Begun in Faith

God called me to be a missionary when I was 14 years old. Since then, He has called me to Extreme Nazarene, Argentina, and Brazil. In all those changes, He always called me to be a missionary, not a pastor. I never had any desire to be a pastor, and I love being a missionary. People often ask me if I am a pastor, and it just feels good to be able to say “nope!” I love showing them that all Christians can know the Bible and boldly tell others about Jesus. It’s not just for pastors. I'm including some of my favorite preaching pictures, just because After finishing my time planting a church in Cordoba, Argentina, I moved to Brasilia, Brazil to open a missionary training center to plant more churches. Shortly after arriving in Brazil, I returned to Cordoba for a two week visit. This was in October 2017. One afternoon, I was sitting in the church with Pastora Jaci, with whom I had worked for two years while I was in Argentina, and an Argentine woman. Pra Jaci was counseling

Discipleship is beautiful and so so strange. Especially our breed of discipleship on the mission field that always starts with building a friendship with a complete stranger. Our victory cries are “I got her number!!” “She texted me back!!” “She’s actually talking to me!!” Satan loves isolating us. Whether it’s with prideful lies of I don’t need help or depressing lies of I don’t deserve help, he will tell us whatever we need to hear in order to keep us from connecting with each other or God. So it’s hard. We aren’t used to opening up to or trusting each other. Especially some weirdo from a different country who wants to pray with me and talk to me about God all the time. But discipleship is beautiful because God uses it to transform more people into weirdos who love Him and listen to Him and talk about Him and love others. Discipleship breakfast with Pra Ericléia, missionaries, and church leaders complete with secret sister gifts (I got a super cute shirt and earrings from