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Wednesday, October 30, 2013

POST by MYRON: Look How Far I've Come

Myron at Niagara Falls, with Canada in the background

Five years ago, everything at home was very different. My dad would drink a lot of alcohol, a lot! He used to drink almost every day. My father would only cause destruction in the life of my mother and my siblings.
We were forced to go and sleep at my grandmother’s house. My grandmother was very loving and kind to me, because I was the youngest out of my siblings.

The years passed by and I was growing. My dad was starting to stop drinking, and me and my brothers and my aunt would always go to church. We learnt a lot about the Bible. I was eleven years old and I grew close to God in my heart.

My older brother started to drink a lot of alcohol, and he became a gangster. My mother was working and so was my dad, and I was going to school like other kids in my community. On my birthday we went out to eat and to go and see some cool places. My mum was very proud of me, and my dad was too.

Months went by and I met the Brien family and their group. I now am a part of the Nicavangelists dance crew, and that’s why I’m here in America. I am proud to tell you my stories. This is all I have today, thanks for reading.

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.

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Myron dressed up as a demon for CREATED at Wellspring Family Life Church in Syracuse, New York


Bueno hase como 5 anos atras todo en mi casa era muy diferente mi papa bebia alcol mucho mucho bueno eso era casi todo los dias bueno no le pegaba solo discutian mi mama con mi y mis hermanos nos ibamos a dormir donde mi abuela mi abuela era muy carinosa com mi porque yo era el mas menor de mis hermanos bueno pasaban los anos y yo cresia mas y my papa iba mas dejando el alcolismo y yo y mis hermanos y my tia ibamos ala iglesia siempre ibamos aprender mas de la biblia yo tenia 11 anos yo asecte a dios en mi corazon y my hermano mayor bebia alcol mucho bueno ya era de una pandia mi mama estaba en el trabajo y my papa tanbien y yo estaba en la escuela como todo nino estudia bueno era mi cunpleanos salimos a comer y a barios lugares bueno y mi mama estaba muy horguyosa de mi y mi papa tanbien bueno pasaron meses y pude conoser ala familia brien y un grupo que haora por eso estoy aquí horguyoso de estarle contandole esta historia a hustedes bueno es todo lo que les cuento a ustedes grasias por hoirme.

POST by JAIRO: Discipline Dilemma

Jairito posing for a photograph in the BEAUTIFUL Ohio Valley

Hello my name is Jairito and I am going to share with you about the life of a friend.

My friend was really abused and beaten by his parents. One day at his house, his dad hit him because my friend had hit his sister. When his dad struck him, he hit him really hard and when his mum got home, his dad told her that my friend had hit his sister and then his mum beat him really hard as well.

One day my friend’s dad told him off for not behaving in the house and he hit him really hard once again. After he had been beaten a lot because he was not behaving, he started to behave more.

Then, after a few years, he became rebellious. He escaped from his house and made a collection of really bad friends. He also became addicted to many things. One day his parents found him smoking with his ‘friends’. His parents walked up to him and they beat the living daylights out of him once again.

His parents became frantic not knowing how to get their son to behave, and so his family and him went to church to pray for my friend and for all the bad things that he had done. Whilst they were praying for him, he was not behaving himself and when they got home they beat him again.

After being hit so much, it was in his mind that he would always get hit. He stopped caring altogether about how he behaved. Soon he was purple and red because they would hit him so much and so hard. His parents saw him and his terrible state, and they felt really bad and so they stopped hitting him and they began being to live a happier life.

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.

