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What I didn’t say in my last post from Colombia in June of 2009 was the last thing that Heidy whispered in my ear before I was dragged into the van to leave. We were both teary eyed and when I hugged her the last time she whispered, “En mi mente usted siempre será mi papá.” (In my mind, you will always be my daddy.) I climbed into the van and sat next to my dear brother David Richardson and as he cradled me in his big arms I wept like a little child. I don’t ever remember crying so uncontrollably before in my life. And I kept saying to David, “I’m going to help that little girl if I have to swim the Gulf of Mexico to do it.” I’ve never felt so passionately about anything in my life. It was a terrible earnestness that gripped me as we drove to the hotel that night. I was as if I was leaving one of my blood daughters in a foreign country all alone. I have since come to realize that God is not bashful about setting the hook very deep when He wants you to do something for him. He knows how to get you where you live. It reminds me of the places in the Old Testament like 2 Kings, Isaiah, and Ezekiel where the Lord says he will put hooks in their nose or in their jaws and make them turn and do what He wants them to do. Well I felt like God had put hooks in my heart and the barbs were very deep indeed. I knew that I would be back to love on and minister to the orphans of Bogota, Colombia if it was the last thing I ever did. Of course, I couldn’t have known at the time that I would be back five more times in the next twelve months… but I am getting ahead of myself 🙂

When Beverly and I returned home, all we could think about and talk about was orphans. I was nearly worthless for the next three months. My family eventually told me that if I didn’t quit looking at orphan pictures and crying that they were going to do an intervention on me… ha ha. I talked to everyone and anyone who would listen. I couldn’t think of anything but Heidy, Heidy, Heidy. Very soon after we returned I received an email from Sandra through David giving me the information to become Heidy’s Padrino (legal Godfather). This would give me a chance to help her financially, communicate with her through email and an occasional phone call, and be able to visit her when I could in Bogota. I immediately completed the paperwork and shortly thereafter Lisa and I became her Godparents. Shortly after becoming her Padrino and less than a month after returning from Bogota, I received this email from Heidy. “I want you to know that for me this 25 days since you left have been very hard not to have you close to me and I love you very much. A thousand thanks for thinking about me and God bless you. I am never going to forget you. Remember the last thing I told you when you were here.” We had many such exchanges that were very sweet. God was setting His hook deeper and deeper into my heart.

Soon, my partners in crime Allen Pate who also had Goddaughters there now and David Richardson who had his Goddaughter Lida there began to conspire with me to go back and see the girls and minister to the orphans. We eventually set the date for the trip as September 23-27, 2009 and then began to pray for the finances to go. Beverly crafted an email about the orphans and sent it out to twelve hundred people asking them to pray and to support our efforts in Bogota. Over ten thousand dollars came in from that one email that we used over the next several months to provide for the orphans. Things were moving rapidly. September 23rd came and Allen, David, my daughter Rebekah, and I flew to Bogota.

The next several posts will be my daily journal entries from that second trip.

Well, after God dropped Mercy on our doorstep, I was feeling pretty satisfied that I had discovered the reason for the burning in my heart at the men’s retreat as Allen was speaking. I had prayed my “safe” prayer and God had answered immediately and miraculously. Furthermore, He had healed Mercy physically and was in the process of healing her spiritually and emotionally. Surely this was God’s complete plan for my being involved in orphan ministry… And then in April 2009, my dear brother in Christ, David Richardson, who had also been recruited into the orphan ministry by Allen Pate, emailed me and said, “Brother, I would love for you to consider going with us to Bogota, Colombia in June and help us love on some orphans and tell them about Jesus.” The thoughts began to run through my mind, “I’ve been out of work for 5 months.” “I don’t have time.” “I… you get the idea. So I said, “no.” But fortunately my brother David is a very persistent guy. He would send me emails like, “Brother, I really believe God wants you to go to Colombia. I’ve prayed about it and the Lord told me He wants you there.” 🙂 He was relentless. Just about the time I decided to go I landed a good paying job that was to start right about the time the trip was scheduled. I wrote to David and told him that God had closed the door on going to Colombia because I had just got a job and couldn’t go. He wrote right back and told me that he understood but that he was still going to pray that God would make a way. Well, the next morning the company I was to go to work for lost the contract and I was without the job. The hair stood up on my neck when I was informed of this and I looked up to the sky and put my hands up and said, “Ok, Lord, I am yours, do with me as you will, I will go to Colombia.” I came home and told my wife that I thought God wanted me to go. At that moment I remembered that it would be my sweet daughter Beverly’s 18 birthday the same week as the trip was scheduled and I said to my wife, “I can’t go and miss Beverly’s 18th birthday” My faithful wife smiled at me and said, “Why don’t you take her with you?” “What better way to turn 18 than in Colombia loving on orphans with her Dad?” I was stunned. My wife is the careful one in the family. I am the adventurer. I said, “what about the money?” Her reply was, “well we don’t even have the money for you to go so if we can pray down one persons trip fee we can pray down two persons fee.” And sure enough the next week the money came in for both of us to go. Beverly had never even been on an airplane, much less been out of the country, but we packed up and off we went with our dear friends David and Allen to Bogota. In the next several posts, I will share my daily journal entries from that first trip. To God be the glory…

My introduction to orphan ministry came in February of 2008. I was speaking at three day men’s retreat called Tres Dias and my dear friend Allen Pate was also speaking there. During his message on Christian Action, he told the story of how he and his wife Cindy had been called into orphan ministry and had consequently adopted two sons from Kazakhstan and two daughters from Colombia. During his whole message my heart burned and hot tears rolled down my face. I recognized this feeling as the moving of the Holy Spirit in my heart. I had felt it before with life changing results. At the same time thoughts were running through my mind such as, “I’m a busy pastor, father of five, author, conference speaker, construction manager, and I am fighting an incurable disease.” “What business, Lord, do I have getting involved in orphan ministry?” “I don’t have time.” “I don’t have money.” “Surely this is my imagination and not You Lord.” And then I had an idea. A safe prayer that would get me off the hook. So I prayed, “Lord, you know my heart. You know that I am willing but I don’t know where to start. If You will drop an orphan on my doorstep, I will take it in.” I gave Allen a big hug after his message and told him how moved I was and asked him to pray for me as I sought how the Lord would have me be involved in orphan ministry. I went home and told my wife about my “safe” prayer. She responded, “Great!” “IF GOD DROPS AN ORPHAN ON OUR DOORSTEP… we will take it in.” Be careful what you pray for… God takes you seriously.

Two weeks later we received an email asking us to help a 13 year old girl from Liberia, Africa who was 48 lbs. and dying and needed a life-saving surgery. We said yes and over the next several months we helped this girl named Mercy and eventually on July 3, 2008, some people brought her and dropped her on our doorstep. We took her in and loved on her and ministered to her for 22 months before she moved on. Having Mercy in our home and hearing her horrible stories of abuse, poverty, famine, disease, danger, and war softened our hearts for the orphans of the world and made us ready for the next calling of God on our family which I will share in the next post.