POST by YORDY: Vida Sin Sentido

Yordy working hard on his BLOG POST

Since I was 8 years of age, I thought bad thoughts which were caused by the people around me. I thought that my life did not mean anything, that friends did not truly exist, because the friends that I had would just fill my head with bad thoughts.

They showed me how to do bad things. When people would try to help me, I always tried to make their life a living hell. I did not trust anybody.

My family turned their back on me and I never had love that a kid should get when they are that age. Everything that happened every day would just make it worse. I would cry with hatred for all people, mainly my family and my so called ‘friends’ that would laugh at me when they saw what would happen to me.

I was around 8 or 9 years old and living on the streets. I smoked marijuana since I was little. I would go and rob people with an ex-friend. I was lost on the streets.

I had dangerous jobs like killing cows. I would cut their heads off and then take their skin off. It was not a pretty sight. It was an experience I will never forget. I would earn just enough to eat, even though some days I would not eat.

I was exposed to death in everything that I did. I also had problems with depression because I knew that no one would give their life for me. The main problem for me at that time of my life was that I was so close to committing suicide by jumping in front of a moving car. However, I thank God because he gave me the strength to keep on moving forward.

Today I am alive because of the grace of God. When I accepted Jesus into my heart, my life changed. He showed me how to live life through him. My point is that it does not matter who is with you, it does not matter how many bad things have happened to you, if you have done something bad it is your turn to ask God to forgive you and show you how to live a life with him, the only true source of happiness.

Your life will be real and I invite you to give your problems to Jesus.

Brother, if Jesus came to die for us on Earth, it was not so that we could suffer. He has a purpose for each and every one of us. Believe me, everyone has a marvelous place in Heaven - but stop thinking about yourself. Help people that need it, give your love to other people.

God bless you, Amen!

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This story was written by a Nicaraguan youth, and was voluntarily given to Capital on the Edge for publishing. The subject choice was his entirely. He has elected to write about his experiences for the glory of God and so that others may learn from his experiences. The translation of this work is performed voluntarily and not professionally, hence there may be some errors. Any decisive deviation from the text is in consultation with the author, and is done so to make clear the life events written about and to provide further information so that the story is more understandable. 

This story was translated by Lorenzy and edited by Jed.

Yordy, one clever tricker

Vida sin sentido.

Desde que tenía 8 años tenía malos pensamientos por causa de las personas de mí alrededor, yo pensaba que la vida no significaba nada, pensaba que los amigos no existían, porque los que tenía me llenaban la cabeza de malos pensamientos, me decían como hacer cosas malas. Cuando alguien llegaba y me quería ayudar yo siempre trataba de agredir su vida, no tenía confianza en nadie.

Mi familia me daba la espalda, Nunca tuve el amor que un niño a esa edad debía tener, todo lo que iba pasando cada día me afectaba más y más, lloraba con rencor hacia todas las personas más mi familia y los que decían ser mis amigos se reían de mí, al ver lo que me pasaba.

Tenía como 8 o 9 años y estaba viviendo en la calle, fumaba marihuana desde que era un niño, solía robar a las personas con un ex amigo, estaba perdido en las calles.

Tuve trabajos muy peligrosos como matar vacas yo les cortaba la cabeza para después quitarle todo era muy feo, una experiencia inolvidable, ganaba lo suficiente para comer, aunque a veces no comía.

Estaba expuesto a la muerte en todo lo que hacía, también tenía problemas de depresión al saber que nadie daba la vida por mí, la mayor parte del tiempo de mi vida estuve cerca de cometer auto suicidio pero le agradezco mucho a dios porque él me dio las fuerzas para seguir adelante.

Hoy en día estoy vivo por la gracia de dios, cuando lo acepte en mi corazón mi vida se volvió diferente, me enseno a gozar la vida, mi punto de este tema es que no importa quien este contigo, no importa cuántas cosas malas que te han pasado en la vida, si has hecho algo malo es tu turno para pedirle a dios que te perdone y te haga gozar y sentir que solo con el eres realmente feliz tu vida será muy real te invito a que entregues tus problemas a Jesús. Hermano si Jesús vino a morir a la tierra por nosotros, no fue para que sufriéramos él tiene un propósito para cada uno de nosotros y créanme todos tenemos un lugar maravilloso en el cielo pero deja de pensar en ti, más bien ayuda a las personas que lo necesitan dale amor a tu prójimo Dios te bendiga. AMEN

POST by STIVEY: Daddy Work-for-Bucks

Stivey with his family at Managua International Airport (Capital on the Edge) 

At the age of 2, my dad lost his mother and father and he did not know, because he was really little. So his uncle and aunt became his parents.

Well the years went by and nobody wanted to tell him the truth of how his parents had died. But one day his uncle was tired and couldn’t wait anymore, so he told him the truth.

At the age of 7 his uncle told him that he was just a one year old babe when his father was fixing the roof of their house and he suffered the misfortune of falling and breaking his neck. Not long after, his mother died in a car accident and that’s how both of his parents died.

Several years later, the pain of my dad’s losses were beginning to heal. However, one day his older brother and he were mucking around, at first, joking and carrying on, but then they became entrapped in a massive fight. In the end my dad’s makeshift family evicted him from his big brother’s house. At the age of 14 he received his school certificate and was working fulltime.

My dad started to hate his family because they had thrown him out of the house and because of that he concentrated all of his efforts and care towards his job. At the age of 15, my dad became the boss of the business where he worked and he thought that he had everything with his job. He thought…

When he was 18, he had to pay for a room that he rented and at that age, he had become even more important in his job role. But one day he saw his family, yet did not care because he hated them. With his new job and life he was able to move foward and did not need his family. My dad paid for his own schooling and the room that he rented.

Now I thank God because my dad repented of everything that he did wrong as a young man. He forgave his family and even his brother.

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This story was written by a Nicaraguan youth, and was voluntarily given to Capital on the Edge for publishing. The subject choice was his entirely. He has elected to write about his experiences for the glory of God and so that others may learn from his experiences. The translation of this work is performed voluntarily and not professionally, hence there may be some errors. Any decisive deviation from the text is in consultation with the author, and is done so to make clear the life events written about and to provide further information so that the story is more understandable. 

This story was translated by Lorenzy and edited by Jed.
 

Stivey, the boy with a grandisome Corazon...

A la edad de 2 anos, mi padre pierde a su mama y papa y el no sabia porque estaba muy pequeño entonces sus tíos a esa edad se hacen cargo de el.

