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Over A Thousand Missing

January 6, 2019 by Admin Crea Criout

 

PARADISE, California — The Camp WildFire has claimed the lives of 71 people with 1,011 still unaccounted for.

The fire has burned 141,000 acres and incinerated 11,862 structures. It is the deadliest and most destructive fire in California history.
Relief Operations Entail:
  • Mobile kitchen unit to serve hundreds of meals a day.
  • Chaplains providing spiritual and emotional support.
  • Relief teams to assist residents.
  • Point of Distribution for relief supplies
  • Mobile house of prayer. (Musicians Needed!)

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Our next step is to reach $120K by 5pm, Saturday, Nov 17th.Our lender wants to see that we raised 20% before they will write us a pre-approval letter. That letter is due to the seller by Monday or the contract is breached. Thank you for helping us?

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Rebuilding Roofs & Lives in Puerto Rico

Teams have been working on roofs yesterday and hitting the streets as many are being saved, healed, delivered and baptized.
CRI Mercy Missionary Family, the Halls have been doing a fantastic job keeping our efforts going in the rebuilding phase. We were also delighted to have long time Responder, John Rolfsmeyer on this trip. There is still time to sign up for Wave 16 – December 1st-10th!
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Feeding 1000’s for Thanksgiving in N.C.

Lives have been impacted long-term here in North Carolina. Today and through the weekend, CRI teams have partnered with Mark Roye and Somebody Cares America to feed thousands of people affected by Hurricane Florence in Elizabethtown and Lumberton, N.C.

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“Koinonia” – The Awe of Missional Community

January 11, 2018 by Admin Crea Criout Leave a Comment

Do you know “that feeling” when you are on deployment? You are on basecamp; there is worship, food, fellowship, miracles, salvation and you’re just buzzing! It’s like God is all around and you just do not want to leave?

It is called “koinonia.” It’s the expression of heartfelt fellowship in an apostolic context. It happens when we are “on mission,” “all in” and “in one accord.” This is the “awe” the disciples experienced in the book of Acts.

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You see, we were all made for supernatural community that lives for a divine purpose and mission that is greater than ourselves, our comforts and own desires. We were made to serve others, express love radically and teach others how to follow Jesus.

Something truly dynamic takes place when you experience this. It goes deep and marks you. It ruins you for lesser expressions.

Too many Christians merely punch a timecard and pay their bills on Sunday mornings to avoid a sense of guilt and fulfill their cosmic duty. This is due to the western consumer mentality rather than an eastern, contributing one.

So here’s what I want you to do. When you gather for worship, each one of you be prepared with something that will be useful for all: Sing a hymn, teach a lesson, tell a story, lead a prayer, provide an insight. If prayers are offered in tongues, two or three’s the limit, and then only if someone is present who can interpret what you’re saying. Otherwise, keep it between God and yourself. And no more than two or three speakers at a meeting, with the rest of you listening and taking it to heart. Take your turn, no one person taking over. Then each speaker gets a chance to say something special from God, and you all learn from each other. If you choose to speak, you’re also responsible for how and when you speak. When we worship the right way, God doesn’t stir us up into confusion; he brings us into harmony. This goes for all the churches—no exceptions. 1 Corinthians 14: 26-33

If you had to describe what “church” is just by what you see in the bible, is that what you are presently experiencing?  You were made for so much more! You are called to be a part of a fiery community of believers radically committed to God, each other and the lost.

When Christianity becomes more about adding to our comforts than laying down our lives, we have lost our sense of direction. When it becomes the “great omission” rather than the great commission we have lost our purpose.

I hope you are finding koinonia in your church. CRI loves the local church and encourages every responder to be in fellowship. If you are not, gather a group of like-minded believers in your home to break bread, share testimonies, worship, read the bible and pray for one another. Better yet, find a lost neighbor and show them how they can become closer to God. Then ask them when you can meet again and have them invite others.

Philippians 2:1-2 declares, “If you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from his love, if any fellowship with the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion, then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and purpose.”

Koinonia is being in agreement with one another, being united in purpose, and serving alongside each other. Our koinonia with each other is based on our common koinonia with Jesus Christ.

First John 1:6-7 says, “If we say that we have fellowship with Him, and walk in darkness, we lie and do not practice the truth. But if we walk in the light as He is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanses us from all sin.”

