Give thanks…


Sing to God, everyone and everything!
    Get out his salvation news every day!
Publish his glory among the godless nations,
    his wonders to all races and religions.
And why? Because God is great—well worth praising!
    No god or goddess comes close in honor.
All the popular gods are stuff and nonsense,
    but God made the cosmos!
Splendor and majesty flow out of him,
    strength and joy fill his place.

Shout Bravo! to God, families of the peoples,
    in awe of the Glory, in awe of the Strength: Bravo!
Shout Bravo! to his famous Name,
    lift high an offering and enter his presence!
Stand resplendent in his robes of holiness!

God is serious business, take him seriously;
    he’s put the earth in place and it’s not moving.
So let Heaven rejoice, let Earth be jubilant,
    and pass the word among the nations, “God reigns!”
Let Ocean, all teeming with life, bellow,
    let Field and all its creatures shake the rafters;
Then the trees in the forest will add their applause
    to all who are pleased and present before God
    —he’s on his way to set things right!

Give thanks to God—he is good
    and his love never quits.
Say, “Save us, Savior God,
    round us up and get us out of these godless places,
So we can give thanks to your holy Name,
    and bask in your life of praise.”
Blessed be God, the God of Israel,
    from everlasting to everlasting.

Then everybody said, “Yes! Amen!” and “Praise God!”

~ 1 Chronicles 26:23-36 (MSG) ~

More Love to Give Day (5 years!)

October 2nd in our house is what we call MORE LOVE TO GIVE Day. Most people in the adoption world call it “Gotcha Day.” We persevered through 85 days of praying, fighting, and waiting out our process in Ukraine, and somehow “Gotcha” just didn’t seem ample.


Words in general seem pretty inadequate when you finally realize that the years of preparation actually do culminate in the rescue of formerly fatherless kids. In our case, we spent many days going back and forth between two different orphanages wondering if we actually would get to adopt our girls. The day we actually got to pick them up was surreal. It was like watching a scene in a movie. It was hard to believe it was really time.

On this day 5 years ago, our girls changed out of the clothes they had been sharing with at least 20 other kids and put on the new clothes we brought for them. It was one of the saddest things in the world to realize that they literally had nothing to bring with them. They were entering a whole new reality that started the minute we pulled out of those orphanages. This picture is of Olivia watching the only life she had known for 5 years get smaller and smaller in the back window.

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Today we celebrate 5 YEARS of leaving the orphanages behind. Today we celebrate the sovereign hand of God who graciously did what we could never have done. We remember that He provided everything we needed to give our daughters a hope and a future. We remember that we were motivated by love and we are still dependent on it every day. We are excited to celebrate today leaving the old behind and pressing on to the fullness of all that is still to come.

If you are an adoptive family…what are your Gotcha Day traditions? How do you celebrate? What are you most grateful for? We’d love to hear from you!

You don’t have to adopt…

It’s so important that we understand that adopting or fostering is not the only way to be faithful in the call to care for widows and orphans in their affliction. The call is universal to the Church. Engaging in orphan care is not optional, however in recent years the adoption movement has sent out a strong message to consider adoption. That actually is not a bad thing. It’s a good thing, and it’s a good thing that encouraged us in our interest in adoption.

However, there’s another reality that isn’t as broadly proclaimed. Even though you should consider and pray about fostering or adopting, the reality is that God may lead you to say no. There are many who can and should foster or adopt, but there are some who can’t or shouldn’t. Maybe it’s a can’t and shouldn’t for a season. Maybe it’s a can’t or shouldn’t for a reason.

We need to be so careful not to judge the faithfulness of others through the lens of our personal calling. We need to celebrate and support those who adopt, and we need to honor those who pray about it and are not specifically called to foster or adopt.

That being said, it does seem from Scripture that everyone is called to engage in caring for orphans (or former orphans). In the past couple weeks, examples of this have come through the Facebook feed, and they are examples worthy of sharing.

