THIS ISN’T WHAT WE PLANNED

We started our journey to Minnesota towing a trailer filled with 1300 walking sticks and hearts exploding with heaven-high hopes of witnessing to at least that many folks at community festivals, flea markets and fairs this summer. We prayed about our journey and told God all about our plans to return to Florida without one remaining walking stick.

We are just about half way through the summer and still we have about 1000 walking sticks still filling the trailer.

In retrospect, I think God laughed and shook his head at us when we started out. I can almost hear him say, “Silly children, you think you are in control. I’m about to teach you a thing or two.”

Our grandson Andrew and great grandson Jesse driving the boat.

I guess we’re not that much different than our great grandson Jesse. When his daddy and mommy purchased my sister and brother-in-law’s boat Jesse immediately proclaimed, “My boat.” And when Jesse and his daddy head out on the water, there’s no doubt in Jesse’s mind that he’s the captain, even though his daddy’s protective hands are always on him, still in control, and keeping them and all other boaters on the lake safe from harm.

While our trip to Minnesota offered many wonderful opportunities to share Jesus with others, once we arrived in Minnesota God seemed to say:

Flea markets, farmers markets, festivals, even Fourth of July fireworks were all cancelled due to Coronavirus.

No Fireworks, festivals, or farmers markets in Minnesota

The state was supposed to open up and everything, but the State Fair which is far too crowded for social distancing, go back to Summer normal, but as of this post, we are still waiting to see if August events will go on as promised or if they will be cancelled as well.

BUT THAT’S ONLY THE BEGINNING OF PLANS GONE AWRY!

Sandy’s 91 year old mom, who still lives on her own, took a fall at 4:00 on a Saturday morning, splitting her head open and fracturing her skull. We are so grateful that Sandy was spending the night and was there to call an ambulance. Instead of spending time in the hospital where Sandy’s mom would not only be in danger of Coronavirus but also cut off from family, she was able to return home the same day where Sandy’s sister, Diane, and Sandy were able to make sure she was well cared for.

SANDY’S MOM’S EYE AFTER SHE FRACTURED HER SKULL

ADDING TO PLANS GONE WRONG, THERE’S THE STORY OF PETE…

While at his sister Nancy’s, Pete took a nasty fall off the top of a ladder, tearing his rotator cuff 95-100%. He sees the surgeon later today, Wednesday, July 22, and is facing not only surgery but weeks of physical therapy as well.

The good news is that if our events had not been cancelled due to the virus, we would be facing the loss of hundreds of dollars in vendor fees because of Pete’s surgery and rehab, money from our faithful supporters that we could not afford to throw away.

PETE WORKING ON HIS EXERCISES PRIOR TO SURGERY. HIS SMILE WAS ONLY FOR THE CAMERA.

We could be discouraged and ready to call it quits right about now.

*Here we are half way through the summer and we’ve not set our tent up at one event.

*The events we hope to work in August are not yet confirmed due to Coronavirus.

*Pete is facing surgery and is in pain.

***And to top things off, a mouse found its way into our RV. Sandy has already terrorized Bella once with an ear-shattering scream.

Sandy and the mouse

But God has taught us not to be discouraged or alarmed when things don’t go as we planned. They are going as God planned. And that’s what is important.

Instead of discouragement, we have learned to remain patient, knowing that the harvest belongs to God.

I am reminded of driving down country roads back in Florida, traveling to festivals where we’d spend the weekend handing out walking sticks and sharing the precious salvation message to hundreds in a weekend. We would drive for miles and miles passing orange groves on both sides of the road.

But the trees didn’t always look like the one in the picture. Years before, each tree was only a scattering of seeds. The seeds grew and soon there appeared branches and leaves, but still no fruit. The branches weren’t yet strong enough to bear fruit. I’m thankful the farmer didn’t look at the tree and say, “You worthless tree, you’re not bearing fruit. I’m not going to water you any more. In fact, I’m going to tell my laborers to chop you down.” No, the farmer continued to water and care for the tree until one day those beautiful white blossoms burst forth in the sweetest fragrance and not long after, the the tree was covered in tasty fruit.

And we are reminded that the fruit belongs to the owner of the field, not the laborers, just as every soul that comes to Christ belongs to him alone, not to any one laborer or labor organization, even The Fellowship of Christian Farmers.

