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Monday, March 16, 2009
Sunday, August 17, 2008
First Real Mission
It’s almost the end of the week, and we’ve run out of projects, supplies and motivation.
For the past few years Todd and I have sponsored our church’s youth mission trips to Queretaro, Mexico. In general, we know what to expect. A little paint here, a little polish there, some late-night tacos, an evangelistic drama—all in the name of the Lord.
The truth is, no one really cares. As I unpack the paints, I think, “Haven’t we painted this wall before?” We are frustrated, the students are uninspired and, worst of all, the nationals we have come to serve are unaffected.
One of the men from our group comes up to us and says, “About two more hours, and we can clean up here and head for dinner.”
“Two hours, huh?” I sigh.
I close my eyes and try to think how to fill that time, until Todd interrupts my thoughts: “Remember the orphanage we visited in Albania?” he asks, his back to me, bent over, cleaning some paintbrushes.
“Sure. Why?”
“You think there are any in this town?”
Even before he can stand up and turn around, I’m gone. I dash over to where our teens are talking to some of their Mexican counterparts.
“Orphanage-o? Orphanatorio? Orphanagorio?” I try every combination with my best Mexican accent to get a reaction. “Aquí?” (“Here?”)
“Sí. Sí.” They look at me, laughing, either because the answer is obvious or because of my funny words. I don’t know which.
I wish I could say that Todd and I sat down right then and made a plan, but we didn’t. The truth is, within 10 minutes of his question, we leave the students with the other adult sponsors, and we’re in a taxi trying to find an orphanage.
Looking back now, it seems foolish. We didn’t speak much Spanish, didn’t have much money if we got into trouble, and were in a city where we could have easily gotten lost. An hour later, we’re standing in front of a children’s home on a dusty road, knocking at the door as we wave goodbye to our taxi driver.
We hear a series of locks, bolts and chains being unlatched, and the door swings open. Have you ever heard the expression “his face is an open book”? Well, the title of the book on the face of the man who answers the door is Who the Heck Are You? Even though he’s sitting in a wheelchair, he seems eight feet tall. Seeing him makes us wonder if all those locks are to keep people out or keep children in. While he waits for us to explain ourselves, I catch a glimpse of a child over his shoulder.
We struggle with our bad Spanish for more than an hour but don’t get far. Finally, frustrated, Todd gives up and starts playing basketball with some of the boys, leaving me to continue the conversation. For a while we watch Todd in silence, our host with a blank expression on his face and me hoping we really are on a holy errand.
The thought crosses my mind, Has this man already asked us to leave in Spanish and we just didn’t understand? Or is this something that You planned, Lord?
Finally, the man turns to me and says, “I can understand you. I’m an American.”
I can’t believe it. Why did he pretend? I know I should be mad—but my first thought is gratitude that we can now communicate.
He continues, “I’m a Vietnam War vet. I came to work with abandoned children because I know what it means to be tossed aside. Like them, I’m trying to forget the people who failed me. I don’t always trust outsiders.”
I say nothing.
Todd, who has overheard everything, walks over from the court, with the ball under his arm, and says, “We have $200, 25 eager students and a whole day left in our trip. Is there anything we can do for you if we come back tomorrow?”
The man shifts his eyes and says softly, “The children haven’t had meat in a year, and that window up there is broken.”
Sometimes just talking can cost you. His admission costs him something, and our request costs us as well. We all overcome our fears and say things that are uncomfortable. But we do it. As we sit there on that bench, sipping our lemonade, I know what’s happened: Our first real mission has begun.
The next day, with a much clearer sense of purpose, we set out for the children’s home. On the way, we stop at a market to buy food and toys. When we get to the front door, the children are waiting, laughing and asking if “Michael Jordan” has come back.
We have 200 hamburgers, a new window, and our crew of teenagers.
The orphanage is built like a bullfighting arena, with a large open area in the middle. Steep stairs go up to the dorms on the top layer, which encircle the courtyard below. We set up the grill in the courtyard and begin serving the meal.
After all 40 of the kids receive their hamburgers and second helpings, we find ourselves still flipping burgers. From behind the grill, Todd whispers, “What’s going on? These kids can’t still be hungry; go see if you can figure out where all the food’s wandering off to.”
So I mingle with the kids, who are holding napkins full of hamburgers. Some are carrying them up to their rooms; I follow one little preschool girl up the stairs to the dormitory, and with each step, it’s almost as if I can feel her leading me, wanting me to see something. When we reach the top, she hesitates only slightly as she enters and leaves me standing in the doorway.