First of all, Jason Johnson posted this amazing graphic. It very simply shows all the ways that churches, families and friends can help out in caring for the (formerly) fatherless. The examples he gives are incredibly significant, and they really are standing on the front lines with adopting/fostering families. If the call to foster or adopt isn’t something you’ve felt, these are great examples that anyone can do. Even the things that seem relatively small are incredibly big for families who have brought fatherless kids into their home.


If you are friends or family of a foster or adoptive family, picking up the phone and asking if any of these things would be a blessing to them would be a great place to start.

Second, we led worship at a church near our home this Sunday and heard a great story. This is a young church plant that would be considered small by many standards. However, that church family rallied around a young couple in the early stages of adoption. They held a garage sale fundraiser for adoption expenses, and in one garage sale they raised $6,000. That is such a great story and such a great example of how everyone can participate in caring for orphans.

You may be called to foster or adopt. You should pray about it. God knows there are thousands of kids in need of families. However, don’t feel bad if you don’t feel called to it. There are so many other ways to participate.

If you have any examples of how you’ve seen people care for orphans without actually fostering or adopting, would you mind sharing in the comments? If you’ve fostered or adopted, what are some of the ways people blessed you?

Worth the wait…

5 years ago today!

5 years ago today!

5 years ago today we were staying in what was our 3rd Ukrainian apartment. We had been in Ukraine for three weeks and were awaiting our 3rd appointment with the State Department of Adoption. When you adopt blind you only get three chances to choose a child (or children). Our first two appointments did not go well, and they kept telling us, “We don’t have any children.” If the 3rd appointment ended the same as the 1st two, we would have had to return home empty-handed and start over.

We were tired, frustrated, angry, filled with confusion, and were considering just coming home anyway. We were burning through our adoption fund. Nothing was working, and hope was running thin.

At that time we were doing a read through the Bible in a year devotional plan. On August 6th, the reading included this passage from Habakkuk…

And the LORD answered me: “Write the vision; make it plain on tablets, so he may run who reads it. For still the vision awaits its appointed time; it hastens to the end—it will not lie. If it seems slow, wait for it; it will surely come; it will not delay. (Habakkuk 2:2-3 ESV)

We felt like this was a word from God directly to us. We could give up and go home, or we could choose faith and hope. We both took time to write the vision we felt like God had given us for our family and for adoption. We decided to not give up. We decided to go to our last appointment trusting that God would finish what he started. It was a freeing experience for both of us. We still had no idea what that 3rd appointment would hold, but we were resolved to go and see.

The top picture above is from Holly’s timehop. I tweeted out that abbreviated version of Habakkuk after we wrote the vision. It was a declaration for us. It was an overflow of our commitment to trust God. Within an hour of writing the vision, talking and praying, committing to wait for the appointed time. We received an e-mail that included the 2nd picture above.

We’ll never forget seeing their picture for the 1st time. It was our “you’ll just know” moment. It was God’s perfect timing. Even though we thought we couldn’t wait anymore, waiting a little bit longer allowed us to experience what God prepared for us all along.

Even when you think you can’t wait anymore…you can. You can hold out a little longer and wait for God to show you what He’s up to. You can write the vision, and you can wait for God to execute His plan in His perfect timing.

We’re grateful for this reminder from 5 years ago. When it seems slow…wait for it. It’s worth the wait.

The laziest person in the world…


Confession: I could very easily be the laziest person in the world. It’s an interesting phenomenon how my workaholic tendencies interact with my ability to not get off the couch. I like to think that the fruit of my sanctification is what moves me off the couch to do work. If you could’ve seen me as a kid, you would know that it’s only the Holy Spirit that could have made me into somebody who enjoys giving my all.

This post (like the last one) was inspired by what we saw when we watched the London Marathon up close and personal. 40,000 runners signed up to do what only about 1% of the population will ever do, and that’s run 26.2 miles. That number may be skewed a bit, because I don’t think they took into consideration the people who do close to 26.2 miles a day just to survive in the developing world. Sorry. Had a missionary moment. I digress…now back to it!

