Thursday, April 18, 2019

{FECA Vision Choir} Fwd: Singing

Thanks to Christine who uploaded several videos of our singing on YouTube.  Our singing wasn't perfect, but it was definitely heartfelt.  I personally think singing in empty churches with an audience of One (our Lord) was just pure praise and most satisfying (to me).

By the way, we will be sharing about our trip a little this Saturday noon at the Vision potluck, this Sunday (Easter Sunday) during the 11:30 Sunday school time, and next Sunday (April 28) during the Mandarin Sunday school time at 10 AM, all at FEC Glendale church.  All welcomed to come.

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From: Christine Gaw <christine.gaw@gmail.com>
Date: April 17, 2019 at 9:36:12 PM PDT
To: undisclosed-recipients:;
Subject: Singing

Dear all,

We did sing!  If you are interested, I've uploaded some videos of us singing.  We sang at local churches, homes, a safe house for Yazidis, for a local youth group, and even in empty churches we toured on our day off just for fun.  We also sang one song every morning in the camps (no video).  We pray that God used the music to be a blessing.


Soli Deo Gloria,
Christine

Sunday, April 14, 2019

{FECA Vision Choir} Pray for Yazidis.pdf

Attached is Christine Gaw's excellent summary of our Iraq trip. Please remember not to post on social media as the area is still sensitive and we want to protect the refugees.

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Sunday, April 7, 2019

{FECA Vision Choir} Home again

Just a short note to let all our prayer warriors we are home with no problems on our flight back to LA, even though the new Istanbul Airport has been in operation less than 24 hours. Here is the spanking new building from our van and just inside the front doors.

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Re: {FECA Vision Choir} Glenn’s journal

Dear Marshall and Meiring and Team,

Thanks for the reports. You have all been through a lot, but glad to know you are all okay, PTL! I am remembering you all, especially to have a safe and good flight home. Take care and Blessings!

Warmly,

Siang Yang

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On Apr 6, 2019, at 10:08 PM, Marshall <umarsh07@gmail.com> wrote:

Below is Glenn's account of our Erbil to Istanbul flight, sent to you with his permission and quite humorous.  One thing he said is not quite correct is when he said Brandon had exchanged some money for a Turkish Liras in Ankara.  How we had any money at all is a story in itself.  When Turkish airlines said we had to pay a penalty fee of $15 to $18 (depending on what our ticket originally cost), that is not entirely correct.  They wanted to charge us about $30 to $40 penalty, but we complained vigorously that this is completely illogical that we should pay so much just because we missed one leg of the flight, so the Turkish Airlines official came up with the idea of a rebate.  If we paid say $30, the airline would refund us $15 in Turkish Liras so our net penalty cost was $15.  That is how we ended up with enough Turkish money (about 6000 Liras) to pay for our meal at Ankara Airport.  Isn't our God amazing in providing for our needs?

"So, like what happened?  The original plan was that we would leave Duhok at 4 a.m., narrowly make it on the plane for the 9:20 a.m. flight to Istanbul, and chill for the afternoon.  Well, I already mentioned to someone before that we'd be cutting it kind of close, especially if something happened and we didn't leave on time.  So guess what...our driver overslept and never showed up, so Willy called Kaizak around 4:15 wondering what happened, and Kaizak scrambled to get another driver to fetch us an hour late.  I cannot explain this, but my kidneys went into diuretic mode on the bus, and when I finally couldn't keep my bladder from leaking like that of a pregnant woman getting her ultrasound, I noticed Sharon holding a nearly empty water bottle, and discretely asked for it to go pee in the back of the bus to avert disaster.  That I managed to aim my stream into the tiny opening was somewhat miraculous.  Oh, yeah, and we arrived at the check-in counter at 9 a.m., way after the gate had already closed for the flight.

So, plan B was being formed out of necessity.  We were told that all Turkish Airlines flights out of Erbil were full until the 3 a.m. flight on Sunday, and the possibility of us ending up spending two quality days in Erbil instead of Istanbul was becoming quite real.  Yes, perhaps God wanted us to be in Erbil, perhaps for some divine encounters that only He can orchestrate.  Meanwhile, the mighty Willy and Kaizak machine started to spin at its full glorious fury, and out came plan C - we would get on an alternate airline's flight, pay extra as a result, have a long layover of over 5 hours in Ankara, and then finally get on a 9:15 p.m. flight to Istanbul, but landing at the smaller airport on the Asian side.  Tickets were purchased.  Boarding passes were issued.  We were going to fly on Pegasus Airline.  Their web site is flypgs.com.  Almost looks like "fly pigs".  Yeah, like we'd make it if pigs can fly.