She’s hiding the hamburger patties under her mattress.
When I walk into the room, some of the other girls are startled and one of them starts to cry. Why? Do they think I’ll be mad? Yell at them? Hit them? Take the hamburgers back? I don’t know, but none of those things even occur to me. I simply help the little girl I followed lift her heavy mattress.
After we carefully hide the girl’s hamburger, I take her hand, and we head back out the door. Then I stop and send her down to get Todd. After he bounds up the stairs, we stand together in that doorway, and something happens to us, right there, that we don’t even realize at the time. But when I chart the events of my life that followed, they trace back to that moment in the doorway.
We walk slowly down the stairs, trying to think of how we might be able to buy more hamburgers. At the bottom, the director is watching us skeptically, waiting for our reaction, and he explains that the kids often save food for later. Even though we know the hamburgers won’t keep long, none of us has the heart to stop them.
That day Todd and I had a defining moment—an experience that impacted our thinking, touched our hearts and compelled us into a new course of action. It changed our lives. I used to be afraid of that word, change, as if it implied, somehow, that I need to be corrected. But now I have a different view of change. It is a shift in perspective, and not the Extreme Home Makeover kind of change we see on television. It is a shift in what we think we are capable of. In where we want to see our life heading. In how we are willing to spend our time, talents and resources.
When people tell me about how God “moved” them, it is that kind of shift, I believe, they are talking about. It’s a step in a new direction that we couldn’t have taken on our own. Sometimes defining moments result in immediate and complete life transformations, like it did for the apostle Paul on the road to Damascus; but more often, such moments are more subtle, things we can only see in hindsight.
For me, the hamburger incident was not a defining moment that lit up in neon lights. Not at all. I flew home the next day, went back to work, headed to the grocery store, called my friends—but there was a difference. I have since described it as being like a burr under my saddle. I knew I would never feel quite comfortable again. Something inside me had shifted, and after the supernatural pleasure of that “defining moment,” like an addict, I knew I wanted another hit.
Before that trip to Mexico, I was not a bad person. I wasn’t doing anything wrong that required major discipline in my life. But that trip was more like a big wooden marker in the shape of an arrow pointing to someplace I couldn’t see—a place I was nervous about, but excited to explore. Just a week before the trip, the path I was on in my life had seemed fine, but now, in light of that experience, I didn’t want fine anymore. For a year afterward, I moved around on that saddle trying to get comfortable again, but there was that silly burr, always reminding me that I had changed that afternoon in Mexico. That is what reckless faith does—it propels me faster and harder toward God’s true plan for my life.
Todd and I talked hundreds of hours in the following year about those hamburgers and about all the people we knew who could buy food for orphans if they only knew there was a need and how important they could be in meeting that need. It became clear that the arrow was pointing us back to Mexico, and so, without much guidance other than a vague sense of the rightness of the decision, we moved to Monterrey.
Today, when people look at our organization and ask about strategy, vision casting, projection and planning, we just smile. It would be tempting to spin it all so it seems more polished.
But the truth is, it started with a little girl hiding a hamburger under her mattress.
Taken from Reckless Faith © 2008 by Beth Guckenberger. Used by permission of Zondervan.
For the past few years Todd and I have sponsored our church’s youth mission trips to Queretaro, Mexico. In general, we know what to expect. A little paint here, a little polish there, some late-night tacos, an evangelistic drama—all in the name of the Lord.
The truth is, no one really cares. As I unpack the paints, I think, “Haven’t we painted this wall before?” We are frustrated, the students are uninspired and, worst of all, the nationals we have come to serve are unaffected.
One of the men from our group comes up to us and says, “About two more hours, and we can clean up here and head for dinner.”
“Two hours, huh?” I sigh.
I close my eyes and try to think how to fill that time, until Todd interrupts my thoughts: “Remember the orphanage we visited in Albania?” he asks, his back to me, bent over, cleaning some paintbrushes.
“Sure. Why?”
“You think there are any in this town?”
Even before he can stand up and turn around, I’m gone. I dash over to where our teens are talking to some of their Mexican counterparts.
“Orphanage-o? Orphanatorio? Orphanagorio?” I try every combination with my best Mexican accent to get a reaction. “Aquí?” (“Here?”)
“Sí. Sí.” They look at me, laughing, either because the answer is obvious or because of my funny words. I don’t know which.
