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Living Waters Conference and Visiting Family

What an honor it was to visit my family while in Canada for a very important Conference for Living Waters. I was not planning on coming home this summer, even for a few weeks, but once I realized that I was to go to the Living Waters Conference, I took the opportunity to see family and a few friends.

The Living Waters Conference for me was incredibly personal and powerful. The very first day and session, God used to begin a deep work of emotional healing in me. It is hard to put into words what He all did, but over these past 2 months here I have noticed a huge and notable ( daily) change in my thinking, attitude, security, choices,…. everything. I am very thankful!!!

Officiating at my sister’s wedding. 
It was an honour to marry Jerry and Mary-Anne Schuit!

My 3 beautiful girls!

We had the privilege of visiting with our parents.
It was awesome to see them all not just because we love and miss them but because we don’t know how many more years God will give them on earth. My father passed away 10 years ago and my mother is now 89, and Cyndi’s father and mother are 84.

Art and Mom (Grace Rae 89)
Daniel and his Grandpa ( David Penner 84)

Daniel (17) , Beth-Anne (22), Mom ( Jenny Penner 84), Cyndi (34)

Mom, Tina Derksen , Martha Derksen( Cyndi’s amazing aunts) , Cyndi 

Sarah, Beth-Anne and Daniel

My brother David and sister Liz with part of the family

We had a night to honor and thank our friends, Tim and Lori McLean, for the way they have graciously hosted Beth-Anne in their house, these last 3 years.
Cheers to the McLean’s. Our hats go off to you!!

It was awesome to see Dan Wilt, who I had the privilege of working alongside for many years at the Cambridge Vineyard.
Also Tony and Rhonda Davison…life long friends. 
So good to see you all!

Our last night in Canada with Dan

The Last Supper!!

We had an opportunity to see David in Salvador, Brazil  on our way back to Altamira. It was great to catch up and see all that is going on in his life. 
He is the assistant coordinator of an English School ( Wizard). They are training him to be the Co-ordinator. At the age of 19 going on 20 he has much responsibility and is learning lots. He has gained the respect of his co workers and those he oversees. He deals with a fair bit of conflict and seems to have a gift of calming people down and seeing the real issues. And he does all of this in Portuguese!!!
We are very proud of him!

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Taking Samples to the Lab-Another Adventure in Learning Portuguese

Something microscopic seems to have taken up residence in my GI tract.  Sorry, that’s the cleanest way I can put that.  I   have been feeling unwell on and off and then it took a turn a few days ago.  I was advised to take some ‘samples’ in to a local lab to see if we can get to the bottom of it…pun intended.

My darling husband was kind enough to go pick up the containers for me but that’s where his kindness ended.  Once the samples had been collected, I had to take my woozy, pale and sweaty self to the lab to drop them off.
One problem.  I forgot to look up the medical terms for the…uhhh…samples.
So here’s how it went down:
I entered the clean office and the cool of the air conditioning washed over me like a welcomed rain.  I felt a little better already.  I approached the counter where two women sat and greeting them with a perfunctory, ‘bom dia’.
That’s when I realized I was stuck.  I had a bag, two containers with bodily fluids and no idea how to explain what they were.
I stumbled along with, ‘I need to..umm…make a test…’  I stopped there hoping she would immediately know what I meant and free me of my bag and my humiliation.
I was wrong.
She blinked, smiled and said, ‘what?’  
It was in that moment that I realized the only words I had for what was in the bag.
I continued, sweating a little more now even with the air conditioning, my face I’m sure had gone from a pale shade of greyish pink to a sun drenched red in seconds.
‘I, um, I have to make a test….I umm…I have…’ I was putting off the inevitable. I thrust the bag forward over the edge of the counter and blurted, ‘Pee pee, and poo poo’ in portuguese, and then giggled a little, I mean what else could I do?
I apologized and explained that I was Canadian and I was learning Portuguese.
Thankfully she returned the giggle and asked if I would like to test a stool and urine sample (those words are now indelibly imbedded on my brain).  I nodded.
She freed me of my samples and I made a hasty retreat to the Kombi.  
Hopefully the results will reveal the uninvited inhabitant and I can free myself of it and my humiliation.