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Jairito in travel-mode

hola mi nombre es jairito
 y les bengo a decir un poco de la vida de amigo
mi amigo sufre por maltrato y golpes de su mama y su papa y un dia en la casa
de el su mama y sus papas le pegaron por pegarle a su hermana y el papa le pego
muy duro y cuando llega la mama ala casa el papa le conto todo de que el le habia pegado
a su hermana y la mama le pego duro.
un dia su papa lo maltrato por portarse mal en su casa y el papa lo maltrato y le pego muy fuerte
por dos causa por pegarle a su hermana y por portarse mal en su casa y un dia se porto bien y siguio portandose bien.
y el se escapaba de su casa y el tenia malas amistades y el agarro muchos bisios y un dia su papa y mama lo hallaron fumando y con las mala amistades y cuando llego le pegaron muy fuerte y lo maltrataron.
y un dia fueron ala iglesia a horar por el y para que sus bisios se fueran y el se porto muy mal y termino el culto y cuando llegan ala casa le pegaron muy duro.

y despues de muchos transtorno de muchos golpes se le hisieron morados y rojos y el papa y su mama se arrepintieron y no le siguieron pegando mas y el queda muy feliz.

POST by LEIKY: My Mighty Mum

Leiky and Fran at Niagara Falls

Hello my name is Leiki. I am 12 years old. I’m going to tell you a little bit about my life.

One day my family and I went to church. Our church is really big and I like it. Everyone sings and it is wonderful. After church, we all went back home and my dad was there, and he was really mad because my mum didn’t tell him we were going to church.

My dad grabbed a metal bar and began to beat my mum again, but my brother got in the way and told my dad that if he kept on hitting her, he would call the Police and lock my dad away.

My dad left our house in a really mad state. He went to his other wife’s house, and my mum went to my aunt’s house.

My mum stayed with my aunt for a week and my mum called us by cell phone and told my brother not to worry about her. My mum was fine but said that she was going to call the Police about my dad and his abusiveness.

My dad and mum ended up separating. Now my mum is following God’s path for her. Even before this final problem with my dad, my mum suffered a lot of abuse from my father.

If you would like to hear more stories about my life, please send me a note of encouragement.

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.

If you would like to support this fellow on a monthly basis, please CLICK HERE

To learn more about our street theatre production, "CREATED", please visit our page,NICAVANGELISTS: "CREATED", North American Tour (2013)

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Leiky, performing CREATED at Wellspring Family Life Church in Syracuse, New York

hola mi nombre es leiki y tengo 12 anos, les boy acontar un poco de mi vida, un dia mi mama fue ala iglesia con mis hermanos y yo, y la iglesia es grande y me gusta porque cantan bonita y entonces fuimos ala casa y mi papa estaba ayi y estaba muy enojado porque mi mama no le dijo que ibamos ala iglesia, entonces mi papa agarro una barra de yerro y le pego entonces mi papa le iba a pegar de nuevo pero mi hermana se metio y le dijo ami papa que si le pegaba loba a echar preso, entonces mi papa sefue donde su otra mujer entonces mi mama sefue donde su hermana y paso una se mana y mi mama llamo por telefono ile dijo ami hermano de que no se preo cuparan porque eya estaba bien pero mi mama dijo que lo iba a echar preso porque ledaba mucho maltrato estonces mi papa y mi mama se cepararon y mi mama a hora si puede seguir el camino de dios pero antes de esta historia ya le abia echo muchas cosas malas y la maltrataba mucho y si quieren saber mas sobre ami vida den like

Saturday, October 19, 2013

POST by JAIRITO: Feuding Family

Jairito and Leiky

Hello, my name is Jairito and I want to share with you a story about my friend, Leiky.

Leiky’s dad and his mum do not get along very well. One day, Leiky’s mum went to church with all of his brothers and sisters. Leiky thought that the church was beautiful. When they got home, his dad was there and he was very mad because he did not know where his mum and family had been.

His dad was so mad that he grabbed an iron bar and hit his mum on the hand really hard with it. His mum then went into the living room and started to cry. She screamed at his dad, and when the dad walked into the room is mum was in, he was really mad and said to her “ If you keep on crying, I am going to hit you and kill you.”

She couldn’t stop crying or screaming, so the dad was going to hit her, but then his sister got in the way and yelled “If you hit her, I am going to call the police!”  In the end he did not hit her but they did get a divorce. Leiky’s dad has done terrible things to his mother.

