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The audience for our interview with the Media Light team today

Thu, 03 May 2012 22:16:20 +0700

The audience for our interview with the Media Light team today

Worship Sunday :: Easter Sunday Song: Beautiful Scandalous Night...

Sun, 08 Apr 2012 08:32:44 +0700

Song: Beautiful Scandalous Night
Artist: The Choir
Album: Flap Your Wings

Lyrics:

Go on up to the mountain of mercy
To the crimson perpetual tide
Kneel down on the shore
Be thirsty no more
Go under and be purified

Follow Christ to the holy mountain
Sinner sorry and wrecked by the fall
Cleanse your heart and your soul
In the fountain that flowed
For you and for me and for all

CHORUS:
At the wonderful, tragic, mysterious tree
On that beautiful, scandalous night you and me
Were atoned by His blood and forever washed white
On that beautiful, scandalous night

On the hillside, you will be delivered
At the foot of the cross justified
And your spirit restored
By the river that poured
From our blessed Savior’s side

CHORUS

Go on up to the mountain of mercy
To the crimson perpetual tide
Kneel down on the shore
Be thirsty no more
Go under and be purified

Star Wars mashup movie posters by Matt Ranzetta

Fri, 06 Apr 2012 11:17:00 +0700

Star Wars Mashup - Princess Bride

Star Wars Mashup - Empire Records

Star Wars Mashup - Empire of the Sun

Star Wars Mashup - Cool Hand Luke

Star Wars Mashup - Rebel Without a Cause

Star Wars mashup movie posters by Matt Ranzetta

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Sat, 17 Mar 2012 11:10:11 +0700

Best fruit ever. [Mangosteen]

Tue, 13 Mar 2012 17:20:50 +0700

Best fruit ever. [Mangosteen]

William Booth Salvation Army Founder 1829-1916 ht: Pastor Steve...

Sun, 11 Mar 2012 17:10:29 +0700

William Booth
Salvation Army Founder
1829-1916

ht: Pastor Steve Owings

shawnmichael: Light from dark… (ht @tentblogger)

Fri, 24 Feb 2012 20:15:21 +0700

shawnmichael:

Light from dark… (ht @tentblogger)

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Wed, 22 Feb 2012 08:52:08 +0700

Mythbusters: the early years ht: Allan

Thu, 16 Feb 2012 10:00:05 +0700

Mythbusters: the early years

ht: Allan

Mythbusters: the early years ht: Allan

Thu, 16 Feb 2012 10:00:05 +0700

Mythbusters: the early years

ht: Allan

Social Media Explained. via douglaswray on instagram

Wed, 08 Feb 2012 08:00:05 +0700

Social Media Explained.

via douglaswray on instagram

Forgiveness when the debt's been paid

Tue, 07 Feb 2012 09:27:01 +0700

Forgiveness when the debt's been paid:

Foursquare pastor Cere Muscarella talks about forgiveness with a wonderful illustration and reminds us all that the debts have been paid.

via The Foursquare Church

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Mon, 06 Feb 2012 12:37:45 +0700

Excerpt from post-Bruchko captivity

Tue, 31 Jan 2012 11:15:20 +0700

I had the privilege of meeting Bruce Olson in 1996 at the National House of Prayer in Washington D.C. He shared with us for hours about his life and work among the Motilone (Bari) people of South America. We had all, of course, read his biography Bruchko, but in the years following that book so much happened that he shared with us that night. Many of those stories are now available at his site: http://www.bruceolson.com

Here’s an excerpt:

By February, when the {guerrilla} national-level responsables finally confronted me and insisted I declare myself a committed member of their organization, I knew I couldn’t avoid the issue any longer. I explained, very simply, that I could not justify killing to attain social and political goals, so I could not align myself with them. At this point, my classification was officially changed from “political prisoner” to “prisoner of war.”

Prisoners of war, I knew, were always executed. But before they could execute me, the guerrillas would make up a list of “charges” against me, publish them in the national media and then formally sentence me to death for “crimes against the people.” This was their usual strategy.

The charges they came up with were creative. I was accused of murdering 6,100 Motilone Indians; of trafficking in cocaine and other drugs; of turning Indians into slave labor in my personal gold and emerald mines; of working for the CIA; of flying helicopters in army attacks on guerrilla camps; and worst of all, of teaching American astronauts to speak Motilone, so they could talk to each other in space without being understood by Russians. This last charge was my favorite. It had a certain romantic ring to it.

