How does one describe such a report as this, yes only the Holy Spirit can do this. On November 09 we were invited to the T. B. N. church in Orange County to give a report and a church service. Friday night after our trip, Bill and Bobby were invited to share our experiences of our trip on behind the scenes, T. B. N. Now that the dust has settled so to speak, I am digesting the events that affected so many lives in this disaster relief work.



Years ago I was always reading stories of missionaries and now I write our own stories because many of us answered the world wide call. Indonesia once again proved the assume sovrenty of the Father. As we were being pursued by the radical Moslem group, we were quick to see the Father blind them to our presence. Yes they threw rocks at us and they tried to pull my right arm out the passenger window. Brian and Rudy had to get out among the heavy rock throwing and throw the motor bikes out of the front of the van. They also had to deal with the men on the motor bikes and to help them off the road, catch my drift. Brian’s head received a heavy blow as he and Rudy ran as we were speeding down the road. All this time the pelting of the rocks was instance and the driver was freaking out as Bill strongly said get going, get going. As we speed down the road our prayers increased in intensity, you see we had a Muslim driver and two Muslim women and a baby as passengers.

As we were herring madly down the very rocky, washed out road and dodging pot holes large boulders, we also had another Muslim man with us who had wanted a ride and we realized that perhaps he had stirred up strife with the locals and perhaps the radical thugs harassing us .We were soon to bounce over some very large boulders being tossed from side to side, finally hitting a large boulder and radically all most going over the embankment. Our hearts were pounding, prayers increasing because we were aware that the oil pan on the van should have been punctured and leaking oil. About this time we were all in favor of lots of heavenly intervention. Yes about now would be a perfect time to release a miracle God. As our driver drove madly down the treacherous road conditions at our very verbal insistence, we encountered many obstacles, such as water buffalo, large logs and people in road. We were soon to realize the van must be running on Holy Spirit power, because we knew it was severely damaged, yet it was still running. Yes God! Getting pretty exciting don’t you think? Our adrenalin is certainly pumping now. And now what’s next Lord?

As we were quickly dodging all of these obstacles we kept looking out the rear window. Brian and I occupied the rear seat and had a better view and we were aware of the men who had remounted their motor bikes and had continued the chase. Soon we were to see their absence from our view. We realized that a miracle had taken place. God had blinded them of our presence. A miracle anyone? Yes this one is ours, thank you Father. We traveled some distance and praying that the van would hold out as we were approaching a hill. In the rear I saw a black cloud of smoke, Brian I said “this isn’t a diesel is it?” “No its not” he said. Well looked at that black stream of smoke. The engine was getting ready to blow, and as we topped the hill and started to roll down the other side the van gave up the ghost.

When the van stopped we again had an urgent request from Heaven. We had dodged a cow, washed out roads, trees in the road, the van bouncing wildly from side to side and flying through the air only to land on large rocks. Now we were running through the desert with backpacks on our backs asking for the use of a pickup truck. While running we looked back and we could see the oil spot on the roadway under the blown up van. Time for another miracle wouldn’t you say? We saw a group of people by a tarp and a small damaged house. “Wow! Is that a small pickup truck in your yard” I said? Reaching into our pocket we found many rubles. Through Donnie our interrupter we explained our desperate situation. Here take all our rubles and drive us quickly to town two hours away Donnie said. The man agreed and we all hustled to the small pickup truck. Bill was in front seat hurrying the driver on our flight to safety in the city of Padang, or so we thought. As we were piled in the pickup racing for town, all of a sudden we thought we had run into a tsunami know what I mean. The Heavens had broken loose like a deluge and we were quickly trying to cover our cameras and cell phones. We were singing and praising as much as Paul and Silos had, I am sure. We sensed God had allowed such to hide our pursuing enemy. Soon we were all to reach town, wet, drowned and cheering, because of Gods delivered us from present danger. Praise the Lord! We were to preach that evening in a local church and we were one and a half hours late. Later after our ministry we returned to our hotel to find secret police. We were placed under house arrest over night. We were tired and needing to dry out our clothes. We needed some sleep yet we kept a watch to see what our captors were doing. With morning we had our team meeting and prayer and communion time as a team. During our meeting we asked Holy Spirit our plans for escape.

We had our interrupter find us a van and we all escaped out of the hotel and regrouped in our plans in a restraint parking lot. We then had our driver scoot for the airport as we all watched carefully to make sure we were not followed. As we approached the airport we observed many police and detectives. We were soon to find they had warrants for our arrest. Busted know what I mean. We had given out two hundred bibles and seven hundred bible tracks and shared our testimonies. We shared the same in two unreached people groups. One group eighty five per cent Muslim the other one hundred per cent Muslim. In addition to sharing our testimonies we distributed clothing food water and diapers. We were soon to learn that the radical Muslim group had received some cell phone videos of our activities. As the day continued at the airport we were summoned into interrogation two by two. As each group was called by the officials the remaining ones were praying. Rudy pastor Steve pastor Donnie from Jacardia, were the main players here. The wisdom from Holy Spirit was consider your military training and give as little information as needed and this we did. In the military name rank and serial numbers were all that were given and this seemed appropriate here. No extra information don’t let the enemy divide the team, stay on the same page. The wisdom from Holy Spirit became clear, just give our testimony and that the team did over and over in reptesion. This was done as the hours wore on into the day over and over as if on a broken record. They were trying to break us down and cause division in our ranks; this didn’t work and eventually broke them down.

Remember the word of our testimony and the blood of Jesus is our most powerful weapon. The love of Jesus is so powerful and never fails. We were soon to be released to return to jakarda, yet not before the whole police group wanted their pictures taken with us. Figure this if you can? First we are fugitives now what, yes God came threw. We were allowed to go so as to preach yet another day. This we did, two more days in Jakarda in the pastor’s mission house.

Epilogue: Guess what my friends the Lord always has the last word and that He did here, now give Him praise. We were to learn later at home the enemy through the radical Muslim group would not leave this alone and they pushed the local law enforcers to expose these phone videos I the news papers and T.V. media. They had hoped to ruin our reputation discrediting our work with these testimonies and this back fired on them. Thank you Jesus!

Ministries: Indonesia