Sezni, Myron & Leiky

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.

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hola me llamo jairito les quiero contar la historia de mi amigo leiskis
su papa y su mama no se llavan bien, pero un dia su mama fue ala
iglesia con todos sus hermanos y el pues dice que la iglesia estaba bonita
pero cuando llego a su casa con su mama su papa estaba ahi y muy
enojado por que no sabia donde andaba su mama y el, y su papa estaba muy
enojado que agarro una barra de hierro y le pego en la mano muy fuerte y despues
su mama se fue para la sala de la casa y esta llorando y gritando y su papa se puso muy
enojado y le dice si sigue llorando te voy a pegar y te voy a matar y entoces su mama no dejaba
de llorar y gritar y entoces su papa le hiva a pegar pero su hermana se metio y le dijo que si la

golpeaba le hiva a echar ala policia entoces su papa no le pego pero al fin se divorciaron pero antes de esta historia dice mi amigo que ya le habia echo muchas cosas malas a su mama

POST by ELIEZER: Stivey's Sad Suicide Story

Stivey mucking around in the Ohio Valley

Hello my name is Eliezer and this time I am going to tell you a story about Stiven’s family

My friend Stiven is a funny, nice, and very good friend but like everyone, he has a lot of problems in his life. 

Stivens aunt, named Luisa, is a very kind and humble lady. She had a son named Jonathan and he was 19 years old. He was Stiven’s best friend but he had a problem with drugs and alcohol. He would always be with people that were involved in gangs and he would not listen to his mum.

About four years ago, around Easter time, Luisa decided to take a trip to the beach with her family. They decided to rent a mini bus that would make the trips to the beach, together with others from the community who also wanted to go. She did not know that it would be one of the worst trips of her life. The day of the trip, everyone was really excited, but the day before Jonathan had had a fight with his mum. He was high on drugs and acting crazily.

The time to go to the beach had arrived and Jonathan was mad at his mum. He went to Stiven and told him what had happened with his mum and Stiven pleaded him to not be mad with her. He gave him an idea to ask for forgiveness but Jonathan didn’t want to so he did not  listen to him and he went to the back of the minibus and started to drink alcohol.

When they got to the beach, Jonathan got into a fight with his mum but this time he went too far and he hit her with a bottle of alcohol that he had in his hand. Her head started to bleed and she started to cry and so Jonathan ran away.

Jonathan’s mum asked Stiven to go and look for him with the help of other people and so they searched for him for two hours. When they finally found him, he was on the rocks where the waves were crashing down.

When Jonathan saw the search party, he jumped off the edge of the rocks calling out “Sorry mum” and he died. The waves cut his body in half. It was impossible to get him out. Even a police boat tried to get him out but failed.

Stiven was really upset because Jonathan was his best friend and he did not know how to tell Jonathan’s mum because it would be difficult for her to take.

Stivey’s experience shows us that addictions and bad company make us do stuff that we might regret. Thank you for reading my story.

Stivey playing "God" in CREATED. Francesca, Eliezer, Aben, Lorenzy and Jonny in background

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.

If you would like to support this fellow on a monthly basis, please CLICK HERE

To learn more about our street theatre production, "CREATED", please visit our page,NICAVANGELISTS: "CREATED", North American Tour (2013)

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SUICIDIO POR DECEPCIONAR A UN SER QUERIDO

Hola mi nombre es Eliezer esta ves les vengo a contar una historia que le sucedio a un familiar de mi amigo stiven

mi amigo stiven es un chico gracioso amable i muy buen amigo pero como todo chico pobre de nicaragua tiene muchos problemas en su vida .