As the charges were formulated, other prisoners — mostly kidnap victims being held for large ransoms — were brought in and out of the camps from week to week. I got to know several of them fairly well, and we tried to encourage each other as much as possible.

One of these kidnap victims, a helicopter pilot named Franco, was moved in and out of several camps I was in. We developed a fairly close relationship over the months we were together. Unfortunately, Franco constantly argued with the guerrillas. His belligerent attitude made him extremely unpopular with them. It was as if he were looking for ways to get himself abused or killed.

“Franco,” I’d tell him, “It does no good to argue with the guerrillas. You only hurt yourself. Try kindness.” But he’d fly into a rage, accusing me of “collaborating with the enemy.” Later he’d apologize and say I was right, resolving to keep his anger under control. But it was hard. He was not a person who could accept daily abuse and humiliation without fighting back.

Franco had a complete nervous breakdown after several months of captivity. When this happened the guerrillas, frustrated by his behavior, asked me to become his official “spiritual counselor.” They knew that Franco professed to be a Christian and saw this as a means of keeping him intact enough to collect the large ransom they’d been trying to negotiate for him.

But Franco was not easy to counsel. For one thing, he kept going on hunger strikes . Four of them, all told. “I won’t be treated like this,” he told me before the first one. “They can’t victimize me. I’ll show them — I’ll starve myself to death! They won’t get their ransom. I still have some power over my own life!” I couldn’t persuade him not to do it, so he angrily announced his hunger strike to the guerrillas and was enraged even further when they paid no attention.

By the end of the first night of his hunger strike, Franco came to me saying, “Oh, my friend, I’m so hungry! I can’t stand it! You’ve got to bring me something to eat. Can you sneak me something from your dinner? Don’t let the guerrillas know, whatever you do!”

By this time the guerrillas gave me a little more freedom to move around in the camp, so I was able to slip most of my dinner into a plastic bag and hide it under my shirt until I could pass it to Franco later that night. He waited until he was in his hammock and wolfed it down. This went on every day of his so-called hunger strike. And he was always ravenous, so it got to the point where I was starving to death because Franco couldn’t get by on less than my full ration of food.

Eventually the guerrillas started to worry about Franco’s health. One of them asked me, “Do you think he might die? How long can he live without food?” Most of the guerrillas had mixed emotions about it — they didn’t want to lose their ransom, but at the same time they fervently wished to be rid of him.

Finally, a responsable came to me and said, “Franco’s hunger strike has lasted two weeks now. Can you do something to make him eat? We’re getting tired of this. He’s driving us crazy. We’ve decided to just go ahead and execute him if we can’t get him to cooperate. After all, he wants to die from starvation, so it will shorten his suffering if we shoot him now.” I decided humor might be the best solution to Franco’s problem. “Don’t worry about Franco,” I told the guerrilla. “I’m the one who’s starving — he’s been eating all my food!” The guerrilla laughed uproariously as I described how Franco had been getting plump while I wasted away from his hunger strike. It became something of a camp joke — though Franco never knew about it. After this, every time Franco announced another hunger strike, they gave me two dinners — one for me to “sneak” to Franco to keep him happy, and another for myself. We survived all four of his long hunger strikes this way. Franco was eventually released.

For Chinese New Year, a look back at 2011. It was a great year!

Tue, 24 Jan 2012 14:39:16 +0700

For Chinese New Year, a look back at 2011. It was a great year!

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Mon, 26 Dec 2011 00:39:57 +0700

Akha Podcast

Wed, 16 Nov 2011 16:21:09 +0700

Akha Outreach Media is now distributing unmastered/sample audio recordings through its Podcast - just subscribe to http://feeds.feedburner.com/aqkaq in your iTunes account!

aqkaq:

Ngaq-ahr kakhov-eu guiqlahq (Akha - Amazing Grace My Chains are Gone - Untouched)

humblegram: Commissioning workers for the harvest (Taken with...

Fri, 11 Nov 2011 10:51:37 +0700

humblegram:

Commissioning workers for the harvest (Taken with Instagram at Republic of the Union of Myanmar | สาธารณรัฐแห่งสหภาพพม่า)

I love/hate this. #daddysong shawnmichael: Instant tears…...

Wed, 02 Nov 2011 10:35:10 +0700

I love/hate this. #daddysong

shawnmichael:

Instant tears… #DaddySong

Church. Via Foursquarecomm (that’s right, as in us...

Mon, 31 Oct 2011 18:50:49 +0700

Church.

Via Foursquarecomm (that’s right, as in us #Foursquare) and #JamieTVWM