The Importance of the OPPORTUNITY

As Christmas draws near and the much welcomed north winds blow off the river cooling everything down a bit I sit here in my tiny office space entering paperwork into the computer. The past two and a half month I’ve let stacks of receipts and papers pile up while I traveled here, there and everywhere, but now the end of the year is nearly here and ministry paperwork has to be finished in time to present it to the Nicaraguan government. I reflect back over the last several weeks as I take a small break from my work to type up a few words to send to friends and family back in the USA.
Three weeks ago I traveled back by bus from Managua the capital city to inquire of requirements of the Nicaraguan government for the ministry; Upon my return from Managua to Waspam my dad and I began talking of the upcoming largest-annual conference held by the local Moravian churches along the river. “So they still want us to come even after all the false reports that the pastor from upriver sent to the leaders?” I asked my Dad. “Yes, and they even gave us and hour two days in a row to present a drama (skit) and for me to preach,” Dad replied looking up from the paper he held in his hand. “What is the subject that they will be covering those five days?” I asked trying to figure out which drama would be best to present. “They picked a strange one this time,” my dad said laughing and scratching his head a little, “it’s Where Was Satan Born?” That’s a really strange subject to cover in a large conference,” I replied but with a thought beginning to birth into my mind. “We could make our own drama of Satan being thrown out of heaven and devising a plan of how he could deceive people and show it the first day.” “Yeah, maybe,” Dad responded seeming unsure of where I was going with this. “The second day we could follow through with an example of Satan deceiving a girl with different things like sexual immorality, addictions, fashion, etc.” I continued. “We could even add a preacher into the mix that tries to help her and ties her into the church but her heart won’t be ready to surrender her sin.” Dad chimed in catching the vision. “In the end Jesus will come in and explain to her how she can truly have victory over her chains of sin that bind her, and she’ll surrender her life to him and He’ll set her free,” I said finishing the drama that had played through my mind. “But there is one problem,” I said coming to the realization that we only had a week left before the conference; “to make the drama be really affective we’ll need to record the music and the words so that the people will be drawn into what they are seeing. Maybe if that were all Chris, John and I did this next week we could get the recording done but we wouldn’t have time to practice.” “But it would be so powerful, surely you can do it; God will help you,” Dad stated with a tone in his voice that said the decision made.
Upon returning to KrinKrin the next day, Chris, John and I spent four full days in the studio room from early morning till late at night, finishing the recordings in time to practice for two days.

Drama presentation on the second day

Mom sewed our costumes and a week later we headed back down river where nearly a thousand people had gathered to attend the conference. After much prayer we stepped onto the stage to present a visual of the gospel before many who have never understood the grace of God poured out for their lives. Though the place was very chaotic with so many people who have never been taught to sit quietly, when we set foot on that stage all eyes seemed glued, and when Dad began to teach the congregation became silent and listened intently. Nothing other than the Spirit of God could have caused so many attentive hearts and minds. We left praising God for the work he had done through us before such a large crowd.

After visiting a new missionary family located about an hour from Waspam I returned home again.
This weekend Chris, Lizzie, Marcos, a native pastor Jesse and his wife Jorianani who are staying in KrinKrin for pastor training, and I got the opportunity to go up a creek off of the main river to a small congregation to hold church service with them Saturday evening and Sunday morning. With only several dozen people we worshiped our Good Father. Sunday morning about an hour after church was supposed to have started I stood on the bank of the creek letting the cool air blow across my face and enjoyed the beauty of nature as the first members made their way toward the church house. My thoughts roamed back to the weekend before when I had stood before nearly a thousand and now I would join a few dozen, yet what gratitude overflowed from the hearts of this small congregation that we would be mindful enough of them to visit them in the mist of land conflict between them and Spanish settlers. Upon our arrival at 4:00 Saturday afternoon we had been served a large plate of rice, spaghetti and cassava (a luxurious meal for them) prepared by one of the members, followed by another large meal of rice, fish, cooked banana, and cassava at 6:00pm prepared by the young pastor’s wife. For breakfast Sunday morning after the pastors wife had fed us each a large meal another member of the church brought us each another large plate of food, still yet another member sent several plates of food and wabul (a drink made of cooked bananas), as well as some prepared turtle meat. Needless to say we were unable to eat all that was set before us. The members of that small church had shown their gratitude in the best way they knew how.