Ase aproccimadamente 4 a;os la tia de stiven llamada luisa era una se;ora mui hamable y muy humilde ella tenia un hijo llamado jonathan el tenia 19 a;os y era el mejor amigo de stiven pero tenia un fuerte problema de drogas y alcool el siempre se mantenia con personas de pandias i no le asia caso a su mama

En semana santa do;a luisa desidio aser un viaje para ir ala playa con su familia pero como no tenian suficiente dinero tubo que alquilar un auto bus  que iba a aser el recorido con alluda de personas de la comunidad

pero sin saber que ese viaje iba a ser uno de los peores de su vida el dia de el viaje estaban  todos emosionados pero un dia antes jonatan abia tenido una discucion con su mama el andaba drogado y estaba como loco .

llego la hora de ir ala playa i jonatan estaba enojado con su mama se aserco a stiven i le conto lo que abia pasado con su mama stiven le pidio que no estubiera enojado  le dio una idesa para pedirle perdon a su mama pero jonatan no estaba conforme asi que no le iso caso i se fue a tomar licor en la parte de atras de el auto bus .

cuando llegaron a la playa jonatan bolbio a discutir con su mama pero esta bes llego mui lejos el la golpio con una botella de licor que tenia en la mano i le rajo la cabesa el comenso a llorar i salio coriendo

la mama le pidio a stiven que lo fuera a buscar con alluda de otro amigo pasaron 2 oras cuando alfin lo miraron en unas rocas donde pegan las olas cuando nos bio se lanso i grito “perdon mama” el murio. las olas le destroso la mitad de el cuerpo i fue imposible sacarlo asta que llego una lancha de la policia a sacarlo stiven estaba destrosado porque era su mejor amigo i el no sabia como desirselo a su mama iba a ser un golpe mui fuerte para ella .

Esto nos ense;a que los bisios i las malas compa;ia nos lleban a cometer cosas que delas cuales nos arepentimos i el cometio malas con su mama el un ser querido que debemos respetar i querer .


GRACIAS POR LEER MI ISTORIA.

POST by LEIKY: Padres and Prison

Jairo & Leiky sucking on lollipops in an Illinois Parade

Hello my name is Leikis. I would like to tell you a little story about my friend Jairito.

Well, my friend’s life was very difficult. His Dad and his Mum did not get on very well because they were always fighting. So, His Mum kicked His Dad out of the house and Jairito’s Dad called his Grandmother and his Grandmother took His Dad in to her house.

My friend Jairito and his brothers were all crying, but the time went by and their Dad came back to the house and started to fight with Jairito's uncle, because he wanted to hurt Jairito’s Mum.

His brothers grabbed their Dad, but then their Dad decided to leave and the Police came to look for their Dad and they grabbed him and took him to jail. When Jairito’s Dad got out of prison, his mother went to go find him and she said "come home please" and he said to the her "yes, ok" and they lived happily forever.


Thanks to God they didn’t fight again.

Jairo's Happy Family

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.

If you would like to support this fellow on a monthly basis, please CLICK HERE

To learn more about our street theatre production, "CREATED", please visit our page, NICAVANGELISTS: "CREATED", North American Tour (2013)

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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 SUPPORTINGsomething significant?

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hola me llamo leikis quiero con tarles un poco sobre la vida de mi amigo jairito vueno la vida de mi amigo era muy difisil porque su papa y su mama nose llevavan bien porque para ese tiempo se abian peleado, entonces su mama corrio a su papa de la casa y su papa no sabia adonde hir, y su papa llamo asu abuelita y su abuelita se lo llebo para su casa y mi amigo y sus hermanos se que daron llorando, pero paso un tiempo y su papa yego ala casa y se peleo con sutio porque lequeria pegar ala mama de mi amigo pero sus hermanos de mi amigo semetieron a agarrar asu papa pero despues su papa sefue y yegola policia abuscar asu papa y lo agarraron y callo preso, pero despues salio y su mama lobusco y le dijo benine a la casa por favor y su papa le dijo si y vivieron felizes para siempre .
Y gracias a dios no bolbieron a pelear. 

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

POST by JONNY: Listen Ear!!!!!!

