Charlotte, North Carolina! Spring Ministry Trip Recap & Testimonies

From April 6th to the 15th, our IHOPU student ministry team was in Charlotte, North Carolina to serve the people and churches of Charlotte. God was with us! We experienced testimonies of miracles and healing, both physical and relational.

I am so proud of our team! There were 20 of us, led by our student leaders, Madison and Faith (amazing MEN of God with easily mistaken gender-neutral names haha), and our coaches Benjamin & Hannah Robinson.

Here’s a recap and celebration of what God did during out time in Charlotte!

Saturday, April 6th

Morning – Lovelife Charlotte @ Abortion Clinic

We participated in a LoveLife Charlotte prayer walk @ an abortion clinic. This particular clinic was one of the largest abortion clinics in the Midwest and performs a high percentage of the abortions that take place in Charlotte.

We worshiped and prayed around the facility and heard testimonies. Meanwhile, there were many vocal dissenters holding up signs pointing cars towards the abortion clinic. There were clearly people who were unhappy with what we were doing, even though we simply held peaceful gatherings and never approached them directly.

After the event, I felt very somber in my spirit. The thought of all the babies that had been killed at that facility felt like a stone in my gut. I could barely speak afterwards, but I truly believe that our prayers are making a difference. It is particularly encouraging to hear Pro-Life leaders speak from their beliefs and say things like, “When abortion ends…” or “When God ends abortion…” It’s not a matter of if but when.

And when abortion does end, in the words of Kris Vallotton, “50 years from now the world will look back on this human genocide the same way we view the Nazis, slavery, and Native America slaughter; with disdain, shame, and deep regret. Our grandchildren will ask us, ‘Grandmother, Grandpa, how come nobody stopped them from killing the babies?’”

LoveLife Charlotte website:

Evening – Live Music in Uptown

A few of us went to Uptown Charlotte to perform live music in the squares and pray for people.

I had the opportunity to share my testimony and lead a worship song from the microphone, and amazingly I wasn’t scared at all! I knew that what we were doing would sow seeds of love & life into peoples’ hearts, so this wasn’t anything to be ashamed of. My hope was simply to encourage people and reveal to them the Father who created them and loves them with an unconditional love.

We got to pray for a couple of people who were visiting from out of town, drug addicts, and also a family from Nashville who heard the music from a nearby hotel and came down to see what we were doing.

One of our guys held up a sign that said, “Back pain? Free consultation,” and we saw multiple people get healed!

Sunday, April 7th

Me leading worship @ Steele Creek Church youth service

Afternoon – Brazilian BBQ & mini convergence gathering

In the afternoon, our team enjoyed Brazilian BBQ at the Reis family home (one of students’ parents). At the end, we ended up praying for their family, which turned into an amazing time of healing and intercession. I was so amazed!

It was like a little Homecoming/Convergence gathering right in front of our eyes. The Holy Spirit moved, and there were many tears. God is truly doing something in IHOP and creating Family among us, since the Convergence gathering last September!

Monday, April 8th

Half-day – Cleaning church campus

We spent half the day cleaning the Eastfield church, which was a new Steele Creek campus. Cutting grass, pulling out weeds, vacuuming and deep cleaning the sanctuary and classrooms.

Evening – Concord House of Prayer

That evening we led a Worship with the Word (WWW) set at Concord House of Prayer (CHOP). A 1-hour set ended up going on for FOUR hours! We just couldn’t stop; the presence of God and spirit of worship was so tangible and thick in the room. I was so inspired by the heart of worship in our team members.

Tuesday, April 9th

Early in the morning, we led another WWW set at CHOP.

Some of our team got to lead morning worship at Comenius private school in Charlotte.

Noon – Evangelism @ bus stop

At noon, Freddie Powers, a fiery woman of God who is part of Morning Star Ministries, took us to evangelize at a downtown bus station. We walked around giving out free snacks & candies, sharing the gospel or praying with people.