Pues pasaron los anos y a el nadie le quería decir la verdad en la cual murieron sus padres pero un día su tío se canso y no espero mas y le dijo la verdad entonces ala edad de 7anos su tío le dijo tu tenia 1ano cuando tu papa murió componiendo el techo de la casa y se resbalo y callo y se quebró el cuello y tu mama murió en un accidente automovilístico ha si fue como paso la muerte de los dos.

Entonces pasaron los anos y mi papa hi va superando su dolor al perder sus padre pero un día su hermano mayor por bromas se pelean y a mi papa lo corren de la casa pues ala edad de 14anos mi papa se recibe de bachiller sale de su secundaria del colegio pues mi papa a esa edad ya trabajaba.

Pues mi papa había agarrado odio con su familia porque lo corrieron de la casa por ese motivo mi papa ya no le importaba nada que solo su trabajo pues mi papa ala edad de 15anos mi papa era jefe de la empresa donde trabajaba el y el pensaba que

lo tenia todo solo con su trabajo si pensaba el.

Pero a los 18anos de edad mi papa tenia que trabajar para pagar el cuarto donde vivía el pues a esas edad mi padre era mas que jefe de su empresa pero un día el mira su familia y no le importo porque el odiaba a su familia.

Si con su trabajo el salió adelante y no necesito de su familia y el pago su estudio y su cuarto donde vivía el ahora mi yo le doy gracia a dios porque mi padre se arrepintió de todo lo malo que hiso el en su pasado pues su familia el y su familia se quieren mucho y con su hermano también.

POST by ORLANDO: Vida de Mi Padre

Orlando taking the wheel, on a Capital on the Edge trek to Wisconsin

I want to tell you about the life of a restored father.

My name is Orlando and I want to tell you about how my dad’s life has changed. My father’s name is Marvin and he is from Masaya, Nicaragua. He was born in 1968. He has suffered and had a lot of really hard times in his life.

My dad is the only man in his family, apart from his father. He has worked since the age of 8 years old. He worked hard because his parents made him work - he was the only male! He suffered horribly, being treated poorly. Often times, his parents would tell him to leave the house because they used a lot of drugs and drank alcohol until they were drunk.

At the age of 16, the military grabbed him because of problems in Nicaragua. That’s where he learnt to fix cars that had been in accidents and paint them. But even there he suffered through the pain of hunger, because he was not able to leave that place.

A long time later he was able to leave the military and then he decided to look for a job. However, Nicaragua does not have a lot of jobs available (80% unemployment) and if you get a job, it most likely won’t pay a lot of money.

Because of that, my dad decided to try travelling to Guatamala, a country close to Nicaragua. There he found an uncle who had the same job as my father. He was there for just a few years and then decided to immigrate back to Nicaragua.

At the age 26, my father decided to study and that’s when he met my mum. After a while they were married and then my mum became pregnant. When my brother was just 1 ½ years old I was born.

Approximately 5 years later my dad became an alcoholic because of the bad examples that his parents had been. He started hitting my brother and I, and my mum would almost always be crying because he was very offensive. His main struggles were drugs, alcohol and womanising.

Often times he would be lost on the streets vomiting from the alcohol, but I would go and yell at him "Dad stop it!!!" I would say in my mind "God help him! Give him strength and let him understand!"

Thanks to God, I used a lot of people to try and help me, help my dad. It took about 12 years for him to change, but thanks to God, He touched his heart and he’s now a changed man.

My dad then sent me to a Christian school and the Lord truly was helping us. The teachers were Christian people. They told us that our parents should be going to the same church that the teachers of the school attended.

My dad would help out and go to church, so that he could see even greater changes in his life, and give his testimony so as to encourage others, showing that God had changed his life in a marvelous way.

Now, thanks to God, he is a servant of God. He has started a church with God’s help and now has many members in his church. The change is huge because God walks with my father and my family.

Everyone who truly seeks God will find him. Thank you for your attention and God bless you!

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This story was written by a Nicaraguan youth, and was voluntarily given to Capital on the Edge for publishing. The subject choice was his entirely. He has elected to write about his experiences for the glory of God and so that others may learn from his experiences. The translation of this work is performed voluntarily and not professionally, hence there may be some errors. Any decisive deviation from the text is in consultation with the author, and is done so to make clear the life events written about and to provide further information so that the story is more understandable. 

This story was translated by Lorenzy and edited by Jed.

Getting ready for a rehearsal at Zimmerman Community Church, in Minnesota 

Quiero contarle la vida de un padre restaurado.

Mi nombre es Orlando, quiero decirle el cambio de la vida de mi papa, el llama Marvin él es de Nicaragua, Masaya el nació en 1968 el asido un hombre muy sufrido y ha tenido muchos golpes de la vida.

Él es el único hombre de la familia a parte de su padre, el asido muy trabajador desde la edad de 8 a;o él trabajaba ya que sus padres le exigían el trabajo, ya porque él era el único varón, y el sufría mucho maltrato y muchas veces lo corrían por los mismo padres ya que ellos tenían mucho vicios llamado alcohol y drogas.

Al pasar el tiempo a la edad de 16 año, él fue agarrado por el servicio militar , por diferencias que hay en un país, y el ahí aprendió un oficio que es un trabajo donde el adquiero practica en el trabajo de enderezar y pintar automóvil , pero sin embargo el ahí sufrio mucha hambre y sufrimiento al no salir de ese lugar.

Al salir del servicio militar después de un largo tiempo, el decidió ir a buscar trabajo pero como en Nicaragua es un país donde el trabajo es escaso y es muy poco el dinero al pagar, entonces mi padre toma la decisión de ir a Guatemala un país cercano a Nicaragua y el ahí se encontró con un tío que de igual se desempeñaba en el mismo trabajo que mi papa y así fue como el trabajo unos cuantos años con él y decidió regresarse a Nicaragua.

Ala edad de 26 año el decidió estudiar y conoció a mi mama, se conocieron poco tiempo y se casaron luego salió mi madre embarazada salió mi hermano al 1 año y medio Salí yo. Y al pasar un periodo de 5 año veía en mi padre que él tenía mucho vicio por el mal ejemplo que los padres de él le daba, y veíamos mi hermano y yo que él nos pegaba mucho a mi madre casi siempre la veíamos llorando porque él era muy ofensivo, el problema de él era el alcohol las droga y muy mujeriego.

Muchas veces a él lo daban por perdido por que dormía en las calles vomitado, y varias veces lo veía a él y como todo hijo iba donde él y le decía, Papa ya no más!!!