Back to the 40,000. In our day and age of morbid obesity – both in adults and children, heart disease, diabetes, and other over-eating complications, the dedication of marathoners seems to shine a little brighter. The younger generation struggles to pry their fingers off of their video game devices or whatever they’re watching on youtube to become active for more than a bathroom or snack break. Some of them melt at their first exposure to the sun because their pasty white (at least my kids fit that description…please adjust description to match your kids’ pigmentation) gamer skin hasn’t seen the light of day since school let out. Seriously, I’m worried. I digress…again…back to it!

The 40,000. Our society is motivated so strongly by instant gratification. It’s heart-breaking. It is becoming more rare to find people who only expect to receive great things after working hard for them. It’s more common to find people who think they’re owed everything. We live among people reaping the benefits of the hard work of the generations before them. Few are willing to step up today to live in a sweet spot of dedication, sacrifice, and persistence. Too many simply bail when things get tough.

So, on April 26, 2015, when we watched all of those runners battle through the 26.2 mile trek, I kept thinking about their discipline. 1% of the population knows what it’s like to spend 1/3 of a year giving hours and hours in order to experience the reality of crossing that finish line. Experienced runners know that they have to get stronger and faster. They have to run longer. They need to pay attention to what they eat. They need to give their body enough rest. They have to trust whatever training plan they’re running, and the brutal truth is they have to run, and they have to run a lot.

There are some physical specimens that can show up and run a marathon without training (I’m talking about you Paula Radcliffe), but normal humans have to work their tail off. Day in day out. On the track. On the trail. Early mornings. Late nights. Weekend free time. Spending money on shoes and underarmour. There’s just no way to finish without discipline and training.

In the first marathon post, I talked about being a part of something big. When you signed up for a marathon, you signed up for something big. Those who signed up, especially those for the first time, knew they were signing up for something that would come at a great cost to them. They knew it would cost them blood, sweat, tears, and toenails in order to experience the joy and satisfaction of finishing the race.

I wish our faith journeys would be more like watching normal people run marathons. We’ve signed up for something so much bigger than us. We see the stories of greatness surrounding faith. We understand the super-natural is a big part of it. We believe that it’s a big deal. But then far too many sign-up and expect to just be able to dominate the rest of their lives of faith. The truth is that training and discipline is required. It continues to cost us in order to experience the greatness of finishing. We are constantly having to evaluate what our spiritual priorities should be in order to be faithful. We can’t just act so entitled that we deserve to cross the finish line just because we signed up.

We are signed-up to run a great race, and we need to train. We need to see the big picture as fuel to get us off the couch and to sharpen our faith. There is room to grow. There are skills to learn. There are commands to obey. There is training to benefit from. There are trainers available. There is discipline to be had.


Watching people finish was an amazing experience, but as each one crossed the finish line I thought about the countless hours of training they put in to finish. If it wasn’t for the life behind the scenes, the public race would’ve been much different.

Where in our lives do we need to get off the couch? What disciplines are we feeling compelled to pursue? What training is available to sharpen us in our faith? How much is pursuing the fullness of God worth? Salvation is not something we can earn. Our training and discipline are not what give us eternal life, but because we’ve been given salvation as a gift, it is our joy to work out our salvation through discipline and training all the days of our life.

Spiritual disciplines train us for the greatness of God’s Kingdom. It’s hard to train, but it’s worth it in the end to hear, “Well done, good and faithful servant.”

A Really Big Deal


There are moments when you realize that you’re a part of something that’s a big deal – a really big deal! A couple months back we were overwhelmed by the spectacle that is the London Marathon. We went to see our friend Becky run in her first full marathon. We knew the London race was a big deal, but it was hard to understand exactly how big until we were standing in the middle of it. There were close to 40,000 runners in this race, and we watched along with 750,000 other people. I’m pretty sure I’ve never been anywhere with 750,000 people trying to watch 40,000 people. It was madness.