Many of them were clearly homeless and/or on drugs. It was actually very eye-opening to see the brokenness in so many of their lives. Nevertheless, God’s love broke in, and it was encouraging to see the light that entered their eyes when we approached them with the love of the Gospel.

Praying for woman at Charlotte bus station

Afternoon – Children’s Outreach @ Trailer Park

*This was one of my favorite ministry opportunities from this trip.

That afternoon we got to meet and work with a brother-sister duo, Steven & Christina Rivera, to do a children’s outreach at a trailer park. About 30-40 kids showed up. We performed an Easter-themed skit about the resurrection of Christ, played games with them, fed them, and ended it with an Easter egg hunt.

What really impressed me was the young man Steven who started this ministry FIVE years ago. He is no more than 25-years old, and yet he’s never missed one week to serve these kids and demonstrate the Gospel to them for the last five years. Why? He shared the story with us over dinner:

“Who is my neighbor?”

Five years ago, Steven had just gotten back from a YWAM short-term mission trip to Thailand; he longed to go back but the Lord didn’t open doors. One day he was driving around his neighborhood in Charlotte (his family has a big house) when suddenly God told him, “Turn here.” So he made a right turn and discovered this trailer park, just three minutes away from his home. He had no idea it was there—he’d lived in his family home for the prior 10 years and never knew that such poverty and brokenness was just around the corner. God told him, “This is your mission field.” And since then, he’d been going there every week on Tuesdays at 5pm to serve these kids.

I was particularly impressed by his faithfulness and lack of selfish ambition in doing children’s outreach every week at a trailer park. Many children’s pastors do it for a few years and quit because they want to do real “adult” ministry, but Steven has caught a real vision from God. He’s not doing it to promote himself. Sometimes he’ll be there alone, helping to feed and share the Gospel to 20-30 kids, but God has also been faithful to send helpers.

I feel like Steven is the perfect demonstration of “Who is my neighbor?” (Luke 10, Good Samaritan parable) Practically, our neighbors are those around us. We don’t have to fly to the other side of the world, like Thailand (or even North Carolina), to love our “neighbors.” Our mission field can be right here at home. They may literally be 3 minutes away from where you live.

Wednesday, April 10th

Morning – Breakfast @ the Robinsons’

Rob & Erika Robinson, founders of Kingdom Business Association, associated with Morning Star Ministries

Our coach Benjamin Robinsons’ parents’ Rob & Erika prepared breakfast for our whole team and shared their marriage & family testimonies.

So inspiring: Every morning Rob wakes up to pray at 3:30am, makes coffee for his wife at 6am, then she gets up and prays until 8am.

Two intercessory promises they use to intercede for their family everyday are, “Me and my house shall be saved.” “Me and my house shall serve the Lord.” And it’s worked! Erica has 500 years of Christianity in her ancestry and NOT ONE DIVORCE! Wow! Now many of their children, including Benjamin, are in full-time ministry.

Noon – Bob Jones Vision Center (Morning Star Ministries)

Afternoon – Q&A with Dr. Michael Brown @ Fire International School of Ministry

During Dr. Michael Brown’s live podcast, “Line of Fire”! Our students were allowed to watch from the control room

We had the amazing opportunity to sit down with Dr. Michael Brown and ask him questions covering hot topics like homosexuality, feminism, and Israel.

He showed us around his studio, and we even got to stay a couple minutes in the control room while he hosted his daily podcast called “The Line of Fire,” which airs throughout the U.S.

Dr. Michael Brown is a Christian radio host, author, professor and noted proponent of Messianic Judaism. See his website:

Evening – Youth worship night @ Steele Creek church

Thursday, April 11th

Morning – We had the honor of prophesying over the pastors of Steele Creek church. I love encouraging pastors, because they don’t get that a lot.