Galatians 6:9 reminds us: “And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not give up.”

“If we do not give up.” That’s a mighty important IF.

That’s why we have not given up. We continue to hand out walking sticks, maybe not in the hundreds but one, two, three at a time, taking advantage of every opportunity the Lord gives. Despite Coronavirus, despite torn rotator cuffs, and irritations no larger that a mouse, we will not give up until God says it’s time to do so. Here’s just a few of the opportunities God has set before us:

  1. We’ve been able to share with many family members, handing out walking sticks to them and their neighbors and hearing stories of them sharing the sticks and message with others.
  2. Within 30 minutes of checking in at our camp ground, Pete had shared the Gospel with 16 campers and given them walking sticks.
  3. We have built a special relationship with our neighboring camper Owen, a personable teenager, and have been able to share the Gospel with him and continue to pray for the day he makes a decision to follow Jesus.
  4. We continue to search out open festivals, flea and farmer’s markets where we can set up our tent and hand out walking sticks, hopefully in August and early September.

Psalm 135:6-7

“Whatever the LORD pleases, he does,

in the heavens and on the earth,

in the seas and all the deeps.

He it is who makes the clouds rise at the end of the earth, who makes lightnings for

the rain and brings forth the wind from his storehouses.”

If this summer has taught us anything, it is that God is the one in control. He is the one with the power and authority to make things happen, or to stop them from taking place. And his purpose is always for our good.

Sometimes his purpose is to prepare us and strengthen us for what is ahead.

Sometimes his purpose is to test us.

Sometimes his purpose is to train us.

The same is true in your life as well. You’re not steering the boat. God is. And that’s good news!

There are not words enough to express how grateful we are for your continued support, both financially and prayerfully through this time of coronavirus. Please continue to pray for us and possible upcoming events.

  1. For our neighbor Owen’s salvation.
  2. That we will have an impact on the lives of more campers and have opportunity to share Jesus with them.
  3. That God’s will be done as far as opening flea and farm markets and that we will have opportunity and funds to take advantage of every door God opens.
  4. That we will stay virus-free.
  5. That Pete’s surgery and rehab will be 100% successful and fast.
  6. The Sunbelt Festival in Georgia in October. Please pray that God would be preparing hearts even now to hear the Gospel.
  7. Upcoming events this winter and spring in Florida.
  8. RV and car will have no problems as we head back to Florida in September.

Thank you for partnering together with us with your prayers and financial support. All gifts are tax deductible. You may click on the Give page if God leads you to give to the ministry of the Fellowship of Christian Farmers International. Please write Pete and Sandy Singer in the memo.

Blessings–Pete and Sandy

TRAVELING THROUGH STORMS

I believe people from Florida have the most experience traveling through storms. Besides hurricanes, storms happen almost every day during the summer months. And they most often arrive right in the middle of afternoon rush hour. The sky turns dark, thunder cracks, darts of lightening flash from sky to earth, winds howl, and rain falls in sheets. And if you’re a Floridian, you just keep driving, even when the water is halfway to your hubcaps.

St. George Island lighthouse. Almost from day one of our journey north, we drove through storms.

Florida’s stormy shores are protected by 29 lighthouses. I love lighthouses. I collect books about them, hang pictures of them, take pictures of them and even fill every nook of our RV with my collection. They are the one belonging I was unable to part with when we moved from our house into the RV.

The reason I love lighthouses is simple. They remind me of Jesus, who is the light of the world; and the call he has on each of our lives to shine his light into this dangerous, dark and stormy place.

Coronavirus. The tragic murder of George Floyd. Riots. Famines. The suffering never seems to end. We have suffered through some terrifying storms these last few months.

If we read our Bibles alongside our newspapers, we see many signs of the end times. The prophet Amos warned (Amos 6:11):

“Behold the days are coming,” declares the LORD God, “when I will send a famine on the land–not a famine of bread, nor a thirst for water, but of hearing the words of the LORD.”

Does that sound like our world today?

About a hundred years prior to that, the prophet Nahum was already saying the same thing. In Nahum 2:13b he warned:

And the voice of your messengers shall no longer be heard.

