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 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 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 LEIKI: Livin La Vida Leiki

Leiki on the left, with  his half-brother on the right

Hi! I'm leyki. I want to go to America to visit many places and also to be with my group and to perform our Gospel Centered street production and visit beautiful places with my group. I want to go to America with my friends, so that we can teach the people there about God. We want to show them that God can help you have a better life and move forward.

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Hola soy leyki yo quiero ir a estados unidos para conocer muchos lugares y tambien para estar con mi grupo e ir a exiviciones y lugares preciosos con mi grupo y yo boy a estados unidos por que con mis amigos bamos a ensenar quien es dios y como el te puede ayudar para que tengas una vida major y puedas salir adelante.

POST by JOSE: Important Business

Jose flying away

Hello! God bless all of the nations of the earth, everyone in them, and every language group.

My name is Jose Bayardo and I'm from Nicaragua. I live in a very poor neighborhood where people don’t have much. My community is filled with crime and drugs,  but thank God I found a wonderful family who gave us a hand. Elizabeth and Jed Brien assisted us, and took us out of our dangerous world.

With their effort, we now have a group that is learning about who God is, and we have him in our lives. Our hearts are changing and this is obvious through the new people that we have become.  God has so much love for us, His Creation.

When I was a child, I wanted to travel to the United States of America. Now  I want to know new people and make new friends, brothers in Jesus Christ. I always prayed and  asked the Lord to travel to the United States of America. God has answered my prayers.

God is amazing, he has made my dreams come true. God has helped us come to America, to perform our street theatre production in Churches, so that people will know God.

Another one of my dreams is to help and support my mother. I really want my mother to meet a man who will be her husband, a man who will appreciate my mother, because she has suffered a lot in her life.

I want the best for my mother. God is wonderful and he wants the best for us, his children, his creation. He wants us, Capital on the Edge, to walk on the right path, the path that is just.  All of our group want to learn and we thank God in Heaven for Jed and Elizabeth, who have given us this wonderful opportunity to go and perform for the folks in the USA.

In poorer places, where there are many bad things, they have supported the people and we have performed our amazing street theatre production.  We help Jed and Elizabeth with the production.

Thank you for listening to the goals and the dreams of my heart. You play an important role in our work.

Some of the lads from Capital on the Edge

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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,ContemplatingSUPPORTINGsomething significant?

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

Hola dios bendiga a todas las naciones, pueblos y lenguas, mi nombre es Jose Bayardo y soy de Nicaragua yo vivo en un barrio muy pobre donde todos los recursos se limitan, donde hay mucha delincuencia y drogas pero Gracias a dios encontre a unas  personas  maravillosas que nos dieron su mano Elizabeth y jed brien nos auxiliaron y nos sacaron de ese mundo con el apoyo de ellos creamos un grupo para ensenr quien es dios en nuestras vidas y los canvios que a hecho en nuestras vidas y el amor que tiene hacia todos nosotros su creacion yo cuando era pequeno ciempre sone con viajar a los estados unidos conocer nuebas personas y hacer nuevas amistades y nuebos hermanos en cristo jesus  yo ciempre le pedia al senor  en mis oraciones que viajara a los estados unidos dios a cumplido mis suenos  es algo increible un sueno echo realidad una vendicion conocer muchas iglecias y llebar a cabo la obra que dios nos a propuesto que agamos .

Otro de  mis suenos es que ayudar y apoyar a mi mama  en todo lo que pueda y que encuentre una pareja que la quiera y la aprecie mucho ya queella a sufrido mucho en la vida y yo quiero lo major para ella, dios es un ser maravilloso que quiere lo major para nosotros sus hijos su creacion que andemos en el camino correcto en lo recto y lo justo, todo el grupo de capital on the edge les pedimos de Corazon que nos den su apoyo en esta micion que tenemos que nos brined su apoyo y su amor dios los atesorara en el cielo Gracias a elizabeth y a jed que nos dieron esta oportunidad maravillosa de conocer a dios Gracias a ellos acemos exiviciones en los lugares mas pobres donde existen muchas cosas mala ellos apollan a las personas de escasos recursos tienen un a obra maravillosa que tododos apollamos .

