Surrounded, I could not help but wonder if the Jihad suicide bombers that blew up the nightclub killing over 200 people and wounding many more in 2002 had once worshiped in this mosque conveniently situated less than three minutes away from the site of the attack. Or perhaps, the multiple suicide strikes launched last October, targeting and killing western families had been devised and launched from this mosque?

Nevertheless, it did not exactly matter as I starred into the scorching eyes of the Imam (religious leader of the Mosque) surrounded by surprisingly radicalized Muslims in silent confrontation. With the signature practiced and perfected “angry Islamic leader scowl” wrinkling his face he asked me many questions trying to discern my agenda. In the onslaught of interrogation there was one question that left his lips with distinct governance and soul piercing agenda…. “Are you a Christian?”  

Before my grand inquisition with the top-dog I ventured into the massive Middle Eastern inspired structure with one goal…to establish first contact with one of the devout patrons within. With a weeks worth of growth on my face combined with my dark skin, I was readily welcomed with the standard Muslim greeting.

Abdul, a devout Muslim from the Indonesian islands of Suluwesi quickly gravitated towards me as I was obviously a new face in the Mosque. We proceeded to engage in an extended conversation with the standard “get to know you” questions. As the conversation matured we moved passed the smooth surface of polite chit chat to the deeper waters that drive the hearts of men. 

With sincerity of concern Abdul asked, “Drew is your wife Muslim?”  I responded, “No Abdul, my wife is not Muslim.” Leaning towards me Abdul increased the sternness of his voice and in masculine passion responded, “You must be strong with her. Force her to become Muslim!”

Conversing with Abdul, I could strongly sense the brotherhood, passion, unity, purpose and agenda coursing through the mosque amongst its subscribers. There was substance.  However, there was a critical something I did not feel, not even remotely. Where was love? No, love was not present. Not even the ridiculously gut wrenching, Sunday morning smile and pat your neighbor on the back sitting next to you in church sort of “love.”

Abdul is the one smiling on the far right.  

In the middle of the night early in the first-century Jesus revealed the fundamental core of God’s nature to a spiritual leader of the Jewish people afraid to be seen with him during the day. Jesus told a confused Nicodemus, “God so loved…” (John 3:16).  In his purest essence, at the core of his eternal nature, the motive of all his other omnipotent attributes is the engine of love… He is loves founder, its designer, the original author. God is love.

There are many religions in the world and to go along with them, impressively religious people; Paul even spoke about people in the church able to fathom all knowledge, people holding tremendous prophetic gifting and others having the type of faith that repositions mountains. He said despite all the gifting, ability, leadership capacity, position in ministry blah, blah, blah…without love, they are nothing (1 Cor. 13).

Jesus’ closet friend, confidante, and apostolic leader of the first-century church wrote this, “Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love” (1 John 4:7-8).

Surrounded by radicalized Muslims in the most populous Muslim nation in the world, minutes from targets blown up by Jihad suicide bombers and starring into the Imam’s storm of rage boiling just below the surface, the question again pierced my soul, “Are you a Christian?”  Listening to the sound of my own heartbeat, I calmly responded, “No, I am not a Christian.”

“I am a follower of Jesus.”

Until the whole world knows,

Man, I can’t believe it has been a week since I last updated the blog. Time seems to stand still and move forward at an accelerated pace here in harmonious simultaneity. I know that sounds impossible…maybe it’s simply third-world culture or the mystical nature of this island, or perhaps that Sarah and I have been ridiculously busy for the last seven days.

Sarah in the arena.

Sarah has been aiding an orphanage we are connected to and working with the staff teaching street kids English. I have been working on research and writing a proposal for building a critically contextualized mission base here on the island. While digging through some archived files on my computer during a research session I came across this quote. I used to read it often when I was launching Fluid’s first mission teams into some of the most dangerous and unreached nations of the world at age 23. The establishment said I was too young. The odds seemed insurmountable but passion and calling drove me forward.

"It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly...who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who have never known neither victory nor defeat." - Teddy Roosevelt

The unbridled passion, conviction and resilient fortitude emanating from Roosevelt’s core as he made this statement, grips my soul with intensity. Men and women of action committed to something greater than themselves can identify with the raw integrity of Roosevelt’s position.