Pete and I realize that a free walking stick will not make a person listen to the salvation message. That’s the job of the Holy Spirit. Our job is to keep telling the story as long as God allows and to ask him to lead us to those who will listen, not only with their ears, but also with their souls. That’s why, each day of our journey we pray that God will lead us to people who will listen with their souls. People who are going through life’s storms are often the ones who listen best because they are keenly aware of their need for Jesus.

And God answers our prayers in the most miraculous ways.

While there isn’t time to share every story of how God opened up opportunities for us to use the walking sticks to share the gospel as we traveled north, I’d love to share a few.

As you read these stories, please keep in mind that without your financial and prayer support, we wouldn’t have even one story to share.

Our first major opportunity to share the gospel took place on the second day of our trip when Pete and I were walking the dog. We hadn’t planned to stop, but Bella had insisted on going outside.

That’s when we met Brooke, a young homeless woman. When she walked past us, we smiled and said, “Hello.”

A few minutes later she returned. “You said hello to me,” she said. “Maybe I can ask you a favor.”

“What’s the favor?”

From the tone of her voice and body language, it was easy to see this woman was accustomed to rejection. “Would you let me use your plug in to charge my phone?” She held up a battered phone with a broken screen. “All I need is ten minutes and I promise I’ll be gone.”

Ten minutes, plenty of time to share the gospel. I knew Pete and I were thinking the same thing, and so we did what the world might say is a foolish thing.

We invited a homeless woman into our RV.

It wasn’t long before tears were streaming down Brooke’s face. She rolled up her sleeves and showed us her needle scarred arms. “I just got out of jail,” she admitted. “Drugs. I try to stop.” She was jumpy, looking out the window every couple minutes, afraid her pimp would find her. “But it’s hard.”

When we asked if she had family who could help, the rest of her story emerged. Brooke had been raised in a Christian home and accepted Christ as a child. By the time she married and had four children, she had walked away from the Lord and was occasionally using drugs. She turned to the Lord once again, but within weeks of her decision, her youngest child, only two-years-old, died.

That’s when she was thrown into the darkest and stormiest days of her life. Once again, she turned from the Lord and to drugs, which only increased her darkness. Her husband divorced her and she lost custody of her children. To support her drug habit, she became a prostitute. The night before we met her, she had slept with a stranger, just to have a bed to sleep in. Most nights she slept in the woods.

When I made her a sandwich and gave her a coke, she accepted it as if I had placed a steak dinner in front of her. As she ate, we continued to share the gospel. She understood. But did not believe God would accept someone like her. We cried with her, hugged her, and offered help so she could get off the street and into the arms of Jesus.

I’m sad to report that Brooke stepped out of our RV with Bible verses in her hand, but without turning to Jesus. As we watched her walk away, we prayed and we have not stopped praying for this young woman. God so desperately loves her and wants back.

Please let us know if you will pray for Brooke with us.

Before Brooke left, she gave me her mother’s phone number. I called her mom who confirmed everything Brooke told us. Understandably, Brooke’s family has pretty much given up on her, but her mom was thankful to know her daughter was still alive. She took down the information I gave her of Christian organizations who may be able to help Brooke.

With almost everything closed, gas stations were about the only place where we made contact with people. We shared the gospel and handed out the walking sticks at every station that we stopped in. At one station in Mississippi a man saw the Fellowship of Christian Farmers trailer and came up to Pete to tell him that he’d gotten a walking stick from Pete last Fall in Moultrie Georgia.

One gas station stands out in our minds.

The station looked like this one…after fifty years of grease, wear and tear. It was on the edge of a town that did not look at all like its name. Paradise.

“You’ve got to be more careful where you stop.” Clearly, Pete was not happy when I stepped from the car and met him at the door of the RV. “Did you lock the car? Look around, this is not a safe place.”

I looked. Pete was right. I was convinced that the phrase, Just hanging out, must have been born on this very spot. Clearly the people hanging out at this station had suffered through their share of life’s storms. An elderly man, weathered and wrinkled, sat on the ground, leaning against one of the gas pumps. At the rear of the station, two men leaned against a rusted pickup.

Despite his initial feelings, Pete approached the man sitting on the ground next to the pump. He offered him a walking stick and as he was sharing the gospel the men from the pickup, gathered around Pete. News spread fast that we were giving out free walking sticks. In all, we were able to share the gospel with six men and women at that little run down gas station. In the end, Pete was overjoyed that we had stopped there.