Standing along the sidelines watching famous people run with helicopters overhead capturing the large scope of this massive event was a big deal. From Prince Harry to Paula Radcliffe, the Beckhams, & Helen George from Call the Midwife, as well as, many other famous British runners, models, olympians, tv, radio & movie stars…it was quite the big deal. We have pictures of a few of the same people seen here in the Daily Mail article.


The race itself was amazing. We had a team running to raise money for Links, and they did great. They were 5 of the 40,000, and though they were why we were there, we came away with so many things we wanted to write about. So, these blogs will stand alone, but they will be related as they are all lessons learned from experiencing the marathon live and in person. Ironically, most of the posts don’t have a lot to do with running. They have to do with life. They have to do with faith, and they have to do with seeing the Kingdom of God in the here and now.

This first idea is just how good it is to be a part of a really big deal. Let’s be honest. Most of life is not a really big deal. Well, maybe it is when take a step back and look at how significant raising kids is. Maybe your job engages you in life-changing things. Maybe you wake up and have big deals every day. I don’t feel like that at all. I feel like most days are incredibly ordinary. Sometimes mundane. Sometimes hard. Sometimes good. Sometimes bad. Rarely big.

I didn’t train for a 26.2 mile beating, but 40,000 other people did. I can’t imagine that every day of training felt like being a part of something really big. I bet it felt like discipline. I bet there were pains and aches and bumps and bruises. The day to day of anything doesn’t seem like it could possibly be something great or big.

As those runners checked in and found their pace group and stood at the starting line with 40,000 other people, they could see they were a part of something that was a really big deal. As they ran through the streets of London with 750,000 watching, they knew they were a part of something big. On top of that, they ran across the Tower Bridge, by the London Eye, along the Thames River, right around Buckingham Palace. It must’ve felt like starring in a movie.


27,000+ of the runners ran for charity and raised over $80 million. That’s an average of about $3,000 per runner. That’s amazing. Raising 3 grand has to feel pretty good, but the reality is that you were a part of something that raised $80 million for charity.

As we stood in this crowd looking for our people and realizing that we were in the midst of hugeness. It started to draw our attention to the Kingdom of God. On our own, in the day to day, we might be really small. We might not feel like we’re doing anything big, but the truth is that we’re a part of something really big. Over 2 billion people claim to live as Christians. That’s a lot of people. That means that all of our little day to days are working together for something big and great. Our training. Our discipline. Our struggles. Our victories are being counted with other saints all around the world.

It’s good for people who feel small to see that we’re being counted in something bigger. It’s also good for people who count themselves big to see that there’s something even much bigger than them.

God is big. He is infinite. He is beyond measure. He is a really big deal. As His children, we are participating in something far greater than we could ever hope or imagine. In our good days. In our bad days. It’s good for us to remember that we’re in good company, with a lot of other people, running a similar race and heading for the same finish line. There’s people cheering you on, and there’s a lot of them.

I guess the first lesson for us to embrace is that we’re actually a really big deal. We’re working for things that matter. Raising adopted kids is changing the world. Fostering kids is changing the world. Training biological kids in the way they should go is changing the world. Working and making a living is a really big deal. Serving and loving others is a really big deal. Living for the glory of God…it’s a really big deal.

You don’t have to run a marathon to be a part of something great (though those who did – WOW! So great!). I think from the way God sees it, you already are. God loves you, and as His child, you are a part of something so very big. You’re a big deal because He’s certainly a very big God. When things seem small or mundane. Step back and consider the possibility that you’re a part of something that is a really big deal.

Today?!?! (The Epic Parent Fail of 2015)


This blog was supposed to just be about how nostalgic it is that our oldest is off to his first week of church camp! Between the two of us, we’ve probably been to 100 weeks of camp. For quite a few of those weeks we were the Youth Pastors taking other people’s kids to camp and Holly is a Youth Pastor’s daughter so she might have been to even more. When the opportunity came up for Jake to go, we were so excited for him to experience something we have seen provide life-changing scenarios for so many people. That was what this blog was supposed to be.