I wish I could say that Todd and I sat down right then and made a plan, but we didn’t. The truth is, within 10 minutes of his question, we leave the students with the other adult sponsors, and we’re in a taxi trying to find an orphanage.
Looking back now, it seems foolish. We didn’t speak much Spanish, didn’t have much money if we got into trouble, and were in a city where we could have easily gotten lost. An hour later, we’re standing in front of a children’s home on a dusty road, knocking at the door as we wave goodbye to our taxi driver.
We hear a series of locks, bolts and chains being unlatched, and the door swings open. Have you ever heard the expression “his face is an open book”? Well, the title of the book on the face of the man who answers the door is Who the Heck Are You? Even though he’s sitting in a wheelchair, he seems eight feet tall. Seeing him makes us wonder if all those locks are to keep people out or keep children in. While he waits for us to explain ourselves, I catch a glimpse of a child over his shoulder.
We struggle with our bad Spanish for more than an hour but don’t get far. Finally, frustrated, Todd gives up and starts playing basketball with some of the boys, leaving me to continue the conversation. For a while we watch Todd in silence, our host with a blank expression on his face and me hoping we really are on a holy errand.
The thought crosses my mind, Has this man already asked us to leave in Spanish and we just didn’t understand? Or is this something that You planned, Lord?
Finally, the man turns to me and says, “I can understand you. I’m an American.”
I can’t believe it. Why did he pretend? I know I should be mad—but my first thought is gratitude that we can now communicate.
He continues, “I’m a Vietnam War vet. I came to work with abandoned children because I know what it means to be tossed aside. Like them, I’m trying to forget the people who failed me. I don’t always trust outsiders.”
I say nothing.
Todd, who has overheard everything, walks over from the court, with the ball under his arm, and says, “We have $200, 25 eager students and a whole day left in our trip. Is there anything we can do for you if we come back tomorrow?”
The man shifts his eyes and says softly, “The children haven’t had meat in a year, and that window up there is broken.”
Sometimes just talking can cost you. His admission costs him something, and our request costs us as well. We all overcome our fears and say things that are uncomfortable. But we do it. As we sit there on that bench, sipping our lemonade, I know what’s happened: Our first real mission has begun.
The next day, with a much clearer sense of purpose, we set out for the children’s home. On the way, we stop at a market to buy food and toys. When we get to the front door, the children are waiting, laughing and asking if “Michael Jordan” has come back.
We have 200 hamburgers, a new window, and our crew of teenagers.
The orphanage is built like a bullfighting arena, with a large open area in the middle. Steep stairs go up to the dorms on the top layer, which encircle the courtyard below. We set up the grill in the courtyard and begin serving the meal.
After all 40 of the kids receive their hamburgers and second helpings, we find ourselves still flipping burgers. From behind the grill, Todd whispers, “What’s going on? These kids can’t still be hungry; go see if you can figure out where all the food’s wandering off to.”
So I mingle with the kids, who are holding napkins full of hamburgers. Some are carrying them up to their rooms; I follow one little preschool girl up the stairs to the dormitory, and with each step, it’s almost as if I can feel her leading me, wanting me to see something. When we reach the top, she hesitates only slightly as she enters and leaves me standing in the doorway.
She’s hiding the hamburger patties under her mattress.
When I walk into the room, some of the other girls are startled and one of them starts to cry. Why? Do they think I’ll be mad? Yell at them? Hit them? Take the hamburgers back? I don’t know, but none of those things even occur to me. I simply help the little girl I followed lift her heavy mattress.
After we carefully hide the girl’s hamburger, I take her hand, and we head back out the door. Then I stop and send her down to get Todd. After he bounds up the stairs, we stand together in that doorway, and something happens to us, right there, that we don’t even realize at the time. But when I chart the events of my life that followed, they trace back to that moment in the doorway.
We walk slowly down the stairs, trying to think of how we might be able to buy more hamburgers. At the bottom, the director is watching us skeptically, waiting for our reaction, and he explains that the kids often save food for later. Even though we know the hamburgers won’t keep long, none of us has the heart to stop them.
That day Todd and I had a defining moment—an experience that impacted our thinking, touched our hearts and compelled us into a new course of action. It changed our lives. I used to be afraid of that word, change, as if it implied, somehow, that I need to be corrected. But now I have a different view of change. It is a shift in perspective, and not the Extreme Home Makeover kind of change we see on television. It is a shift in what we think we are capable of. In where we want to see our life heading. In how we are willing to spend our time, talents and resources.