Solamente decía en mi mente Dios ayúdalo, dale fuerza y entendimiento.

Gracias a Dios uso a muchas personas para el cambio de mi padre fue un periodo bien largo alrededor de 12 año pero gracias a Dios toco el corazón de una persona en ayudar a mi familia Y Principalmente a mi padre y la solución fue en ponerme en un colegio cristiano de ahí el señor ya estaba tratando con nosotros, y los profesores son personas cristianas y nos decía de que los padres tenían que ir a los culto y que era exigido , y de esa forma mi padre le ayudo mucho en ir a los culto para que el cambiara y así dar testimonio que Dios lo cambio .

Ahora gracias a Dios él es un siervo de Dios , esta levantado una iglesia con la ayuda de Dios y de los miembros de la iglesia y el cambio es grandioso porque Dios está con él y con mi familia, y de igual forma con cada uno de las personas que lo busque en verdad Dios estará con el .
　

Gracias por su atención Dios les bendiga.

POST by RENZ: The Haunt of Our Jaunt

Lorenzy with her NEW YORK cousins

Right now we are in Wisconsin at a camp. We have been in Minnesota and Wisconsin over the last week. On the first day of being here, about a few hours after arriving, Jose, Orlando, Eliezer, and I decided to go into the woods that were close by and well, just explore.

We decided to make it even more fun by recording it and pretending like we were in a horror movie or something like that. My phone battery was low so we decided to use Jose’s huge, black phone.

When we were about 30 feet away from where we entered, we came across a really big, wooden, old looking door. It was really tall and creepy looking. On the other side of the door, there was a net hung up and on the net were black strips of some sort of plastic. It was the only way to get to the other side and so we raced through it not wanting to stop, for fear of the nasty black things being some sort of poisonous snake animal.

Once we were on the other side of the strange obstacle, Eliezer told Jose to pause the recording until we found something else interesting. He went to pause it, when a shocked expression appeared on his face. We all looked at him waiting for him to explain why he looked shocked.

He glanced at us and with embarrassment and said that he had accidently not been recording. We just stared at him and then burst out laughing so hard. He just stood there looking embarrassed until he decided to laugh along with us. Once we had gotten back to normal, we kept on walking.

We had not been walking for too long when we came up to this tarp covered hut thing. We found the entrance and before slowly walking in, Eliezer told Jose to make sure that he was actually recording this time.

It was really dark but we just kept on going. Once we found the exit, we climbed onto this black thing and then jump off at the other side. After I had jumped of the wobbly wooden thing, I looked at it and saw that it was an empty broken coffin.

We were just wandering around when we came to another sight. This time we discovered three wooden crosses. (I wonder why everything was made out of wood and the black tarp stuff…) On a tree close to the crosses we saw the head of a deer hanging onto the side of a tree. Lying on the floor underneath it was the skull of a dear head and a few bones.

Orlando picked up the skull of the deer and started talking into the camera. Eliezer stood underneath the deer attached to the tree and made ‘deer’ faces. We became bored and kept on walking.

We were strolling along and found an even bigger, tarp covered, fort thingy. It wasn’t too far away and so we started walking towards it. Then we heard a bush move on our left side and automatically froze. We looked over and saw that there was nothing there. We keep on walking.

*SNAP* a branch behind us broke and we looked ever so slowly behind us. We saw that what had snapped the branch was actually Erick. He told us that he had been trying to scare us, but had failed miserably.

Once we got into the huge dark fort, I saw that there was a steering wheel at the front and looked around. It was an abandoned school bus with a tarp over it!! We walked through the bus and then entered this really bright room. On the top there was white fabric and hanging down were sacks with who knows what inside.

I walked through and then felt something hit my back. I looked behind me to see Eliezer bending over laughing, and a sack flying through the air. He threw the sack at me! I ran out with the rest of the group, leaving him there running around like a lost sheep stuck in a bush of thorns.

Our group ran all the way back until we got inside, laughing and joking all the way. After not too long, we each fell asleep wherever we could. It was an exhausting day. Traveling, and then having an adventure. How cool was that?

Lorenzy with her little cousin, Allegra

POST by JOSE: Trauma Mia (Mumma)

Jose, of Capital on the Edge, flying with Taca

My mum’s childhood was one of the cruelest experiences that I have ever heard of. Everything started when she was just 8 years old. My grandmother got together with a man who wanted to abuse my mum. He would tell her to leave the house and he would not give her anything to eat. My mum told my grandmother about it all, but she did not believe that she did not have a normal childhood.

My mum escapes her parents’ house:

Every time my grandfather told her to leave the house, she would sleep on the streets and would be really hungry and would suffer. She decided to escape all the suffering and abuse.

Relationship of my mum and dad:

My mum ran away from her house at the age of 10. She had a boyfriend who is my dad. He gave her a place to stay and they lived together. He was 19 years old and my mum was only 11.

Abuse to my mum:

After a while, my mum became pregnant. She was only 13 years old. She bore her first son, my first brother, who died. This death affected my mum a heap. At the age of 14, she had me.

Then my dad started to change and he would hit her and treat her bad. There were a lot of times where he would grab her hair and pull her across the room and sometimes he would try to kill her. She had my brother at the age of 17, yet her boyfriend kept on abusing her.

The abondoning:

At the age of 18, she decided to run away from the abuse. She went to another country leaving us with him. Years passed and we did not hear anything about our mother. My dad said that she had been bad to us and that she had abandoned us.

After many years my brother and I grew up. One day I was playing and I saw an elegant and beautiful lady and she approached me and said "son, how are you?" and at that moment I felt really happy and all the hatred I held for my mother, disappeared.

Forgiveness to my mother:

My mum took us with her and we were all very happy. Though, she was the happiest out of us all. The most important thing is that she forgave my grandparents for all of the damage that they had done to her, and the traumatising pain that they left her with.

Years passed and the economic situation became more and more difficult. There were times where we would go hungry and she would always prefer to give us her food so that she would be hungry instead of us.

My mum is my hero and a marvelous woman. I love her a lot. We are extremely poor but at least we are together. I will always help her. I love her.

Forgiveness sets you free:

The best advice you can get is that it does not matter what your mother does, nor what she is, she will always be there to protect you and take care of you. She is your best friend and forgiving makes you feel free. Thank you God for giving us all marvelous mothers!