As Responders we have to be thinking about how we can form spiritual community and ongoing discipleship for survivors on deployment when it is not otherwise available. We must remember that Jesus commanded us to make disciples of all nations, not just converts. Thus the need for Crisis Response Missionaries.

 

 

During the ARC School, students will have the opportunity to live in a supernatural, missional community. We will be equipping students how to multiply and spread that experience by planting simple churches in the homes of disaster victims. This is just one of the aspects of what it looks like to develop an Apostolic Response to Crisis.

Click right here to start a personal fundraising campaign for your ARC School tuition.

If your heart is bursting for a book of Acts lifestyle, mission, purpose, nations, signs, and wonders, prayer and worship, radical community…this ARC School may be for you.

 

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If you are not able to attend the ARC School but you want more crisis response training, want to connect with your CRI buddies and are up for a good challenge. Join us April 17th-22nd for the Extreme ATS!

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From Victim to Volunteer

October 1, 2017 by Admin Crea Criout Leave a Comment

It is people like Freda, who give of themselves, despite their own set-backs. Or Derek who worked all day and in a moment’s notice, answered an email, and then drove all night to deploy. Or Tony and Margie who saw a need, borrowed a truck, and drove for three days to get urgent resources to hurricane victims in Florida.

Disaster response is inconvenient and costly but true love has a price. We are so grateful for everyone who has prayed, given and/or gone to the deployments in Houston and Florida. I could go on and on…

Isaiah 58:10
If you pour yourself out for the hungry and satisfy the desire of the afflicted, then shall your light rise in the darkness and your gloom be as the noonday.

Titus 3:14
And let our people learn to devote themselves to good works, so as to help cases of urgent need, and not be unfruitful.

Ephesians 2:10
For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.

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When Hope Fades on A Friday

April 24, 2017 by Admin Crea Criout Leave a Comment

When Hope Fades On A Friday

At the start of last year, I was given a promise that a promotion was coming. Simultaneously, I observed so many around me going through very difficult circumstances. There was loss of jobs, sickness, and horrendous setbacks. I got to the point where I did not even want to look at Facebook because all it seemed like was bad news. Soon I found myself going through one of the hardest and darkest seasons of my life with intense physical challenges. My illness got so bad; I began to feel like the word about “promotion” was more about dying and going to heaven!

As I was going through this I saw that something was shifting in our nation and in the church. Suddenly there was a sense of hope and promise for our nation, but it was difficult to put language to it. It was more than a change in the presidency but rather a sense of destiny and awakening were here within our reach. God seems more tangible and evident to those who do not know Him.

Today happens to be called “Good Friday.” Who came up with that name anyway? I’m sure nothing seemed good at that moment to anyone close to Jesus on that day. The rabbi, the disciples, shared life with for three years who embodied all the ancient promises of the coming Messiah and freedom from Roman oppression was suddenly taken from them, whipped, beaten, stripped naked and nailed to a cross to die. Hope seemed dead on that Friday…but there was a process and a plan in place that most could not see.

Let’s face it, church culture does not celebrate weakness, and we certainly turn away from the idea of suffering. We have a billion dollar religious enterprise in the west pumping out resources to prop up our lives and our beliefs in a way to insulate us from anything uncomfortable. In most of the world, suffering and weakness is an essential price one must pay for being a follower of Christ.

The apostles knew this lifestyle well as they were familiar with perplexity and pain. Paul said in 2 Corinthians 9 and 10, But He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is perfected in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly in my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest on me. That is why, for the sake of Christ, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.… He embraced the pain as a pathway to the promise.

In the west, we do not have the privilege of serving God in the midst of persecution and hardship like other nations around the world. Did you know that persecution is so intense in China that congregants don’t trust a pastor to lead them until he has served time in jail?

However, God remedies our souls by inviting us into a tailor-made wilderness experience of testing and trial. It is where our identity as sons and daughters is galvanized, faith and love become real and once again He becomes our All in All.

I know personally it is so easy to loose my place of trust in God and strive for things He readily wants to give in His way and timing. God will often allow us to run to the end of our own strength so that we will finally loose confidence in all things that are merely human.

Loren Sandford writes in his book “Renewal for the Wounded Warrior” Why is a crushing necessary? Because of our own strength, what we have known in the past, cannot sustain the glory into what God is leading us into. To cope with the increasing depth of destruction and despair around us from a world we must reach we need a transcendent level of compassion and a sense of peace under fire that cannot be threatened.

