The people who we minister to everyday have to be slowly persuaded with an impersonation (read incarnation) of the love of Jesus intravenously through a drip bag. Its slow, relational, personal, making disciples, not at all like “church as usual”…in fact, we get so close you can watch their tears fall down their face upon his feet, you can hear the vase of their alabaster hope crack open when his fragrance floods their parched souls, you can literally watch the weight of shame drop off shoulders when he writes in the sand of their sin.

Thanks to all who support us and the work we do in His Name.