Posts Tagged ‘Brasil’

  • Design for Life {by Paulo}

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    {my dear husband wrote this, as we are in a time of asking God what he would have us do. this is what he felt. he’s the amazing webdesigner who designed my site, of course!}

    This is the sketch of what my heart burns for..

    I dream of night and day constant everlasting prayer and worship that will affect people, that will change hearts. Not a mega-maniac concept that sees the big and imagines nations changed, that will be a realistic outcome of our intimate prayer life, of hearts being touched by a passion that burns stronger by the day that it stays in the presence of the Holy.

    I want to rescue kids from prostitution and the streets, I want to grow old with them and walk and watch as Holy Spirit transforms their lives. I want to rescue teenagers away from drugs and teach them what I know, teach them what I have in my hand. Teach them how to translate their life story into design.

    I have a dream of forming a design agency made up of young adults rescued from the streets. We will serve the church and help NGO’s and institutions to create relevant and high quality design so that they can bring out their message and in partnership they’ll help us to train and develop more “life designers”, to rescue others from destitution. I want to design for life, to give them a future, to teach them that each line they draw, each typography they work on can mean a chain being broken, how it can mean a message of Hope being brought to the world.

    I want this agency to spread bringing future and proving that Design and Creation can truly announce our essence: that we were created to create, we were designed by God to design, to design life, to design hope, to create the Kingdom of Jesus in this world. Design as a lifestyle, as a fruit of constant worship. This is my dream, this is what I long for; serve the Church and strengthen our Message of Love and Hope by in return giving Hope to those who apparently have no future.

    This is what I’m walking towards, this is what I will look like when I go into full time ministry. I will design for hope, I will write code for the Body so that I can free others to code with me, so that through my art, through my sketches I can show others a way out of the streets, i can give them jobs, show them that they’re life story can be relevant to others around the globe, all they have to do is be willing to pick up a pencil and draw that first line, express who they are, simply design.

    Design for Life
    Pray for Change
    Live for Love

    -Paulo

  • The End.

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    To anyone who was following my blog of the Caleme, Rio calamity and the fabrications therein, this will come as a relief to all of the unanswered questions we had. And closure.

    I received 2 emails this evening upon arriving home from hearing Dwayne Roberts (of Ihop, live, and in person in Brasilia!!) speak. Which to say the least, we were excited about hearing him speak and I got to meet him, since my husband has talked about him and his heart for Brazil since they met in April.

    And I saw these emails and I was even more thrilled!! I’m copying and pasting them. This is the final word, the closure on an emotionally intense story that wreaked havoc on our emotions for a couple weeks. We love Brazil, I’ve loved Brazil for as long as I can remember, and anything that hurts My Nation hurts me too. So I cannot begin to describe what a RELIEF this is to read. Follow along. This was send from C & D who originally told the story at Bethel, and who maintained that it was true and their source was reliable. I want to thank C & D for their honesty, at long last. (we love you, and pray for your healing over all this too!). Read their email:

    Friends and loved ones,

    You are free to send the body of this email to anyone you’d like. In fact, we encourage you to send it to everyone who may have been previously informed about this story because we want the truth to be released. We simply ask that our email addresses remain confidential (which you can accomplish by copying everything below this paragraph and pasting into a new message). Please do NOT forward this email because our email addresses will remain in the header.

    Back in January, we released a story about a nurse friend of ours who was part of a team that traveled to Brazil on a medical missions trip and raised 16 people from the dead. At the time, we had every reason to believe the story was true because (like many of you) we are actively involved in a culture where the supernatural activities of God are a normal part of everyday life. Furthermore, we had been her pastors in San Francisco for over 10 years, had begun to interact over Facebook with other members of “the team”, and asked some of her other friends and pastors in SF for character references (which simply seemed like a wise thing to do given the nature of the story).
    In releasing the story, we had every intention of bringing glory to God while protecting the anonymity of the team (who, we were told, were fearful that their medical licenses would be jeopardized should their names be associated with such a fantastic miracle story). It all made sense to us at the time. We are still going to protect the identity of our nurse friend (however, now for very different reasons…read on).