Instead, it’s like this. For those of you who have spent time as Youth Pastors, you know there is always that kid that shows up late to every event or whose parent never picks them up. You go to all that work of getting the information out that provides every detail. As far as you know there’s no excuse for not knowing when and where to be, and there’s nothing more frustrating than that one kid holding up the whole bus that was supposed to leave an hour earlier.

So, on Sunday morning I rolled out of bed excited to preach Psalm 91. I took my time a bit and was getting ready to get in the shower with plenty of time to pray and go over my notes when I got this message from Griffin. Griffin is the Student Ministries director of the church where I happened to also be preaching that day…

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…see I thought he was just asking me when I was going to be there for mic check and to upload my sermon slides. As far as I knew I had plenty of time. This message came 30 minutes after the time Jacob was supposed to meet the bus to leave for camp.

I can’t describe the sheer panic and horror that flooded throughout my body. We knew Jacob was going to camp, but for some reason we thought he was leaving MONDAY morning. Turns out it was Sunday.

Imagine my delight to have to share this lovely thought with my sound asleep wife. Fling door open. Lights on. Rip covers off. “Jacob leaves for camp TODAY!” Griffin said if we could get there in an hour, he would wait (God Bless that man!). So, we got the list, threw it all in the bag, got he and I ready, and somehow made it to the church right at an hour later.

God has a sense of humor. It’s amazing how he manages to help me find the grace that I may have lacked for others earlier in life. Now, we’re that family. We’re the late kid holding up the bus. We arrived to a very jolly Student Ministries Director who was able to find the humor in us being that family. We threw Jacob’s stuff and Jacob on the bus, and they literally shut the door and took off. By that time, I was now late for my arrival time to check my mic and load my slides.

It made for a memorable Sunday morning. I went on to preach two services, confessed my mistake to both services, and at lunch still felt the horror. It’s a little better today, but we still can’t figure out how we missed it. We’re organized people. We’re good with dates and calendars. Jacob usually knows when every small group and other student activity is, but he missed it too. Crazy. We both knew the date, knew I was preaching on that same date, and yet somehow thought that date for me and date for Jacob were two different days.

There are no words, and we were happy to provide entertainment for so many. At the end of the day, they made it to camp (after a flat tire on the bus – OF COURSE!), and we’re praying for them all to have an amazing week.

Maybe next time we’ll just be able to write the blog we intended. Much love and thanks to Griffin for his patience, sense of humor, and love for our students. We appreciate it so much!

Dads are for sharing…

Sometimes social media brings out the best in humanity. Sometimes is does the opposite, but we’ll leave that for another time. I loved seeing all the Father’s Day posts yesterday. It is so much fun to see the joy and excitement of new or almost Dads. It is also refreshing to see a generation of young fathers rising up who have a strong commitment to represent their Heavenly Father by being a good dad. It is humbling to see those who have sadness and have posted about Dads who have passed on. Regardless of life-stage, honoring Fathers is a beautiful and right thing.

For many, though, honoring a Father can be a difficult task. Stories of absent, disengaged, or worse yet abusive fathers are just as prevalent as stories about good fathers. For many Father’s Day can be a painful reminder of the harsh realities of a Father who is not committed to being a reflection of love, care or provision. The statistics of fatherlessness are real, and they affect many people both near to us and far away.

One post on Holly’s Facebook page really grabbed me. She posted a mini-montage of pictures of her dad to honor and celebrate him as a father and grandfather. People liked and commented, but there was one comment that jumped out. Holly’s dad is a 60+ year old Youth Pastor. There are not many who can persevere in that vocation for that long, but he loves it. He loves students. He has a way of believing in kids who have no one else to believe in them. He has a heart for the outcast. He finds a place for those with no place. By consequence of showing up and loving teenagers, he is able to functionally serve as a Father.