You see, on our own, we are completely inadequate for the task of ministry or for the glory God puts before us, but it is in weakness that God perfects His power. Jesus multiplies the little we can offer and glories Himself far beyond what we could have produced on our own.

When we started CRI, this was always our prayer. “Father do not let us get so strong that we can do this without you.” It is in the wilderness that we are stripped of all human capability, and it becomes the pathway to God’s promise in our lives. It is here that God prepares our character for the greater glory He wants to bring. This pathway, however, requires a death but it comes with the surprise and amazement of a glorious resurrection.

I’m not saying God is the author of our sickness but God even used the plan the enemy during the death of His son and redeemed it. He will use every set of perplexing circumstances of this life to bring about His purposes in us.

Dallas Willard said often, “After all it’s not what we achieve in life but rather who we become.” God is radically committed to who we are becoming and who we will forever be. He is delighted when we are dependent upon Him for everything in our lives.

I believe this season is loaded with promises and purpose for us all. I believe something great is about to take place in America and God is giving upgrades to those who are ready for it.

One day in the midst of my recent sickness. I decided I would go to Walmart. Going into public was excruciating due to intense neurological and physiological issues I was having. “Ok,” I told myself…” in and out… I can do this”. Of course, I ended up on the longest line in my least favorite store in America. Finally, I get towards the front when a lady on a scooter was checking out very slowly and holding the lineup. I was annoyed, felt trapped and thought this was a big mistake. I started getting dizzy and felt sick. I just wanted to run. As I looked closer, she was holding items back from being rung up to see if she could afford them. My heart sunk. I decided I would pay for her groceries since I hadn’t sown anywhere yet that week.

I stepped up and swiped my card as I told her I would like to pay for her things. She kind of turned around and said, “Thank you! ….oh and I just got a scripture for you. Well done good and faithful servant…The Lord says He’s called you to see the things of the Kingdom and release it on earth, and a double portion is coming your way…make sure you walk in it…see you in heaven!!!” Then she scooted off. I never got her name or saw her face, but it reminded me that when we sow in tears, we will reap with joyful shouting.

If you find yourself in the place of trial and you have lost hope. Know He is behind the scenes and answering your deepest desires to be closer to Him.

If things are just fine then remember to give till it hurts, trust till you sweat, love till it costs you something and for God’s sake, make yourself uncomfortable for the Kingdom somehow. This is where “the abundant life” Jesus promised is found. Not in stuff. It is when we embrace His sufferings and we live and walk like Him that we enter into explicit joy and intimacy.

On this “Good Friday,” we can take stock that what looked like death and hopelessness ultimately lead to a glorious resurrection. Jesus endured the cross for the sake of the joy set before Him and purchased our liberty from sin. Let us to embrace our sufferings with the hope and expectation that He himself will redeem and resurrect us all.

Happy Ressurection Day!
Sean Malone

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My Babies! My Babies!

March 16, 2016 by Admin Crea Criout Leave a Comment

Dear Friends,

One of our Responders sent this powerful report of one experience while serving the refugees arriving in Greece.

“MY BABIES, MY BABIES, I WANT MY BABIES!!!”

I haven’t had the words to form a coherent sentence let alone be able to tell her story or put it into words. For it was one that left my heart so heavy and so burdened. It left me feeling so powerless and so utterly helpless. She was a precious one. The one that I prayed for earlier that day and didn’t even realize it, before going in to do my day shift at the refugee camp that day.

“Lord, highlight and show me the one that you want me to love on today. Please reveal yourself and your love to them through me. I know that I can’t save the masses. But I can make a difference in at least one persons life, so please Lord, show me who that is…”

I worked day shift at Skala Sikiminea Refugee Camp that day. I loved working day shift because that’s when we encountered the biggest influx of refugees into our camp. Some days 250-500 refugees arrived at Sikiminea and anywhere from 1,000-1,500 on the island each day. I loved that our camp consisted primarily of Christian volunteers who come from all over the world and from all different mission organizations, working as one body, one unit to bring hope to the hopeless, love in the midst of hate, peace to those who ran from war, joy to those in sadness and despair.

I was holding a sweet beautiful refugee baby girl in my arms, while the parents settled down and got comfortable on the cots in our waiting tent until the buses arrived. I sat beside them with their child in my arms just smilingly at the child and praying for her and her family to encounter the love of Jesus Christ. They couldn’t speak English so all I could do was use the universal language of love. It doesn’t necessarily require words. And at this very moment just presence, a warm smile, and a welcoming spirit was all that it took to bring a smile on their faces and tears to their eyes. I prayed silently for them while showing the love of Jesus to this couple and their baby.