We were encouraged to see this truck parked along the highway.

Another place we were able to hand out walking sticks and share the gospel was at restaurants. Since we were traveling on a tight budget, we usually stopped at Cracker Barrels because they welcome RVer’s and allow them to spend the night in their parking lots. Most times we would order takeout and eat in the RV. But one night when we were in a state that had opened their restaurants to limited dining, we decided to eat inside the restaurant.

As usual, we carried our walking sticks with us. While I looked around the store, Pete stopped to explain the walking stick to who he thought was the hostess. The lady’s eyes filled with tears. “I know who I need to give this to,” she said. By the time we left the restaurant, we’d given out thirteen walking sticks to employees and customers. And the person Pete thought was the hostess was actually the restaurant manager who was so grateful that she paid for our dinners.

We simply can’t out give God.

By the time we reached Arkansas, we’d been on the road for over a week and needed to spend the money on a campground so I could do the laundry. God provided a clean and peaceful place at a reasonable price. While there, we were able to share with the campground owner and a few campers.

We also took a side trip to Hot Springs National Park where God gave us opportunity to share the gospel surrounded by his extravagant beauty. Every encounter seemed as natural as our surroundings.

Pete walking through the park, walking stick in hand.

Inside the national park, God provided opportunities to share the gospel with precious folks who we probably won’t meet again this side of heaven. This sweet young woman is a nurse enjoying her day off with her son.

Unfortunately, the home for unwed mothers we had hoped to visit in Missouri was still shut down due to the virus, so we spent a night at Ron and Ruth Mays, wonderful friends from ECHO. We had a great time and when they heard the gospel presented using the walking stick they felt it would be something their pastor would be interested in. They also gave us some leads on festivals for next summer in Missouri. We are praying that God will open doors for us there.

Pete and I with Ron and Ruth at their Missouri home.

While not everyone we spoke with accepted Jesus, we did not encounter one person who refused to listen. In days like the ones we’re living in, that is a miracle and we know seeds were scattered along our route. Many of the people we spoke with were already Christians and most were anxious to use the walking sticks and reading material to tell others about God’s plan of salvation.

Please continue to pray for these things:

1. As cities begin to open up, opportunities to set up our tent at summer festivals

2. Souls saved

3. Continued health for our RV–praise Jesus we had no problems on our trip north

4. Continued health for us

5. Brooke and the others we shared with on our way north

6. God will continue to meet our needs.

Thank you!

We can’t thank you enough for partnering with us with your prayers and financial support. God is using you to make this ministry possible. If you feel God leading you to support this ministry, simply click on Give at the top of the page. All gifts are tax deductible.

We love you all!

ON THE ROAD AGAIN

Pete and Bella filling the RV

Coronavirus.

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Coronavirus. How has that one word impacted your life? Has it kept you from church fellowship? Has it kept you from ministry? Have you lost income? Have you or someone you love suffered with the virus?

Are you living with fears you never had before?

When we started ministering with the Fellowship of Christian Farmers, we’d never heard of Coronavirus. We believed plagues of this type belonged in history books, not in newspapers and blogs, and certainly not anything that would turn our 2020 world up-side-down.

At least not in America.

But here we are with the rest of the country wearing masks, going through gallons of hand sanitizer, good-byes without hugs, dealing with innumerable cancellations, and praying about things we thought would never touch our lives.

Before Coronavirus with our daughter and Florida grandkids

Today, as we leave Florida, saying good bye to our Florida family (our daughter and four grandchildren) is difficult, but thankfully we know we will see them when we return in September.

Saying good-bye to two special friends who are under Hospice care has been most difficult. Unless God intervenes, these dear friends won’t be here when we return. Oh, how we longed to hug them and hold them close one last time, but because of coronavirus, we couldn’t. For their well-being, we had to stand at a heartbreaking distance.

Through all this, we’ve been praying for you, praying that you will stay healthy, that God will use this time to draw you closer to Him, and that He will supply all your needs according to His riches in glory.

Just as He promised.

We’ve also been praying for ourselves, asking God what He would have us do during this unexpected time when it seems we have no control over even a mile we travel.

But isn’t that the way it’s always been? God is the one in control, not us. Maybe, as spoiled Americans, God is using (not causing) this enemy virus to remind us that He is the ONE in control.