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Loving the Unlovely

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A cobblestone street in downtown Belem before the morning traffic starts

                He was drunk.  Not just a little drunk.  He was so drunk that he had difficulty walking straight.  He was mostly incoherent.  And he picked our church.  He wandered in off the street into our church service.  And he had lost his shoes somewhere in his unguided wandering. 

                Some people when they get drunk get quiet and pensive.  This guy was the exact opposite.  He was talkative and, even more concerning, he was grabbing a hold of everyone that he passed by – men, women, and children.  He was making quite a scene in the back of the church. 

                I walked from my seat to the back of the church and suggested we step outside so we could talk.  I lead him to the door as we dialogued about his lack of footwear.  It was a concern but, unfortunately, there is nowhere in our town to buy anything like that at 9pm. 

                I put my arm around his shoulders to help guide him as I walked alongside of him.  His shirt was soaking wet and sticky.  It was an unpleasant sensation to say the least.  As we walked, I shared with him about the love of Jesus and how there is so much for us in life. 

                It was a simple 20 minutes.  We walked together until we encountered a taxi to take him home.  I paid for the taxi which took him to an unfamiliar address.  Along the way, I had also bought him some food from a street vendor. 

                In the back of my mind, I realized that whether he remembered it or not, others would.  The people we passed on the street, the food vendor, the taxi driver – how do we treat those that undeserving?  How do we treat those that are unlikable?  Where is our heart when we are confronted with a difficult moment?  Even more important than others, how I respond in such situations shapes my soul, it forms who I am.  I want to be a little more like our Jesus who touched prostitutes, accepted people unclean with illnesses, reached out destitute beggars, and extended his Kingdom to the demonized.  And sometimes others feel God through the hand of His children.  

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A mooring post sits alone in near the river's edge


Go Team VCDC!!!

Hello to the Best Supporters!

Just a few days ago marked my official first 2 years in Brazil! What a journey it has been. You all have been there with me through the whole thing, and you are still here as God’s calling and purpose for my life continues to be revealed each day. I am very proud that I have made it this far and that there is still much ahead. I am looking forward to the future.
Last month, I had the privilege of spending a few weeks with a team from VCDC as they visited the river communities around Portel. We had a great time getting to know one another and hanging out on the boat. Everyday, we would stop in a new community and spend the day there. There were always lots of kids around, and the team painted their faces and gave them balloons and candy. Some of the brave men from the team also played soccer with the locals, which I found very impressive. Brazilians often play soccer in their bare feet on rocky, grass fields. The Americans did their best to keep up, but nevertheless, many found themselves with a lot of aches and pains after! At night, after they had recovered, we would have a service for the people with worship, prayer, and testimonies from the team members. All of the communities we visited consist of relationships that are fairly new, so the team helped us greatly to make a good impression on them. I’m sure we will be invited back in the future.

I am still here in Altamira, and plan on officially leaving on September 8th. I will meet Richie on his boat in a city called Porto de Moz, and from there, we will go together to Portel. While I was visiting Portel with the team, I was able to rent a house. I am very excited about this house because it is large with a yard, not too hot, and close to the beach! It is also not very expensive, and I feel like it is a blessing from God and exactly what I wanted. I will show you pictures when I get there.
In the meantime, we have had some new missionaries arrive at the base, and I have been helping them get settled in. They will both be teaching at CDR, so I have been training them on how the school functions as well as their responsibilities there.
As you can imagine, I am anxious to start the next phase of this journey. Each time I visit Portel, I become more aware of the needs there and how I can be apart of meeting them. I thank you all for your prayers. I desire to be useful to the Kingdom of God in big ways and small. Please pray that everyday, that becomes more of a reality.
And I thank you all for your faithful financial support. It is a privilege to take what you have given me and use it to help bless others. God bless you all.