As I looked to the left I saw her, she caught my eye, a woman, a refugee, all alone, as she walked into the tent with no shoes on and no socks. Which I thought was odd. I had just sent 6 women, her included, and their children to the clothing tent to get dry pants, socks, and shoes… This group of refugees had a rough landing and arrived wet to our camp in freezing cold conditions. I knew with her coming back barefoot, we once again had run out of pants, socks, and shoes which unfortunately happened quite often due to so many horrible boat landings.

As this woman approached the cot that I was sitting on, she was frantically looking for something. I asked her are you ok? She shook her head no. “My bag, my bag?” She quickly found it under her jacket on the cot beside me. I could tell something wasn’t right. It was so much more than just her missing bag.

She was really upset, and sadness, fear, grief, hopelessness, and despair stared through her big, frantic, beautiful, brown eyes. I prayed silently, “Holy Spirit come, and reveal your love to her! Heal her broken heart and her wounded soul.” As she sat down beside me with a heavy spirit that could be sensed a mile away, she looked down at the baby in my arms began to weep.

I gently passed the baby back to its parents and then proceeded to wrap my arms around this beautiful, precious, weeping woman and as I did, I asked her her name.

“Nadiya,” was the reply. “Nadiya, where are you from?” “From Syria.” “Do you have family? Are you traveling alone?” She began to weep uncontrollably as she cried out, “My babies, my babies, I want my babies!”

At this point I was somewhat concerned and asked her where her babies were. I knew we were trained at orientation don’t ever separate families.

“In Syria,” was her reply as she proceeded to get out her phone and show me pictures of her 7 month old baby boy and her 2 year old beautiful little girl. As tears filled her eyes and mine too at this point she began to tell me her story.

She said that she was Syrian but her husband was from Afghanistan and that when the babies were born the papers were done up under the husbands name. That She couldn’t bring them with her because she didn’t have the right papers or documents.

I than asked her who her babies were staying with.

“With My husband in Syria,” was her reply.

Again tears began to stream down her cheeks as I held her tightly in my arms as she continued…

“There’s war. So much shooting. Explosions. Everywhere shooting. People dying. My dad was shot and killed in front of me. My brother too. I was scared I ran for cover. There was blood and bodies everywhere. I thought I would die too. My husband was shot 13 times. He was badly wounded and barely survived. He made me come here because I would be the one, more likely to survive the journey so that I could try to get help to get them out.”

As she was talking, one of the children playing not far from us had popped his balloon. Nadiya threw her hands over her head and ducked down as if she had heard gunshots and was now taking cover. PTSD all over again. I reassured her, “Nadiya it’s ok, it’s ok, it’s just a balloon. She sinks her head into my shoulder and begins to weep again.

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As I held this precious woman and cried with her I felt so powerless to change her situation or help her in any way. So I did the only thing I knew to do and that was to pray. For God’s overwhelming comfort and peace to envelope her. For her to be reunited with her family. That she and her family would know Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior. That God would heal her broken heart, her every hurt, pain, and sorrow and bring joy into her life once again.

I asked her, “What country do you want to go too?”

Again Her reply was, “My babies! My babies! I just want my babies.”

Nothing else in this world at that moment mattered to her except for being reunited with her babies. This mother had already been through so much. Seen so much suffering, pain, and death. She had lost loved ones, with no time to grieve them. And now she was torn away from family, her wounded husband and her two children. She was traveling all alone, not knowing where she was going, or if she would ever see her family again. Fear gripped. Sadness overtook her. Hopelessness surrounded her.

You know it does something to you. Holding a woman pouring out her heart sharing her life, fears, hurts, and pains. How do you console someone who’s been through so much. She changed me. My view on the crisis, my perspective on life, my priorities, my understanding of what the refugees were running from and going through. She made me realize that she was just one of so many other hundreds and thousands of refugees with similar stories. I was truly humbled, to be there at that very moment. My life’s motto had such a different meaning to it now. “bringing hope to the hopeless.” Was I really though?