We did manage to get airborne with the "pig", but barely.  So, we casually lined up to board our 1:20 p.m. flight, after already checked our baggage beforehand, just to be informed at the gate that our tickets got cancelled because there was a problem with the credit card transaction.  We were not going to get on the plane, and Kaizak reportedly was sending someone with money to the airport (its amazing how many connections this faithful brother has).  The only way to actually get on the plane, we were kindly informed, was that we pay for the tickets in full, in cash.  Something like $2,910.  We had no choice but to completely empty our cash and pool the money, at which time I realized that I inadvertently packed my wallet into my checked luggage.  Sweating bullets, not just because we weren't sure that we could come up with the money, but also that I'd have a huge mess on my hands if our luggage somehow got mishandled.  Something like "God, help!" probably was being muttered under many lips at the time.  As it turned out, we did manage to collect the required sum and managed to board (about 20 minutes after the posted flight departure time), with not more than pocket change to spare between our party of eight.

We were filthy rich in comparison when we reached Ankara, as Brandon exchanged for some Turkish Liras when we were at Ataturk Airport a couple of weeks ago, so we had enough money to have dinner at Burger King.   I ordered a bean burger, for no other reason than that I was curious.  It literally was a deep fried patty that had the taste and texture of a can of refritos.  Check that one off the list. However, our saga still had a couple of turns left.  We were instructed as we were boarding that we would have to go to the Pegasus counter in Ankara to get our boarding passes to Istanbul, as our boarding passes for the connection was voided once our tickets got cancelled.  Plenty of mishaps could occur again, but Kenny took charge of this and helped get things figured out.  He also astutely noticed that we were put on an earlier flight, with a departure time of 7:30 p.m. instead of 9:15 p.m.  Good pickup, or there would be even more trouble.  We were also advised, thanks to Christy Tan, that we needed to check with Turkish Airlines to make sure that our tickets to LAX weren't cancelled.  They were.  We ended up having to pay $15 per person to reissue our tickets.  After having seen multiple credit cards bounce during this trip, we were relieved that Amy had a card that worked, and she was able to pay for the transactions.

As the drama finally seemed to wind down with our arrival in Istanbul, we realized that our baggage weren't where we were expecting, but that they were routed to the baggage area of the international arrival area.  All was well after our rendezvous with our ground transportation connection and our luggage.

So, what's the take home message from all this?  Make sure that you hire a driver who can wake up early in the morning, never put "air travel" and "close shave" in the same sentence, and that God is good.  Psalm 91, which was the subject of our morning devotions a few days ago..."He will command his angels concerning you, to guard you in all your ways; with their hands they will bear you up, that you will not strike your foot against a stone."

Istanbul tour today.  My wallet is in my pocket.  I'm counting on my ATM card working, Lord willing.

Glenn"

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Saturday, April 6, 2019

{FECA Vision Choir} Glenn’s journal

Below is Glenn's account of our Erbil to Istanbul flight, sent to you with his permission and quite humorous.  One thing he said is not quite correct is when he said Brandon had exchanged some money for a Turkish Liras in Ankara.  How we had any money at all is a story in itself.  When Turkish airlines said we had to pay a penalty fee of $15 to $18 (depending on what our ticket originally cost), that is not entirely correct.  They wanted to charge us about $30 to $40 penalty, but we complained vigorously that this is completely illogical that we should pay so much just because we missed one leg of the flight, so the Turkish Airlines official came up with the idea of a rebate.  If we paid say $30, the airline would refund us $15 in Turkish Liras so our net penalty cost was $15.  That is how we ended up with enough Turkish money (about 6000 Liras) to pay for our meal at Ankara Airport.  Isn't our God amazing in providing for our needs?