Again, I face what seem to be impossible odds, a nation saturated in Islamic ideology, the indifferent fatalistic attitude of the third-word, rampant educational, financial and moral poverty and the unbelievable lack of resources to do anything about it. In this, I am not afraid to fail. What does terrify me is lying in my bed fifty years from now and being one of the cold and timid souls Roosevelt spoke of who never truly lived.

As Sarah says, “We are on a great adventure with God.” Serving Jesus is going to look different in every one of our lives. We are not all called to serve in the largest Islamic nation per capita in the world. For you, your “great adventure with God” may be raising a family, building a business, or volunteering at your local church. Despite our different callings one thing remains the same, following Jesus will lead you into the arena. What you do when you get there… now that is what counts – Luke 1:37.

Until the whole world knows,

Sitting tonight at my desk in our bedroom with a cool breeze blowing through the open windows, the exotic sounds of Balinese woodwind instruments are floating across the rice fields from a close by temple and filling our room.  Listening to the soothing melodies played on ancient ceremonial instruments there is one word cluster I can not seem to get out of my head…“misappropriation of resources.” The thought has been haunting me all day.

In my country of origin there seems to be three to four churches on every block all advertising what the latest sermon series is for the weekend. It’s like an all you can eat buffet, if you don’t like what one is serving up on Sunday just stroll on over to the next and fill your plate.  

Where Sarah and I live it is possible to travel all day without once coming across a church. There are no multimillion dollar building projects, six digit advertising budgets, or crazy televangelists raving on TV ( I am seriously thankful about the latter J ).  There are literally tens of millions of people who have never had a chance to hear the Good News, experience the joy of worship, or receive the deep inner peace of personal forgiveness that only comes through Jesus.

Jesus addressed this problem just before he appointed and sent out the seventy-two disciples to proclaim the Good News of the Kingdom in Luke 10. Jesus told his crew, “The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few.” In other words, there is a lot of work to be done and not enough people willing to do it.

After taking the gospel to more than a dozen of the world’s most hostile countries, I have never experienced the gravity of this statement in such a deep way.  Living in the middle of the need I can actually begin to comprehend its enormity. It has ceased to be an infomercial asking for thirty dollars a month to feed starving children in Africa drowned out by MTVor a motivational sermon about reaching the world forgotten over lunch after church, but a statement made by Jesus that has blazed off the pages of my bible and into tangible reality.

There is so much to be done in the under-reached nations of the world. The good news is there ARE enough resources (human and financial) to adequately complete the task that has been commissioned to the church by its Leader. The bad news is the resources are disproportioned and need to be re-allocated. The best news is Jesus gave us a tremendous insight on how to do just that… “Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field.”

Yeah, yeah I know, it’s the same old sob story that we have all heard a thousand times… or is it?

"Answering a student's question, 'Will the people who have not heard the Gospel be saved?' Thus, 'It is more a question with me whether we, who have the Gospel and fail to give it to those who have not, can be saved."  CHARLES SPURGEON – THE GREATEST PREACHER OF THE 18TH CENTURY.  

Until the whole world knows,

Five days last week were dedicated to mapping out and exploring the undeveloped east coast. Historically, the infrastructure to easily reach it has not been in place but in the last couple of months a new major road has opened unlocking an efficient route to reach previously untouched areas. I am not sure what it is about the east coast that captivates me, maybe it is the pristine beauty, the volcanic cloud covered mountains, or that there is not a known church anywhere in the immediate vicinity of the region.  

          On the "road" near a fishing village exploring the East Coast. 

Other missionaries, on the island strongly believe the south of Bali is where it is all happening. Nevertheless, my heart continues to be drawn to the remoteness of the east. Someone has to go and tell them the News that they have not yet heard…not even once. I am not sure if it will be Sarah and I, but before I went to sleep last night the Lord bombed this scripture on me.   

“Then the man brought me to the gate facing east, and I saw the glory of the God of Israel coming from the east. His voice was like the roar of rushing waters and the land was radiant with his glory.” – Ezekiel 43:1-2

          Fisherman coming in from the mornings work.