Evening – CHOP worship night with Jaye Thomas

Friday, April 12th

Evening – Worship night with Jaye Thomas

We partnered with One:11 Ministries to lead a worship night. I was able to release prophetic words for healing on the mic, and many people were touched by God and healed.

Saturday, April 13th

Afternoon – Morning Star Outreach

We went out and did Treasure Hunts, which is when you ask God for “clues” about who you might meet (“the treasure”), e.g. location, clothing items, appearance, personal needs, etc. and then you go out and look for those clues. These lead to divine appointments with people to share the gospel, pray for healing, etc.

One young girl had a braided bracelet on, which was one of my “clues,” so I told her about my treasure hunt and that God was highlighting her to me. Her friends said, “Wow! That’s crazy, because she really needs prayer.” Praise God for divine appointments!

Sunday, April 14th

Sunday morning I led worship @ the Steele Creek Eastfield campus. That afternoon, we drove to Nashville to spend the night before driving back to Kansas City.

Monday, April 15th

Morning – Playing Hotel Piano & Praying for Hotel Staff

Here’s a pretty cool testimony. I woke up pretty early that day, so I went down to the lobby and asked if I could play the piano there. The front desk lady, Korrie, was very happy to let me play. I ended up playing free worship for more than an hour, playing and praying that God would shift the atmosphere. Many people, including guests and staff, would stop to listen.

When it was time to leave, Korrie (the front desk lady) didn’t want me to leave. I asked if I could pray for her, and as I was praying I felt prompted to plead the blood of Jesus over her family’s health. She said, “That’s crazy. You have no idea how much that means to me. My husband’s been having health issues, and he was just sent to the hospital this morning.” Both of us were encouraged! God really does speak to us, and He loves us so much.


My biggest takeaway from this ministry trip was how easy and simple it is to bless someone’s day and reach out to the people around us—they don’t have to be on the other side of the world. They can literally be our neighbors.

Some of the most impactful moments on this trip were when I stepped out of my comfort zone to reach out to strangers around me and share the love of the Gospel with them. I don’t need to wait for the next ministry trip to experience this.

Jesus commanded us to “love our neighbors.” “Who is my neighbor?” he was asked. They are the people we pass by on the streets. They are at the mall, at the bus station, literally living next door to us. And even a simple smile and hello or “God bless you” will probably mean more to them than we’ll ever realize. Sometimes simply to be seen and appreciated communicates love more than anything else. But it is so easy to miss these opportunities to really see people and encounter them with God’s love because we’re naturally self-centered.

My prayer is that the Lord opens my eyes to see what He sees and feel what He feels for the people around me, whenever and wherever I am.

Lord, don’t let me wait until the next ministry trip to step out of my comfort zone and love on those You called me to love. They are right here in my city and community, in my school and in my small group. Teach me to love my neighbor, just as You loved me and gave Yourself for me. Amen!

My Journey Through the Last Two Years

The last time I posted a blog was more than two years ago! Since then so much has happened, and I’ve learned a lot about who I am as a person and about the character of God. He is good, and He is faithful through it all—the good and the bad. I want to share a bit with you what I’ve experienced and discovered over the last two years.

But before that…

First of all, I no longer live in Fremont, California. If you know me or have been following me on social media, you know that in August of last year I moved to Kansas City, Missouri, to join the International House of Prayer. I am technically a student this year (I graduate in May) and will be officially joining the faculty this summer as a music teacher for Forerunner Music Academy Chinese, which is part of the International House of Prayer University (IHOPU).

How did I end up in Kansas City?

This all started with a conversation I had back in December 2017 with Nicole Tsai, director of FSMC and FMAC. Over dinner, she invited me to join their teaching faculty. After time in prayer and deliberation, I agreed to come. But in order to join staff at IHOP, you have to go through an internship or the university. Since I’ll be a teacher in the Chinese school, it made sense to go through the Chinese school as a student first.

