.
But working at Ashadaan is different. In Mother Teresa’s home, they do not reject anyone who comes in. They accept those whom the other homes reject. They will receive in ALL. And, they will love them! (I’ve already spoken previously of the condition in which some are brought in**)
Well… what happens when you accept those who are so severely mentally disabled – so mentally disabled that even Special homes reject them? Well, it can just get a little messy.
Luckily, love abounds so strongly throughout the home that you literally can tangibly feel it if you spend enough time there. I genuinely love serving at Ashadaan.
Well, a lot of the kids don’t have functioning bladders. And, a lot of the kids don’t have any way to functionally be fed. And so… yes… it becomes a little messy. But that is where the awesome role we are here for comes in. We get to love these kids. We get to feed these kids. We get to serve these kids. And that is very precious to my heart. We get the pleasure of watching these kids whom society has completely rejected (at best… attempted murder at worst**). We get the pleasure of watching light begin to spring up on their faces. We get to see joy enter their demeanor. We get to see smiles come across their faces. And yes… we get to laugh with the kids when they so graciously  spit up all their food onto us. And we get to laugh with the kids when they just barely miss their mouths… and spill all their chai on their fresh pair of clothes. (I’m pretty sure some of them go through at least 4 pairs a day  ).
So… I love the smell of Ashadaan… and all its mess: The smell of spilled curry, and disinfectant, and spilled chai, and more disinfectant, and yes… the smell of urine, as dirty diapers abound.  I love the smell of urine because it reminds me of one of the best places on earth: a place where the broken and deserted are made whole. And, light shines in the darkness. Only through His love!


Paul Glifoy and me in NY.

What Made My Day Today?

This photo has thrilled my heart. It was sent today by my friend Rafael Rodriguez in Nicaragua.

On our last trip there, one rainy and muddy day, we visited one of the grimmest places I’ve been to.

It was the little hut of a blind mother, one blind daughter, and second normally seeing one. Enclosed within this tiny dirt floor shanty was a miniature room with a broken bed and a rotting mattress.

On the bed slept the seeing sister with her four kids and on the mattress the blind one with her three.

It thrills me that with funds that have come in, this beautiful home is being built for them.

This is the beauty of missions!

This is why I say that every Christian should do at least one missionary trip somewhere, no exceptions, and no excuses! It will radicalize your life forever.

Praying for the blind daughter

Blind mother

The blind mother

Praying for blind daughter

The blind daughter

The new home!

The shanty as we found it!