Myron at the airport for his FIRST evangelism tour

When Myron was 3 years old, he lived in a suburb that is very poor. His house was made very poorly, out of plastic. The biggest problem in Myron’s home was that his mum suffered a lot of physical abuse, daily, by her husband.

One of Myron’s neighbors saw these problems that happened daily in Myron's small home. Their neighbor went over to Myron’s house and addressed the problem. "Why do you let your husband beat you and treat you that way? You have a son who constantly sees everything that your husband does to you and he keeps it in his head and will remember everything." the neighbour said.

Myron’s mum replied, "You know, thank you for coming and asking me, but I think it would be better if you leave my house because my husband could come home and look for more problems with you, please don't come asking anything else, thank you.”

The days went by and the abuse to Myron’s mother continued and more people saw what was happening in their small home. Little Myron heard the cries of his mother and saw her pain every time his dad was home.

One day his dad received a call from a woman who lived in the neighbouring country called Costa Rica, and so he left and went to that land.

Later, after Myron's dad left Nicaragua, everything changed in their small home. One day, the person who had been watching the problems in Myron’s home began to visit again asking if he could help with any economic needs. Myron’s mum accepted his help, and he helped in any way he could.

It was just a few days later that Myron's mum began to like this man who would help her, assisting the family in coming out of the dark and out of a bad life, which Myron's biological Dad had established.

A week had gone by and Myron’s house had begun to change. One of the things that had changed was that Myron’s mum had a new relationship with the man that had helped them in their darkest moments.

Three months later Myron's biological Dad decided to come back to his home in Nicaragua. When he came back he went to his mother’s house, and when he was at his house, all of his extended family told him that his wife had a new husband.

Myron's Dad became really angry and left the house and went to a bar and got very drunk. After a while of being drunk he let himself go to the place where he had lived with Mryon's mother in the past. When he arrived at the house he saw Myron's mum and asked her if they could talk.

“Can we talk for a bit about what has happened here while I have been gone?" he asked. She replied, "I'm sorry, but you have no reason to be here anymore, because I have a new life with my son and my new husband. Do me a favour and leave my house right now."

Myron's Dad became enraged and he started to hit her a lot, so much that she almost fainted. When he saw what he had done to her he left her house.

Myron’s new Dad wasn’t home because he was working, but he received a call from someone who explained that his wife's ex-husband had come back from Costa Rica and he had gone to their house and had beaten his wife. Myron’s new Dad immediately went to his boss and asked for permission to leave, explaining to him what had just transpired at his house.

When Myron’s new Dad got to his house, he saw his wife on the ground covered in blood. He picked her up and put her into bed. He left the house really mad!

After looking around a lot of places he went to this one liquor store and there he found his wife's ex-husband. When he saw him, he got out his machete and attempted to enter the store, but the owners of the establishment wouldn't allow him to enter with the machete.  And so he asked them if he could go in without the machete, and they agreed, so he went on in.

He sat next to Myron's biological Dad and they started to talk, in a way that was more like a fight, and then they started to shout and after that they started a fist fight and they both fell to the ground and some bear bottles broke on their descent. Myron's biological Dad grabbed a broken bottle and he cut the new Dad's ear off. When he saw all the blood that had started to flow out, he left the store and ran away and no one to this day has found him.

A month went by and Myron's new Dad recovered from the fight and his mother became well also. They heard good news from some people that wanted to help them build a new house because their old house was falling apart on account of poor construction and materials. And so the people helped them build their new house.

After 2 months their house was in a better condition and thanks to God their family were going to have a better life.

Thank you for reading this interesting story. God Bless!