Honestly I never thought I would actually move to Kansas City and join IHOP. The last time I might have entertained a seedling of the idea was when I graduated high school, about ten years ago. At that time I had actually applied and auditioned for FMA and got accepted, but I decided not to come. For one, I already had a life, a career and a platform at Forerunner Christian Church in Fremont, California. I wasn’t just comfortable; I suppose I considered myself “successful” in some ways. I had found my “niche” as a Chinese worship leader, singer-songwriter and producer. I had setup my own home studio and I was already making music. I was doing what I loved, and the people around me loved me. Genuinely. From the outside there seemed no reason to leave.

Of course the plot twist

That was until 2015 when my spiritual immaturity and perfectionist/performance mentality finally caught up with me. I had been giving more than I had to give, and my soul was crying out for a hiatus. That’s when I decided to apply for Bethel School of Supernatural Ministry. I spent three years there. For the most part I did little ministry, except for the times in between when I’d come back to Fremont or travel across Asia to serve in conferences and the like. I grew up a lot. I learned more about God—His creativity and His Kingdom’s culture of honor and empowerment.

I thought, “This is good. This is just what I needed to balance out what Christianity has looked like to me for the most part of my life. Now, my vision of the Father is more complete.” I thought I could go back to Fremont and continue my ministry the way it was before, albeit with healthier and more mature spiritual foundation and expectations.

Not all is as it seems

Of course, it wasn’t “all good.” This journey is never ending. The moment we think we’ve “made it,” God pulls in the magnifying glass and reveals things underneath the surface that we never imagined could exist, and then He turns up the heat until it feels like we’re practically sizzling under His intense gaze.

In my last post “My 2016 Summer—Journey from Powerlessness to Free & Responsible,” I shared a bit about what God was teaching me regarding owning and taking responsibility for my attitude and response in the context of ministry, rather than adopting a victim mentality and feeling powerless. And, without a doubt, God has done a lot in my heart related to this subject.

But He wasn’t done yet. The summer of 2016 was in between my second and third year at Bethel. On May 2017 I officially graduated from Bethel after finishing three years of their ministry school. Now the real test was to begin.

And, boy, did it.

The Beginning

Literally a month after I graduated, God began to turn my world upside down. I won’t go into details now (or maybe ever) but some things happened that launched me into a whirlwind of an emotional rollercoaster like nothing I had ever experienced before. Firstly, my brother Vincent got radically transformed at a gathering in Montreal, Canada. My whole family had been praying and fasting for him to encounter the Lord for years. Seeing him get touched by the Lord and used in such a powerful way (to dance prophetically on stage before tens of thousands, leading the next generation into a new level of freedom and reconciliation with the older generation) was like a dream come true. I still rejoice about it to this day. My family is the greatest joy of my heart.

That summer in 2017 I also went to Taiwan to serve in youth camps and other conferences. We were prepared for an intense itinerary—weeks on end, non-stop service and ministry. This is what I was used to. It was nothing new, and yet something was different because my heart wasn’t in the right place. Like I said, I had been launched head-on into an emotional rollercoaster (I will call it my “dark night of the soul”), that I wasn’t prepared for and neither were the people around me. Weeks into our intense serving schedule, I—and those around me—began to sense that perhaps what I really needed was a time-out. So out of the graciousness of their heart, my pastors on the trip allowed me to take a break. I needed to sort some things out.

The Sorting

As a result, and pretty much out of the blue, I ended up having two weeks alone to myself in Taipei, Taiwan. I lived by myself in a gorgeous loft in the middle of the city and could take the metro anywhere I wanted. Yet everyday I found myself going to cafes and walking around with no agenda. I didn’t want to “go places” or “do things.” I just needed to process what was going on in my heart. I’m not sure I did a very good job at it, but, all in all, those two weeks were a gift from heaven. I needed the time to breathe, to write, to compose and basically decompress.