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This story was written by a Nicaraguan youth, and was voluntarily given to Capital on the Edge for publishing. The subject choice was his entirely. He has elected to write about his experiences for the glory of God and so that others may learn from his experiences. The translation of this work is performed voluntarily and not professionally, hence there may be some errors. Any decisive deviation from the text is in consultation with the author, and is done so to make clear the life events written about and to provide further information so that the story is more understandable. 

This story was translated by Lorenzy and edited by Jed.

Jose enjoying dinner with Siren Assembly of God

La niñez de mi mama fue una de las más crueles y duras todo empezó cuando ella tenía 8 años mi abuela se juntó con un hombre quien quiso abusar de mi mama repetidas beses, el la corría de la casa y no le daba de comer mi mama le decía a mi abuela y ella no le creía ella no tuvo una infancia normal.

Escape de mi mama de la casa de sus padres:

Cada vez que mi abuelo la corría ella dormía en la calle y pasaba hambre y sufrimiento, ella decidió huir de todo su maltrato y sufrimiento.

Relación de mi mama y mi papa:

Mi mama huyo de la casa a los 10 años ella tenía un novio que era mi papa el le dio refugio y vivieron juntos el tenía 19 años y mi mama 11 años.

Maltrato de mi mama:

Después de un tiempo ella quedo embarazada a los 13 años de mi primer hermano quien murió en el parto eso la afecto mucho a los 14 años me tubo a mi, mi papa comenzó a cambiar y le empezaba a pegar y la maltrataba mucho hubo veces que la agarraba del cabello y la arrastraba barias veces la intento matar, ella tubo a mi hermano a los 17 años mi papa cada vez la maltrataba mas.

El abandono:

A los 18 años ella decidió huir de ese martirio y se fue a otro país dejándonos con el , pasaron los años y no sabíamos nada de ella mi papa nos decía que mi mama había sido mala con nosotros y que nos había abandonado, mi hermano y yo crecimos paso el tiempo, un día yo estaba jugando y mire a una mujer elegante y bella ella se me acerco y me dijo hijo como estas en ese momento me sentía muy feliz todos los rencores desaparecieron.

Perdón hacia mi madre:

Ella nos llevó con ella y éramos felices ella lo más importante perdono a mis abuelos de todo el daño que le hicieron y los traumas que le dejaron, pasaron los años y su situación económica se iba haciendo más difícil habían beses que pasábamos hambre ella prefería darnos su comida y ella pasar hambre ella es mi héroe, es una mujer maravillosa la quiero mucho somos pobres pero unidos y siempre la apoyare en todo.

El perdón te hace libre: uno de los mejores consejos es que no importa lo que nuestra madre haga o sea ella siempre estará ahí para protegernos, amarnos y cuidarnos es nuestra mejor amiga y el perdonar te hace sentir libre. (gracias a dios por darnos un ser tan maravilloso nuestras madres).

POST by YADER: Falsely Abused

Yader of Capital on the Edge

One day I saw a friend, and they asked me to trade $100 of their money into Cordobas (the National Currency of Nicaragua).

I went to a casino located close to where I was.

When I arrived at the casino, I went to the cash registers and asked an attendant if he could change the money for me. He responded by telling me that he was able to do the trade.

After a couple of moments, the man told me to "hang on a sec" because there was a problem with the money that he was changing for me. I waited patiently.

All of a sudden the police arrived and the man that was changing the money said to them that I wanted to rob him by giving him a false $100 bill.

However I did not know that it was a false bill and I explained to my authorities that the money was not mine, but the Pólice did not care to listen to me, and so they put me in hand cuffs and took me away.

I was very sad, because when I was in prison there were bad people there and they would hurt me significantly. After being beat up, I asked God to help me to get out of that horrible place.

The next day, a Póliceman came to me and said that I was free, and that I could go to my house. (HE FREES THE CAPTIVE!!!)

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We are not up to budget, and travelling with 14 people is very expensive. We need an investment from Christian people for our next evangelism tour to the Midwest. To support us or make a once off donation, please visit our page, Contemplating SUPPORTING something significant?

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This story was written by a Nicaraguan youth, and was voluntarily given to Capital on the Edge for publishing. The subject choice was his entirely. He has elected to write about his experiences for the glory of God and so that others may learn from his experiences. The translation of this work is performed voluntarily and not professionally, hence there may be some errors. Any decisive deviation from the text is in consultation with the author, and is done so to make clear the life events written about and to provide further information so that the story is more understandable. 

This story was translated by Lorenzy and edited by Jed.

Yader with his sister and aunt

   Experiencia de mi vida.

Un día me encontraba con un amigo al cual medio 100$ dolaré para ir a descambiarlo a córdobas de Nicaragua.

Y yo me fui para un casino que estaba cerca del lugar en el cual estaba yo.

Y cuando llegue al casino me dirigí así las personas que están en las cajas registradoras, y yo les dije a un hombre que si me podía cambiar el billete, y él me dijo que no había ningún problema.

Pero de repente el hombre me dijo que me esperara porque había un problema con el billete que estaba cambiando, y me dijo que me esperara.

Y de repente llego la policía y el hombre que me estaba cambiando el billete les dijo que el billete les dijo que yo le quería robar con un billete falso.

Pero yo no sabía que el billete era falso y yo les dije que el billete no era mío, pero a los policías no les importo y me pusieron la esposas y me llevaron detenido. Y yo estaba muy mal porque cuando estaba en la prisión había hombre muy malo y me estaban golpeando mucho.

Y después de estar muy golpeado pedí a Dios que me ayudara para poder salir de ese horrible lugar.

Y al día siguiente un policía llego y me dijo que estaba libre de cargo que me podía ir a mi casa ya.

POST by ELIEZER: Mi Tia

Eliezer of Capital on the Edge

Hello my name is Eliezer. Today I am going to share with you about a person who is very important to me.

My aunt is 30 years old. She has three kids. Two of her children had a father that was very aggressive with them and my aunt. He would hit her and treat them very badly. At times he would tell her to leave the house or sleep on the floor. She was not happy with her life in this condition.

The man married to my aunt had a massive problem with drugs and alcohol consumption. Because of his addictions, he would get mad at everything and over everything. He would treat my aunt and their kids badly, especially when she would ask him for bill and grocery money, because he never had any money – he always wasted it on drugs.

They never had food at their house and so my aunt had to go and ask her neighbors for a little bit of food, so that her kids would eat, but there was never enough for her. She would cry because she could not afford the life that she had.

When the father of my aunt´s kids would go out, my aunt would look for a job to do, so that she could take care of her kids and earn a little bit of money for food. She would wash clothes by hand. The clothes that she washed were not her own, they were the clothes of other people. She would do it even though her husband did not realise she was doing it.

