For many of us, the images of the 1992 LA Riots is something we will never forget. Its aftermath left our city wounded, scarred and divided, often on racial grounds. But 20 years later, God is reconciling what was broken.
To commemorate the 20th anniversary of the LA Riots, a multi-ethnic coalition of faith leaders is joining forces to bring long-needed healing and forgiveness to our communities.
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Our friend, Kytia, parallels everyday circumstances, such as repairing a leak in the ceiling, to lessons that God teaches us, like healing our greatest pains from the inside out. Kytia’s testimony reminds us that God can use times of great sadness, confusion and struggle to break open our hearts and bring healing.
Recently, my husband and I had our first encounter with serious repairs to our apartment. Ever since the first time it rained while we were living on our own, we’ve been dealing with leaks here and there in our office. There was even an incident when I noticed a leak above my computer desk right before we were about to leave for a meeting. If we had left just a few minutes sooner, my keyboard might have been soaked by the time we returned home and that would have been a whole other problem.
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Here is a powerful story of how our writer, Ed, learned an equation that most find difficult to accept: Failure + Faith x Perseverance = Success. Sometimes we are so fixated on doing what is “right” or what we believe is pleasing to God that we overlook the greater purpose: Bringing Him joy. Then, when we wonder why our good deeds aren’t acknowledged, God reminds us that it isn’t about us. The fruits of our goodness will stir change, but we must have faith, patience and perseverance.
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight.” (Proverbs 3:5-5 NIV)
A lot of times we see and hear about amazing testimonies of God. What we rarely hear about is the journey that got them there. One day I was on the subway praying and asking the Lord for an opportunity to see somebody healed. I’d watched a lot of testimonies from Bethel Church and wanted to see it firsthand. After I finished praying the subway reached my station. The doors opened up and low and behold, a girl in a wheelchair with a cast on her leg was sitting outside.
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Recently, a group called Youth With A Mission Denver visited Orange County to share the word of God to some of the OC residents. Many were exposed to God’s love and power, and a few even experienced healing through prayer. This video is a snapshot of what went down on the beaches of OC, and how God’s presence was felt by many who were there that day.
Never underestimate the power of prayer. Prayers are heard by God no matter where you are and in any form, whether by mouth or through Facebook.
We have here a short but awesome video from our Voice, Tony, the street evangelist. In this video, a friend of Tony shares her story of being instantly healed from sickness by simply praying a prayer that was written for her on her Facebook Wall.
Do you eat to live or live to eat? What if you stop eating altogether? Our courageous sister, C Chou found her answer in the midst of her battle with eating disorder.
Eating is special to me because I starved myself in high school.
At 15, I packed my bags and struck out to Aurora, IL where I attended a state-funded boarding school called the Illinois Math and Science Academy (IMSA). At a very raw and difficult time in my family life, I flipped them all a very polite bird and peaced out. I was running away from problems, and they followed me. It was leaping out of the frying pan into the fire. And you can’t stop drop and roll for three years.
Without exaggeration I could write volumes about my adventures there.
I was a terror to the administration; it was a totalitarian school regime with anarchy always brewing: we were the bold sip of guerilla warfare. It was a noble affair to keep things awake. The academics were rigorous but rich; the social life was a very strange hierarchy of nerds and ubernerds and seminerds, milling amongst ourselves. To this day, my closest and dearest friends boast war wounds from those years. We wear our scars proudly.
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Does your church need a wake up call? Our friend Stephen shares an inspiring story of God bringing the Holy Spirit back to a church that was just going through the motions.
I have been attending a church for the past 5 Sundays and it’s the kind of place where it’s hard to feel the presence of the Holy Spirit at all. They come sing their hymns, listen to the sermon and say their goodbyes and church is over. The members are mostly in their 50s, 60s, and 70s. The reason I’ve been going is because a Korean church rents this place and the Korean church is also pretty much Holy Spirit-less.
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God remembers those we have forgotten. Will you follow when He calls you to love the unlovable? Our friend Arielle came all the way from Singapore to be a missionary here in downtown LA’s Skid Row and shares an amazing testimony of healing and love in a place we so often ignore.
I was a volunteer with a church group that hits Skid Row regularly. We feed them, befriend them, pray with them & simply make ourselves available for God to touch them.
On a typical morning on 27th May 2011, when we were walking around telling people about free food, my friends spotted a lady (let’s call her T) limping along the streets. T was knocked down by a car a month ago & broke her right knee. Her surgery was in fact due the next day but was still open to us praying for her…[click “Read More” below to continue]
My name is Lewis, and in 1996, my dad and I were involved in a very bad car accident in Monaco that left my left ankle totally shattered. I had to undergo 6 hours of reconstructive surgery with a metal plate and 6 screws. When I returned to the U.S., I began to suffer from ankle pains and I went to see a specialist.
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