Before we set out on the road, I’m anxious to share with you how God amazingly answered our prayers about the direction He would have us go.



A couple weeks ago when I was home alone, God spoke to me, the way He often does with a quiet inside knowing. He impressed upon me that we should head north as planned, despite the cancelled events. Every time we stop for gas or to let Bella run–every time we exit our vehicles–we should carry a walking stick. God will lead folks to ask about the walking sticks. When they do, we are to ask permission to share the story of the beads (the Gospel) and give them the walking stick along with the printed material. He assured me that He would send the people if we carry the sticks.

Later that evening when I shared this with Pete, he shook his head in amazement. That same day, God had told him the exact thing.

And so as we leave, we’re not exactly sure of the route we’ll be taking. We know we’ll be traveling slow, stopping to walk along a few Panhandle beaches with our walking sticks, praying for the Lord to give us opportunities to share the Gospel.

After that, we will continue north. If things open up in Missouri, we have an invitation to share the Gospel at a very large home for unwed mothers. We’ve always had a heart for the brave young women who give birth to their babies instead of taking the seemingly easy way out with abortion.

Once in Minnesota, we still have several opportunities to share at community festivals, unless the governor decides it’s best to keep the state closed. We also have a large event in South Carolina in July and another significant event in Michigan in August (if the Michigan governor allows).

Pete will be driving the RV and towing the Fellowship of Christian Farmers trailer. I’ll be driving the car, so it will be quite a costly trip. But we are cutting expenses and our chance of coming in contact with the virus by spending nights in Cracker Barrel parking lots, rather than camp grounds.

Thank you for praying and so generously supporting this ministry. We believe the time is short before Christ’s return. We are humbled and grateful to be used by the Lord at this time. There’s nothing as wonderful as praying with someone to receive Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior.

Even with so many cancelled events, our expenses continue. During the last few weeks the lettering has been put on the trailer. We also had the expense of vehicle licensing. Since this was the first time the RV was registered in Florida, we had an added expense that we had not prepared for.

But God had, to the very penny, through a gift from dear friends. We’ve also been given a supply of top-quality masks and disinfectant wipes.

Words can’t express how grateful we are for each of you who have supported us with your gifts and prayers. You are a crucial part of the ministry of winning people to our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.

If God leads you to give a gift of any size, please click on the giving page. All gifts are tax deductable.

And if God is leading you to pray, we are most grateful for every prayer.

Prayer concerns:

1. That the folks who received Jesus Christ at last winter’s events will be discipled in a Bible believing church and grow in Christ.

2. Safe travel as we head north.

3. Opportunities to share the Gospel along the road.

4. No vehicle problems or unexpected expenses.

5. That God will keep us healthy as we travel.

6. The safe opening of states.

7. That we will be able to minister at the home in Missouri.

May God continue to bless you as you serve Him. May He keep you and your family healthy during this time, and may He use you to bless others in His most powerful name, the name of Jesus Christ.

In His Grip,

Pete and Sandy Singer

HOW TO CELEBRATE EASTER WHEN THE SANCTUARY DOORS ARE CLOSED

When I see this picture of Pete “hitchhiking” to the top of Mount Arbel in Israel, I’m reminded of the story of another hitchhiker.

He was a young man. The day after he graduated high school, he left his small town and family and headed to the big city where he got a job and enjoyed all the new freedom the big city offered.

Every so often, he’d hitchhike home, a walk of over 200 miles. It was a difficult journey. His feet would hurt and depending on the time of year, he would either be shivering in the cold or ready to pass out from the heat. On one of his trips he was offered a ride from an old man. He’d barely took his place in the car when the old man told him he was a preacher. If he thinks he’s going to convince me of anything, he’s a crazy fool, the young man said to himself. But the old preacher man shared many of the same verses that we share when we minister the Gospel with The Fellowship of Christian Farmers.

When the man quoted Romans 3:23, For all have sinned, and fall short of the glory of God, the young man agreed. “Ya, I know I’m a sinner.” But as the preacher continued, the young man grew more and more uncomfortable. “Sure, I know I’m going to hell,” he said. “Don’t waste your time on me. Just let me out of this car right now.”