When people tell me about how God “moved” them, it is that kind of shift, I believe, they are talking about. It’s a step in a new direction that we couldn’t have taken on our own. Sometimes defining moments result in immediate and complete life transformations, like it did for the apostle Paul on the road to Damascus; but more often, such moments are more subtle, things we can only see in hindsight.
For me, the hamburger incident was not a defining moment that lit up in neon lights. Not at all. I flew home the next day, went back to work, headed to the grocery store, called my friends—but there was a difference. I have since described it as being like a burr under my saddle. I knew I would never feel quite comfortable again. Something inside me had shifted, and after the supernatural pleasure of that “defining moment,” like an addict, I knew I wanted another hit.
Before that trip to Mexico, I was not a bad person. I wasn’t doing anything wrong that required major discipline in my life. But that trip was more like a big wooden marker in the shape of an arrow pointing to someplace I couldn’t see—a place I was nervous about, but excited to explore. Just a week before the trip, the path I was on in my life had seemed fine, but now, in light of that experience, I didn’t want fine anymore. For a year afterward, I moved around on that saddle trying to get comfortable again, but there was that silly burr, always reminding me that I had changed that afternoon in Mexico. That is what reckless faith does—it propels me faster and harder toward God’s true plan for my life.
Todd and I talked hundreds of hours in the following year about those hamburgers and about all the people we knew who could buy food for orphans if they only knew there was a need and how important they could be in meeting that need. It became clear that the arrow was pointing us back to Mexico, and so, without much guidance other than a vague sense of the rightness of the decision, we moved to Monterrey.
Today, when people look at our organization and ask about strategy, vision casting, projection and planning, we just smile. It would be tempting to spin it all so it seems more polished.
But the truth is, it started with a little girl hiding a hamburger under her mattress.
Taken from Reckless Faith © 2008 by Beth Guckenberger. Used by permission of Zondervan.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Sneak Peak of 2oo8 Program!
I'm pretty sure you all are very curios bout what is gonna happen in the youth fellowship soon! Anywhere... Here's have some sneak little peak of what is gonna happen is the next few months. Climbing the mountain is really tough even though all accessories is well prepared, anywhere don't worry; we're not bringing you all to climb any mountain but we gonna bring you to an "roller-coaster" ride of several events that twisted your mind and feel a whole new world for you! Don't worry, is not brain washing!
Anywhere before any reviews being made... let me brief you what had happen in the past! With some added short clips, we bring you to a whole new world... with 2second animate motion pictures will show you what's had been describe to you!!! ^^ Enjoy...
Waaataar BarBQ! Having in Lentang River... Have u ever feels the joy of having cold and hot at the same time? Well, you definitely gotta try it! The idea is fantastic... And what is really amazing was we set up 2-3 BBQ pits in between the river, having a great bbq as well as steamboat in between it! And another great event that was organized by YF of Bentong Gospel Centre... Ohya ... Please keep the river clean! It's crystal clear water, so keep it fresh; don't ever treat it as your emergency toilet, and the toilet over there is well maintain wth 20cents service charge! :>
"Coasting" and "Bathing" with Elephant!
Bear from the Deer Sanctuary!
This time, the youth event bringing the teens joining with adult under the leading of our Elder Yap, heading into the Elephant Sanctuary! Riding the elephant as well as "coasting" and "bathing" with the elephant! Futher in, we also heading into deer sanctuary! Well, its not really all deer though, inside filling with snakes, bears, ostrich, birds, and rain deers! Smelling great while entering the sanctuary and mind your foot to prevent the great smell of "chocolate bar"! Feeding all animals with free supplied foods, the animals will automatically draw near to you! Further in, that's where Kampung Engang, where we have the fellowship with the Orang Asli, tasting their mystical cultures as well as their traditions!
Again! Water! But not BBQ, but water fiesta! Out of sudden, someone were joining us from a chrch who are celebrating their birthday on that day! That day is just whole wet wet wet !!! Don't think too much! Just ordinary Wet! Throwing with water balloon like dodge ball game in the lined up area. Joining with other church throwing water balloon at each other as a game added another highlight event for the Youth Fellowship of Bentong Gospel Centre!
Without forgetting those who is on their Birthday, our youth fellowship will always catch them up, locked them either in some favorite spots in Bentong such as our church, deli choice, or even in KFC! Celebration with friends and brothers-sisters in Christ, definitely another great joy of having each other in a moment of celebration!
