Thanksgiving times two

We had two Thanksgiving dinners this year. One the Sunday before in Bromley and one Chinese hotpot on Thanksgiving day. Here are a few highlights of our experiences.

 

 

 

 

On the Ganges

Rajshahi is a city of kings situated on the Ganges River before it crosses into Bangladesh and on to the sea. Here I rode in my first battery operated rickshaw and saw first hand the silk making process. My purpose was to bring revelation, deliverance, and blessing to these young people just starting their lives with Jesus.

Rickshaw

 

Ganges

Puzzle

 

Feasting

 

Annointing

 

Local Shrine

 

 

 

Silk Factory

 

Dalit Fellowship

 

Shrine Entrance

 

A Father in Egypt

I spent a week in the desert between Cairo and Alexandria speaking to a lot of young people on God's Father Heart, a subject that hit the mark. I made a lot of new friends and exercised my listening skills.

 

Morning Exercise

 

Creative Prayer Time

 

New Friends

 

Welcome Home

 

Thanksgiving

 

Girls

 

Guys

 

Season for Students

We've been giving quite a lot of time to students these days. Barb's English students, the University students, Dts students and Bds students. May the Lord take these seeds we are planting and cause them to grow and produce fruit for the Kingdom

 

 

 

 

Weekend on top of the World

Our Bridge team has joined coworkers in Switzerland to put on a training school for about 6 young Arabic speaking adults. We joined them for the weekend to share about God's Father Heart and the sun came along for the ride.

 

 

At the Ski Club

 

 

Hungry Students Arrive

Hundreds of hungry students arrived for classes at the University of Bedfordshire Luton this week so we put on a BBQ for them outside the Treehouse Chaplaincy. I couldn't keep the burgers coming fast enough!

 

DTS helpers

 

Burgerman

 

Pass the Pickles

 

Windmills and Canals

Some students and I went hiking on a hazy day on one of the oldest trails in England called the Ridgeway Trail. Here we saw the Pitstone windmill and one of the signal hills of ancient times called the Ivinghoe Beacon. Later,  Barb and I hiked along the Grand Union at Marsworth, where we read some amusing James Herriot.