Gracaias por escuchar nuestras metas y suenos se los agradecemos de Corazon ustedes ejercen un papel muy importante en nuestra obra Gracias.

POST by JOSE: Let's go to the Beach, Beach...

Orlando & Jose of Capital on the Edge

Something important happened in my life about two years ago. We were organising a trip with some friends. We were just about finished packing for our journey when a 57 year old neighbour gave us a pound of rice and vegetables to take with us.

One of my friends made fun of the gift that the lady was offering, laughing at her, but my other friend told him off, and said that he shouldn’t be rude to her, because she is elderly and in any case, we might need the food for our journey.

And so we thanked the old lady for giving us the food, the rice and the vegetables. We then left on our journey. We went to the coast and the people we were staying with didn’t want to give us any food to eat. When we became hungry, we remembered that we had the food from the nice neighbour lady

And so we asked the people that we were staying with if we could using their cooking facilities to prepare our food, as we had no money spare. The only money we had, we needed for our transportation on the bus.

In the following days we were very hungry.  We had nothing to eat. We arose at 5am and went to the beach and gathered crabs and coconuts, and ate them raw.

We went to the beachside restaurants and danced for the foreign tourists. None of them gave us any money. The restaurants didn’t give us food either. However, one of my friend’s aunts kindly gave us food to eat: fish and salad. She also gave us a fizzy drink each. We were so grateful to her, because she gave to us when we were really hungry.

The next day we hitch hiked home. After a few months went by, we found out that the kind lady who had helped us with food in our time of great need, had passed away on account of a heart attack. This lady had been very overweight.

We were very sad, because my friend’s aunt has in Heaven with God. If it were not for her, in our hour of need, who knows what would have happened to us. Thank the Good Lord that he put her in our way at that exact moment. We really appreciated her kindness and we hope that she rests in peace with God.

Obesity is a terrible disease that affects most people and it takes away your life bit by bit. However, trust in God who is the only one who can truly help us. Thanks for reading my story.

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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,ContemplatingSUPPORTINGsomething 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. 

Algo crucial que paso en mi vida hace como dos años atrás. Estábamos armando un viaje con unos amigos, íbamos  de paseó donde un familiar de un amigo, éramos tres por todos nos estábamos preparando y alistando todo cuando una vecina de 57 años de edad nos regaló una libra de arroz y una verduritas para llevar fue algo inesperado uno de mis amigos se burló de lo que nos estaba dando la señora y la bulario diciendo ni que fuéramos pordioseros que nos da eso pero yo y mi otro amigo dijimos mala honda que tal si necesitamos ese arrocito y esas verduritas y se rio nosotros le dimos las gracias si y nos llevamos lo que nos avía dado llegando a nuestro destino que es una costa nos comenzaron a negar la comida no nos querían dar nada de comer y nosotros con hambre pero nos acordamos de las cosas que nos dio la señora y les dijimos que si nos hacían eso y con eso comimos el primer día nosotros solo aviamos ido con el pasaje y no teníamos dinero.

En los días siguientes estábamos con mucha hambre nos levantábamos a las 5:00 am de la madrugada para ir a la costa y recoger cangrejos para comerlos crudos y cocos nos poníamos a girar en los restaurantes para que nos regalaran comida los turistas pero una señora que era tía de uno de mis amigos muy amable la señora que se lo agradecemos de corazón nos dio de comer pescado con ensalada y nos llenamos y nos regaló fresco gracias a ella y su amable gesto mejor dicho sobrevivimos. Al día siguiente  nos venimos pidiendo que nos llevaran en el camino y llegamos a nuestro hogar, al pasar los meses nos dimos cuenta por un amigo que la señora que amablemente nos sirvió, había fallecido le había dado un ataque al corazón porque ella tenía sobre peso nos sentimos muy tristes por ella que dios la tenga en el cielo si no hubiera sido por ella quien sabe que nos hubiera pasado en ese momento dios puso en nuestro camino a esa señora se lo agradecemos mucho que descanse en paz.