Other Activities such as Visitation from many churches, a faithful bonding of one church to anther church stronghold and strengthen each other relationship! Churches from Kampar, Puchong Jaya, Bangsar, RBS... and many more visit each other bringing news of greetings, understanding of allies churches in promoting Christian as a light to the world! Beside visitation, there's also sub camp's activities that held in Jeram Besu, Water BBQ in 7Miles, Camp Fire and Camping outside the church, Caroling in Restaurants, Mountain Biking to Chammang Waterfalls and so on ...
Later of all that had been listed and sufing above! Our Youth also have many activities in the church, playing ping pong, caroms, Uno, cards games and also tea fellowship that encounter trust and confidence in each other in games and team building activities! Also not forgetting, floorball (like hockey), basketball, volleyball, mini football, futsal, badminton, captainball... and all sort of sports mostly can be done in the church!
Beside all these crazy activities, among the youth; there are some "activist" hyper active youth, follow them, one day you definitely eligible to become one of them! Yam Cha in Mamak Stall? Chit chat in cafeteria? Food tasting? Nah... all these just ordinary fellowship!!! Not so extreme yet! Wanna go extreme? you can search for these people among us! But REMEMBER, all these is not official event of Youth Fellowship Programs! Its only some crazy people doing some crazy things only!!! So what's crazy thing we do? Living in a small town of Bentong, although many places of interest but there all in a far distance to travel to!!! So, some of us or them figure out some where to entertain those crazy type of people! It's syok! It's just hyper active! Activities such as driving car up to Genting for yam cha session, somemore in Starbucks, First World! Photographing session with Js, cycling up to Genting Sempah for Mc Donald, Unbreakable spirit of reunion in Chammang waterfall after Agape 8, visit The Rock church in Bukit Tinggi ... Swimming and many activities and so on!!!
Our Annual Youth Camp had been running for the 8 Years! And guess what?! Our number is increasing rapidly... All these place was chosen and people who go for it deeeply enjoy their moment in the whole duration of camps! And fantastically, God really working among us, and because of Him, every single camp is another added victory for Him! And the Camp Theme set as AGAPE which mean sacrificial love like God's love to spare our sins and being saved! Places that we had visited...
Agape 1 = Genting Ria Apartments
Agape 2 = Agape Campsite, Port Dickson
Agape 3 = Melaka Gospel Hall
Agape 4 = Highland Christian Centre, Camerons
Agape 5 = Broga Campsite, Kajang
Agape 6 = Sg Ruan Methodist Campsite, Near to Raub
Agape 7 = Christian Convention Centre, Penang
Agape 8 = HCC, Camerons Highlands
Agape 9 = ???
Camp's Videos!!!
Added more...
Joint Camp with Ampang Gospel Centre in Golden Sands Campsite, Port Dickson
One Nght Camp in Tasik Bera, Temerloh
What's is gonna happen in the next few months? We deeply encourage you to join us in a mystery making of all these activities!!!
Youth Fellowship Every Saturday 4.00pm at Bentong Gospel Centre
Need Transport? Don't worry, Email us! We'll response to you in Time!!!
E-MAIL US
In KL, LOST? Don't worry again! We soooon, setting up a beacons of lights in KL soon!!!
Submitted by Js
Meant for Private Circulation only
9 Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thine heart, and in the sight of thine eyes: but know thou, that for all these things God will bring thee into judgment! Ecclesiastes 11:9
Anywhere before any reviews being made... let me brief you what had happen in the past! With some added short clips, we bring you to a whole new world... with 2second animate motion pictures will show you what's had been describe to you!!! ^^ Enjoy...
Waaataar BarBQ! Having in Lentang River... Have u ever feels the joy of having cold and hot at the same time? Well, you definitely gotta try it! The idea is fantastic... And what is really amazing was we set up 2-3 BBQ pits in between the river, having a great bbq as well as steamboat in between it! And another great event that was organized by YF of Bentong Gospel Centre... Ohya ... Please keep the river clean! It's crystal clear water, so keep it fresh; don't ever treat it as your emergency toilet, and the toilet over there is well maintain wth 20cents service charge! :>
"Coasting" and "Bathing" with Elephant!
Bear from the Deer Sanctuary!