After I came back from Asia, I ended up spending the next year decompressing in Fremont. God didn’t lead me anywhere else immediately. It was a good, solid year of being back in the local church and putting my hands to work, producing music for the church and for some friends. I’m actually very proud of myself; I helped to produce two EP‘s for FRCC Music from start to finish, including arranging and composing all the orchestration for these epic, bigger-than-life songs.

The Peeling

So what happened with that “Dark night of the soul” I had mentioned earlier? (“Dark night of the soul” is a reference to how many Bible scholars describe this part of the Bride’s journey in Song of Solomon chapter 5, when she can no longer feel the Beloved’s presence and gets beaten by the watchmen. I plan to write a post studying this passage more in depth later on.) Throughout those twelves months of being back in Fremont, God continued to drive His blade deeper and deeper into my heart. I felt like Eustace in the Chronicles of Narnia when Aslan dug his claws into his flesh and began peeling off layer and layer of dragon skin until finally Eustace turned into a boy again. Here’s an excerpt from the book that adequately describes how I felt during this time:

“The very first tear he made was so deep that I thought it had gone right into my heart. And when he began pulling the skin off, it hurt worse than anything I’ve ever felt. The only thing that made me able to bear it was just the pleasure of feeling the stuff peel off. . . .”The Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C. S. Lewis

The imagery seems quite appropriate to how I felt—the utter brokenness and even humiliation I felt during this “dark night of the soul,” like God was tearing off layer after layer of my pride and false expectations. I felt like a dragon, a beast, something horridly ugly and offensive, being torn apart, down the middle, from the left and the right. Nothing excruciatingly traumatic had happened to me (let’s just be clear), and yet the pain was like a suffocating fog looming all around me everyday for months.

“Man’s Search For Meaning”

Finally the apex of this “Dark night” occurred around the end of 2017, near the time I went to Kansas City and met up with Nicole Tsai who invited me to join their staff. Somehow I ended up reading Viktor E. Frankl’s book Man’s Search For Meaning, and it practically saved my life—emotionally and spiritually.

Frankl was a psychiatrist working on a book about logotherapy (a form of psychiatry that focuses on helping clients discover their meaning of life) when World War II happened and he was sent to a concentration camp. In the camps (he survived TheresienstadtAuschwitz, Kaufering and Türkheim), he was able to witness the extreme perimeters of man’s psyche, both the most depraved as well as the noblest of characters. He still ended up writing his book, at the end of WWII, as a Holocaust survivor, and his book continues to teach and inspire people all over the world about the meaning of life—because even in the midst of the most evil of regimes, love and nobility and the meaning of life are still as relevant as ever, if not even more so.

I cannot recommend this book more. I think every person ought to read it. It changed the way I look at life and at pain and suffering. The latter were no longer things I should try to ignore or get rid of, but rather pain and suffering became the arena to which I was called upon to prove my nobility and develop my character.

(I include some of my favorite quotes from the book at the very bottom of this post. Go read them if you’d like a proper dose of revelation and encouragement. But of course, I recommend you read the entire book for yourself.)


I wouldn’t say it got easier after reading Frankl’s book but it definitely put everything into perspective. The pain that I was feeling didn’t feel “pointless,” if that makes any sense. I could see that there was a purpose to my suffering, that life itself (or God) was expecting something out of me in this season, and it was up to me to make the right decision. Would I choose to respond according to my faith and values or react out of fear and self-preservation? I still had the ability to choose, and that could never be taken away from me.

It’s still a daily choice. How easy it is to forget that we hold the key to our own happiness and the fulfillment of a meaningful life. Happiness isn’t found by pursuing happiness; it is found by taking responsibility for our calling and living each day with purpose.