 Please take a few seconds right now and pray this prayer:

“Lord Jesus, I ask you to open the east gates that have remained closed allowing your glory to flood the nation of Indonesia through eastern Bali. May your Kingdom come and your light dawn on the people living where your truth is not known and your word is not heard. Send your workers into this area to proclaim freedom to the captives, to give sight to those who are blind, and to establish your church where it does not yet exist.”   

Until the whole world knows,

After returning to base camp and completing the long journey inland from a foreword ministry outpost in the back of an open cargo truck, roaring up and down what seemed to be the impossibly steep roads of Nusa Penida, I was more than ready to be done with the day. Sitting in front of my bunk, I could sense a subsurface buzz stirring through the camp. Hungry from the long days work I ventured back to the cooking area to see what was for dinner. To my unpleasant surprise there it was in all of its former glory, the gift of a village chief…dinner. This one was not going to the dogs, it was a dog!

After my hopes for a delicious meal to end the day came abysmally crashing down, there He was again whispering to my heart. At that moment I realized for the last two-thousand years His sent ones, aka missionaries, have been dealing with this cultural issue.  

“The Lord appointed seventy-two and sent them two by two ahead of him to every town and place he was about to go. He told them…“stay in that house eating and drinking whatever they give you…when you enter a town and are welcomed, eat what is set before you.”  Luke 10:1-9 (paraphrased)

It is all part of the package, you may have to read the fine print to find it but nevertheless...it is there. When Jesus said, "whatever" he ment WHATEVER.

Unpacking the historical and cultural significance of this command gives us a tremendous insight into the missional non-religious heart of God. Crossing the massive canyon of culture on a bridge named “incarnation” and identifying on every level with the people one is trying to reach, no matter how uncomfortable it may be, is the model of the Master. Bon Appetite!   

WARNING: THESE PICTURES ARE GRAPHIC. IF YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH DO NOT INGEST.

The traditional way of preparing dog in Indonesia. Light the whole thing up and remove the hair, skin, and fat by fire.

 After the dog has passed through the fire it is ready to be prepared for stewing in a pot for several hours.

The finished entree on the plate and in the mouth! Oh yeah...sooo good. For those of you wondering, yes, Sarah did chow down! 

Until the whole world knows,

 Crossing the ultra deep-water Badung Straight was uneventful as Sarah and I traveled to the unreached island of Nusa Penida last week. Aiding an indigenous church planting team made up of a coalition of churches committed to reaching the people of Penida, Fluid Mission was the only international member of the coalition. This expedition was the principal step to planting the first church in the island’s history.

Initial contact was established through medical services provided by four doctors who traveled with our team. Carrying thousands of dollars worth of prescription drugs and medical aid, with the permission of the village chiefs’, we set up ministry outposts in ancient animistic temples and public congregating areas of the villages. Over the course of the week our team treated and ministered to 1,054 unreached people of Pendia in the name of Jesus!

The village chiefs and elders were extremely enthusiastic about our presence and gave us a special gift. (I will write more about this later).

After the final coalition debriefing we are excited to report that a successful first contact has been made and the preliminary groundwork for the cell plant is underway. With the generous support of our partners Fluid Mission was able to sponsor three indigenous missionaries for the mission to Penida and aided in the distribution of medical aid to the poor.

Below are pictures capturing the mission.  

 Sarah loving on the unreached children of Nusa Penida.

Sarah and I will be working with our indigenous based church to help reach the unreached island of Nusa Penida next week. We will be traveling to the island with a mission team on Tuesday morning via local public ferry (these things are more than exciting) across the deep water straight between islands. There are only twenty known believers on the island of which none are indigenous. The objective of the expedition is to organize the first stages of a cell plant connected with the church we are aiding. With the success of the cell we hope to see a strong fully indigenous church emerge to reach the village communities living on the island.

In the picture below when looking at the horizon you will be able to see the micro island rise out of the ocean.

Please pray for us this next week. We were informed in the briefing that from the preliminary research conducted we will be the first team into the area in the village's history. There are always risks associated with introducing the Good News to an area who has not yet heard.