Myron (center), playing a demon in CREATED
  
Cuando mairon tenia la edad de 3 anos el vivia en un barrio muy umil y la vivienda en la cual MAIRON vivia era muy umilde ya que vivian en una casita de palstico y . pero el problemas mas grande es que la mama de mairon sufria mucho maltrato a diario por el marido, y uno de los becinos de al rededor miraba a diario los problemas que ocurian en la casa de MAIRON  y un dia que el miro a la mama de MAIRON sola en su casa el se dirijio a su casa y el le pregunto . Porque dejas que tu marido te pegue y te maltrate de esa manera si tienen un ijo el cual esta consternado de mirar lo que tu marido te hace ? Ella respondio save muchas gracias por benir pero mejor ballase de mi casa porque mi marido puede benir y puede buscar problemas con usted y porfavor no buelba a benir a preguntar nadapor favor gracias .
Luego de muchos dias los maltratos seguin hacia la mama de MAIRON y muchas personas miraban lo que susedia en el ogar . y el pequeno MAIRON solo se escuchaba llorar y lamentarse cadaves que el papa estaba en su casa .
Un dia el papa de MAIRON  resivio una llamada de una mujer la cual vivia en el pais becino Costa Rica y el papa de MAIRON decidio irce al pais besino Costa Rica .
Luego de que el papa de MAIRON se marchara de el pais todo canbio en el ogar y habia una persona que siempre estaba mirando los problemas que susdian en el ogar , un dia esa persona comenso a ir a la casa de MAIRON  para preguntar en que podia ayudarle en lo economico o en lo material . y la mama de MAIRON asecto la ayuda del obre umilde que trataba de ayudarles . y luego de 3 dias la mama de MAIRON se encarino de el hombre que la ayudo a salir de la oscuridad y de la mala vida que el papa de  MAIRON le habia dado .
Luego de 1 semana todo comenso a tener canbios en el ogar el cual parecia guerra a diario  y  uno de los canbio fue que la  mama de MAIRON tenia una nueva relacion con el hombre que la ayudo a salir de la terible oscuridad .
Despues de 3 meces el papa de MAIRON tomo la desicion de regresar a su ogar en  NICARAGUA  . Cuando el regreso a NICARAGUA el se dirijio al ogar de su mama . y cuando el estaba en su casa toda la familia de el le dijo de que su mujer tenia otro marido , y el papa de MAIRON se puso muy enojado y se fue de la casa de su mama a tomar alchol . Y despues de mucho timpo de estar tomando se dirijio a la casa la cual era su ogar en el pasado . Cuando el yego a su ogar el cual era en el pasado encontro a la mama de MAIRON y el le pregunto . Eba podemos hablar un poco de las cosas que an susedido en este tiempo que no he estado aqui ? Y ella le respondio . losiento pero tu ya no tienes que hacer nada por aqui porque tengo una nueva vida yo y mi hijo y mi nuevo marido . Y asme el favor y bete de mi casa ahorita . Y el papa de Mairon se puso muy enojado por lo que Eba le habia dicho y el comenso a golpearla mucho asta casi desmayarla y cuando el miro que Eba estaba muy mal el se fue uyendo de la casa .
El  padrastro de Mairon no se encontraba en el ogar porque estaba trabajando pero el resibio una llamada de una persona y le dijo de que el maridi de Eba habia regresado de Costa Rica y que habia yegado y golpeado a su esposa . El pidio inmediatamente permiso en su trabajo para poder ir a ver lo que habia susedido en su ogar . Cuando el yego ha la casa miro a su esposa tirada en el piso y sangrando y el la lebanto y la puso en la cama y salio de la casa con un machete muy enojado .
Luego de buscar por muchos lugares yego a un lugar que bendian alchol y hay estaba el ex marido de Eba y cuando el lo miro el saco el machete y queria entrar al lugar . pero los duenos de el lugar no lo dejaron entrar con el machete y el les dijo que si podia entrar sin el machete y las personas le dijieron que si , y el dentro . Luego de entrar el se sento a la par de el papa de Mairon y comenso a tener una platica muy fuerte y derepente comensaron a gritar y luego de eso ellos comensaron a golpearce y calleron al suelo y unas botellas se ronpieron y el papa de Mairon agarro un tro de botella y le corto la oreja al padrastro de Mairon y cuando el miro que esta sangrando mucho el padrastro de Mairon el inmediatamente uyu de el lugar y nadie sabe en donde se encuentra.
Luego de transcurrir 1 mes el padrasto de Mairon habia tenido una muy buena recuperacion y al igual Eba y ellos recibieron una muy buena noticia de unas personas que querian ayudarle a construir su casa ya que la casa se estaba callendo porque no tenia un buen material . y esas personas le dieron una ayuda para que la construyeran .
Despues de 2 meces el ogar de eba habia tenido un poco de mejora . y gracias a Dios la familia de Eba a tenido una mejor vida .
Gracias por leer esta historia Dios los Bendiga .