Her husband was a very jealous man and one day, at their house, he found clothes that belonged to another man. He punched her in the face and left her eyes bruised and swollen. He also pulled her hair. It was like he was going to kill her because he was so furious.

Our family found out and we decided that we´d go and rescue her from the man. We formed a group consisting of members from our family.

We went to the house and saw that she was sick and had bruises. We begged her to leave with us but she was scared of that man. With our help she decided to escape from him and to take her two kids with her, but the man did not want to let them go.

We could only take one kid with us and the other one stayed with his father. My aunt was living at my grandmother´s house. She was happier without that man.

The man is now in jail and the other son that stayed with him is in a gang that is always on the streets. The son is in a terrible state because of the bad influence his father was on him, but my aunt has hope that he will soon leave the bad parts of his life behind him and get on with his life.

Thank you reading my story, I hope you liked it.

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This story was written by a Nicaraguan youth, and was voluntarily given to Capital on the Edge for publishing. The subject choice was his entirely. He has elected to write about his experiences for the glory of God and so that others may learn from his experiences. The translation of this work is performed voluntarily and not professionally, hence there may be some errors. Any decisive deviation from the text is in consultation with the author, and is done so to make clear the life events written about and to provide further information so that the story is more understandable. 

This story was translated by Lorenzy and edited by Jed. 

Eliezer with his little sister

Hola mi nombre es Eliezer

Les vengo a contar de una persona muí importante para my

My tía tiene 30 años de edad tiene 3 hijos 2de ellos tenía un padre que era muí agresivo con ellos i con mi tía, la golpeaba le daba mucho maltrato la Coria de la casa o la ponía a dormir en el piso ella era muí infeliz con esa vida.

El tenia un problema con las drogas y con el licor se enojaba de todo el maltrataba a ella y a sus hijos cuando mi tía le pedía dinero porque el selo gastaba todo en drogas.

En la casa nunca avía comida y mi tía tenía que ir donde los vecinos a pedir un poco de comida para sus hijos aunque ella no comiera, ella lloraba no soportaba esa vida que tenia.

Cuando el salía mi tía buscaba como hacer algún trabajo en la casa el cual pudiera cuidar a sus hijos i conseguir un poco de dinero para la comida, ella lavaba a mano ropa de otras personas i así lo hacía sin que él se diera cuenta .

El era muí celoso y un día encontró en la casa una ropa de hombre que no era de él le pego en los ojos i se los dejo hinchados la arrastro de el pelo la amenazo que la iba a matar el estaba muy furioso.

En mi familia nos dimos cuenta de todo y decidimos ir a rescatarla de ese hombre reunimos a un grupo de familiares. Llegamos a la casa y ella estaba muy enferma i golpeada, le rogamos que se fuera con nosotros pero ella tenía miedo de ese hombre pero con el apoyo de nosotros decidió escapar de él y llevarse a sus 2 hijos pero el hombre no los quería dejar ir solo pudimos quitarle a uno el otro se quedo con él.

Mi tía está viviendo en casa de mi abuela ella es más feliz sin ese hombre.

El hombre está en la cárcel el hijo de mi tía esta en pandeas callejeras por las malas influencia de su papa pero mi tía tiene la esperanza que él se alejara de las cosas malas.

Gracias por leer mi historia espero les allá gustado.

EL FIN.

POST by EDDYCSON: A Family's Demons

Eddycson at Alcatraz in San Francisco

One time my grandfather sent one of his sons, Telemaco, to look for many of his cows. The son looked and looked, but didn’t find the cows. Hours past and he just could not find them.

After about two hours, my grandfather sent one of his other sons to go and help look. He found the cows but then had to find his brother.

Time passed and he eventually found his brother, but when they were on their way home they also found a little baby boy in a basket. The child was crying.

They grabbed the infant boy and tied him onto one of the horses. The older son decided to take the horse with the kid on it.

Every time the horse took a step foward, neither of the two sons realised that the boy grew larger. Telemaco said "The boy is touching me" and when he looked behind him, he saw that the boy had become so big!

Then he saw the face of a demon on the child. He grabbed a knife that he had with him and cut the rope that held the basket, and the demon fell with the basket, from the horse.

Then the horse reared up, Telemaco also falling and the horse running away. Javier went back to get Telemaco who was still behind, where the demon had been.

Once he arrived at the place of his brother, together they ran all the way to their house. They were scared. When they arrived home they said to my grandfather "a demon appeared before us!"and with that Telemaco fainted. My grandmother grabbed him and put him to bed.

Once in bed, Telemaco started seeing things that were not really there. Javier fell to the ground and started saying demonic things and Telemaco called out from his bed "I belong to the devil." Javier became silent, except he started to cry.

At midnight a man with a hat, black suit, red eyes, and teeth of gold appeared on a horse and he said "They are mine. I am here to collect them."

In that moment he rode around and around the house and my grandfather did not see where he went. My grandfather freed a dog that he had and then locked his family in the house. They sat inside and could hear two dogs fighting and scratching at the door.

In the morning my grandparents went to look for the dog, but the dog was dead. They went and looked at the door, but it was fine. The cows were okay, sitting comfortably in the stables.

They took my brothers to a pastor and he prayed for both of them. One of my uncles stayed in a state of insanity, talking in a language that nobody understands and the other was normal again. My grandmother still takes care of my sick uncle.

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This story was written by a Nicaraguan youth, and was voluntarily given to Capital on the Edge for publishing. The subject choice was his entirely. He has elected to write about his experiences for the glory of God and so that others may learn from his experiences. The translation of this work is performed voluntarily and not professionally, hence there may be some errors. Any decisive deviation from the text is in consultation with the author, and is done so to make clear the life events written about and to provide further information so that the story is more understandable. 

This story was translated by Lorenzy and edited by Jed. 


Eddycson at Lake Tahoe

Mi abuelo un ves mando a uno de su hijos a buscar un ganado y el ce fue a buscar busco y busco pero el nunca en con traba el ganado y pasaban las horas y nuca los pudo encontrar y mi abuelo mando a su hijo mayor a buscar el ganado y a su hermano y salio de la casa y el paso como dos horas y en hallo el ganado y faltaba su hermano en encontrar .

Paso el tiempo y encontró a su hermano pero cuando venia de regreso y en contraron a un niño en una cesta y el niño lloraba y lloraba y lo a garraron y los dos lo amararon en la espalda de uno de los caballos pero TELEMACO el hijo menor y JAVIER el hijo mayor el mayor se desidio y agarrar el caballo y el niño .

