Dear Brothers and Sisters in the Lord Jesus Christ,
Please pray for 1.) Doug Dinkler who is having dizzy and passing out events and the doctors cannot find the problem. Also, 2.) Danny Williams (Tommy’s brother) who has been undergoing severe back pain and other health issues, 3.) Matthew Iannacone who is coming home to recuperate from knee surgery, 4.) Glenn Lang who is still suffering from migraines and other serious pain, 5.) Pastor Joe Domico of Gateway Church who had surgery for a pacemaker, 6.) Arnold Patten starting a new ministry in Bridgeton with the old Jesus truck, and 7.) for the upcoming Christmas Eve Event preparations and day. Of course, there are things you may know about other persons who need prayer such as for ongoing issues, marital problems, medical conditions, and so on. Please remember to let the Holy Spirit bring to mind anything that needs discussing with our Lord and Savior. I hope you watch this fantastic video about prayer and burden for the Lord and His people by Zac Poonen: https://youtu.be/MiWrvXnsDlA
The Christmas Eve Day Event will be held in North Camden this year and we have the lot picked out, Lord willing. If you hear about where it is, please do not give out the location in any written correspondence or mention it to anyone who would divulge the location publicly. We can only minster to one neighborhood area at a time, and if the lot location is widely publicized it could result in huge crowds that could overwhelm our resources.
Here are some planned preparation events – Please RSVP Nadine Plunkett at email@example.com to volunteer:
Dec. 17, 2:00 p.m. – Stocking Stuffing First Presbyterian Church, 101 Bridgeboro Road, Moorestown, NJ. Volunteers needed to stuff close to 1,000 stockings and package gifts for children to give to their parents for Christmas.
Dec. 22, 8:00 a.m. – Load Toys onto Trucks – 3816 Church Road, Mount Laurel, NJ. Volunteers needed to place toys into trucks according to age and gender.
Dec. 23, 8:00 a.m. – Bike Loading 601 Chapel Avenue West, Cherry Hill, NJ. Volunteers needed to load hundreds of bicycles, tricycles, etc., onto trucks.
Dec. 24, 6:00 a.m. – Set up; 9:00 a.m. sponsorship; + or - 3:00 p.m. clean up and offload after clean up.
We will announce meetings and other important events as more information becomes available.
God bless you all in Jesus’ name,
(jz for tw)
In other events:
PS:… you rarely know how your personal witness affects others… this is Dan Leinhauser's daughter's testimony, and answer to a lot of prayer… added from an email by Dave Prox… enjoy!
“The fact that I am giving this testimony even is a miracle because I shouldn't be alive. I wasn't searching for God. I wasn't looking for God. I wasn't thinking about God. But God was thinking about me. He can use circumstances seem like they have nothing to do with Him to bring you to a saving knowledge of who He is. Although I grew up Catholic, my life was completely godless. Sixth-grade was the starting point of my downward spiral that ultimately led me into a heroin and crack addiction that I would do anything to satisfy, and ended up prostituting in one of the worst areas of Kensington, Pennsylvania. It doesn't get much darker than how dark my life had become. All those years of darkness I never cried out to Him, but He was always with me. Anyone who lives that type of lifestyle- overdosing, suicide, in and out of psychiatric hospitals, putting themselves in danger situations- is more likely to die than to live. I didn't care. But God cared enough to keep me alive. I hated getting high and the things that came with it- enough to even begin trying get sober up, but I discovered being sober was always just as miserable. Even though in the world's eyes, it may have seemed like I was doing good, being sober wasn't the answer I was looking for, and I knew it. Everyone said it was, so I continued the same vicious cycle of rehab, psychiatrists, sober houses, NA/AA/CA meetings, etc. The end result was always right back where I started, except more hopeless each time and more guilty because the people I would continue to hurt and disappoint. Back then, I looked around at people and I thought, "what am I missing?" But now, I know that even if I was sober, I would have replaced drugs with another addiction. None of that is freedom. Sobriety itself isn't freedom. Jesus is freedom. My sobriety is now a byproduct of that. In an attempt to get sober I ended up in detox for another countless time. My dad gave me an ultimatum which was Blessed Hope or another Christian program in Florida. He had brought it up before and I had already decided that a Christian program was not an option for me. I decided to do my own thing again- which landed me in jail for getting busted with crack, and ended up with some charges and a felony in over my head. I ended up in jail where Blessed Hope was once again presented to me and I was looking for any other way out. But, I was out of options there was no way out. My public defender told my dad I was a "rabbit in a pit of snakes." All throughout my addiction, people told my parents I wasn't going to make it. My psychiatrist deemed me as a lost cause, and so did everyone else. Jeremiah 29:11 says, "for I know the plans I have for you", says the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you; plans to give you a future and a hope." While everyone else was saying I was a lost cause, God was saying this about me, that He had a plan for my life. I resisted as much as I could not to go to Blessed Hope. But when I finally grudgingly decided to go, I thought I could figure something out when I got out of jail to avoid doing the program. I got out of jail, went home for a few days and those days were spent getting high and denying the fact that I was going to the discipleship program for a year. The day I was supposed to leave, I waited for my mom to go to work and went down to the city to get high- not knowing what I was going to do. But I did know that I was restless knowing I had to be back by 12 to meet my dad, which is contrary to what I would normally have done. Kicking and screaming the entire way, I ended up at Blessed Hope. I got there with a very hard heart- thinking everyone was brainwashed and fighting not to let it happen to me. I never heard anybody talk about God like they did, pray like they did, read the Bible like they did, and I thought it was absolutely insane. I was so blind that for two months, I sat through two Bible studies a day, prayer every night, church three times a week without ever hearing anything God was saying to me. "For this people's heart has become calloused. They hardly hear with their ears, and they have closed their eyes. Otherwise, they might see with their eyes, hear with their ears, understand that their hearts and turn, and I would heal them." Matthew 13:15. Although I thought the God stuff was crazy, I couldn't deny the love that was shown towards me here. My attitude was disgusting yet they served and encouraged me and loved me. Their love wasn't conditional, just like Jesus is love is not conditional. For example, when my parents cut me off and I had no one to supply me with clothes and toiletries, one of the staff members, out of her own money bought for me what I needed and more. Which I definitely did not deserve. That's just one example of many. It was around two months I started to actually read the Word and letting it into my heart. Romans 10:17 says," faith comes from hearing and hearing from the word of God." The enemy kept me from pursuing the word and it stunted my spiritual growth. Once I started getting into the word, I started experiencing God changing my heart and my desires. I started to desire godly things over worldly things and He showed me happiness is truly only found in Him. I saw the growth in people around me and I knew God was doing it for me too. It's truly a miracle that God is brought me to the point I'm at because no one, not even myself, pictured that happening. It is a testimony to God's grace despite all the odds. I saw God as something that he wasn't. God brought me here to show me who He truly is. All that I knew about God is that if He were real, he wouldn't want anything to do with me. But I was so wrong. God gave everything for me, sending His Son to die for my sins, and pulling me out of my darkness to show me it's true and that he loves me. It's not anything I've done or had to do, it's simply his love and grace that he has shown for all of us. "Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me..."”