Love, Allison

VCDC Team Pics
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Traveling on the River

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    One of the houses along the river          

      The last couple of weeks were spent with a team visiting from Cleveland, Ohio.  What a great time and what a great group of people.  I had a wonderful time together with them and it was a pleasure getting to know them.  They came to do a ministry trip throughout the region.  I had the pleasure of hosting them during the portion of their trip that took them along the river.

                We visited two small communities along the river.  Both of them are characterized by a simple lifestyle – No electricity, no running water, and a basic sustenance lifestyle.  The people were overjoyed with our visit.  They were extremely grateful for the contact and ministry that the team did.  One thing that really connected well between the team and the people was the transparent sharing of pain and difficulties in their lives.  There were no barriers as people communicated their hurts and God moved in their lives. 

One thing that always stands out as I visit along the river is that so many of these people are isolated by their poverty.  They often are restricted to either traveling by foot or by dugout canoe.  It seems that living is a dicey proposition and going without and is a normal part of their reality.  It becomes too easy to romanticize the lifestyle in the jungle along the river, considering it idyllic, whereas the norm is a constant struggle to keep the family feed and clothed. 

                These are a people that are on the margins of society.  They receive substandard education, health care, and are general disconsidered in most every way.  The beautiful thing is that these are a people that Jesus died for, the ones that he considered the most precious.  Their worth is not in physical appearance, financial wealth or intellectual ability.  Their worth is in the fact that they each have a soul that Christ died for on the cross.  It is in our need that we recognize our Savior and in the darkness that His light shines brighter. 

Thanks for your prayers.  

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Children learn to handle the dugout canoes from their earliest years


You Can Change The World By Doing This One Simple Thing

There are a lot of horrible things going on in the world right now, wars and disease, things that can make us feel like the world is falling apart and that we have no power to change it.  But I say we can change it, and it’s simple.

Love people.

If we expanded the circle of people we love and would do anything for to include more than the people in our immediate family, if we truly loved our neighbours as ourselves, I think the world would be a different place.  Instead of focusing our energy, time and Facebook posts on things we can’t change, I challenge us all to have the courage to change the things we do have the power to change, the things that are right in front of us.

My friend Rob Hall who died in Zambia while helping people there learn how to use a small piece of land to grow their own food used to say ‘lean into the things in front of you, and there you’ll find the Kingdom of God’.

The Kingdom of God IS love.

There’s a reason why the second greatest commandment in the Bible is to love your neighbour as yourself…we have the potential to change the world, we just need to tap into it.

It’s a well known fact that the power of love is the greatest force known to man and each and every one of us has it living inside of us.

So, I challenge you, in the days and weeks to come.  Open your eyes to the things around you, look for ways to love your neighbours, and by neighbours I mean anyone in front of you.  Maybe the elderly lady at the grocery store needs help with her bags.  The single Mom who lives next door, offer to babysit (for free) so she can have a much needed night off.  There is more than enough need and more than enough love we just have to be willing to see and do.

I think you’ll be blown away how simple acts of kindness to others will not only shine a light in their lives but in yours too.
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Aliens In The Grocery Store

Normally, I shop for our food alone.  Just little old me, silently and swiftly moving (now that I know what to buy) around the grocery store and as far as anyone is concerned I’m just one of those ‘branquinhos’ or light skinned Brazilians.  I am incognito as long as no one asks me to speak.

Unless of course, my kids come with me. For those of you who know my children, they are anything but quiet.

They blow my cover every time.

As we stand at a display of school workbooks Faith is chattering away at the speed of light and I look up to see not one but five staff members hovering around the table we are near, all of them staring.  They gawk actually, mouths agape but they are quick to smile when I make eye contact and smile at them.  But it doesn’t stop their eyes being fixed on the rapidly moving mouths of my children.

