The young man I was studying with before our trip to the US has decided to be baptized. After some hurdles at finding a place to baptize Washington, we heard his confession at 1 p.m., US Central Time, today.

Some neighbors down the street were kind enough to lend us their pool. More on that later.

Washington came to us from the state of Bahia. He’s here for a year to work and then return home, in June. His fianceé is a Christian.

For now, please pray for Washington’s decision, that the Lord will give him a clean conscience and that he will see not only the forgiving power of God but the empowerment to do his will and be a beacon for the gospel as well.


Sr. Benedito has been a Christian here in SJCampos for 14-15 years. He’s 78, a widower, with no family to speak of. He lives in small rented quarters behind a house. Until recently, he worked as a manual laborer.

He has been diagnosed with prostate cancer and is receiving radiation therapy through the government health system. Lately, he has started having tremors in his hand, foot, and chin, what looks to be the onset of Parkinson’s, though no diagnosis has yet been made. Continue reading

The world at our feet, thanks to the Internet. I just did a translation for an ambassador from an African nation serving in Europe. All in the space of an hour from receiving it by email. How cool is that?

• Several publicity companies have published newspapers or magazines for our area of the city, Urbanova, which is fairly well delineated, considering it is accessed by a single bridge over the Paraiba River. But all of them seem to fail in that they come across as too commercial. Too little journalistic effort, too much filler. They seem to say, we just want to get our name and service in your face. The latest one to come sliding under our door seems a bit better for the effort, but still, something’s missing.

• The Missus brewed some Earl Grey tea and whipped up some blueberry muffins — the homemade kind, not the package stuff, while I translated. One of those life-is-good moments, know what I mean? Continue reading

This is a BZM missions report, plus.


Our daughter Leila and her friend, Amanda, (above) returned from camp on Saturday, and Vicki and I went to pick them up in Sao Paulo. The bus got stuck at camp and delayed two hours, so it was 4:30 p.m. when we got home. Vicki missed the ladies’ meeting in Taubate.

At camp Amanda had asked for a Bible study in preparation for baptism. We counseled caution when Leila called for advice, because sometimes young people are baptized at camp in the emotion of the experience there. Vicki and Leila hope to study further with her. Continue reading