This time, the youth event bringing the teens joining with adult under the leading of our Elder Yap, heading into the Elephant Sanctuary! Riding the elephant as well as "coasting" and "bathing" with the elephant! Futher in, we also heading into deer sanctuary! Well, its not really all deer though, inside filling with snakes, bears, ostrich, birds, and rain deers! Smelling great while entering the sanctuary and mind your foot to prevent the great smell of "chocolate bar"! Feeding all animals with free supplied foods, the animals will automatically draw near to you! Further in, that's where Kampung Engang, where we have the fellowship with the Orang Asli, tasting their mystical cultures as well as their traditions!
Again! Water! But not BBQ, but water fiesta! Out of sudden, someone were joining us from a chrch who are celebrating their birthday on that day! That day is just whole wet wet wet !!! Don't think too much! Just ordinary Wet! Throwing with water balloon like dodge ball game in the lined up area. Joining with other church throwing water balloon at each other as a game added another highlight event for the Youth Fellowship of Bentong Gospel Centre!
Without forgetting those who is on their Birthday, our youth fellowship will always catch them up, locked them either in some favorite spots in Bentong such as our church, deli choice, or even in KFC! Celebration with friends and brothers-sisters in Christ, definitely another great joy of having each other in a moment of celebration!
Other Activities such as Visitation from many churches, a faithful bonding of one church to anther church stronghold and strengthen each other relationship! Churches from Kampar, Puchong Jaya, Bangsar, RBS... and many more visit each other bringing news of greetings, understanding of allies churches in promoting Christian as a light to the world! Beside visitation, there's also sub camp's activities that held in Jeram Besu, Water BBQ in 7Miles, Camp Fire and Camping outside the church, Caroling in Restaurants, Mountain Biking to Chammang Waterfalls and so on ...
Later of all that had been listed and sufing above! Our Youth also have many activities in the church, playing ping pong, caroms, Uno, cards games and also tea fellowship that encounter trust and confidence in each other in games and team building activities! Also not forgetting, floorball (like hockey), basketball, volleyball, mini football, futsal, badminton, captainball... and all sort of sports mostly can be done in the church!
Beside all these crazy activities, among the youth; there are some "activist" hyper active youth, follow them, one day you definitely eligible to become one of them! Yam Cha in Mamak Stall? Chit chat in cafeteria? Food tasting? Nah... all these just ordinary fellowship!!! Not so extreme yet! Wanna go extreme? you can search for these people among us! But REMEMBER, all these is not official event of Youth Fellowship Programs! Its only some crazy people doing some crazy things only!!! So what's crazy thing we do? Living in a small town of Bentong, although many places of interest but there all in a far distance to travel to!!! So, some of us or them figure out some where to entertain those crazy type of people! It's syok! It's just hyper active! Activities such as driving car up to Genting for yam cha session, somemore in Starbucks, First World! Photographing session with Js, cycling up to Genting Sempah for Mc Donald, Unbreakable spirit of reunion in Chammang waterfall after Agape 8, visit The Rock church in Bukit Tinggi ... Swimming and many activities and so on!!!
Our Annual Youth Camp had been running for the 8 Years! And guess what?! Our number is increasing rapidly... All these place was chosen and people who go for it deeeply enjoy their moment in the whole duration of camps! And fantastically, God really working among us, and because of Him, every single camp is another added victory for Him! And the Camp Theme set as AGAPE which mean sacrificial love like God's love to spare our sins and being saved! Places that we had visited...
Agape 1 = Genting Ria Apartments
Agape 2 = Agape Campsite, Port Dickson
Agape 3 = Melaka Gospel Hall
Agape 4 = Highland Christian Centre, Camerons
Agape 5 = Broga Campsite, Kajang
Agape 6 = Sg Ruan Methodist Campsite, Near to Raub
Agape 7 = Christian Convention Centre, Penang
Agape 8 = HCC, Camerons Highlands
Agape 9 = ???
Camp's Videos!!!
Added more...
Joint Camp with Ampang Gospel Centre in Golden Sands Campsite, Port Dickson
One Nght Camp in Tasik Bera, Temerloh
What's is gonna happen in the next few months? We deeply encourage you to join us in a mystery making of all these activities!!!
Youth Fellowship Every Saturday 4.00pm at Bentong Gospel Centre
Need Transport? Don't worry, Email us! We'll response to you in Time!!!
E-MAIL US
In KL, LOST? Don't worry again! We soooon, setting up a beacons of lights in KL soon!!!
Submitted by Js
Meant for Private Circulation only
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