Pulling over to the side of the road, the preacher did as asked. As he drove away, I can almost see him looking into his rearview mirror and waving to the long-haired hitchhiker standing alone on the side of the road. I can almost hear his whispered prayer. Get a grip on that boy, Father. One day may he repent of his sin and ask the Lord Jesus Christ to be his Savior.

The young man often told the story of the crazy old preacher who had picked him up. In fact, it gave him and his friends many good laughs. What no one knew was that the old man’s words kept playing in his mind.

Over and over.

“For all have sinned…the wages of sin is death…the gift of God is eternal life…for by grace you have been saved through faith…the Lord laid your sin on Jesus…eternal life, a gift from God.”

About five years later the old preacher’s prayer was answered. The young man came to the end of himself, he repented and asked Jesus Christ into his heart.

Who was that old preacher? Only God knows.

Who was the young man? Let me show you his picture.

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You might ask what this story has to do with sanctuaries being closed on Easter Sunday.

Church doors in Punta Gorda, Florida

Good News!

The picture above is not a picture of the church. It’s a picture of a church building.

We are the Church.

When Pete sat down in that old preacher’s car, he sat down next to the church–next to the Lord’s sanctuary. First Corinthians 3:16-17 makes it clear:

Do you not know that you are God’s temple and that God’s Spirit dwells in you? If anyone destroys God’s temple, God will destroy him. For God’s temple is holy, and you are that temple.

When the church building’s doors are locked and its sanctuary is empty, the Church is still the Church. The Church still worships. The Church still goes about its mission to win souls and glorify Him.

The Church still celebrates Easter.

Likewise, those of us with The Fellowship of Christian Farmers, continue to minister. Despite the fact that, for a short time, our events have been cancelled, our mission to tell others about Jesus goes on. We might not be setting up tents, but we are sharing. We are handing out walking sticks to those who will stop and listen, even if it is from a safe distance. We are praying and planning for the day when the tents go up once again.

During this time, we continue to need your help. Thank you to those who so generously support the ministry. We are grateful.

Please join us along our road this month by:

1) Praying for the hundreds who recently received Christ as their Lord and Savior at one of the Fellowship of Christian Farmer events. Pray for their growth during this difficult time of locked church doors. Pray that the Church will reach out, encourage, and support them.

2) Pray that the Lord will continue to prepare us to be His sanctuary and for Pete and me to be alert and obedient to the Holy Spirit’s voice. May we grab hold of every opportunity He gives us to share the colored bead story in this time of quarantine when so many find themselves in despair.

3) If you are able, click on our giving page and pray about giving. Any gift, no matter the size will be appreciated during this time of need. All gifts are tax deductible.

We love you. Have a blessed Easter. And don’t forget YOU too are His Sanctuary!

Swamp Cabbage Days Yielded Amazing Harvest

The Fellowship of Christian Farmers gave out over 1100 walking sticks at the Swamp Cabbage Festival and close to 200 folks prayed to receive Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior!

By the time the Swamp Cabbage Festival in La Belle Florida came to an end, we were exhausted. The bones in my feet throbbed as I dropped into the car next to Pete. My back seemed like it was on fire. I felt as if I could spend the next week sleeping. But as I looked back over the events of the last few days–the Gospel presented over 1100 times and almost 200 folks who prayed to receive Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior– none of that mattered.

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I knew only one thing. It was all a small price to pay for such an incredible harvest.

Kathy Brown and Pete reading instructions on how to set up our new tent. If we only knew then what God was going to do, we wouldn’t have needed jackets to keep us warm on a day with unseasonably cold winds.
Setting up for an event takes a lot of work. Pete and Bill Brown hanging one of the signs.

“How do you think it went?” I asked Pete as we drove home when the festival was finished.

Pete’s eyes filled with tears. “There’s just nothing better than this,” he said. “I still can’t believe God is using us to share the Gospel in this way. Lives are being changed for eternity. And God is allowing us to be part of it.”

For the rest of our drive we shared stories about the people we met, those we served alongside and those we witnessed to.

Sandy sharing the Gospel with some young women.

*Here are a few stories and photo memories

*Sandy prayed with a little 10 year old boy who had been abandoned by his atheist father, dropped off on the doorstep of his aunt’s home. It was easy to see the aunt and her husband had little money, but they knew Jesus and had brought the boy into their home and into their church. What a joy it was to pray with this little boy to receive Jesus as his Lord and Savior and to assure him that he was loved by God and created for a wonderful purpose.