    Late last week, we discovered some troubling information about her that casts a huge shadow of doubt over the Brazil dead raising story and everything she’s shared with us since we met her 12 years ago. This news came as a shock to us and to our friends in San Francisco who thought they knew her well. Essentially she has been lying to us about a great many things (her job, her credentials, her travels and missions work, her association with prominent world leaders, etc). She created fake Facebook profiles for all the members of “the Brazil team” and was personally managing them (fake check ins, wall posts, photoshopped pics and other pics downloaded from the internet and fake stories written about them). She had given each “person” a different role on “the team” and distinct personalities and managed them so well that they came to life for us. For months we have been interacting daily with many members of the team over email and FB (encouraging them, praying for them, giving them prophetic words), thinking all along that they were unique individuals with whom we had become very close. The deception was elaborate, and we’ve been deeply wounded by this revelation. Earlier this week, all those profiles were deactivated/disabled at the same time (presumably by her).

    We have amassed a great deal of evidence that we’ve made available to Bethel Church leaders since our nurse friend had personally met with several of them and since Bethel’s name was linked to the original story. We also released this evidence to a small group of friends from San Francisco who are in the best position to help her. We are NOT planning to release this information to the general public as it would only serve to defame our friend, and that is not our intention.

    Why has she done this? we aren’t completely sure. We think it’s in response to a painful break up she experienced last Christmas or possibly something much deeper.

    We’ve confronted her in love with the guidance of a licensed Christian psychologist and assembled a small team of her close friends in SF to support and encourage her to receive professional help. Unfortunately, at this time, she’s not admitting to any lies/deception, and she’s cut us off. We still love her very much, want to see her whole, and continue to reach out to her. Given her current condition and need for healing, we will not be releasing her name. There was so much controversy regarding the initial release of the story that revealing her name would draw attention that would undermine every effort to see her whole. We hope someday, when she’s ready, that she will choose to take responsibility for her actions and publicly apologize.

    Please accept our humblest apologies for our involvement in this story. We are so deeply sorry for the people that have been led astray or hurt. We have learned a very valuable lesson……Believe in the supernatural, trust your friends, but still do adequate due diligence (i.e. fact checking) when a story seems too good to be true.

    We believe in a great God who does amazing miracles, even if this one was a fabrication.

    Blessings,

    David and Claudia

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    May the Lord bless you and protect you. May the Lord smile on you and be gracious to you. May the Lord show you His favor and give you His peace. – Numbers 6:24-26

  • In the Face of Questioning

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    What is true social transformation?  What will be the outward sign of true, deep, transformation in society?  Do social projects just serve our egos?  Does helping the poor only give us a pat on the back?  What are signs that what we do actually makes a difference?

    Is it enough to just visit a children’s home and play with the kids?  Is that social transformation?  What about when you find out dark secrets about the home?  Are you to continue in the name of “Social Justice” when, in reality, no one but the owner’s fat wallet is benefitted by the children’s home?  What would “Social Justice” look like when you find that a project is hiding a dark secret?  Do you stay?  Do you leave?

    What if you leave?  You are accused of leaving the poor and needy.

    What if you stay?  Well, we didn’t even want to think of the ramifications of staying, so we don’t know that outcome.  However, from friends in the legal world, I have heard that nothing good comes of being implicated with such a money-siphoning scheme.

    So we left.  We backed out.  Yes, we left the kids.  But, we decided to do things right.

    Before we start another project, we will either partner with an existing reputable organization or church, under which the project will be founded.  Or we will open our own project, officially, with all that 501c3 and CNPJ stuff.  Lots of paperwork.  It will be lots of red tape, many hours, much work, but we will do things correctly.

    As I am working at a non-profit educational institution now, I have the opportunity to learn some of the things that one must do to stay legal and operating, with transparency.  It is the long, hard road.  It will not be easy to do things correctly, its easy to just let things slip, but there must be checks and balances and transparency so that whoever is working with us, donating to us, or even praying for us, will know what is going on.

    Last year I spent quite a bit of time researching what I need to do in the US to get a non-profit started.  I began to gather paperwork and make contacts, but a wedding got in the way of that, and we decided it wasn’t quite time for us to do that yet.

    Now, a year later, its still not my time.  We wait patiently, even as people we know head back to the children’s home, even knowing full well of the administration problems there.  We get accused of giving up, we get told we aren’t working for “Social Justice”, yet we are.  We are building the foundations for something bigger than just playing with kids.  We are building the foundation for our vision, for our dream, for what we are called to do.

    And the first step of red-tape and paperwork is almost done, and its all been done correctly, legally, above reproach, and we intend to live our personal lives and ministry in that way.  So if anyone ever questions my visa here, I am now officially, legally, a permanent resident.  Everything done right.  The first time.  Let’s keep it that way.