The comment was addressed to Holly, and it said, “He’s a great man thanks for sharing him with those of us who didn’t have our dads around when we were kids.” This is so amazingly strong. We spend a lot of time talking about the Fatherless being orphans or kids in Foster Care, and that’s fair enough. However, there is a whole other arena of practical fatherlessness that is much closer. How many kids have Dads who are disengaged, absent, imprisoned, or just gone? How many kids are being raised by a single mom? My Father-in-law has been able to provide partial Fatherhood to hundreds if not thousands of kids in his 40+ years of youth ministry.


It got me thinking. Good Dads can be shared. Maybe we should even say they should be shared. Maybe that’s part of God’s provision for being a Father to the Fatherless. Holly and her sister were not any less fathered or cared for by sharing their Dad with other kids. As a matter of fact, it was good for them to see how blessed they were to have an engaged Dad. It also allowed them to be a part of being “family” to those who needed to experience “family”. They grew up with people in and out of their home daily, as well as, having people who stayed with them from time to time that became “family”.

There is an incredible opportunity for Good Dads to be Good News to kids who have had a lot of bad news on the Dad front. Finding ways to show up to kids without Dads is actually not that difficult. Here’s another great thing. You don’t even have to be a Dad yet to function as a Dad to kids who need one. I’m hearing more and more of young couples being available to foster or mentor before they have biological kids, and I think that’s amazing.

If we embrace the idea that Dads are for sharing, it opens up a world of being a blessing that can literally change the world. There are likely functionally fatherless kids in your social circles already. How can you show up there and include them in your family dynamic (with your wife’s support and input of course)? If you can’t think of any, have you checked out mentoring programs? Some only require and hour or two a week. In a short period of time you can become the most predictable part of a kid’s life. Some should check out opportunities to volunteer in church student ministry programs. Some should even consider the possibility of fostering or adopting.

If you start praying about ways to engage the fatherless, those are prayers that will be answered. It may be easier than you think. Fatherlessness is the root cause of most every horrible statistic you can think of. Engaging with fatherless kids can literally change the world!

For the Dads and families of Dads who are being shared…thank you! I hope you realize the amazing privilege it is to be counted as a Father to the Fatherless. Even though sometimes it feels like you’re not making that much of a difference – you are. Let’s pray for more testimonies like the one on Rick’s montage. Let’s be open to all the ways God can be a Father to the Fatherless.

This picture though…


I am currently 9 days into an 11 day trip to Africa. It has been the busiest trip I’ve ever had here, and we have spent 35+ hours driving to different parts of the country. The picture above was taken at the Leaders Conference we led in a village called Apokor. The further you get from the main town and cities, the less likely it is that the kids have seen a lot of white skin. Anyone with white skin in East Africa is called “Mzungu.” During our sessions in the village, I was the only white skin around. Ann and Nicky are here from the UK leading some healthcare training in different areas, but during the day it was just me.

The 2 1/2 days we were in this village, I spent most of my time teaching. During that time many kids would pop their head in the door to watch and stare. During breaks I would walk around a bit, and the brave ones would shout, “Mzungu!” and run away.

On the last day, I finished my last session, and turned it over to the local guys to wrap up. I went to the back to stand up and get some fresh air. It had started to rain quite a bit, so the kids who had been running around found their way to shelter at the back of the church hall. Most of them were within 10 feet of me, but mostly they would just stare.

One little girl stared me down from the back door contemplating whether or not she would be brave enough to come a little closer. Little by little she came closer and closer. I was leaning against the will with my left hand in my pocket. As she came closer, I extended my pinky toward her. Within a few seconds, she grabbed it, held on for about two seconds, and promptly ran away.

In about a minute, the same process repeated many times. Each time, though, she held on a little longer. The other kids watched in amazement at the bravery of this little girl. Many were older than her, but they didn’t have the courage to do what she did. Eventually, holding one finger wasn’t enough. She grabbed two fingers. Then she noticed my wedding ring, and she turned it round and round. Natalia made a bracelet for me which are in the colors of the Ugandan flag. My new friend moved her way from the ring to the bracelet and examined every part of it. Once she was on my wrist, she noticed the hair on my arms. She got a little more brave and started rubbing the hair on my arms. She began to laugh and giggle. Even after all of that, she ran away.


