Restored

I have been reading the Old Testament over the last few months, and one topic that keeps coming back is restoration. The people of Israel constantly disobey God, but each time they repent the Lord restores them. Israel’s greatest kings, like David and Josiah, are not distinguished by perfection – they all failed and sinned at some point in their lives. They are called righteous because they humbled themselves before God and asked Him to restore them and then changed their ways. For my cousin Josué, restoration came in his 11^th hour, and it is only now, after more than two weeks of reflecting on those day’s events, that I can start to comprehend what a miracle God performed that day.

My cousin Josué was born with hemophilia, a disorder that prevents blood from clotting. Growing up, any small bump or scrape had the potential to be fatal. Dealing with the disease made him very mature for his age. By the age of 13 he had already committed his life to the Lord, had been baptized, and was involved in the church where my uncle pastored, teaching pre-school children about God. When he my uncle and aunt separated, Josué and my aunt moved from Peru to New York. It was sometime later, when he was in his 20’s, that they discovered he had AIDS. The plasma and blood transfusions that had kept him alive during his youth had also infected him with HIV. It was during that time that he decided he did not want to have anything to do with God.

Over the years, he started to reconnect with our extended family in Peru, and I believe that it was thanks to those encounters that the Lord started to soften his heart. When his liver and spleen started to fail a month ago, my uncle was able to visit him in New York. It was during the second visit, late at night on Sunday 22^nd of October, that my uncle was able to lead Josué back to the Lord. Six hours later he entered into a coma, and Monday morning he died and went to be with the Lord.

We as a family had been praying for restoration in his life. We wanted him to be healed of AIDS and of hemophilia, but most of all to be restored in his relationship with Christ. Both things happened, even though the first was not in the way that we as humans wanted it to happen! In his last few hours of life, through the love of my uncle, aunt, and family, and by the grace of God, he was restored. My uncle told Josué at one point that the Lord had shown him two possible outcomes for his situation. Either Josué would be completely healed and become a living testament of the power of God, or he would be speaking face to face with his Savior. Both outcomes depended on one thing though, that Josué give his life back to Christ. That is truly a miracle, that Christ’s love reached past all of the tragedies Josué experienced in this life, past the disappointment and anger he had felt towards God. Josué saw that in Jesus there was something greater, something he maybe could not understand, but something that he longed for. As I write this, he is restored, free of disease, free of the burdens of this world, and talking to God face to face. Hallelujah!

- For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. – (John 3:16)

- For the perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality. When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: "Death has been swallowed up in victory." "Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?" – (1 Corinthians 15:53-55)

Free health screenings

Last Saturday I volunteered, along with the rest of my medical interpreting class, at a community health event at Bethany Community Center, which is in the middle of one of the large hispanic centers of Kansas City. At the event, free medical screenings were offered to check for glucose, cholesterol, skin cancer, and prostate cancer among other things. Our job was to be involved wherever we saw a need, but mainly to work as interpreters between the nurses/doctors volunteering and the non-english speaking patients. It was an eye opening experience.

The event was set to start at 10am, but by 9am there was already a line outside of 30+ people, and it grew until the doors were opened at 10am. Almost 100% of the people that attended were hispanic or latino, the majority brought their whole families (children, babies, uncles, grandparents) and a large percentage were probably not legal residents. During those 4 hours I carried food bags, took care of an information booth, interpreted, pointed people to where they needed to go, and spent time talking with some of the organizers. One lady from Mexico wanted to sign up for the free mammogram that could be done in a clinic around the area. However, she couldn't wait the 2 weeks that it would take because in one week she was going back to Mexico. An organizer explained to me that for many of those people, that day was going to provide the only contact with a doctor they would have for the whole year. Our teacher later told us that one of the nurses checking glucose levels came across 3 out-of-control diabetes cases in under 30mins.

The screenings offered that day were a kind of basic need no one should be deprived of. In some cases, such as for people who had cancer or diabetes and did not know about it, the results of the check-ups were a matter of life and death. Who of us would stand in line for 2 hours just to know our blood pressures or glucose levels? The people that came that day were that desperate, that much in need. Most even ignored the free bags of groceries that were being given out - they just wanted to speak with a doctor.