We get to the cash register and I speak Portuguese to the woman at the cash, but again my kids are there, making a game with the packages.  A new woman comes over to pack our groceries and Faith says, or more likely shouts, something in English and the lady packaging our groceries freezes, empty bag in one hand, package of sugar in the other.  She’s looking at my daughter like she just arrived off of a space ship.

I laugh and explain that we are Canadian and that they are learning Portuguese.  Everyone smiles, but the staring continues.

It’s a good thing it doesn’t bother us because it happens all the time, whenever we leave the house as a family, actually.

Yesterday, three girls in the river thought we were from India.  I had a good laugh at that one.

Learning a new language is one of the hardest things I’ve experienced in  my forty-two years.  When you’ve reached this ripe age, you’ve been through the trials of childhood, the self-discovery of your teens and twenties, acceptance of who you are in your thirties and arrived in a place where you feel like you know who you are and what you stand for.

Take away your ability to speak and suddenly you feel like that person you’ve come to know is trapped in a plexiglass box.  People can see you but they can’t hear you.  Your thoughts, opinions and stories all fall silent. You long to connect with other human beings at a deeper level but when all you can say is ‘how are you’ and ‘it’s hot’ you’re always skimming along the surface.

For an extrovert, this is a special kind of torture.

For the past three months our family has been the only English speaking family on the base here in Marabá, which has pushed us, immersed us and challenged us, but more than that it has HELPED us.

A couple of weeks ago as the sun was setting, I sat with Monica, the church’s pastor.  We watched our kids paint, first on paper and then their whole bodies grunting like apes and running around the soccer field.  We swapped stories, laughed, talked about our families and things we’d learned about life in the past.

After the sun had set and our kids were scrubbing their skin pink to get the paint off,  I felt like the ‘real me’ was out and able to tell stories, make jokes and share my heart with another person.

It was like coming up from a deep dive and taking a big breath.

I’m far, far, FAR from fluent in this new language but I am finally feeling more and more like getting there is not impossible.

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Missionary Relationships

“Missionary time and emotional energy should be spent 30% on their support teams, 30% on their families, and 30% on actual field work”. This is how I counsel new missionaries. In real life, I have no idea how our time and energy actually gets distributed, but if we lose any one of these three areas of responsibility, our impact is seriously weakened.

Each Missionary is Part of a Big Support Team

Over 18 years ago Danny Meyer brought a team from Columbus, OH, for a short-term outreach. They stayed in our home that first time, and the Lord really drew us together. We lived on the edge of a swamp, in the middle of the city. The rats would sometimes scurry across the living room even as we visited. As Danny, and his wife Penny, continued to come to Altamira every year with teams, they introduced us to Craig and Linda Heselton. The Heselton’s started bringing teams. I think they came for over ten years in a row. Phil and Judy Niemie also came on these teams, and we ended up staying in each of these homes, just now, for two or three nights each. These friends became like Aunts and Uncles to our children. Every year they would come stay in our home, and they were there to see our children grow up from babies to adults. They brought gifts, and stories, and goodwill. Because a Christian outreach team is focused on ministry, there is always as special sense of Jesus’ presence all around the time they are there. Now all of these friends have grandchildren!

The People Who Come Full-time as Missionaries Become Like Family

Very close to our family are all the people who came to live and serve with us full-time, to help Train Leaders and Plant Churches in Brazil. Kevin and Angie came for five years. Ron and Tiffany came for two years. (They had no children then). Tim and Betsy Kubacki came for five years. (They are now serving in Angola). Our girls were best friends with the Kubacki children. Now, as teen-agers, even though they have not seen each other for four years, they could pick up right where they left off in their friendships. Keith and Marsha have been in Brazil about nine years, and are still there. We were able to see all these people, and even several more with similar stories, to encourage them in their journeys, however they are now serving God, and to receive even more encouragement than we gave.

Kevin and Angie’s house in Columbus.