    *as a side note, as I get into the sometimes gray area of sponsored blogs, I’m putting up a reviews tab on here, where reviews of products will be placed, so they are not confused with my ramblings about missions, life, and the world.  All sponsored blog posts will have a disclaimer on them, that they are sponsored.  Even if they stay here on the main tab.  I’m being transparent here…  you readers have a right to know what I’m compensated for.  That said, this is NOT a sponsored post.

  • The Hallways Smelled like Death Today

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    the hallways smelled of death today

    of bullet holes in far away graves

    and lungs that couldnt stand to breathe

    leaving behind all the ones who loved

    who stood so strong, so proud, descent

    to tears in shock and hands unbent

    to eyes aglow with wondering dread

    of who this time might be dead

    the smoke from the guns cleared away fast

    rumors of physchopaths

    we’re locked up tight

    the procedures never seem to get it right

    what we expect and what we can’t ever

    seems so uncertain

    these manners and means

    this culture of cultures resounds the team

    no one knows where or how or what to say

    accepted truths won’t go away

    to tumble down the airport line

    saying goodbye goodbye

    because the death that traced its way here

    won’t go away like the dust to the air.

  • Thankful

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    Imagine driving your kids to school in the morning, and a city bus smashes the back of your car.  Your life would be forever changed by the next few moments.  You would be thinking “My kids, are they ok?”  What if they weren’t?  What if you weren’t?  The minutes waiting for the rescue crew to come would be agonizingly long.

    On the way to work today, we got stuck in terrible traffic because of a car accident.  Accidents here are fairly common occurrences, but this one was particularly shocking to me.

    A bus had smashed into the back of a really small, gas-economic car, and had smashed out the back window.  We heard on the radio that one adult and 2 kids were in the hospital in critical condition from the accident.

    The car that was smashed was the same model car as our old car, which is not a safe car at all.  I am so grateful that God provided enough income (and wedding gifts!) for us to be able to get a “new” car.

    This afternoon, my husband and I took some time walking on the “boardwalk” on the lakefront, just enjoying each other.  We saw a magnificent sunset, all orange, pink and purple, lighting the sky, reflecting on the glass-smooth lake.  It was a beautiful day, with much to be grateful for, namely our lives and this precious time we have together.

  • savior of the month

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    wishing to find the hope in the blind

    the ones who cannot see beyond the pain and the rain

    and try to be free by flying free south always

    all the time wondering when

    the savior of the month will come down

    when the savior of the month will ride in on a star

    from the southern cross to venus’s tip

    he comes up riding on the horse on the hill

    the stray horse full of fleas and other debris

    the savior of the month is salvation to the soul of the wrong

    planning to fail again, fall again, die again

    he falls off the horse

    scared silent breathing up the hill

    the humid air beats upon the face

    of the little girl who only needs

    to be saved to be rescued to be loved

    to be held on the lap

    with curls being stroked

    and love profusely pouring out

    the savior of the month comes down

    from foreign lands and foreign tongues

    but whats that?

    I don’t know anything

    I don’t even know love

    don’t try to explain in English to me

    how much I love you

    or how much you care

    because I don’t want to understand

    the savior of the month always leaves me

    alone here without a tear to shed behind

    but hope therein it lies

    that not a tear falls and hoping that these fears fall

    from the stars with the savior to the earth

    shed again

    lighthearted breathing air that frees

    that saves that comes to save

    that always saves me

    June 2005, Recife, Brazil.  (just a little bit of cycnicism… i think i’ll be writing the sequel to this poem soon…)

  • What Makes it All Worth It

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    This past year has been a roller-coaster ride, and not always in a good, fun way!  Sometimes I’ve questioned God with a “Why would you have me do this or go through this?”  The answer, I believe, can only be found in retrospect.

    Why would God have me spend a few months working hard with the kids at a children’s home, only for things to go wrong there, and us needing to pull out due to the home’s administrative issues?  I poured my life into the kids, loved on them, got attached to them, and still wonder where they’ve ended up.  The last time I was there, I found that that a few kids had gone back to their parents, and they were happily living with mom and dad.  But what about the rest, I ask sometimes?  What about Luisa?  What about Gugu?  Gugu was to be adopted by the caretakers of the children’s home, but due to the administrative issues, they had to leave as well, and left their little boy at the home.

    Then, at church on Thursday night, as I was at the Motoculto (Motorcycle Church) to take photos and say goodbye to dear friends who are moving, I caught sight of a little boy who looked just like Gugu.  I didn’t think it actually was him because of his history.  He had no family to ever go back to and was, quite frankly, a difficult child, but he was still young enough to potentially be adopted.