El sobre peso es una enfermedad terrible que afecta a la mayoría de las personas y les va quitando la vida poco a poco pero confiemos en dios que es el único que nos puede ayudar. gracias

POST by ORLANDO: Growing Up Nica!

Orlando Huembes

Hello my name is Orlando Huembes and I am from Managua, Nicaragua. I want to tell you a bit about my life.

I used to live in a workshop for smashed up cars. In this workshop they’d straighten out the cars’ bodies, painting them and repairing their engines. I used to live with my father, my mother and my brother.

In this workshop there were many incidents where I suffered an accident on my fingers and knees, due to the carelessness of the car mechanics. However, I was a child and I didn’t know what I should and shouldn’t be grabbing.

Ond day, when I was just 7 years old, a large metal bus part fell from many meters above onto my head. I was immediately hospitalised for the injury I’d suffered on my head. I had to stay in hospital for fifteen days.

Through all of our trials my father, from the sweat of his brow, continued to work and make our lives better.  Regardless, it was not sufficient. My father wasn’t able to provide enough of an income for our family and because of this he was rarely able to spend time with us.

And so I saw the need to work and help my family, irrespective of the job requirements. I decided to sell water at the traffic lights and beg for money. My Mum thought I was at school, but mostly I wasn’t. I needed to study but I left school to go and get money because sometimes my dad spent his earnings on liquor.

It was a very difficult time for my mother, as we didn’t have food to eat, and providing meals is the first priority for a mum.

My friends told me to come with them to where the busses stop. There people would give us money if we begged. And so we went, praying that God would help us. If we went and begged for money, God would help us. I will always remember this moment in my life.

I want to learn and to do things better each day with God's help. We all have a purpose in this life and at times we need to sacrifice for each other.

Thanks, it was a pleasure being able to share this moment with you. Thanks for taking the time to read about my experiences. Regards, from Capital on the edge, on the Old Road to Leon,  in Nicaragua.

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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,ContemplatingSUPPORTINGsomething 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. 

Yordy & Orlando at Capital on the Edge

Hola mi nombre es Orlando Huembés soy de Managua, Nicaragua.

Quiero contarle un poco  de mi vida, yo vivía en un taller de enderezado, pintura y mecánica.  donde los automóviles son reparados por choques o por daños en el motor , y ese mismo lugar vivía mi padre mi mama y mi hermano y yo, y en ese lugar muchas veces sufrí accidente en mis dedos  en mis rodias por causa del descuido de los trabajadores y yo por muy niño sin saber que asía, y un día de tantos al redor de 7 años me cayó un paral de un bus en mi cabeza y tu ve 15 días hospitalizado por que sufrí una lesión en mi cabeza, y a pesar de todo eso mi padre  con el sudor de su frente así a que nuestra vida sea lo mejor pero sin embargo no era lo suficiente, al pasar el tiempo yo veía en mi familia la necesidad y decidí ir a trabajar en lo que sea , a pedir dinero en los semáforos vender agua, y así estudiar pero por la necesidad me salía de clases para ir a conseguir dinero ya que a veces mi papa gastaba dinero en licor y era muy duro ya que mi madre no teníamos para comer lo mas importante, y muchos  amigos me decían vamos a pedir dinero a los buses y yo pues sin decir no decía si, y pues es algo que uno quiere pero es la voluntad de Dios de que nosotros pasemos una experiencia algo inolvidable para así aprender y poder hacer las cosas cada día mejor con la ayuda de Dios, y por un propósito tenemos que hacer tantas cosas por sacrificio a unos por otros. Gracias fue un gusto haber podido compartir este momento con ustedes gracias por su atención saludos desde Capital on the edge león, Nicaragua