The bible mentions that we as Christians should be kind and show hospitality towards resident aliens and visitors. However, as far as I know, it doesn't mention illegal aliens. This is an issue that my family now confronts every day, and the only thing we can do is to help everyone that comes through the church doors as much as we can without breaking the law ourselves.

Paths...

I met someone at church last night from Honduras who's been in the US for 6 years. He came here to work, have a better life, and in the process he also became a stronger Christian. Mauricio plans to return to Honduras in December. One of my friends is preparing to go to Boston, to Harvard University for 2 months. She is also from Honduras, came to KC 5 years ago to get her PhD and has almost accomplished that goal. The Boston thing may be permanent or not, she will know after 2 months.

I just finished the book "Walking from East to West: God in the Shadows", by Ravi Zacharias. For those who have not heard of him, he is one of the world's best known and most respected Christian apologists. In the book he talks about his growing up in India, probably the world's most "spiritual" country in terms of the number of religions practiced there. Although he was the son of a powerful figure in the government, had tons of good friends, was good in sports, he found so little meaning in life that he tried to commit suicide. In the hospital, still weak from the poison he took, God talked to him through one verse, John 14:19: "Because I live, you also will live." In this verse he found the meaning he had been looking for, and he committed his life to the Lord in such a way that he traveled around India preaching, then to Canada, to Vietnam during the war, Cambodia, and now throughout the world.

Uncertainty is built into our lives, and as scientists are finding out, it is even built into the laws that govern our universe. Through these people and others, through the book, God is reminding me that it is only by trusting in Him that we can have confidence in our futures. My two friends may not know exactly where they will be in 2 months, but they have placed their trust in the Lord. Ravi Zacharias didn't know he would one day be addressing the leaders of the world at the United Nations, but he placed his trust in the Lord to lead his life, and that's where he ended up. The Lord asks us to surrender ALL our lives to Him, and then He will be able to direct our paths (Proverbs 3:6).

An opportunity to worship God 2

The time of worship last night was wonderful for those of us in the praise team. From the beginning, we all felt that God's presence was with us. Many of the people in the congregation later came up to encourage us and thank us for our ministry. We weren't sure if they were going to like all of our songs (have you ever sang "Lord I Lift Your Name on High" with a salsa rhythm?), but they received all of them well. The pics above show almost everybody - the only person missing is our drummer, who is hidden by the singers. The young people playing the congas, electric guitar and recorder flute are all under the age of 16, but already eager to learn music and full of potential. For those of you who know my brother, Esteban, he is on the second picture in the middle, playing the electric bass.



This picture shows Cristian (our worship leader) on the keyboard, me playing the guitar, and Giovanni Monterroso (our worship minister) singing.

An opportunity to worship God

This Sunday, the Hispanic Ministries Emmanuel worship team has been given a wonderful opportunity to minister to the larger congregation of Olathe College Church. We will be leading the worship time in the afternoon service, singing four songs in both english and spanish. All of us in the group are excited about this, since it is a measure of how our ministry is growing and a testament to how much the Lord has helped us so far. So, if you remember us this Sunday as you go to your congregations, pray that God's presence will be with us during that time. We don't want to be performers on Sunday, we want to be worshipers of the Lord!

Next week I'll try to have a few pictures up of my immediate family and my church family.

For my St. Paul's friends, an update on my life...

Since going to Michigan to study in 1999 a lot has changed in my life, but a lot has also stayed the same. I have been back in KC for 3 years now since graduating in 2003. Thankfully my parents don't mind me living in their house. All they ask is that I cook once in a while - Chinese and Italian dishes are my forte. I'm also still a student and still in church. As for the changes:

After graduation I did volunteer work in a research lab for a year, then started work towards a PhD in Pharmaceutical Sciences at UMKC. The classes were stimulating and the research work interesting, but I soon found that research was not my calling. It happened that a year ago my advisor informed me and the other students in the lab that she would be leaving for another university. I decided then to try to apply to medical schools, which is the career that I have always felt God leading me to. I had two interviews, but no acceptance letters.

