Thursday, November 26, 2015

Our youngest son Ethan needs your Prayers

Friday Nov 20, Ethan Zimmerman was tragically run over by a construction truck, as he was in a crosswalk returning to Gallaudet University in Washington DC. He has multiple fractures and trauma injuries and has not yet regained consciousness. His pelvis and right leg were severly crushed. Ethan was born in Kiribati and grew up on Guam. His parents have been international development missionaries in the Pacific Islands all his life, and continue their work as counselors at Oasis Empowerment Center and are working to support victims of human trafficking and promoting recovery from abuse and addiction. 
Ethan Zimmerman has been studying education and sign language at Gallaudet University, a school committed to serving individuals with disabilities. In June, Ethan served as an intern with Guam's Manha Project, an annual day camp for Deaf and hard of hearing children working to increase language competency and to promote resilience.

Medical costs today are are simply staggering and Doctors are saying the road to his recovery will be a long journey. Ethan's mother, Allison, has relocated to DC to be able to support the recovery process. Your support will help with the many new costs that will be incurred because of this trauma recovery. 

We have set up a Paypal account at oasisguam@icloud.com as well as here in gofundme. It may also be possible to donate airmiles for the cause as we will need to still travel between Guam and DC in order to continue our responsibilities. We will look into that possibility. We will be able to keep people informed of Ethan's progress in this journey of recovery.



Or you can use Paypal as well to help support Ethan and his Trauma Recovery

Monday, May 28, 2012

I felt all alone...

Growing up, I did feel all alone. The little boy in me still felt alone because that place in me and my development was so empty due to that deprivational need I had experienced at such a young age. Today is a new day though. I have been able to come into the light after a fresh encounter with the Lord Himself. In prayer this morning, I felt the weight and pain of alone-ness afresh. It was one year ago today that I fell and shattered my elbow. This terrible triad fracture is a difficult one to repair, but on top of that, the doc who attempted the surgery really botched it up. He should have referred me to a specialist, rather than tackle it himself poorly. My arm is still in a cast one year later, after my forth surgery.

In the midst of all this God is working in my life. He has been healing trauma that has marked my life since childhood and so impacted my personal psyche that I am marked and behave a certain way. Much of what occurred in my life in childhood lives on and impacts my life today. We are all like that. The profound beliefs that we internalize due to events and experiences of the past give us colored lenses through which we look at life and the situations we face in the present.

I saw myself as a small boy, afraid, alone, intimidated. I cried. Partly from how my life has been impacted from the broken elbow. Partly due to fresh feelings of loss and sensing that I am alone in all this. Another person we have loved and cared for this past year is saying goodbye in a few days. Another person we have trusted to help us and to be a valuable team member is moving back to the mainland. The past few years have been marked with significant losses with people leaving. This has been hard to face, alone again is what I feel. Yet I fail to see that I am really not alone at all. I am in the midst of a crowd of lonely people.

Lord, come! Lord shine your light. Lord, I need you! As I quiet my heart, sob a little and wipe my tears, there is a Word of comfort. I sense the shining of the Lord's light. Not just an ambient light, but a search-light with specific focus. And the light shines on me and my life. He sees me. He looks to me. He knows me.

I see myself alone but not because I am the only one there. I feel alone but there are others around. Lord where are you? What is wrong with me? I feel I am unable to trust. I must rely on myself. But these are lies that trap me, that actually are a prison to me and control the way I live and interact with others. Lord set me free.

He comes, he has been preparing a table for me in the presence of my enemies. He comes to choose me. He comes to pick me for His team and puts a jersey and a baseball cap on me. I don't remember ever being selected like that for a team before. I was always the one that was left after everyone else was chosen and the teacher would either put me on one team or the other but no one really wanted me.

And the amazing thing that comes next is being put on His lap and sat at the table and invited to eat whatever I would like to eat. I am amazed. I am loved. I have been chosen and I feel accepted.  


Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Being Transformed by the Word

Rom 8:11 If that same Spirit that raised Christ from the dead dwells within us, it quickens us...
There is a quickening working in and through us in a whole new dimension as the word spoken becomes revelation. We then can share with a kind of "body language" that is not just personality or style but life-giving virtue. This a wonderful glimpse of the prophetic dimension at work: a word spoken, a reality revealed, and the Spirit and Life propelled forward convicting and confronting the lies within the hearer.
  • Consider words or ideas from a Bridal Paradigm...(see Jn 11:25, 1 Cor 6:16-20) and focusing on how these principles (rather than the elemental words) operate in and through our lives as THE WORD incarnates us Becoming Manifest in our Lives.
  • A word like RESURRECTION is a seed that needs to be planted and get rooted in and through our lives. We are first partakers of the fruit and and experience His eternal life operating within us, but there is so much more...it starts to become a fruitful bough that goes over the walls of other people's lives

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Food for thought

Compassion and Accomodation are not the same thing. Compassion cares enough to confront issues that need to be changed for growth to occur, where accomodation just wants to help someone out but may instead fuel dysfunctions even more.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Unpacking

There are so many things to unpack in order to get our load light and become more free to run with the wind of the Spirit. I remember loving riding my bike with the wind as fast as I could go. It was awesome with the wind in my hair. Then when I got a mini-bike, I enjoyed that even more as now I had power to spare. Later on I got more power underneath me and went even faster. 

I think with technology we have been able to overcome and transcend normal human limitations. Because of this we end up accumulating and taking on more than we could normally carry all by ourselves. The other day I was cleaning out our car and was amazed at all the stuff that we had been carrying around in the back. The problem was that the car was at the shop and I was having to carry the stuff to the other vehicle. Now I was facing a task that caused me to actually break a sweat. 

The stuff of life can get overwhelming. For me, I must unload things that God never expected me to carry through this journey. Worry, burdens, heaviness can really drag us down. 

Allison gave me a book by Max Lucado to read this week. Its called Traveling Light and in this book Max has an excellent way of leading me in a fresh experience with the Lord, My Shepherd. Letting go of the things that I need to lay down is a process of self discovery. So here it goes...

Lord, I want to unload this burden of caring for these ministries. The Church belongs to you Lord. Build your church. I don't want to be one who labors in vain. Cleanse me of my vanity and pride that somehow takes glory in my accomplishments for you. I simply want to be your son. I want to enjoy your presence rather than the business of ministry. Reveal yourself and your words of truth to my heart. Let every lie be exposed that causes be carry things I am not designed to carry. I love you Lord, Jesus. Thanks for loving me.