Pero cada bes que el caballo daba un paso los dos no a bian visto que el niño se hasia mas grande y TELEMACO decía me ba tocando el niño cuando mira hacia atrás miro que el niño se hacia mas grande por cada paso que daba el caballo y le miro la cara de un demonio y el a garo el cuchillo que andaba y corto el mecate que llevaba la cesta y el demonio y cayo paso y el caballo se cayo con el y después el caballo se paro pero se corrió y JIVIER se regreso a traer a TELEMACO.

Regreso y le banto a su hermano y salieron asustado para la casa y llegaron y le decían a mis abuelo nos salio un demonio y de pronto TELEMACO callo de pronto y mi abuela lo agarro y lo puso en la cama y el a lusinaba y después callo JAVIER y estaban diciendo palabras como de demonio y TELEMACO decía yo le pertenesco y Javier estaba mudo y lloraba .

A las doce de la madrugada rondaba la casa un hombre de sombrero y un traje negro ojos rojo dientes de oro y les decía son mios y los bengo atraer y de pronto no sedio cuenta cuando se fue y mi abuelo solto a un pero muerto que tenia y al tiempo solo se escuchaba que dos peros peliaban y rrascaban la puerta paso la noche y salieron mis abuelos y buscaron al perro y el perro estaba muerto y fueron haber la puerta no tenia nada y el ganado estaba en el establo y mis tios se los llevaron a un padre y oraron por los dos y uno de ellos quedo loco ablando en un lenguaje que no se entiende y el otro quedo normal y al enfermo todavía mi abuela lo cuida y a el enfermo

POST by JONNY: Scary Christmas!!! (ho ho ho GO!)

Jonny at Niagara Falls



Hello my name is Jonny. My story is about a time with my family during Christmas (On the 25th of December of, 2005).

On that day my mum, like we'd do every year, wanted me and my siblings to go and visit our grandmother's house so as to spend some time with our family.

However, my brothers and sister didn't want to go and so they begged our mother to let us stay at home with the supervision of some friends. Mum agreed, and said that she saw no problem with the plan, but warned us to be careful.

Mum explained to me that she thought it best that I go with her and so I happily said "Sure mum." (I'm the youngest child born to my parents)

When I went with my mum to my grandmother's house, everything was fine. No problems to report. However, my mother suddenly received a call from a friend of hers explaining that my brothers and sister were drinking alcohol.

Upon hearing this news my mother and I left immediately. We wasted no time in flagging down a taxi and going to the house where my siblings were, drinking alcohol.

Once we'd arrived at the house where my siblings were, my mum immediately ran in, and when inside, saw a man that was touching my sister inappropriately. My mum flew into a rage, grabbing a stick and hitting the pedophile.

The man became very angry, because my mum had hit him and so he turned his abuse on my mother, hitting her hard. My mum couldn't adequately defend herself because the man was very large.

One of my mum's friends happened to be walking by this house at that very moment and saw the ruckus. He ran inside to assist her. After a lot of pushing and shoving my mum was able to leave the house, the drink and the physical abuse.

My mum's friend was very mad at the man that had hurt my mum.

My mum's friend went and sought out a large group of friends and explained to them all exactly what had happened. His friends also became angry and agreed to go and seek revenge against this man, because of the terrible things that he had done to my mum and sister. The men went as a mob to the man's house and they started to throw rocks at it, until the house was completely destroyed.

Later my mum's friends went to drink alcohol.

My mum's friends thought that the incident had been resolved, but that would have been to easy... The man, whose house had been destroyed, went and found his friends, and they had all decided to find the people who'd destroyed the house and kill them all. However, they couldn't find the men responsible.

But, before long, they found my mum's friend and they got up in his face and stabbed him in the stomach with an iron pole. These cowards left and a friend of my mum told her about the events that had transpired. She went to where her friend was drowning in his own blood. My mum called a taxi and organised for the man to be transported to hospital.

When they were in the car, my mum's friend tried to get out of the taxi and run, but shortly after died.

Jonny with the EVER ADORING little Izzy, in New York

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This story was written by a Nicaraguan youth, and was voluntarily given to Capital on the Edge for publishing. The subject choice was his entirely. He has elected to write about his experiences for the glory of God and so that others may learn from his experiences. The translation of this work is performed voluntarily and not professionally, hence there may be some errors. Any decisive deviation from the text is in consultation with the author, and is done so to make clear the life events written about and to provide further information so that the story is more understandable. 
Hola mi nombre es JONNY

Mi historia es aserca de mi familia ..

25 de Dienbre de 2005 . selebracion de la navidad .

Ese dia mi mama como todos los anos queria que fueramos mis hermanos y ella a casa de mi a buela , para pasar un rato en familia .

Pero mis hermano y hermana , dijieron que no querian ir con mi mama . que mejor se quedaria en casa con unos amigos . y mi mama respondio y dijo . que no habia ningun problema . pero que se cuidaran mucho .

Y mi mama me dijo a mi que me fuera con ella , y yo le dije que estaba bien .

Y cuanondo me fui con mi mama a casa de mi abuela todo esta muy bien , ningun problema , pero derepente mi mama resibio una llamada de una amiga de ella y le dijo que mis hermanos y mi hermanan estava tomando alchol .

Y mi mama cuando resivio0 esa noticia me dijo que me fuera con ella de inmediato con ella para lña casa que habia un prole .. y en eso mi mama detubo un taxi y nos fuimo a casa de donde estavan mis hermanos tomando .

Cunado yegamos a la casa de donde estavan mis hermanos . mi mama entro de inmediato a la casa y cuando ella dentro, miro que un hombre estava tocando a mi hermana y mi mama muy enojada de lo que estava mirando tomo un palo y le pego al hombre que estava tocando a mi hermana .

Y el hombre se puso muy enojado porque mi mama le habia pegado y el comenso a pegarle a mi mama . y mi mama no podia defenderce ya que ella es mujer y el hombre era muy grande . pero derepente hiba pasando un amigo de mi mama y el fue a alludarle , y despues de muchos forsejeos mi mama pudo salir de la casa en la que estava el problema .

Y el amigo de mi mama estava muy enojado porque los hobres habian golpeado mucho a mi mama .

