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Thanks to our ministry’s focus on prayer and advocacy, we have with your support been able to have incredible positive impact supporting international youth ministries. At Ends Adventures storytelling is very important to us – and we want to share the stories of our beneficiaries with accuracy and excitement!
The stories that follow are simply a testament of what we can achieve when we exercise our faith, pray without ceasing and advocate passionately to bring the hope of the gospel to global youth through our adventure events.
Sometimes, an adventure begins long before the first mile. For Paula Greve, a cyclist from Iowa, it began with an unexpected encounter at the Southernmost Point in Key West, Florida.
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At the moment, living in Ukraine is like living in a neighborhood where there is always something on fire. Naturally, when there is a fire, firemen are wanted. Not only wanted, they are liked by people, since they help solve immediate problems. And we as Christians need to be firemen; this is what Jesus did. But he didn’t do it always…
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I asked Jess if there were Christians in his part of China. He said, “No religion.” His home was near the place where they found the Terra Cotta Warriors. I told him about our ministry, that we were Christians who found our hope in Jesus Christ, who died on the cross for our sins, and that, with faith in Him, we had the promise of heaven. I gave him a bracelet and asked if I...
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Saleh stood with visible emotion and shared, “I always believed I was doing youth ministry the right way. But through this training, I realized I had much to improve.”
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He knew God had a calling on his life. He later testified, "It was like the Holy Spirit tied a rope around my waist and pulled me forward."
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Years ago, Ploy came to me at camp (attending as a student), having decided life was not worth living anymore, as depressed as I’ve ever seen a person, looking for a way out...
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Walking into the room felt like stepping into a family reunion I didn’t know I needed. Yet the moment our eyes met across the room, it was pure joy. Hug after hug, laughter after laughter, stories picking up exactly where they had left off. Honestly, it made me think: this must be what heaven will feel like.
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Listening to Francis’ Chan’s book, "Letters to the Church," he casually mentioned how a group of his friends got together and read the entire Bible in three days. My ears perked up; that sounded cool! But that little seed planted in my heart sprouted a lot faster than I was anticipating.
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It’s midnight, and the retreat center is quiet. Most of its inhabitants are sleeping peacefully when a taxi pulls in and four Ecuadorians come bounding out—smiles wide, laughter ringing out, and palpable excitement echoing off the brick walls of the compound. Everyone is awake now, but no one minds. The first participants of the School of Youth Ministry Trainers (SYMT) have arrived, and their joy is contagious!
Read MoreYears ago, Ploy came to me at camp (attending as a student), having decided life was not worth living anymore, as depressed as I’ve ever seen a person, looking for a way out…
Walking into the room felt like stepping into a family reunion I didn’t know I needed. Yet the moment our eyes met across the room, it was pure joy. Hug after hug, laughter after laughter, stories picking up exactly where they had left off. Honestly, it made me think: this
Listening to Francis’ Chan’s book, “Letters to the Church,” he casually mentioned how a group of his friends got together and read the entire Bible in three days. My ears perked up; that sounded cool! But that little seed planted in my heart sprouted a lot faster than I was
It’s midnight, and the retreat center is quiet. Most of its inhabitants are sleeping peacefully when a taxi pulls in and four Ecuadorians come bounding out—smiles wide, laughter ringing out, and palpable excitement echoing off the brick walls of the compound. Everyone is awake now, but no one minds. The
“Ok, God. This must be some kind of cruel joke, right? You are not actually asking me to do this are you?” With tears in my eyes I argued with God as I stood looking at these two bedraggled widows standing in front of their make-shift homes on the side
Years ago, Ploy came to me at camp (attending as a student), having decided life was not worth living anymore, as depressed as I’ve ever seen a person, looking for a way out…
Walking into the room felt like stepping into a family reunion I didn’t know I needed. Yet the moment our eyes met across the room, it was pure joy. Hug after hug, laughter after laughter, stories picking up exactly where they had left off. Honestly, it made me think: this
Listening to Francis’ Chan’s book, “Letters to the Church,” he casually mentioned how a group of his friends got together and read the entire Bible in three days. My ears perked up; that sounded cool! But that little seed planted in my heart sprouted a lot faster than I was
It’s midnight, and the retreat center is quiet. Most of its inhabitants are sleeping peacefully when a taxi pulls in and four Ecuadorians come bounding out—smiles wide, laughter ringing out, and palpable excitement echoing off the brick walls of the compound. Everyone is awake now, but no one minds. The
“Ok, God. This must be some kind of cruel joke, right? You are not actually asking me to do this are you?” With tears in my eyes I argued with God as I stood looking at these two bedraggled widows standing in front of their make-shift homes on the side
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Have you ever run into a problem with your bike? Most issues can be prevented with using the A-B-C-Quick Check as a routine way to make sure you are ready to ride.
Read MoreCyclists normally know that hydration is important, but how much is enough? Is six to eight 8-ounce glasses per day is sufficient? What's the answer? Look no further than your toilet!
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