"So, like what happened?  The original plan was that we would leave Duhok at 4 a.m., narrowly make it on the plane for the 9:20 a.m. flight to Istanbul, and chill for the afternoon.  Well, I already mentioned to someone before that we'd be cutting it kind of close, especially if something happened and we didn't leave on time.  So guess what...our driver overslept and never showed up, so Willy called Kaizak around 4:15 wondering what happened, and Kaizak scrambled to get another driver to fetch us an hour late.  I cannot explain this, but my kidneys went into diuretic mode on the bus, and when I finally couldn't keep my bladder from leaking like that of a pregnant woman getting her ultrasound, I noticed Sharon holding a nearly empty water bottle, and discretely asked for it to go pee in the back of the bus to avert disaster.  That I managed to aim my stream into the tiny opening was somewhat miraculous.  Oh, yeah, and we arrived at the check-in counter at 9 a.m., way after the gate had already closed for the flight.

So, plan B was being formed out of necessity.  We were told that all Turkish Airlines flights out of Erbil were full until the 3 a.m. flight on Sunday, and the possibility of us ending up spending two quality days in Erbil instead of Istanbul was becoming quite real.  Yes, perhaps God wanted us to be in Erbil, perhaps for some divine encounters that only He can orchestrate.  Meanwhile, the mighty Willy and Kaizak machine started to spin at its full glorious fury, and out came plan C - we would get on an alternate airline's flight, pay extra as a result, have a long layover of over 5 hours in Ankara, and then finally get on a 9:15 p.m. flight to Istanbul, but landing at the smaller airport on the Asian side.  Tickets were purchased.  Boarding passes were issued.  We were going to fly on Pegasus Airline.  Their web site is flypgs.com.  Almost looks like "fly pigs".  Yeah, like we'd make it if pigs can fly.

We did manage to get airborne with the "pig", but barely.  So, we casually lined up to board our 1:20 p.m. flight, after already checked our baggage beforehand, just to be informed at the gate that our tickets got cancelled because there was a problem with the credit card transaction.  We were not going to get on the plane, and Kaizak reportedly was sending someone with money to the airport (its amazing how many connections this faithful brother has).  The only way to actually get on the plane, we were kindly informed, was that we pay for the tickets in full, in cash.  Something like $2,910.  We had no choice but to completely empty our cash and pool the money, at which time I realized that I inadvertently packed my wallet into my checked luggage.  Sweating bullets, not just because we weren't sure that we could come up with the money, but also that I'd have a huge mess on my hands if our luggage somehow got mishandled.  Something like "God, help!" probably was being muttered under many lips at the time.  As it turned out, we did manage to collect the required sum and managed to board (about 20 minutes after the posted flight departure time), with not more than pocket change to spare between our party of eight.

We were filthy rich in comparison when we reached Ankara, as Brandon exchanged for some Turkish Liras when we were at Ataturk Airport a couple of weeks ago, so we had enough money to have dinner at Burger King.   I ordered a bean burger, for no other reason than that I was curious.  It literally was a deep fried patty that had the taste and texture of a can of refritos.  Check that one off the list. However, our saga still had a couple of turns left.  We were instructed as we were boarding that we would have to go to the Pegasus counter in Ankara to get our boarding passes to Istanbul, as our boarding passes for the connection was voided once our tickets got cancelled.  Plenty of mishaps could occur again, but Kenny took charge of this and helped get things figured out.  He also astutely noticed that we were put on an earlier flight, with a departure time of 7:30 p.m. instead of 9:15 p.m.  Good pickup, or there would be even more trouble.  We were also advised, thanks to Christy Tan, that we needed to check with Turkish Airlines to make sure that our tickets to LAX weren't cancelled.  They were.  We ended up having to pay $15 per person to reissue our tickets.  After having seen multiple credit cards bounce during this trip, we were relieved that Amy had a card that worked, and she was able to pay for the transactions.

As the drama finally seemed to wind down with our arrival in Istanbul, we realized that our baggage weren't where we were expecting, but that they were routed to the baggage area of the international arrival area.  All was well after our rendezvous with our ground transportation connection and our luggage.

So, what's the take home message from all this?  Make sure that you hire a driver who can wake up early in the morning, never put "air travel" and "close shave" in the same sentence, and that God is good.  Psalm 91, which was the subject of our morning devotions a few days ago..."He will command his angels concerning you, to guard you in all your ways; with their hands they will bear you up, that you will not strike your foot against a stone."