*A couple in their early sixties who had just lost their son to cancer. It was the second child they’d lost, the first at only three years of age. Grief rode on their shoulders and poured from their eyes. After praying to receive Christ, Kathy spoke with them. She too had lost a child and knew just the right words to say. They left with new hope in their hearts.

*Pete spoke with group of teenagers, three boys and one girl, who came to get free walking sticks. Three boys left with only a walking stick but, even though her friends declined to pray, the girl prayed to receive Jesus as her Lord and Savior. It was an amazing act of courage for a teenager.

*A family–dad, mom, and daughter around ten years old prayed the salvation prayer together. After they prayed, the dad broke out in a huge smile, rested his hands on his chest and said, “I felt something warm in here. This is real.”

We believe it’s important to work together with local churches so new Christians have a place to grow. We are so grateful for the help Pastor Jorge (on left) from Life Ministries Church in La Belle gave us. He even came out to help us set up for the event.

The Swamp Cabbage Festival is La Belle’s biggest community event, drawing people from several states and even Canada.

Pastor Jeff from Grace Baptist Church showed up bright and early on Saturday. He shared the Gospel with countless folks during the day. It was a blessing to have local Pastors share alongside us. Only the Lord knows the impact they had and will continue to have in their community.

Pastor Jeff from Grace Baptist

This is what life-changing moments look like. Who knows, maybe one of these young people will go on to share the Gospel with thousands. As I look at the people in this picture, I’m reminded of this: “How then will they call on him in whom they have not believed? And how are they to believe in him of whom they have never heard? And how are they to hear without someone preaching? And how are they to preach unless they are sent? As it is written, ‘How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the good news.'”

Will you to partner with us? Your prayers are priceless. Check our schedule to see if we will be in your area. Stop by. We’d love to see you. And if God leads you to give, click on give. Your gifts are tax deductible and greatly needed for this ministry to continue.

We love you All.

THE PRICE OF A SOUL

Pete sharing the Gospel at the Manatee Festival in Crystal River, Florida. January 2020

What price do you place on a soul? Most important, what price does God place on a single soul?

The answer to that question flows through Scripture from Genesis to Revelation. Jesus spoke of this very thing in Matthew 20:28 when he told his disciples that He didn’t come to to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.

Why would Jesus Christ become a lowly servant? Why would He willingly suffer public humiliation, beatings that tore His flesh to shreds, death on the cross, descend into hell, and rise again? Because of His great love for us.

Because the value of each soul cannot be measured, even in the purest gold.

Those of us who grew up attending Sunday school, church and summer Bible camp, those of us surrounded by Bibles and books filled with stories of missionaries reaching the unreached in faraway lands, often find it difficult to believe that the family living next door may be just as “unreached” as the family who lives in a faraway land.

Manatee Festival

But we meet them every week. According to Global Frontier Missions, the United States has the third largest number of unreached people groups in the world. In other words, the unreached are among us. They are our neighbors, our children’s teachers, our pet groomers, our beauticians, our auto mechanics. They are the soldiers we are sending off to war. They are the soldiers who may not come home.

Pete’s eyes filled with tears as he shared this story from two weeks ago:

“The whole family came to our tent–mom (already a believer), her young daughter and two sons. The 18 year old son told me he was getting ready to go into the Marines. He was so proud. When he told me he was going to be a foot soldier, I thought to myself this young man may loose his life for our country. Would he face eternity with Jesus or without Him? We talked a while and then I shared the Gospel. Praise God, he, as well as his younger brother, prayed to receive Jesus as Lord and Savior. How can we put a price on this young man’s soul?”

This young man is just one of the reasons we want to thank our supporters, those who pray, give, and volunteer. You are the ones who make this ministry possible. The Gospel was shared over 1000 times at the 2-day Manatee Festival. Over 1000 walking sticks were given out, some to Christians who promised to use them to witness to family and friends, some to those who rejected the Gospel, some to folks who just wanted to “think” about God’s offer of salvation.

And over 16 walking sticks were given to folks who accepted Jesus as their Lord and Savior.

The Fellowship of Christian Farmers’ Walking Stick with its simple message of salvation.

The total cost to be part of this 2-day festival was about $2400. At this time, we have 11 additional community festvals and events scheduled with more waiting to be added as we head north this summer.