“It has always been my ambition to preach the gospel where Christ was not known, so that I would not be building on someone else’s foundation. Rather as it is written:

Those who were not told about him will see, and those who have not heard will understand.” -  Romans 15:20-21

Until the whole world knows,

Security is an issue in the area Sarah and I live. Every year there are a number of violent robberies targeting western individuals. The local perception regarding the “bule” (boo-lay) or foreigner is that they are all extravagantly rich and can afford to have a few items of value taken from them, even by the use of extreme force. Anyone looking at our bank account statement can prove that misnomer a hoax. To help combat the situation in a positive manner Sarah and I have added a new member to our family and work here in Indonesia.

Moses is a six month old Doberman Pincher with championship European bloodlines. Over the last couple of weeks we have been seriously working with Moses to train him in the basics of obedience…sit, stay, shake, fetch, etc. Earlier this week I was working him out on the beach without his leash. Watching him intensely chase down the toy I was throwing and return it back to me was definitely exhilarating, I knew the hours of obedience training were paying off. Towards the end of our session a black lab appeared on the beach. The excitement of another dog overwhelmed Moses and in a matter of seconds this captivating “distraction” had him in all out pursuit chasing the lab half way down the beach. As I called his name repeatedly he continued to run in a direction and pursue an object I did not intend for him to pursue. I knew his obedience was not complete. It was at that moment I realized that any dog can run, but it takes an obedient champion to heel at his Master’s side.

Philippians 2:5-11

 "Your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus...And being found in appearance as a man,  he humbled himself and became obedient to death—even death on a cross!  Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth,  and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father."

Sarah walking Moses on the dirt road in front of our house. Today he is six months old.

Until the whole world knows,

This morning we awoke to an unusual downpour in the middle of the dry season. I was supposed to have a surf meeting early this morning with two M’s, from South Africa who have just returned from pioneering an overland route to the Mentawai islands off the coast of North Sumatra, but due to the heavy rain and wind the meeting was cancelled. They stayed in the homes of the villagers with no running water or electricity. The area is so heavily influenced by Islam that the villagers were trying to convert the team to Islam as they stayed in their homes! The M’s from South Africa are hoping to establish a working outpost on the islands to begin reaching the strong Islamic population.

“He said to me, ‘You are my Son; today I have become your Father. Ask of me, and I will make the nations your inheritance, the ends of the earth your possession.” Psalm 2:8

The message is powerfully moving forward to the ends of the earth. There are hundreds of thousands of people all over the world who remain nameless and faceless, giving their lives to the love epic that has been gripping the earth for the last two thousand years... joining God in his mission to reach the world.

Until the whole world knows,

OK guys, Sarah and I are going to try to keep a steady feed of blog entries rolling your way from the largest Muslim country per capita in the world! For everyone that keeps asking us to update the site on our weekly activities your persistence has definitely paid off (Matthew 7:7-8)! We have been in country now for a little over two months and man has it been crazy, rewarding, stressful, exciting and stretching all at the same time. For the last five weeks we have been getting to know our new area, studying the language, getting lost, connecting with other M’s in the region, getting lost, preaching, sharing, hosting home groups and getting lost. We are going to try to keep words to a minimum and pictures to a maximum, but knowing how I can be long winded… don’t count on it. The Lord has been bombing Psalm 1:1-3 on me for the last two days. I have paraphrased it below.

“Blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked.  His delight is in the word of the Lord and on his word he meditates day and night. Being nurtured by the word he is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither. Whatever he does prospers.” A paraphrase of Psalm 1:1-3

Please pray for Sarah and I that the work the Lord has called us to do would grow deep roots into this nation, prospering and bearing good fruit…fruit that will last.    

We finally bought a camera so here are a couple of pictures of the landscape from around our area.

This is what the majority of the landscape looks like around the village area where we are staying.

This is the sunset a quarter of a mile from the beach that is closest to our base.

 A picture of an Indonesian boy launching a kite over the rice fields to help keep out unwanted pests.

A traditional beach BBQ - Indo style!

Until the whole world knows,

ASSOCIATED PRESS

MOUNT MERAPI, Indonesia - Thousands of people fled the fertile slopes of Indonesia's most dangerous volcano Saturday as glowing lava oozed down the side and ash and rock spewed from the mountaintop, leading authorities to warn that an eruption could come soon.

"People around here believe that if Merapi is going to explode there will be a sign, a magical sign," Budi, a 30 year old farmer said, sitting on a mat sipping coffee. "Either it comes in a dream, or in the form of a hallucination."