Being around these kids (and the adults) from the village is an amazing experience. They don’t have running water. Most don’t have electricity. Most don’t have shoes. None have the conveniences that we have. Many of these kids will stay in this village for their entire life. They are so happy to have “visitors” who help them and visit them. They genuinely have a love for God that affords them incredible joy as they can’t afford much else.

It was humbling and honoring to be the subject of this little one’s discovery. Eventually we became close enough to talk and play. The kids later put on a little show (video below).

At times, the reality that my new friends live in becomes overwhelming. I’m grateful for a big God who sends people to meet his children, and it’s a privilege to be a messenger of good news. Wellspring works extensively in this area teaching healthcare and helping with community development needs. The churches are networking and God is moving. The quality of life, while basic, is improving.

I would love it if you would take a moment to pray for the people in Apokor. They have asked if we can help them with a well, and we’re going to work on that. It would simplify a major part of their life and would allow them more time to work on other areas of community development.

This picture is a reminder that people at the ends of the earth can become friends and neighbors with whom we can be messengers of Good News. Statistics have faces and names, and this picture though…it’s worth so much more than a thousand words, and it reminds me of the opportunity ever before us. We can really be Good News to the poor…to the ends of the earth.

Call me “Bollingo” (Back to Africa)


Next week (May 29 – June 10) I’m off to Uganda. Links has been partnering with Wellspring for over 20 years, and that relationship is as strong as it has ever been. At the leader’s conference in December they even decided to change my name to make it more African. I’m now Jason Bollingo! Wellspring continues to do incredible work in Uganda and beyond, and it’s an honor to partner together to change lives and transform communities. I would love it if you would join me in praying for this trip. Here’s a preview of what will happen.

Church Ministry
I will be speaking to congregations from two different churches in different parts of the country as well as speaking to a group of young adults.

Leadership Training
I will be traveling to Apokor in Tororo to facilitate a leader’s conference for those who have been unable to travel to Wellspring in Kampala to the conference we do there. The work in this region is spreading like wildfire, and it’s a significant time to pour into the leaders as they labor to both be and bring Good News to this part of Uganda. In addition to leadership development, our Community Healthcare manager from the UK is coming to train healthcare leaders parallel to our leader’s conference.

I will have the opportunity to visit several different community development projects as well as visit some missionaries in an area called Soroti. Some of these projects are directly connected to Links and some are done through our friends/partners. It’s amazing to be on the ground where you see and hear from those whose lives are being changed.

Strong relationships are at the heart of everything we do. As we travel (literally across the country), we have great time to strengthen the bond that allows us to work so well together. It is also an incredible privilege to encourage and support those who are on the front lines of bringing Good News to the poor.

I covet your prayers as my 10 days on the ground (plus 3 ½ days of air time) are going to be jam packed. I will speak 9 or 10 times during those 10 days and will visit at least 4 different regions (three of which are 4-5 hours away from Wellspring). Please pray for the leaders coming to the conference, for the congregations I will be speaking to, for the congregations whose leaders are being trained, for those leading the projects we’re involved with, for traveling mercies both getting to Africa and within Africa, and for my family and I.

Please let me know if you have any questions about this trip or if you are interested in going with us in the future.

Finally, this trip (and everything we do) is dependent upon the financial generosity of our Links Family (#linksfamily). For those who have given or are giving regularly, THANK YOU! We couldn’t do it without you, and you are a huge part of this. For those who’ve never partnered financially, if the heart of this trip resonates with you, would you consider chipping in (donate here) so we can continue the work of changing lives and transforming communities around the world. Even a small donation can make a big difference. The total cost of this trip will be around $3,000 but the Kingdom value is immeasurable.

For the Kingdom,
Jason Bollinger


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