Istanbul tour today.  My wallet is in my pocket.  I'm counting on my ATM card working, Lord willing.

Glenn"

{FECA Vision Choir} Report 15

Saturday, April 6

We slept late and all of us started the day energized.  After breakfast, we met in a side lobby and debriefed.  One key observation is that as hard a day as we had yesterday, it gave us a little perspective into what the refugees and IDP's experienced when they fled from ISIS, except their situation lasted for days and weeks while ours was only 20 some hours.  They had to run not knowing where, had no food (or water) for days, and when they sought refuge, many times they were rejected and had to keep going.  What we faced compared to their experience must be like a walk in the park.


We then met our guide, Bahar, a charming young lady getting her Master's degree in history concentrating in Mesopotamia and wants to get a PhD and do archeology, while continuing to guide groups.  She met us at 10 and immediately led us to the old Sultan's Palace, technically Topkapi Palace Museum.  This took about two hours and we must have walked 2 to 3 miles going through different gates until we got to the Dultanks secure inner personal palace.  This photo of our team is taken from the Sultan's favorite breakfast shelter (to the right of where we are standing).  Then around 12:15, we went to Hagia Sophia, a pagan worship hall to the god of wisdom from a couple of centuries before Christ, which became St. Sophia Church, the center for the Eastern Orthodox Church in the fourth century, which then became an Islamic mosque before being turned into a museum, but each time keeping the name Sophia.  We walked across the street to eat lunch at 2 PM at Lale Restaurant (a.k.a., The Pudding Shop).  After lunch, we visited Sultanahmet (Blue Mosque), afte4 which Marshall left the group because his stomach was a little upset while the rest of the team went to the Hippodrome, and ended up at the Grand Bazaar (see photo), where our guide Bahar departed from us.  We completed our debriefing from 6 to 8 PM, praying for each member of the team and went to eat dinner.  Tomorrow, we plan to depart our hotel at 9 AM, since the newly opened (at 2 PM today!) Istanbul airport is quite a distance from where we are and almost twice as far as the old airport which shut down at 2 AM this morning.  So we should be back in LA Sunday evening around 5 PM, PDT, Lord willing.




Re: {FECA Vision Choir} Report 14

Expensive lesson. We have to go through 4 security checks, one of them even before we enter the airport area and all women were padded down one by one , it took a long time for us to clear security. We also had same experience with driver being very late in many occasions, we were told he will be here in 5 minute but he showed up 35 minutes later . Pray for a smooth journey from now on
Carolin Eng 

On Fri, Apr 5, 2019 at 1:03 PM Marshall <umarsh07@gmail.com> wrote:

Friday, April 5

We woke up early and were ready to leave before 4 AM, but by 4:15, the bus still had not shown up.  Willy, who came to see us off, called Kaizak who woke up another bus driver who finally showed up at 5 AM, an hour late.  Our plane leaves at 9:20 but we did not arrive at the airport until 8:20.  By the time we cleared security and got to the gate, it was almost 9 AM, and the gates were closed and no amount of begging could convince them to board us. We went to the Turkish Airlnes office, and were told today's 9 PM flight, tomorrow's 3 AM flights, in face all the Saturday flights were booked solid, but maybe on standby, some of us could get on.  This is not a viable alternative.  The Sunday morning 3 AM flight has seats available but only premium seats which cost $742 per person, almost the cost of our round trip LA to Erbil flights.  We called Willy who found us flights on Pegasus Airlines for about $360 each, leaving a 1 PM today stopping somewhere and arriving in Istanbul at 7 PM tonight.  So that's our plan.  Since we only ate snacks, we bought some food from the airport cafe (for a king's ransom) but found out the cafe worker is from Indonesia.  Further conversation revealed he is also a believer who said Christians used to be 5% in Indonesia but are now 30% due to outreach efforts.  We checked in at 11:30, not wanting to miss this flight, but Marshall lost his walking cane when security would not let him bring it in and put it in a trash can with several other walkers.  Those who have problems walking may have real problems.  So we show up at the gate and start to board.  The agent said, no, your tickets have been cancelled, two hours before departure, apparently minutes after being issued the boarding pass.  Willy had booked our flight on line and used his credit card, but somehow it was rejected.  The agent said we had to pay $2910 cash if we wanted to fly!  Pooling all our cash, we found out we have just about $3000, so by depleting almost all our cash, we were able to board and now we have arrived in Ankara, Turkey and cleared immigration.  Learning from our mistakes, we went to the Turkish Airlines Reservation desk.  Lo and behold, because we did not fly the Erbil to Istanbul leg, we have to rebook and pay a penalty then on the Istanbul to LA flight Sunday.  It makes no sense but that's the airlines policy.  Fortunately, they accepted Amy's credit card to pay the $15 to 18 penalty per person.  So by the bus coming late, this cost us an extra $3000 above what we had budgeted.  After finally getting our confirmation, we went down to the food court to eat our first non-snack meal of the day (it is now 5 PM).  What lesson is God teaching us?  It must be more than just encouraging an Indonesian believer in Erbil.  Maybe it is to tach us patience which we had to learn as all these ticket changes took a looong time.  One practical lesson is for future teams, when taking the bus, to leave at 3 AM instead of 4 for the morning flight, because if we had left at 4, we would be at the tail end of the check in and it is better to have some margin.  While waiting, we used the time to debrief our lessons learned.  One last adventure to our long day.  We were able to get on a domestic Pegasus flight leaving about 2 hours earlier.  The agent said our luggage will also be on that flight.  When we got to Istanbul, no luggage showed up even with much prayer.  Finally, someone said we need to go to the International terminal, and there they were!  We finally left the airport around 9:45, arrived at the hotel at 10:45.  Praise the Lord.  We all got here with our luggage.  The hotel is very expensive, the rooms tiny, but elegant.  Listed price is 200 Euros for a single and 300 for double, but I think we are paying less.  Tomorrow is a rest and sightseeing day so this might be the last report from our group.

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Friday, April 5, 2019

{FECA Vision Choir} Report 14

Friday, April 5

We woke up early and were ready to leave before 4 AM, but by 4:15, the bus still had not shown up.  Willy, who came to see us off, called Kaizak who woke up another bus driver who finally showed up at 5 AM, an hour late.  Our plane leaves at 9:20 but we did not arrive at the airport until 8:20.  By the time we cleared security and got to the gate, it was almost 9 AM, and the gates were closed and no amount of begging could convince them to board us. We went to the Turkish Airlnes office, and were told today's 9 PM flight, tomorrow's 3 AM flights, in face all the Saturday flights were booked solid, but maybe on standby, some of us could get on.  This is not a viable alternative.  The Sunday morning 3 AM flight has seats available but only premium seats which cost $742 per person, almost the cost of our round trip LA to Erbil flights.  We called Willy who found us flights on Pegasus Airlines for about $360 each, leaving a 1 PM today stopping somewhere and arriving in Istanbul at 7 PM tonight.  So that's our plan.  Since we only ate snacks, we bought some food from the airport cafe (for a king's ransom) but found out the cafe worker is from Indonesia.  Further conversation revealed he is also a believer who said Christians used to be 5% in Indonesia but are now 30% due to outreach efforts.  We checked in at 11:30, not wanting to miss this flight, but Marshall lost his walking cane when security would not let him bring it in and put it in a trash can with several other walkers.  Those who have problems walking may have real problems.  So we show up at the gate and start to board.  The agent said, no, your tickets have been cancelled, two hours before departure, apparently minutes after being issued the boarding pass.  Willy had booked our flight on line and used his credit card, but somehow it was rejected.  The agent said we had to pay $2910 cash if we wanted to fly!  Pooling all our cash, we found out we have just about $3000, so by depleting almost all our cash, we were able to board and now we have arrived in Ankara, Turkey and cleared immigration.  Learning from our mistakes, we went to the Turkish Airlines Reservation desk.  Lo and behold, because we did not fly the Erbil to Istanbul leg, we have to rebook and pay a penalty then on the Istanbul to LA flight Sunday.  It makes no sense but that's the airlines policy.  Fortunately, they accepted Amy's credit card to pay the $15 to 18 penalty per person.  So by the bus coming late, this cost us an extra $3000 above what we had budgeted.  After finally getting our confirmation, we went down to the food court to eat our first non-snack meal of the day (it is now 5 PM).  What lesson is God teaching us?  It must be more than just encouraging an Indonesian believer in Erbil.  Maybe it is to tach us patience which we had to learn as all these ticket changes took a looong time.  One practical lesson is for future teams, when taking the bus, to leave at 3 AM instead of 4 for the morning flight, because if we had left at 4, we would be at the tail end of the check in and it is better to have some margin.  While waiting, we used the time to debrief our lessons learned.  One last adventure to our long day.  We were able to get on a domestic Pegasus flight leaving about 2 hours earlier.  The agent said our luggage will also be on that flight.  When we got to Istanbul, no luggage showed up even with much prayer.  Finally, someone said we need to go to the International terminal, and there they were!  We finally left the airport around 9:45, arrived at the hotel at 10:45.  Praise the Lord.  We all got here with our luggage.  The hotel is very expensive, the rooms tiny, but elegant.  Listed price is 200 Euros for a single and 300 for double, but I think we are paying less.  Tomorrow is a rest and sightseeing day so this might be the last report from our group.