We don’t let minors or single women travel alone. So I let the UNHCR know her situation. As they talked to her with translators and assured her that they would partner her with another family to travel with for her own safety. They also discussed her situation and she pleaded with them to help her get her family out. They said there was nothing they could do but when she registered at the next camp to let them know her situation and maybe they can help. As they were talking, there was another influx of refugees so I got up to go take my post.

Her story had gripped me so much, as I often tried to hold back the tears throughout the day. There was a moment that I just couldn’t do it anymore and had to go hide just so I could weep and talk to God.

As we were loading the buses to send the refugees on to the next camp. Nadiya sought me out, embraced me, and kissed me on each cheek. She said, “thank you, thank you!” And for the first time I saw her smile. My eyes welled up with tears and I was undone the rest of the day. She thanked me? For what? I did what seemed like absolutely nothing.

The Lord corrected my error in thinking and reminded me that I was the first point of contact of His love. That I loved and loved well. That my prayers moved mountains. That I did something, that it wasn’t for nothing. I cared, I loved, I made a difference in her life. That although I felt helpless and powerless that in my weakness that He was made strong.

Christ showed me that I wasn’t to carry her burden. He showed me that the compassion, the love I felt for the refugees and for Nadiya, and the desire to help them, and save them was only a little glimpse of His heart that He had placed in mine.

That He loved them so much more then I ever could and that I was His precious vessel of relaying that love in earthly form. That they were like sheep and lost without a shepherd. He showed me that it was Christ in me the hope of glory to them! And to allow Him to work through me to love them into His Kingdom!!!! I was not powerless. My love in you moves mountains!!!

I continue to pray for Nadiya and her journey. I don’t know what was happened to her or where she is. But I pray that she would continue to encounter the love of Jesus wherever she goes. That she would reunited with her family once again. Won’t you help me pray for her?You too can make a difference in her life through your prayers.

This story illustrates the amazing hope Christ brings to anyone who is lost and hurting. Join with us to continue praying for the thousands of refugees arriving in Greece, who need Jesus more than anything. Help us minister Christ’s love while we provide basic needs to them.

If you’ve not trained with us, take this opportunity to register for an upcoming training event. If you’ve trained but never deployed with us, don’t wait any longer!

Deploy to Greece | Spring 2016

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Sean Malone

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Escaped From the Claws of ISIS

February 15, 2016 by Admin Crea Criout Leave a Comment

There are thousands of women who are still held as slaves by ISIS. If they escape captivity, their lives are shrouded in shame, because of what they’ve suffered. But there is hope! The following is a story of one woman who no longer bears the chains the physical chains of slavery, nor the emotional chains of shame.

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Khalida and her family were working their small farm in Telbanat, near Sinjar, when ISIS attacked on Sunday, 3rd August, 2014. Her life was changed forever. Trying desperately to escape, the family ran for a nearby village, and found a building in which to hide. Little did they know that this village was under the control of ISIS, and their hiding place was soon discovered. True to form, ISIS showed absolutely no mercy, taking her brother and stepfather, killing them soon after. The ladies of the family; Khalida, her mother and 2 sisters, were taken to Mosul and sold as slaves.

Bought by a Mosul resident to be enslaved as a housemaid, Khalida’s fate seemed doomed. Yet the courage of the wife of the man who bought Khalida turned things around. As Khalida says, “the lady gave me enough money for a taxi and told me to run and take a taxi as far away as possible.” The taxi driver took Khalida as far out of town as he safely could, and pointed her in the right direction. She started walking. As an Arab shepherd roamed through the country-side, he came across Khalida and escorted her safely to the nearest Peshmerga checkpoint.

Khalida now 23, lives on the refugee camp, along with 1 of her sisters, who also managed to escape ISIS. The fate of their mother and other sister is still unknown.

We help refugees like Khalida learn new skills, so they can be independent, supporting themselves and the family they have left. They, who can never return to their old life and the safety of their family network.

Khalida is now earning a small living for herself, providing basic sewing services for the other residents of Essian camp. She has earned enough money to relocate her family from the camp into a building with other families, where she continues her business. She has gone from sewing clothing to making draperies for nearby businesses and residential homes. With one sewing machine and basic skills, Khalida now has dignity and can provide for her family.

Sewing Project Basic cost:
Sewing machine: ($120)
Sewing necessities: ($100)
Translator salary: ($300) per month

Hairstylist – Cosmetology Basic cost:
Equipment: ($45)
Total cost: ($20) for each student.
Translator ($500) per month

Please help us continue to minister to women like Khalida. Make a donation today.
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