 Kevin and Angie came to have ice cream with us at the Heselton’s house.

Ron and Tiffany now have 5 lively children, including 4 year old twin boys. Busy. And fun.

2014-07-25 at 14-44-20 Bella, Elly, Emma, Ben, and Meredith were all friends in Altamira.

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Our first Living Waters ( Águas Vivas) Course completed, First draft of Manual translated, More than half of the Teachers manual has been translated!

This is a photo of the Águas Vivas (Living Waters) group. We took 10 people thru a 17 week journey that proved to be a blessing to all.  On our last night  7 Brazilians shared how God is using this course to bring healing to issues of abuse, abandonment, adultery, and addiction.  There are no magic bullet solutions to healing our relational brokenness, but the Living Waters course is designed to teach and model the biblical principles of a life long transformational journey into wholeness.  On our last evening together I reminded them that our lives are like onions, and God heals us one layer at a time. One woman attempted to count the layers of an onion and gave up at 39 layers.   I encouraged them to have patience, ongoing honesty, and humility to stay on this transforming journey.
For Art and myself, it was a profoundly humbling journey to attempt to teach these relational principles on a weekly basis.  After some evenings, when the translating of our thoughts into portuguese was especially stilted, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.    Art and I certainly relied on one another’s encouragement to keep going from week to week.   Thankfully we had the translated material to guide our teaching; and each participant was given a manual to serve as an ongoing reference.    Overall, we are completely overwhelmed by what has been accomplished within the first 8 months of being in Altamira with our limited language ability.
We have taken 42 people through the 5 lesson course “The Journey”. The purpose of this pre Living Waters Course is to raise awareness of how our past relational experiences shape our current relationships.  It is a course designed to facilitate discussion and reflection.   Participants are encouraged to share openly about their lives in a small group setting where confidentiality is a must, however, confidentiality seems to be a significant hurdle for Brazilians. Everyone who took this short course, “The Journey”  admitted that somebody close to them had broken their trust.  The prevalence of gossip and experiences of being judged by others are often cited as barriers to trust.  
I (Art) explain the need for confidentiality in our small groups if one is going to experience healing. Everyone seemed to understand the need when I explained this. I was also very direct in each group. I said, “If I hear that someone has broken confidentiality, you will not be able to continue in this group. That is how serious we are about the importance of confidentiality.  Some jumped right in having the faith that this group is going to be different while others took their time. 

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Encontro

Art and Daniel participated in the men’s Encountro  (Encounter) and I participated in the women’s Encountro.  These are weekend events held at the mission’s camp.   This year we had about 50 men and 50 women participate in these weekend events.  These retreats provide rich opportunities to connect with God through worship, teaching, and prayer  ministry.  Retreatants are asked to respect a rule of silence for the duration of the weekend.  Initially I wondered why silence was enforced, but during the weekend, I realized how the silence between all 70 women (20 women were there to serve the other 50) created a beautiful atmosphere in which we could nurture our ability to hear God’s voice. 

The lives of the 20 Brazilians who went on the retreat to serve the 50 participants deeply impacted me.  I watched them serve their fellow Brazilians with a dedication and willingness that touched me deeply.    We gathered at 6 am, in our pajamas,  each morning to pray for the women.   There were women who needed to be delivered from demons – one woman began manifesting in the middle of the night.  As I lay in my hammock, I listened to them pray and sing worship songs over this women for over an hour.  They cooked, cleaned toilets, served, wrote cards, hugged, and prayed for these women.  Below is video clip that Art took of me teaching at a leader’s retreat.  (I don’t think there is any sound . . .  lol )  During the Encountro I taught outside while fire ants began to bite my ankles.  I also had a few moments where my use of the portuguese language entertained my listeners.  Instead of asking for a cup of water, I asked for a cup of a female horse.  The words for water and horse are very close.  I also commented on how delicious the dessert was with the grated feces.  The word for feces is very close to the word for coconut.   

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