Thursday, April 4, 2019

{FECA Vision Choir} Report 13

Thursday, April 4

Today is our last day here in Iraq and it is turning out to be a beautiful sunny day.  Northwest of the Darkar camp, beyond the hills above the school, there is still snow on the mountain tops.  It is hard to believe we have been here for 12 days already.  We sang The Lord Bless You and Keep You to the audience and Kenny said farewell on our behalf and told the story of the Good Samaritan.  Our doctors started their day, and we plan on visiting families with whom we made connections in the last 4 days here.  Surprisingly, no ladies showed up for crocheting even though they said they were coming and we had planned to give them a set of crochet needles (eventually 4 ladies showed up)  Christine and Mei went with Araz to visit two homes and were able to pray at both homes.  The second home had a child with cerebral palsy and Christine suggested she could qualify for a special wheelchair so she could get around.  In between, they met a man who complained our doctors couldn't do anything for her daughter who had a toothache so bad she could not sleep.  Fortunately, Habibi is bringing in a dental team next week to Berseve1 next week and we were able to get his phone contact to ensure a dentist could see her.   Cabri asked Marshall to see Baran, his cousin, who lives with her uncle, so she could go to school here.  Her parents are still in Shinjar.  Baran is an 18 year old girl who is a talented artist.  Some of her work is shown below, including a sketch she made of a Marshall in a few minutes.  Cabri works for a German NGO, WFP, to provide aid to his fellow IDPs and also a believer who attends the church we sang In last Friday.  Lily, Sharon and Araz joined the group which made communications easier.  After praying, we went to Cabri's home to pray for his family.  Pastor Fadeheel, whose church we attended last Friday drove to the camp.  He accompanied Zmei and Christine to visit the girl Kenny, Marsha and Araz prayed for Tuesday who had trouble sleeping, Sara.  Praise a God she has slept well every night since.  Her mother is Shabak, a small minority unreached group from Mosul who are Shiite Muslim.  But she showed us in the Quran that the prophet Isa (Jesus) is important to her Muslim faith, and now after seeing prayer work on Sara, she now believes He is the only way to God the Father, as we sang In John 14:6 a few days ago.  We encouraged her to read the Bible too, but she said that is very difficult in her culture.  Pastor Fadeheel invited her to attend his church tomorrow (Friday night)  and would send a car for her family to come and she said yes.  Pray for her to grow in her new-found faith.  This all happened because our bus was an hour late arriving at Darkar, God's timing that allowed this visitation to occur including Pastor Fadeheel arriving just in time.  Here is a picture of Marshall with Sara's young sister, a darling in any culture.  Brandon meantime observed how cruel the Yazidi boys were to another boy with a physical handicap.  Glenn mentioned how many kids he saw with genetic problems probably caused by inbreeding within the Yazidi community.


We returned to the hotel to host a luncheon with all our helpers and give them the gifts we had brought from the US as well as say our farewells.  This was a late, late lunch, eaten about 3 PM.  We then asked Johnny and Christine to share what they learned as he is leaving in a few hours and Christine is staying longer to join Jenn Tam and the OT rehab team also coming next week.  We will be leaving our hotel about 4 AM tomorrow morning to catch our 9:30 flight from Erbil to Istanbul.  Today was a great day, praise God!