Pete sharing the Gospel in Crystal River. Proof that we come expecting God to do great things can be seen in all the walking sticks in the milk can and in the tent, ready to give to each person who listens to the simple Gospel presentation.

We invite you to join us along the road. Here’s how:

1. Pray. Especially as we head into the south’s busy season and prepare to head north, we need your prayers for God to open the eyes and ears of those we meet. We also ask you to pray for our health and strength, that our RV and car would keep running without any major repairs, and that God will provide the needed funds.

2. If you are led to help with a tax-deductible gift, please click on the GIVE button at the top of this page.

3. Click on TRAVEL CALENDAR to see when we will be in your area. New events are added from week to week. If we’re in your area, please stop by. We’d love to see you.

4. Share this blog with friends.

5. Talk to your pastor about welcoming new believers to your church. We are always adding to our list of Bible preaching/teaching churches that we can refer new Christians to.

Thank you, Friends.

See You Along the Road,

Pete and Sandy Singer

But God

 Have you ever doubted your ability to be used by God?

Pete and I have. We’ve looked at others and thought they are better equipped to serve and share the Gospel than we. No doubt that’s true. That’s why it’s important to remember it’s not about our ability.

It’s about God’s.

But God. How many times have I sat down with my Bible, read those two words and known God was about to grab hold of the impossible and make it a reality?

That’s just what He did when He took hold of our plans to take a cruise to celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary.

Even before we booked our cruise, we knew what the real purpose was. The Lord had been speaking to our hearts, encouraging us to hold church services and Bible studies during the two weeks we’d be at sea. So, once our cruise was booked, with a very shaky voice, I made the necessary call.  “We’d like to hold church services during the cruise.” The silence on the other end of the line told me that the person I was speaking with didn’t quite know how to respond. “It would be great if you could place notices in the daily schedule, so passengers are aware of the opportunity.”

“How many services are we talking about?” The woman sounded more than a little reluctant.

“Three,” I said. “One each Sunday and then there’s Thanksgiving.”

Ridiculous. Impossible. The negative words shot through my mind, like torpedoes trying to sink God’s plans.

But God would not let me keep silent.

“And we would like to host Bible studies every day that the ship is at sea.” With each word, the request seemed increasingly impossible. “We’ll only need one small room for the Bible study and maybe one of your lounges for church services.” A few days later, the answer came.

“Yes.”

It wasn’t long before our good friends Dave and Wendy and Doug and Peggy offered to help with the services and Bible studies.God put together an amazing team. Doug helped with preaching, Peggy led worship, Dave and Wendy led prayer, took care of technical needs, helped organize and build bridges with passengers and crew. Pete and I led the Bible studies. And Pete shared messages at the church services.

The morning of our first church service I stood on our balcony looking out at the ocean, wondering if even one person would show up. The doubts were like the saltwater surrounding us. And I had to stop drinking its poison. My thoughts traveled to the meeting Jesus had with the woman at the well. Just one woman. Yes, Jesus showed up for only one. He offered her water (John 4:7-26), the same water that would be offered during the church services and Bible studies.

Living Water.                        

Despite our doubts, God made the impossible happen. From day one, attendance at the church services exceeded anything we had imagined. Doug’s message on Forgiveness struck many who were struggling to forgive. Thanksgiving testimonies touched hearts and minds, giving God all the glory. By the time of our final church service, attendance had outgrown the lounge and we were moved to the ship’s theatre where Pete presented the Gospel using the Fellowship of Christian Farmer beads. Several passengers came forward for prayer.

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We gave out over 200 bracelets. Many more were mailed after the cruise. From day one, the room set aside for Bible study was too small. A second room had to be added. Precious relationships were formed as we studied God’s Word and prayed for each other.

When the impossible is placed in God’s hands, He changes it into the possible.

And eternity is altered.

Again, this weekend on January 18th and 19th, we step into a But God opportunity at the Manatee Festival in Crystal River, Florida where we will hand out Fellowship of Christian Farmers walking sticks and share the life-changing Gospel of Jesus Christ. Please pray for safety, health, and provision as we travel. Pray for those who stop by our tent that God will soften their hearts as they listen to the story of the beads. And pray that eternity will be altered for many.

But God.