There is only one thing that I dread: not to be worthy of my sufferings.” –Fyodor Dostoevsky


Now that I live here in Kansas City, I must say it’s been a little easier to refocus and re-center on what’s important. It’s probably because KC is in the middle of nowhere (the heartland of America), and life is a little less busy and hectic here. It’s probably because, as IHOPU students, we are mandated to spend a certain number of hours in the prayer room, and even science has proven that meditation and prayer boosts emotional health. It’s probably because since moving here I’ve surrounded myself with amazing girlfriends and a strong community. (This is also something I’ve learned and grown in a lot over the past few years, i.e. the importance of building quality relationships and prioritizing quality time.) It’s probably because I know that God is the one who called me here (since this was never my idea in the first place), and this sense of purpose trumps any offenses or discomfort I may experience while I’m here.

For such a time as this

And in fact, I can see clearly that God brought me here for such a time as this. Why didn’t He bring me to IHOP ten years earlier when I had just graduated high school? Why now? Besides the obvious that now I’m here by invitation and with the guarantee of a job after graduation, God has clearly been doing something significant here at IHOP since the Convergence gathering last September. Then it was the Onething conference in December, which Mike announced would be the last Onething conference in the foreseeable future.

All of these things happened after I moved to Kansas City, and I get to be a part of it! Who could have picked a better time? I certainly had no idea all of this would happen when I made my decision to move my entire life over here, to the middle of nowhere, away from my friends and family, church and ministry. But God knew. He had a great purpose for me here, and it’s still unfolding.

And this is what I have learned the most over the last two years. God is good. He is faithful. All of the time. Even in the bad. His purpose prevails, and there is a calling waiting for us in the midst of our suffering and pain. There is a calling waiting for our response. And the moment we do respond, everything falls into perspective and all we can do is worship and stand in awe of His infinite wisdom and graciousness towards us.

So, I hope that this encourages you in some way. I’m sharing my story not just to update you all on how I’ve been over the last two years (since I’ve been quite silent here on this blog!) but also to celebrate the fact that God is faithful. He has been for me, and He will be for you!

I’ll keep sharing some personal stories and testimonies in this space, as well as other updates on my life and music (You can subscribe on my homepage), and hopefully the next post won’t be in two years.

Excerpts from Man’s Search for Meaning by Viktor E. Frankl

Is that theory true which would have us believe that man is no more than a product of many conditional and environment factors—be they of a biological, psychological or sociological nature? Is man but an accidental product of these? Most important, do the prisoners’ reactions to the singular world of the concentration camp prove that man cannot escape the influences of his surroundings? Does man have no choice of action in the face of such circumstances?

We can answer these questions from experience as well as on principle. The experiences of camp life show that man does have a choice of action. There were enough examples, often of a heroic nature, which proved that apathy could be overcome, irritability suppressed. Man can preserve a vestige of spiritual freedom, of independence of mind, even in such terrible conditions of psychic and physical stress.

We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.

And there were always choices to make. Every day, every hour, offered the opportunity to make a decision, a decision which determined whether you would or would not submit to those powers which threatened to rob you of your very self, your inner freedom; which determined whether or not you would become the plaything of circumstance, renouncing freedom and dignity to become molded into the form of the typical inmate.

…in the final analysis it becomes clear that the sort of person the prisoner became was the result of an inner decision, and not the result of camp influences alone. Fundamentally, therefore, any man can, even under such circumstances, decide what shall become of him—mentally and spiritually. He may retain his human dignity even in a concentration camp. Dostoevski said once, “There is only one thing that I dread: not to be worthy of my sufferings.”… It can be said that they were worthy of their sufferings; the way they bore their suffering was a genuine inner achievement. It is the spiritual freedom—which cannot be taken away—that makes life meaningful and purposeful.

–Man’s Search for Meaning (p.65-67), Emphasis added

What matters, therefore, is not the meaning of life in general but rather the specific meaning of a person’s life at a given moment… One should not search for an abstract meaning of life. Everyone has his own specific vocation or mission in life to carry out a concrete assignment with demand fulfillment. Therein he cannot be replaced, nor can his life be repeated. Thus, everyone’s task is as unique as is his specific opportunity to implement it

As each situation in life represents a challenge to man and presents a problem for him to solve, the question of the meaning of life may actually be reversed. Ultimately, man should not ask what the meaning of his life is, but rather he must recognize that it is he who is asked. In a word, each man is questioned by life; and he can only answer to life by answering for his own life; to life he can only respond by being responsible. Thus, logotherapy sees in responsibleness the very essence of human existence.