Y el amigo de mi mama se fue a buscar a unos amigos .y cuando los reunio les dijo todo el problema que habia pasado y los amigos de el se pusieron muy enojados y todos se pusieron de acuerdo y fueron a casa de el hombre que estaba tocando a mi hermana y habian golpeado a mi amama . e los hombre se dijieron a casa de el hombre y cuando yegaron a casa de el hombre ellos comensaron a tirar piedras asta casa destruir conpleta la casa .

Y luego los amigos de mi mama se fueron a tomar alchol .

Los amigos de mi mama creian que el prolema ya habia terminado , pero no era a si . porque el hombre los andava buscando para matarlos . pero el hombre no los encontrava a los hombres que habian yegado a destruir su casa .

Pero derepente el hombre encontro al amigo de mi mama. y se le aserco y le entero un hiero en su estomago .Y el hombre ullo y desaparecio yuna amiga de mi mama le aviso a mi mama y mi mama se dirijio a donde estava el amido de mi mama , y cuando mi amam yego el amigo de ella estaba ahogandose con su propia sangre por dentro , y mi mama llamo un taxi para que llebar al amigo al hospital .

Cuando iban en el caro el amigo de mi mama fallecio . y el hombre huyo y no volvimos a saber nada de el . 

POST by JED: California Dreamin (Part 13)

Capital on the Edge

Our Friday Night Event with Davis Christian Assembly was nothing short of phenomenal. The two youth groups of the Church, Spanish speaking and English, recently united, invited along stacks of their friends, and we were blessed to see people who had experienced our Parable Styled Gospel Centered, Street Theatre Production, “Created” (the best part about the play is explaining it! Ha ha), turn up with their family and loved ones.

At the end of the show we sang a live version of Te Doy Gloria with Hector and Alex, and boy did we lift the roof. Both of these gorgeous Latinos are EXTREMELY talented, and of cause I tried to keep up too, huffing and puffing so hard, I think the entire assembled group thought that perhaps I was giving so much “Gloria” that I might in fact go and meet my beloved Jesus that very evening. It didn’t happen, we know that, I’m writing about the experience now…

Jonny (the Devil) suffered a headache and temperature for the duration of the play, but in true Nica style, danced his tiny heinie off, because the show MUST GO ON! I love that about Jonny – he NEVER has had a spell whilst on tour, he has ALWAYS performed, which is one thing that sets him apart from the rest. He is a TRUE champion!

And so, once they’d scooped me off the stage, and reattached my head to my heaving torso, we invited Jonny, Beycker and Rene back to the stage and they shared from their hearts.

It was touching to see the boys speak with emotion about their childhoods which were swamped in poverty, and how Jesus has set them free (spiritually and physically) from their pasts, drawing them in to relationship and security with him, and how he’s given them the confidence to tell their world about their loving saviour.

Of course, it’s America, and so after the service there was a plethora of “fellowship” and a heap of pizza!  Special thanks to Pastor Jonathan, Bensie, Pastor Hector and his beaut wife, Hector (junior), Alex, Elaine and everyone else in the Oasis that is Davis Christian Assembly…

We slept well and then the morning arrived. The end of a very hard, yet extremely wonderful week. I toodled off to ATF (ACQUIRE the FIRE) with Elaine, Jonny, Stivey and Yordy! We met the movement’s leader and stax of other terrific people who work double time in getting Jesus into the faces of American youth and challenging those who already love the Lord to SPREAD the GOOD NEWS!

I found the concert to be radical and glam, completely focused on the cause of the Gospel. The leader gave a rousing message about maturing as Christians and not being dependent on baby food, and then, after plucking the young Nica chaps out of the mosh-pit (I don’t do those anymore), zipped to Davis Train Station for our AMTRAK (???) journey back to San Francisco.

Pastor Jonathan, Bensie & Debra were there to see us off, and we made quite a spectacle with our group hug, speeches, dancing, photographs and so-forth… Davis Christian Assembly! What an incredible bunch… The boys are STILL saying their favourite place is Davis, Davis, DAVIS!!

We mostly enjoyed our ride back to Oakland (near San Francisco). There were just small incidents of complete frustration this time. However, at least there was a tell-tale sign that I was A.) in the right place; and B.) not the only passenger receiving the QUALITY SERVICE typical of AMTRAK.

I entered the train station and came across the ticket master yelling at a customer, telling them that they’d bought a non-refundable ticket, and that the passenger should be more specific next time. I smiled, grabbed the cup of water I was after, and then scooted away, chuckling to myself…

Then it was our turn. We had problems getting on the train with so many bags. I asked the attendant “I have 15 people and 30 bags, which car should we get on?” He smiled at me and said cockily “any car, they’re all going to the same place.” He let out a laugh. I knew what was coming, and so I maintained eye contact with the ENTIRETY of my self-control. I fought the urge to roll my eyes and tried to force a smile, the feining resulting in a twisted, stretched, twitching face.

Ten seconds later, and then it came “hurry up please, the train needs to go.” I sighed and then the inevitable eye-roll. “Yes, yes” I thought, “you just keep standing there with your OH&S perfectly intact, and I’ll keep doing my best with a troupe of children and teens, most of which don’t speak the English you keep barking at them.”

After getting into the incorrect car, a second attendant began to tell us off, explaining in a loud, patronising tone, that we’d boarded through the incorrect doors. I tried to interrupt so as to retell my story, but then the telling off became about how rude my manners were and so I ignored the chaspy and proceeded to organise my people and luggage.

We found some seats and sat down. It was only then that a third attendant came to check our tickets. Elizabeth and I proceeded to have a wee banter about some of the funny things that had happened at ATF and the attendant shoved the tickets into my hand and then began to march away. I quickly called out “thank you very much” in a polite and respectful tone (honestly, I was VERY kind – not joking here) and he swung around. His massive, hulking frame approached my shocked, but not shrinking self – “WHAT… DID YOU… JUST SAY… TO ME???!!!!!” I flushed but stood up tall and said firmly and powerfully, but with sincerity, “THANK… YOU… VERY… MUCH???!!!!!” He grunted and walked away.

I looked at Liz, who was biting her lip on account of needing to crack up, and we both did the eye roll motion. What a funny bunch! AMTRAK, please… FOR YOUR OWN SAKE!!! Customer… service… training…

From Oakland train station the Brien family left the Nica-youths. We took the BART (Bay Area Rail Transit) and a bus to Oakland International Airport, which was busy on account of a recently ended football game.

At the airport we picked up a couple of hire cars. We had done the maths and it seemed that we would save a small fortune by just driving ourselves, and just as well we did – cause the hill from the BART to Calvary Temple Church in Concord, was almost as big as Mt. Everest! Honestly, the climb would have left at least half of our group close to death.