Although most Indonesians are Muslim, many also follow animist beliefs and worship ancient spirits. Often at full moons, they trek to crater rims and throw in rice, jewelry and live animals to appease the volcanoes. Merapi, is one of at least 129 active volcanoes in the country, which lies along the Pacific "Ring of Fire" — a series of fault lines that feed volcanoes stretching from the Western Hemisphere through Japan and into Southeast Asia.

                                                                                     Associated Press Photos

Mount Merapi is about 250 miles east of our current location in central Java. Spewing hot ash, lava and superheated gases into the air the authorities are declaring that an eruption is eminent. Many of the villages surrounding the volcano are undergoing mandatory governmental evacuation.

It has been my observation that when life threatening natural or human inspired disasters strike a nation, people group, or city, like the one unfolding in central Java, a unique opportunity usually presents itself. During the intensity of the situation, a window into a cultures’ worldview slides open, and for a second it is possible to peer into the soul of a people, somewhat understanding how they perceive the universe and world around them.

In Indonesia the amalgamation of centuries of imported hollow shelled religion including Hinduism and Islam has left a highly syncretistic society. What we may see on the surface level, the world’s most populous Muslim nation in number and form, is a far cry from what is truly pulsing through the heart of the people.

I wonder what Jesus would tell Budi, the 30 year old animist, who refuses to leave his home near the base of the volcano despite its impending eruption. King David said it best in Psalm 144:5 when he wrote, “Part your heavens, O LORD, and come down; touch the mountains, so that they smoke,” Where the presence of the Lord is…the fire follows. For our God is a consuming fire!

until the whole world knows,

Sarah and I are currently rocketing at 572 miles per hour 38,000 feet over the Pacific Ocean in route to our new home, the largest Muslim nation per capita in the world. David Crowder’s song “Open Skies” is serving as a great accompaniment to the amazing bolts of lightning shooting across the literally midnight black sky…it is about 12:20am.  Psalm 29 is rocking my world.

Ascribe to the LORD the glory due his name;
       worship the LORD in the splendor of his holiness.

 The voice of the LORD is over the waters;
       the God of glory thunders,
       the LORD thunders over the mighty waters.

  The voice of the LORD is powerful;
       the voice of the LORD is majestic.

                                                 Psalm 29:2-4

As we are in route to our new home, halfway across the world, Sarah and I pray that the voice of the Lord will continue to thunder in all of our lives.

Until the whole world knows,

  drew and sarah

KABUL, Afghanistan - An Afghan man who allegedly converted from Islam to Christianity is being prosecuted in a Kabul court and could be sentenced to death, a judge said Sunday.

The defendant, Abdul Rahman, was arrested last month after his family went to the police and accused him of becoming a Christian, Judge Ansarullah Mawlavezada told the Associated Press in an interview. Such a conversion would violate the country's Islamic laws.

Rahman, who is believed to be 41, was charged with rejecting Islam when his trial started last week, the judge said.

During the hearing, the defendant allegedly confessed that he converted from Islam to Christianity 16 years ago when he was 25 and working as a medical aid worker for Afghan refugees in neighboring Pakistan, Mawlavezada said.

Afghanistan's constitution is based on Shariah law, which states that any Muslim who rejects their religion should be sentenced to death.

"We are not against any particular religion in the world. But in Afghanistan, this sort of thing is against the law," the judge said. "It is an attack on Islam. ... The prosecutor is asking for the death penalty."

FOOD FOR THOUGHT | PAULS CHARGE TO TIMOTHY | 2 TIMOTHY 3:10-12

"You, however, know all about my teaching, my way of life, my purpose, faith, patience, love, endurance, persecutions, sufferings—what kinds of things happened to me in Antioch, Iconium and Lystra, the persecutions I endured. Yet the Lord rescued me from all of them. In fact, everyone who wants to live a godly life in Christ Jesus will be persecuted..." 2 Timothy 3:10-12

Abdul Rahman is currently on trial for his faith in Afghanistan. What Paul communicated to his spiritual son, Timothy, almost two thousand years ago is currently transpiring in many of the least reached nations of the world today. Believers living godly lives will be persecuted.

