Our weekend conference took place in Maluana, a village in Maputo Province, Mozambique, just 30 miles north of the capital.

We were met with a picturesque scene as we departed from the paved highway onto a sandy path that would soon morph into a maze of roads. Spread out before us were patchworks of cultivated fields extending to the horizon. Vibrant green maize swayed gently in the breeze, intermixed with plots of cassava, sweet potatoes, and occasional cashew orchards. Unlike the smooth asphalt of urban roads, the pathways here were narrow tracks of loosely compacted sand carved into the earth by years of steady foot traffic, meandering snake trails, and sporadic motor vehicles. While charming in their natural simplicity, these sandy roads posed a challenge for our larger vehicle, the bus.

We had the incredible privilege of spending the weekend with Pastor Supressa (aka Pastor Surprise) and his remarkable wife, Tryphina: these two walk in humility, grace, and crazy supernatural power!! Pastor Surprise has such an incredible testimony!! He was raised amidst a family tradition of witch doctors. Despite being groomed for the same path, his life took a dramatic turn at age 15 when the audible voice of God called out to him in the dead of night, addressing him by name, "Surprise!" Urged by the voice in the night, he and his closest friend, Gafar, fled their village into the depths of the jungle.

Hey Friends,

From the start, I want to be transparent: this email might feel more like a therapeutic session than an inspirational email about missions. 

Our departure from SeaTac Airport in Seattle, Washington resembled that of NASA’s struggle to get our astronauts outside Earth's orbit, almost like it was never meant to happen. 

The journey began promisingly enough, with us boarding our first flight on schedule. However, just 15 minutes after settling into our seats, we received the dreaded announcement: we needed to deplane due to a fuel issue. After a thirty-minute delay, we reboarded, only to find ourselves grounded for another hour. Then, a voice crackled over the intercom: "Dear passengers, we regret to inform you that, due to exceeding FAA regulations, our departure window has closed. A new flight team will need to take over, resulting in the cancellation of this flight. We sincerely apologize for the inconvenience."

Hey Supernaturalist Family,

Here’s some thoughts from high above the Indian Ocean.

Back in 2016, our family of five (Sophia was just two and a half then) went to Indonesia. It was a bittersweet trip. My dad had just passed away from a heart attack on his flight to Ukraine from Indonesia, and he'd left a suitcase (his Indonesian home) behind in Jakarta. It felt like a piece of him was still there.

It had also been 14 years since I'd been to Indonesia. I wanted my family to meet Pastor Ginting, who had prophesied about my future ministry and family. Not only did we meet him, but he even asked us to minister at two of his church campuses! We were honored.

On this trip, Andrea and I made sure to include the kids in every ministry opportunity, on and off the stage. One of our favorite moments was seeing the kids praying for healing. Three of them prayed for a lady in a wheelchair, and she started walking! Peter prayed for a man who was deaf, and the Lord opened his ear! Even Sophia, at just two years old, prayed with such faith, telling a woman backstage, "Receive your healing NOW, now tomorrow, right NOW!"