DEMESTIC ABUSE

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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/Francesca and edited by Jed.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

POST by SOPHIA: My Life

When I’m alone with Him, in my mind he takes me to a path in the woods that he’s leading me on.

Doing what we're doing, we come across a LOT of broken lives, and people desperate for answers. To date, I haven't been as moved by anyone's story, in the way that I've been moved by the life of Sophia. This young lass, is beautiful and talented, smart and driven, yet she has been used, abused, rejected, despised, and now works with everything she's got to get her life on track for the promise of glory.

I have met Sophia's parents, who are just human like the rest of us. They've done a magnificent job at raising their kids, with compassion and love, and yet, like other parents, they’re not supernatural beings and can only be in one place at one time. Unfortunately, their baby girl was deeply broken, and nothing that they could do would mend the heart of their daughter, which lay in tatters.

But, there is hope. Jesus Christ came for the lost. He came for the sinner. He came for the broken. He alone knows the pain and suffering of all humanity. He took it with him to the cross. And so I’d like to allow Sophia the opportunity of sharing with you her story. She’s a brave girl and I’m mightily proud of her:

Everyone goes through hard times in life, some worse than others. But it’s who you depend on and how you get through it that makes you who you are. I've been through a lot in my life, but instead of leaning on God, I just wanted people to pity me.

When I was ten, my best friend at the time told me every detail of how her dad had often sexually abused her and what he had done to her. I remember everything she told me, but because she told me when I was so young, I blocked out all memories of my childhood to protect myself. I don't have any memories of anything until about the age of 13, and even then I only have bad memories.

I am the 5th child of 8 in my family. I was homeschooled ‘til 9th grade and in 10th grade I started getting into drinking, drugs, boys and sex, and everything bad. I thought that the only way to be happy was to do all of these things.

Well, surprise, surprise, I was wrong. Guys and drugs only hurt me. I have had my heart broken in so many ways. Guys would tell me they love me and they don't want anyone else, and that I am so beautiful and special. Yet after they gotten what they’d wanted, they would tell me it was all a lie and that I am actually trash.

I tried to kill myself many times and I used to cut myself every day for many months. All I could think was I just wanted to get away from the hurt and the pain. Yet, I continued to run after guys and drugs.

Twice I thought I was pregnant and I would worry about what I’d tell my parents and what I’d do with a kid at 17. But lucky for me, I was not pregnant and God helped me through it.

Now, for the last four weeks or so I’ve been reading my Bible and talking to God. When I’m alone with Him, in my mind he takes me to a path in the woods that he’s leading me on.

I often feel really alone and sad. I cry myself to sleep because I wish I could remember my past... but then I remember that God is always there, even when no one else is.


A couple of weeks ago I met all of these wonderful, handsome, nice, crazy Nicaraguan boys who got me to think in a whole new way. They have been through hell and back and they still dance and sing for God with smiles on their faces. If they can be happy then I think I can too.

Sophia & Cecilia (Sophia's younger sister)

Friday, June 28, 2013

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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To learn more about our street theatre production, "CREATED", please visit our page, NICAVANGELISTS: "CREATED", North American Tour (2013)
If you would like to see a video of some of our Nica-Youths practicing, please CLICK HERE

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?
To learn more about our home Church in Australia, please CLICK HERE
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.