We did a couple of ferry loads from the AMTRAK station in Oakland, to Calvary Temple, where we were welcomed with widespread arms (turned out we’d been sitting next to each other at ATF in Sacramento).

We waited for the youth to leave Church (the room we were to be staying in) and then crashed…

Sunday… Up we jumped at 6am. (7am) We pulled on our best clothes for Sunday services (whatever was clean that we could lay our hands on) and dashed out the door with grace and style (skirt slammed in car door and t-shirt on inside out – AGAIN!).

I had lost the directions for the New Life Church in Alamo but zoomed along the freeway anyhow. Francesca (our daughter), God love that girl, had managed to hunt down the directions on my new fancy phone (that I don’t know how to operate) and we made it just in time – phew.

Now I have to say we’ve been to LOTS of Churches, but this one was the BOGGLER! It was like we’d stepped into some fancy restaurant or something… Bacon and eggs, fresh fruit salad, some sort of hash-browns dish, pastries galooooooooooooooore, loads of delicious fruity drinks (no umbrellas though…) and the coffee, hooooooooooooo the coffee – the best I’ve had in a looooooooong time (and I’m a missionary in Nicaragua, so that’s REALLY saying something!).

The Church took our odd humour in their stride. “Where are you from?” Pastor Gary asked with his handsome news presenter’s voice. “New Zealand” I replied. “NO WAIT! I’m from Australia!” Everyone laughed. “That’d be like an American saying they’re from Canada – do we have any Canadians here?” I asked. No one raised their hands. “Oh thank HEAVENS” I sighed. More laughter… It was a fun, FUN day and we could feel the support oozing from the Christian folks there…

Outside the Church on the lawn, and in between services, we presented one of our 5 minute dance spectaculars. We easily had between 50-100 people watching each time. We gave away heaps of info and coffee and the donations to our work were the most we’d ever experienced! We were so blessed and encouraged. The pastors and their wives did an incredible job of making us feel a part of their family, and trust me, they are DEFINITELY a part of our family!

We feel very kindred with New Life in Alamo, and felt so very loved and cared for by these people - they truly understand Christian hospitality and exuded a desire to prayerfully support our work in Nicaragua (poorest Spanish speaking country in the world)…

We presented our lives at 5 services on Sunday at New Life, and by the end the boys were fat, happy and tired. And so how did the kiddos show their appreciation? By laying about bloatedly on the lawn, lapping up the sun’s rays on this arctic day in San Francisco… We drove home and hit the hay.

Monday, Monday… We went and performed at Valley Christian School, in Dublin, for the opening of their Spiritual Emphasis Week. It was something else. Whilst fairly traditional, the high school and middle school kids really got into our performance. They seemed to be challenged by the boys’ testimonies and how God can use anyone, if they are willing.

THEN, the youth pastor at New Life, Ben Johnson, the champion that he is, took us all out for MEXICAN food. The boys loved going out and being able to hear their mother tongue, whilst also enjoying food that was somewhat similar to their country’s cuisine.

After stuffing ourselves silly (catching a theme here?), Benno took us to an amusement park of sorts. The boys were in awe. They were able to drive go-karts (something they’ve NEVER done before), play laser tag (also never done), drive these bumping boat-thingies (never) and play miniature golf (ever seen the movie HAPPY GILMORE??? Nicaraguan teens apparently don’t have a lot of patience for such games…).

Twister's Gym and Team Loopkicks

In the evening, against better sense, we drove to San Jose and all of the kids (ours included) had the marvelous privilege of being able to train in a real gym for 3 hours. Twisters Sports Gym, host Team Loopkicks, and these INCREDIBLY talented people trained with our youth, and it was just MARVELOUS! The boys have never practiced in a proper gym before, and so once they got the hang of it – they were OFF! We had spinning, and kicking, flipping and tricking… It was superb…

The following day we slept in FOREVER, because we hadn’t hit the hay until 2am. We were awakened by the youth leadership, who wanted to set-up their youth room (for youth group – in the evening - ha ha!). We dawdled, but eventually left the premises. We drove slowly to San Ramon and visited a grocery store, where we bought stax of stuff for brekky.

Then we left the supermarket and dropped the boys at the Church where they were to perform in the evening. The Brien family drove on to Oakland International Airport and re-hired our cars.

We took several minutes explaining to the attendant that we couldn’t fill the car because the lever for the fuel was broken. He eventually went over to the car, opened the door, and pointed to the lever that was near the steering wheel and asked, “this lever?” So embarrassed, there was a hole in the carpet, in between the seat and the door, where we’d thought should exist a lever for the petrol - woops…

We returned to our lads. Their performance for the youth of San Ramon (New Life) was less than average. The boys danced too far back on the stage, talked carelessly whilst they were performing and hardly acted at all.

Of course I wanted to rip their heads off, but instead decided to pray with them (& not a “And Lord, please show them that they are wrong and I am right” type prayer). Afterwards I asked them for both positives and negatives about the night. THANK GOD, each kid brought to the table their concerns (which magically mirrored mine), or else I may have just lost it…

After our meeting, I plonked my stern face in the bin and graciously allowed Pastor Ben to shower us with MORE LOVE, letting him take us out with another great couple and their kids, for ice cream. What a hoot…

And then came our last day, with our FAVOURITE Church in Alamo, New Life Church. We drove to their building and worked on our stories for this blog. We also dove into some homeschooling, practiced our street theatre production “Created”, ate pizza, and just vegged..

Lizzie and the gals were treated to a pedicure/manicure by New Life and may have even gone out for a posh-bite to eat in fancy-pants Walnut Creek.

In the evening we again performed our street theatre production, “Created”, in front of a packed house and 10, that’s TEN, I SAID X people responded to Pastor Ben’s alter call by giving their hearts to the Lord. TEN PEOPLE WALKED INTO AN ETERNAL RELATIONSHIP WITH GOD, after watching our play (er, I mean Street Theatre Production)! So exciting…

Capital on the Edge with BRANDON!!!

Then later, it was back to San Jose for more Tricking Action at Twisters Gymnastics Inc., with Team Loopkicks and a special guest from Arkansas (I’d never heard of him, but Elizabeth had organised it and the boys went nuts, I mean completely DOO-LALLY over this fella… Bunch a gerls…)

Francesca & Brandon with Team Loopkicks

Thank you God for the great opportunity to have had such a ripper time, sharing your love with others, being in partnership with great Churches, and coming alongside some of the BEST people on the face of this planet!!!

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