Thanksgiving

The Mission Exists Because of This

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Graciela Cordoba, Baja outreach supervisor, writes: I received a call from a brother asking for help for a family in great need. When I had time at the end of the day I went to look for the family. They were in a sad situation. They literally had nothing. That day they had to leave the house that had been loaned to them for a year. Now their aunt loaned them some land, but there was nothing on it. It was only a piece of land.
   
The 12 year old daughter, Beatriz, went out to look for work and arrived at Roberto Rojas’ camp. She told him she was 18 years old so they would give her work, however Roberto saw how young she looked. 

He still wanted to help the family, so he took them pasteboards to make a small house. He gave them laminate sheets for the roof, a nice stove, a gas tank and a lot of food. They now had a house with eight children, the oldest was Ricardo who is 17 and the youngest was Milagros who was three years old. 

Their beds were wooden racks with cardboard on top and they had four blankets for 10 people. They had no glasses, so they used cut plastic bottles.   


I brought Ricardo and the three oldest girls to the clothing room in outreach at the Mission. 

The siblings

The siblings

Beatriz said, ‘Wow, my mom has never brought us to such a big clothing store!’ They were overwhelmed to find clothing and shoes for the whole family and a blanket and pillows for each of them. It is our privilege to serve the poorest of the poor.


The mother is 34 years old, from Guerrero and is sick in bed. The father is Triqui from Oaxaca. He is the only one who works in the family. Their situation is very difficult, but God is faithful. Beatriz said to me, ‘Isn’t it true sister that our house is beautiful?’ ‘Of course it is,’ I said, ‘it shows your effort and work.’ 


The Word says that when we give to the poor, we are loaning it to Jehovah.

The Little Lost Pup

Al Cunningham, San Quintin State Prison, is one of many inmates who have received a copy of The Little Lost Pup. Hundreds have been sent to prisoners, in both English and Spanish in the U.S. and Mexico. 
 
Another prisoner found a copy of The Little Lost Pup that was left behind and thought it was a kid’s book. He began to read it and was captivated. The lights went out in his cell, but the halls were illuminated. He moved over to the bars and continued to read. He was shocked; he was in the book on page 26! He was the inmate with the tattoo “Pup” on his arm! Craig had led this white supremacist to a saving knowledge of Jesus while he was incarcerated in Norco State Prison years before. A compilation of these stories is included in The Little Lost Pup, a must read.
  
Terry Meeuwsen, Co-Host of 700 Club said, “Sometimes a story is written that is so poignant in its simplicity and truth that it is powerfully effective! I highly recommend this book.” 
“Craig Pereau’s story reminds me of Isaiah 61:4, that the Lord bestowed on him beauty for ashes and the oil of gladness instead of mourning. His story deeply moved me, as it will you also. Craig’s saga is a gripping parable of his own life. I encourage you to read it and share it with your family and friends.” – George O. Wood, Former Assemblies of God General Superintendent.  

Many of you have read an Angel Award-winning book, Charla’s Children; “A wonderful twenty- first century missionary story with accounts of God’s miraculous power.” God Among Us compiles many more stories of God at work, using ordinary people to accomplish what no one thought possible.  

All three books can be had for your $30 donation to Foundation for His Ministry, or in Canada, Maranatha Evangelistic Association. Separately they can be mailed for $13/each shipping included; a precious gift for your Christmas giving. Order online
www.ffhm.org or use the pink envelope. 

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Count Your Many Blessings,  See What God Has Done! 

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 Thanksgiving is an autumn day
And a tree of scarlet hue, 
A special time we set aside
When thanks alone are due. 
 
Thanksgiving is a quiet place
Where we may kneel in prayer, 
And there converse
alone with God, 
Enfolded in His care. 
 
Thanksgiving is a table spread
With bounties from the land, 
A special time to share with all
God’s wealth in every hand. 
 Thanksgiving is a sacred time
To praise our Lord above, 
For guidance through
our earthly day, 
His comfort, care, and love. 
 Thanksgiving culminates a year
Of blessings from God’s store. 
He pours them forth to all on earth
Then offers more and more. 
 
We give our thanks and
praise to Him, 
For He has blessed our days
With life and health
and blessings
In many uncounted ways. 

 HAPPY THANKSGIVING
By Al Cunningham, San Quintin State Prison

 

No words better express the spirit of this season, than these from a great old hymn: “count your many blessings, name them one by one and it will surprise you what the Lord has done.” I hope your heart, as mine, is singing them today. Despite the tribulation and trials that come our way, God is good and gracious. He has seen us through another year and produced another harvest. It’s a joy to partner
with you. A blessed Thanksgiving.