View of snow capped mountains

Baran's drawing of captured Yazidi women

Baran's creative drawing using birds and horses for lady's hair

Baran giving her drawing of chained woman to Lily

Baran's sketch of Marshall

Sara's younger sister, she will break many hearts when she grows up

Wednesday, April 3, 2019

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Kenny sharing with Araz translating

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{FECA Vision Choir} Report 12

Wednesday April 3

Today is our last full day at Darkar.  Siang and Marsha were to return to Duhok last night, but the heavy rains made travel hazardous, and Kaizak opened his home to have them stay the night so we get the pleasure of their company for a second day.  After we sang John 14:6, Kenny told them the story of the Samaritan woman at the well.  We started to prepare the story to tell the women after lunch, which we had decided was the same Samaritan women story.  Siang and Marsha found the young girl who had sleeping problems and spent some time following up with her.  Sherzad, a believer, joined us as another translator today and he translated.  Praise God, she was able to sleep last night.  Sharon, Mei and Marshall with Araz visited two different families and had opportunity to pray for them.  Our pharmacist, a Yazidi who comes from Khanke (a camp in Duhok) is addicted to smoking (like the majority of males here) and Marshall had an opportunity to pray for breakage of this bondage for him.  After lunch, Siang and Marsha left in a taxi to return to Duhok.


In the afternoon, the sun came out, the third partial day it was pleasant and warm.  Meanwhile, Kenny, the pool shark, had found 3 pool tables located in the village just a few hundred feet from the entrance of the Darkar camp yesterday and after lunch today, he headed off to fellowship with all the young men hanging out there.  This time, even though the young men welcomed him, the owner asked him to pay to play, unlike last week or yesterday.  At camp, just a few women showed up for story telling, but many children came and packed the room, so much so that there was no room to exercise after the story telling.  What ensued was quite chaotic.  We tried to thin down numbers by separating younger children from teenagers but more kept coming and they would pound on the door trying to join the others inside the room while those outside tried to organize them.  Later in the afternoon, Dawoo came. Unfortunately, he was again wearing the amulet around his neck.  He said his father would not allow him to get rid of the amulet, even though he knows it is creating his problems.  Araz gave him a New Testament and Aram said it will take time but promised to follow up with Dawoo, including giving him an audio Bible in Kumanji on a microchip.  Still later, Marshall caught our pharmacist friend sneaking a smoke, and jokingly confronted him.  These spiritual strongholds are difficult to break and need much prayer (and maybe fasting too).  Johnny and Lily with translator Hogar, on the other hand, had a wonderful home visit, very open and candid, but the family did not want prayer at the end even though they asked us to stay for dinner three times.  So we had a harder day spiritually with both triumphs and seeming failures and that just shows how much we need God's power when we are on the spiritual front lines.  We also discussed how to handle our thank you notes which we will be passing out tomorrow to all our local coworkers.


Doctors Johnny and Glenn treat8ng patients

Sharon with translator Araz telling children a story

Tuesday, April 2, 2019

{FECA Vision Choir} Report 11

Tuesday, April 2

Bad throat and all, we sang Name Above All Names and Kenny talked about Jonah with Araz translating since Aram wasn't feeling well - starting yesterday afternoon and he slept for at least 14 hours straight and was still sleeping when we left the hotel.  We were joined by two young ladies, Siang and Marsha visiting this ministry from Duhok.  Siang just arrived in Iraq two weeks ago from Singapore and is committed to stay for 2 years.  Marsha is from New York City, has been here for four years and staying for at least two more years.  Right after Kenny spoke and the doctors examining patients, Marsha, Araz, and Kenny started talking to a young Yazidi girl having problems sleeping and brought here by her mother.  Marsha shared the good news and found out this young girl was already a believer.  We were able to pray for them.  Siang was asked to counsel a lady with Hollis translating.  As soon as she was done, another lady came in for counseling.  It was good to meet these two new friends.


