“Oh, they’re here for my daddy,” he said as the police car entered the neighborhood. His dad had dropped him off at the children’s camp the night before, dead drunk.
They stopped fighting. They prayed. And then, something exciting happened.
The Nungessers say, “We are most thankful this year for the grace of God in our lives.” Wait until you see the challenging numbers God saw them through!
The pastor kept apologizing for his church. He apologized that the floor was only dirt. He apologized that only half the roof was constructed. He invited me to preach to the church leaders but was embarrassed that his church wasn’t completed. Standing before these pastors and missionaries I wanted to give them courage and hope. I wanted to remind them of the essence of their work. I encouraged them with this and I hope it encourages you!
Philip wasn’t like most people that come to Bread of Life Foundation in Kalisz, Poland. He wasn’t addicted to drugs, alcohol or substances. But he did have a burning question. It was the same question that tears at the hearts of most Polish people. One many don’t dare to verbalize, even in their own minds. Philip’s question was…
Two trains. One track. Thousands of pounds hurling down the track at high velocity. The end result can only be a disaster.
“My name is Mateusz. I am 29 years old and I come from Malbork, Poland. Various addictions controlled me in every aspect of my life: from alcohol, to drugs, to gambling. My dependence on them determined the direction of my life. As a result…”
One Friday evening, I came home, opened the door and I saw – nothing. The apartment was empty. My wife, kids and all their belongings were gone. All that was left behind was my clothes.
For 16 years I was on the street. I lost touch with my family…
I have been an alcoholic for around 20 years of my life. In my life, I have had two very long spells of non stop alcohol abuse: once for about three years, the second after I lost my mother – which went on for over four years. I was drunk day and night. In December of 2015, I…