    Gugu’s story was heartbreaking, his mom and her friends had burned him, as a little baby, with their cigarette butts and other drugs.  He had lived at the children’s home since the state took him away (rightly so…) from his mom.

    So at Motoculto, I saw him there, with a family, an older couple, who clearly were doting on him, the mom holding him tightly in her arms like a little baby, even though he’s nearly 3 years old.  And, to boot, a friend of mine went to the children’s home this weekend, and, sure enough, Gugu had been adopted!  Well, I already knew that, but it confirmed that I actually did see him!

    Sometimes God has us do things, and we’re not sure how they all work together, or how they will all work out, and its painful to love and then leave, yet its a part of life.  Sometimes I’ll still pray for kids I’ve worked with, all over the globe, not ever knowing where they are or what happened to them.  All I can hope for is that they are walking with Jesus and doing well.  But seeing this one kid adopted, really makes any work and any trials worth it.

    I’m not saying I had anything to do with the adoption, but just knowing that one of the kids I worked with had a very happy ending to his time at the children’s home makes the work there worth it.

  • Re: Bethel’s “Statement” concerning the Brazil “Miracle” Hoax

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    If anyone is still following this story, you probably already know by now that Bethel has issued an “appeasement” statement, basically to cover their backs so that they will never have to tell the truth about this whole story/hoax.

    I am sending Bethel one last letter/email, and then I am done.  However, this is an Open Letter, for anyone who wants to see it.  Email has been sent to a Donna on staff at Bethel, Pastor on Call, as well as to Bill Johnson ministries.

    To Donna and the Bethel staff,
    I did read your statement about the miracles in Brazil which you erroneously reported.

    First of all, I would like to make myself clear, I do believe in miracles such as the dead being raised.  So the dead being raised is not “staggering—and we know—hard to believe” nor is it “wonderfully uncomfortable and ‘out of the box.’”  I was trained at the Iris Ministries missions school in Mozambique.  The miracles I saw there were verifiable, there were neighbors and family members all around to witness the deaf’s ears being opened and the blind eyes being opened.  When possible, we noted their names and locations.  If someone was to question their testimony, we would be able to find them and their family and neighbors again to testify they were healed.  For example, Selma, a teenager, was healed from deafness in both ears, on the outskirts of the village of Namapa.  I have her photo and I would be able to find her again if I went back to Namapa.  Her entire family was there and witnessed her healing.

    Yes, the world is a big place, and though it seems Brazil is a land far, far away, it is my home, and it is not “another part of the world”.  I don’t think anyone at Bethel realizes what the nation of Brazil has been going through, nor what the residents of Teresopolis have been going through.  Over 800 people are dead, in Teresopolis and surrounding region, while another 600+ are missing, and 30,000 people have been left homeless.

    An apology, not an excuse, is still in order from the Bethel staff. The miracle has no eyewitnesses because it never happened.  Bethel should send a team to Brazil, ready to work hard in humanitarian relief, and to try to find those eyewitnesses, if it plans to maintain that the story is true.

    Some local missionaries went to Teresopolis to find eyewitnesses.  There were none.  “We are learning, the hard way, what it is like to report such a dramatic miracle prematurely, with the possibility of it not being true and/or the difficulty of documenting it to everybody’s satisfaction if it is true”, however, what if it is not true?

    What amount of evidence does Bethel need for Bethel Church to report that it was not true?

    And I quote from the eyewitness account: “We made contact with the National Security Force, who are patroling the area, and they took us to the school from where the community support is being administered. Talking to the coordinator of the operation, we confirmed that no foreign teams were in Caleme during or after the disaster, thus debunking once and for all the story of the supposed ressurections”.

    If there was no foreign team there, then how would there be any resurrections done by a foreign team?

    I don’t believe that anyone at Bethel will ever respond to this email, and I don’t believe that anyone at Bethel has the grace, dignity, nor humility to ever state that the story, in its entirety, not just the faux newspaper article, was false.  However, I guarantee, that Bethel will never hear the end of this faux pas.  There are too many Bible-believing, Holy Spirit-filled Christians who are hurt and saddened by Bethel’s response and perpetuation of a hoax.