As I sit here and write this I wonder when the last time I was persecuted for following Jesus. After serving in Iran, Iraq, Indonesia and many other intensely persecuted nations I can’t pinpoint a single instance. From my life experience the most severe times of persecution have not come from outside the church but from believers within. Paul did not say that every believer will be persecuted he said that every believer who wants to live a godly life will be persecuted.

Abdul Rahman’s faith is being reported all over the world. Pray that God would continue to give him the grace to live a life of love and uncompromised faith as he sits in an Afghani prison waiting for trial. Pray as Paul did when he was uncertain of his fate sitting in prison writing to the church in Philippi “I know that through your prayers and the help given by the Spirit of Jesus Christ, what has happened to me will turn out for my deliverance. I eagerly expect and hope that I will in no way be ashamed, but will have sufficient courage so that now as always Christ will be exalted in my body, whether by life or by death.” (Philippians 1:19-20).

until the whole world knows,

Last Friday was my last official day at Viastream Media Corporation. Walking out of the office I turned around just outside the doorway and peered back into the entryway for a moment as so many thoughts and memories rushed through my head.  For the last two years I have poured my life into the concept and creation of the company, growing from an idea around a kitchen table to an enterprising team of eight professionals in a downtown office. The vision is alive and growing and it belongs to Him.     

 I felt a very real and significant transition as I closed the door behind me and walked down the hallway. I knew that I was walking into what I have asked the Lord to be His desire for my life’s work. One thing I have learned over the last few years, but which has graciously been made known to me again in the last few months is this simple truth. My life is not my own. I do not belong to myself.

A genuine wise guy named Solomon once said, “There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under the sun” (Eccl 3:1).  Right now, Sarah and I are in a time of preparation gearing up for our move to Indonesia. For you it is most likely something else, but as one season of our lives transitions to the next, there should be one common to us all…the season of Jesus’ lordship ruling the decision making thrones of our hearts. It is only in the heat of this season, as the King sits on His throne in our hearts, that we can truly cry…My life is not my own...use my life for your glory Lord Jesus.

until the whole world knows,

    drew and sarah

Welcome to the new site! We sincerely hope that you enjoy it. Adam, with his mad skills has worked night and day to bring this bad boy to life. If you are looking for the best in web engineering and graphic design, Viastream Media Corporation is the only way to go! (Ok, so I am a little biased since it is the company that I founded with some of the most talented people east of the Rocky Mountains…seriously).

Over the last couple of weeks Sarah and I have begun to make serious preparations for the next season. Oh yeah, for those who don’t know what that entails we are relocating to the largest Muslim nation in the world! After the World Mandate Missions conference in Waco, Texas at the beginning of this month we felt the Lord wanted us to buy our tickets and leave the first week in May. The cool thing is we bought ONE WAY tickets. For those of you who have never done that before I suggest doing it at least one-time in your life! When reading our flight itinerary (half of its usual length) a humorless feeling of commitment, which is somewhat sobering, always settles in my chest. I think that is why I have read the itinerary a dozen times or so in the last couple of days. It is official…we are committed.

Talking about commitment, I definitely wonder what went through the masses of people’s heads who where traveling with Jesus through the countryside from town to town listening to his teaching. For example, in Luke 14:25 Jesus turns to the crowds and makes a few radical statements regarding what it means to truly follow him. “Anyone who does not carry his cross and follow me cannot be my disciple” (Luke 14:27) and again “Any of you who does not give up everything he has cannot be my disciple” (Luke 14:33). Jesus is telling the crowds a hard truth regarding what it takes to move from the masses (hearers of his word) to his inner group of followers (committed and disciplined doers of his word). These statements are definitely hard to deal with, but through these extreme certainties Jesus made his point. To be intimately close to him, in his inner circle if you will, it will cost you even more than commitment…it will cost you everything.

Sarah and I invite you to begin this exciting journey of uncompromised obedience to Jesus and his will for your life with us. Following Jesus is going to look different in every one of our lives…for Sarah and I it involves moving to Indonesia, for you it might be raising a family or building a business, but despite our different callings one thing remains the same. No one can serve two masters. “No one who puts his hand to the plow and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God” (Luke 9:62). When we made Jesus the Lord of our lives…we ALL bought a one way ticket.

Until the whole world knows,

drew and sarah