We did our children's teaching in the morning and also visited some homes, having opportunity to pray for them this time.  Christine was also able to teach some exercises to a couple of elderly ladies with specific physical problems (for example, backaches or stiff neck)  Aram arrived at the camp at noon, fully recovered after all that sleep.  He decided he suffered from dehydration but we decided he had not slept enough the last week.  After lunch, it really started pouring, in fact, it hailed!  That did not keep the ladies from coming for their exercise and crocheting classes.  We saw about 75 patients today and was finished at 3 PM when no more patients showed up.  So we left camp at 4 PM and Meiring cooked a simple meal, soup with lots of veggies in the soup, porridge and ramen noodle, an almost vegan non-sishkabob meal, but we had tea eggs left, beef jerky, and pork sung.  We debriefed and thanked God that we were able to accomplish our tasks even with bad throats and coughs.


Photo is looking toward Berseve camp with all the sheep contently grazing.

Monday, April 1, 2019

{FECA Vision Choir} Report 10

Monday, April 1

This morning, Sharon came in with almost no voice, so we prayed for healing for Christine, Brandon, and Sharon.  We also prayed for Lily, Amy and Marshall who have a lot of mucus and might have colds.  Our devotions passage was from Eph. 2:11-22, so fitting as we see the animosity between Muslims and Yazidis, the ostracizing of women who had children from ISIS - actually a tradition dating back thousand of years, like the Jews despising the Samaritans.  How much we need Jesus to bring unity to this region, in fact, everywhere on this earth.  Because Glenn went with Willy to consult at the hospital today, and several of us have semi lost our voice, we had a harder time singing In His Time to the waiting crowd.  So Kenny spent a longer time greeting the crowd, telling the story of Jesus feeding the five thousand.  They were so absorbed, after Kenny was done, they said they had never heard anything like it so they asked him to talk some more (any preacher's dream) so of course, Kenny told them more, including details about his family fleeing the Japanese and emigrating to Myanmar, something these IDP's can readily identify with.  Since today is the second non-rainy day since we have been here, we visited several homes and were invited for lunch at their homes.  In spite of their poverty, their hospitality and generosity is overwhelming, full spread of foods, even bottled coke.  Mei, Christine and their translator, Hollis went to one home but the mother-in-law was there and they did not share the good news.  Sharon and Araz on the other hand visited a home and were able to share openly, planting seeds.  The funniest story is Kenny's adventure.  He was invited by a little boy to his home, where he met the child's grandparents.  Since extended families live together in these trailers, Kenny also met the little boy's mom and a young lady who is probable the mom's cousin.  Kenny made the mistake of complimenting how cute the boy was and how pretty the young lady (boy's aunt) was.  At which point, the grandmother jumped on the compliment, brought her two index fingers together (a symbol of marriage) and asked (via google translate) if Kenny wanted to take her niece back with him to America.  Flabbergasted, Kenny quickly turned the conversation back to how handsome and intelligent looking their grandson was, a close shave, indeed!  Kenny rushed back to where we were to avoid being asked to stay for lunch.  In fact, the grandfather came here and invited Kenny over for lunch, but Kenny explained he had eaten.


After lunch, the ladies came over to do a second session of crocheting while Lily and Sharon collected a group of junior high girls to have English conversation (first photo).  Afterwards, Brandon collected a group of boys for English lessons while Christine led the ladies' exercises (next two photos).  The weather turned and it started getting cold with lightning and thunder.  Then the Yazidi ladies taught Amy and Sharon how to Yazidi dance (see photo), which actually is quite a bit of exercise too.  Even though it was raining, Johnny, Christine, Sharon, and translator Hogar went to visit a family, and had a chance to pray for them.  Meiring and Marshall went with Araz to prayer walk, met a middle aged man who invited them into his home where they met his mother, his two brothers and a sister.  After being served water, cookies and tea, they told how they escaped ISIS by running into the mountains where US helicopters dropped food and water for them and others with them.  A lively conversation followed about their beliefs, which basically concluded with we are Yazidis, if we became Christians, we would no longer be Yazidi, and they did not want to be prayed for.  We returned back to wrap up the day.


Here is a view of Darkar taken from the hill above it (the red square roof is the school).  Note how beautiful it is in the spring time.  To the left of Darkar is Berseve 1 and 2, probably less than a mile as the crow flies (last two photos)