    The church in Brazil is reporting on this as well, however, they are reporting the truth.  Christian blogs, church websites, and Christian (as well as secular) news agencies are reporting with headlines such as:
    “Resurrection in the Serra of Rio de Janeiro is False”
    “News about Resurrections in Teresopolis reverberate outside of Brazil through a Christian Site”
    “News about Resurrections in Teresopolis reverberate outside of Brazil through a Christian Site: The news is not true and the source was not revealed”
    “American Christian Site Spreads False News of Resurrection in Teresopolis”

    Bethel’s ambiguous response and “washing of hands” of the issue, has not suddenly made Brazilians believe that this ever happened.  Why?  Because those who live in this country, who love this country, and serve God in this country, know the real, hard truth of what has really happened in Teresopolis, and also, the truth that not only was the newspaper altered, but that the entire story is not true.

    I find it sad that Bethel will believe the “friend” of two second-year Bethel school students that said it happened, over the EYEWITNESS accounts of two long-term missionaries serving with a reputable Bethel-friendly organization.

    You may be asking yourselves, if anyone is at all is indeed reading this message, why am I spending so much time researching this?  Brazil is a nation that God put on my heart when I was seven years old.  It is now my home, and God has given me this nation to live my life poured out among the fatherless, abused, and impoverished here.  I find it a personal matter, as well as a national matter, when un-truths are reported about a land I love so deeply.

    I believe that, Bethel, as a church, has a responsibility to the people of God in Brazil to repent, to acknowledge that they perpetuated a hurtful hoax about a nation that is currently suffering from the greatest natural disaster in its history.

    Thank you, to anyone who has read this.
    -Emily Vieira

    *This post has been edited 15:30 (Brasilia time) on February 5, 2011.  Our heart is not to hurt or to divide, we just really want people who stand for the truth and will believe the truth, no matter how hard it is.  With much respect to those who are doing relief work in the area, I have edited this post so as to protect them.  Thank you all for understanding this.

  • And then I cried…

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    And then I cried

    The truth in Tersopolis is far worse than the lie.

    The truth is bodies buried under mudslides, still not found.

    The truth hurts worse than knowing we were lied to.

    And then I cried

    I cried for Rio, I cried for Brazil

    I cried for my own heart wanting to help

    I cried at the uncertainty of not knowing what to do next

    I cried for the families broken apart

    I cried for the little blonde haired girls, singing on TV, living in a church shelter

    I cried for those in the newspaper, no hope to carry on

    I cried for the living, walking around like zombies, shocked, purposeless

    I cried because the truth must be known

    I cried because the truth will always hurt worse than a lie

    I cried because no one was resurrected

    I cried because no foreign medical team was there

    I cried for justice, I cried for peace, I cried for us to help the least of these

    I cried at the donations, I cried at the lack thereof

    I cried at the immense need

    I cried at my own small hands

    And then I cried some more…

    If anyone wants to help the relief effort in Rio, please go to https://www.irismin.org/giving-center  At the bottom of the page is a link to give to help Trina’s relief effort there.  Thanks!  (if you give thru my website, I’m sending the money over to Trina as well)

  • Lack of Accountability: Redux

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    Well, now that we have clarified and confirmed that the resurrection story is a hoax, all we have to do now is wait.  Wait?

    For what?

    An Apology.  A Retraction.  What all good news reporting agencies do when they get the facts wrong.  (look at the NY Times, WSJ, Wash Post, etc, they all have a section in the paper to retract things they got wrong, everyday)

    Real newspapers have accountability, but what about big churches?  What about big ministries?  Do they have accountability?

    This whole incident is like a redux of a more personal incident involving a lie which a large ministry made to me personally.  I spent nine months trying to get the truth out of this large ministry.  I let it sit, then brought it up again.  Let it sit for a few months, they made up another lie, I let it sit again.  Finally, after nine months, I emailed them a rather long sermon in which basically I said “enough is enough, just tell me the truth!”.  And they did.

    I have no hard feelings towards that ministry now.  They repented, they apologized.  They started to act Christian.

    But I probably won’t ever be involved with them again.  I have friends who are involved with them, and I’m fine with that.  But I wouldn’t be involved with them again because of the lack of accountability.

    Now, how long will it take for this terrible hoax about 16 people being raised from the dead to gain an apology?  It is no longer just a personal offense in which I only require a personal apology, it is a National offense.  The nation of Brazil needs an apology.  The story needs a retraction.  Bethel needs to tell the truth.

    If an apology comes out, then Bethel will gain respect and credibility, but until they make a retraction and apology, I believe Bethel Church and the Christian church in general has lost much credibility in this event.

    I don’t want this to take up my energy or emotions anymore, its time to move on.  However, I am planning on sending letters and emails to Bethel Church to elicit a response from them.  Maybe you should too…

    Christians, let hold large ministries accountable to truth and to God’s word.

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