… This emphasis on responsibleness is reflected in the categorical imperative of logotherapy, which is: “Live as if you were living already for the second time and as if you had acted the first time as wrongly as you are about to act now!” It seems to me that there is nothing which would stimulate a man’s sense of responsibleness more than this maxim, which invites him to imagine first that the present is past and, second, that the past may yet be changed and amended. Such a precept confronts him with life’s finiteness as well as the finality of what he makes out of both his life and himself.

Logotherapy tries to make the patient fully aware of his own responsibleness.

— Man’s Search for Meaning (p.108-109), Emphasis added

My 2016 Summer – Journey from Powerlessness to Free & Responsible


I know it’s already 2017, but last summer God led me through a process that I’ve been meaning to write down for the last six months. I think it’s important to record the stories and lessons we experience, even if it’s just to remind ourselves over and over again of God’s goodness and faithfulness.

The story I want to tell is that of my journey from powerlessness to being Free & Responsible (one of Bethel’s core values). It was not easy learning this lesson (and I’m definitely still in the middle of it), but I hope that my account of this journey will bless you as it has blessed me.

“A Grand Vision”

On June 12th, 2016, I went to a coworkers meeting for our church’s young adult intensive school. Near the end of the meeting, one of our pastors began sharing her vision for the school. “In the future, I envision expanding to even more countries and starting new schools with specific focuses, such as creative arts! We’re going to do so much more; this is just the beginning.”

We were already doing six schools a year, 60 days a year. (And this wasn’t part of my job–I was just a very dedicated volunteer.) I couldn’t imagine what “more” would look like. I was exhausted just thinking about it.

I looked around at the faces of everyone, trying to decipher what they were feeling as they were hearing this—mainly because I was super confused by the emotions that were being wrought up inside of me. I thought, “Anyone else hearing this must be super excited about our pastor’s vision. It’s expanding the Kingdom and encountering the lives of young people all over the world… But why is it that all I want to do is cry?”

And not a ‘touched by God’ sort of cry. I wanted to crawl up into a ball and ugly cry.
Continue reading My 2016 Summer – Journey from Powerlessness to Free & Responsible

My Mentors and What I’ve Learned From Them: Doing Flows From Being

Hey Everyone! It’s been awhile since I last posted something, but so much has happened. I’ve needed to write for a long time, and finally now, 36,000 feet in the air, on a plane, I’ve found the time to do it.

Chris and I aboard the plane

(We’re currently heading to Taiwan to minister at 青年學校 [young adult intensive school] in Tainan for a week, and I’ll be leading worship.)

Where I’m At

It’s been an eventful last few months. I’ll start with where I’m at—not meaning my current physical location, which is as I mentioned, somewhere above the Pacific Ocean, four hours from our destination of Taoyuan International Airport. I’m currently in the middle of my Third Year at Bethel School of Supernatural Ministry. Third year is different from First and Second Year in that it’s an internship, and for nine months you have the privilege of interning for a Bethel leader (there is an interviewing and selection process), and they become your mentor. Continue reading My Mentors and What I’ve Learned From Them: Doing Flows From Being

Artist Interview: Thandi Gamedze

Artist Interview

Thandi Gamedze | Spoken Word Artist

March 4, 2016

This morning, I recorded Thandi’s spoken word titled “Your Pen” in my bedroom studio. Thandi hails from South Africa and is a third-year student at BSSM. She also has a huge heart for social justice. I interviewed her after our recording session and got to learn a lot about her creative journey with God and the revelation she has about God’s great value for creativity.

What is your dream as a spoken word artist? Continue reading Artist Interview: Thandi Gamedze