Now I will backtrack a little bit to talk about my spiritual journey through this time. My four years at Michigan exposed my faith in God, and found it to be much weaker than I had thought it to be. By the time I graduated I had almost convinced myself that I was an agnostic. God wouldn't leave me alone though. My first re-encounter with Him was at Peru in the summer of 2003. In a Wednesday meeting at my uncle's church, during the worship time, God shook me and told me, "Don't forget, I'm real." This experience left an deep impression in my life, but it did not convince me immediately to devote my life back to Jesus.

Back in KC, I attended Olathe College Church with my parents, then in late 2004 my father was asked to lead the hispanic group of the church, to be a pastor again. For a year, as the number of people grew from 10 or so to 40 members, I didn't attend their services. I continued attending the main english services though, and through the sermons of Pastor JK Warrick, God slowly worked on my heart. At home as well, my parents talked with joy about the things that were happening in the hispanic group, how people were being restored, children being healed.

The turning point for me came when 7 members of the hispanic group were baptized in front of the entire Olathe College Church congregation. I taped that wonderful occassion for my parents, and they asked me to come to the hispanic service to show the tape to that congregation. It just happened that that Sunday was also the first Sunday Manuel Marquez would be leading the music for the hispanic group. He played the keyboard, someone else the bass and someone else the drums - there was nothing fancy about the set-up. However, when someone that has been called by God and blessed with musical talent leads worship, wonderful things happen. I have no recollection of what we sung, but the Lord touched me again through music, and this time I felt Him calling me to join Manuel up on the stage. In two more Sundays I was up there playing the trumpet. This happened about a year ago (late 2005).

Now back to my medical school story. This summer, the news that I wasn't accepted hurt a lot. Dissappointment and failure are a part of life, and we are not immune to these things. However, the spiritual journey I described above also continued during this time. God was calling me not to just play the trumpet in church (as I had done in St Paul's), but to be a true worshiper of God. This meant giving my whole life over to Him, my future career, my future ministries, my future relationships. Over and over Jeremiah 29:11 comes to mind, and this verse continues to give me strength for my future.

Currently I am taking classes at Johnson County Community College so that I can work as a medical interpreter at hospitals. Medical school is still my goal, but I will be patient and wait on the Lord as to when the right time will be to apply. As for my involvement in church, I am helping with Sunday School, helping to organize activities for our small youth group, and helping the worship team. Manuel had to leave us earlier this year, but someone else came a month ago to fill his place at the keyboard and as worship leader. Cristian Cardona is only 19, a freshman at MidAmerica, but with the same anointing and talent as Manuel. Now I am playing the acoustic guitar (yeah, you heard me right), my brother Esteban (yes, that Esteban!) is playing the electric bass, a high school freshman is playing the electric guitar, a high school junior the drums, and a junior higher the congas. All from the hispanic group, all with the desire to truly worship the Lord!

Well, that is a little bit of what has been happening in my life these last 7 years. For all of you former St. Paul's people that may read this, I think of you often. I rejoice in what I hear (through my parents mostly) about you, how God is working in your lives in one way or the other. Know that I will be praying for each of you more frequently now.
I'll also try to be in contact with at least some of you more often. One of the posts in Scott W's Blog talks about the church and community, what happens when the doors close. St. Paul's youth group left a deep impression in my heart, and that is a community that I have missed in many ways. It's doors never really closed though, and the fact that many of you continue to keep in touch is a testament to this. God bless all of you, and as you continue your journeys through life, always remember Jeremiah 29:11.

Last trip to ARVO

A picture of me in front of the Atlantic Ocean in the Florida Keys. I had the opportunity to travel to Ft. Lauderdale for an annual scientific convention (the Assoc. for Research in Vision and Ophthalmology) meeting on May 2006. On our last day two friends and I decided to take a day trip to the keys - we drove there and back to Ft. Lauderdale in about 12hrs.

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