Extra food after we ate breakfast

I left that afternoon with a bunch of ripe bananas in my hand rejoicing for this small opportunity to pour into the lives of these people. God in His ever faithful way had once again spoken to me, this time through a small group of grateful people. I am not to look at the size or the greatness of the opportunity to judge its importance, but rather to accept every opportunity that He gives me and make the most of it. So today I ask myself, whether doing paperwork, visiting with a friend, smiling at a child, or on a stage in front of a thousand people, AM I MAKING THE MOST OF EVERY OPPERTUNITTY THAT GOD HAS GIVEN ME? Make the most of every opportunity because the days are evil. Eph 5:16
Today, are you making the most of every opportunity that God is giving you?

I pray each of you have a blessed Christmas.

Sarah Lee


Large Moravian conference


Church services at small village

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Bible Class for the Hungry

Dear loved ones,

I pray that you all are doing well, and that you are living in obedience to God and in the shaddow of His grace. We had a very interesting and exciting week this past week. We had 65 people here all last week, giving them about 6 hours of classes each day. The classes were on God’s law, repentance, surrendering our life to God, and salvation by the Holy Spirit.

The people where from the little Baptist Churches that we are leading now. Since there are only a couple of pastors, and those don’t understand many of the principles of God’s word, we decided to bring them all here and teach them. Later after we have had time to train some pastors we will be sending them out to the churches to teach the people, but for now this is the better option.

The teachings were pretty intense, but the people listened well. And God was faithful to have His Spirit here at work teaching the people and giving them understanding of what they heard. The principles and teachings of God are so contrary to the culture where they grew up in. And most of traditional Christianity that is here hasn’t separated those two out. They have just mixed Christianity with the culture making one big awful stew, where many pastors are also the village witch doctor.

There were times when there was great discontent and even anger that rose up when they heard the teachings, to which I would at times just have to lift up the Bible and remind them that I’m reading out of the Bible and not something that I am just making up. Amazingly almost all of them stuck out the 25 hours of classes, plus discussion time, plus a total of several hours of preaching during church services in the evenings.

Many of them were seriously wanting to know the will of God, and were very grateful to be able to receive these teachings. All of them heard and understood things about God that they had never understood before. We gave everyone of them a new Bible in there own language and encouraged them to read them daily. For the ones who couldn’t read, we encourage them to have a family member that could read to do so every day. We gave them a paper with scripture references on many different things in life, to help them find answers to their questions. It was an amazing opportunity to be able to pour the truth of God into these precious people.


I would like to share the story of one individual who came to the classes. As Chris was bringing the people with our big boat, he was just ready to push out from this one village when a young man came running down the bank and jumped into the boat. Chris told him that these classes are only for the members of the Baptist churches, because of space restrictions. Chris tried and tried to get him to get off, but he just hunker down and refused to get off, so Chris finally gave up and brought him anyway.

He went through all the classes and listened intently. But the real story didn’t come out until he went forward after the preaching on Sunday morning and wanted to give his life to Jesus and follow him. After asking him a few questions, this is what he told us.

“On Tuesday morning I was laying in my hammock on my porch sleeping. I saw a man in a white robe walk up to me and got ahold of the rope of my hammock. He shook my hammock and said, ‘Get up and go to the river and get on the boat that’s leaving.’ I was sleepy and didn’t pay much attention, but nestled back down to go to sleep again.”

“He shook my hammock this time more vigorously and said, ‘Get up and go to the river now, the people are leaving.’ I sat up in my hammock and I asked him, ‘Where are they going?’ ‘They are going to KrinKrin to receive Bible classs there’ the man said, and then disappeared.”

“I woke up out of my sleep with a jerk and scrambled out of my hammock. I looked toward the river and there was a big line of people heading that way. I tried to get to my senses to figure out what was really going on, but realized that they were actually leaving. So I grabbed a couple of shirts and a pair of pants and stuck them in to a bag and took off running for the river. I got there just as they were pushing out, but I still jumped onto the boat and came.”

“On the way I got really scared, so that I was shaking. Because I knew how bad of a man I was, and that I did not honor God with any part of my life. So the idea of going to Bible classes really frightened me, because I didn’t know what God was going to do with me.”

“In the classes I listen to God’s laws, and that by breaking just one law was enough to send me to hell. I always knew that God was an angry God, because that’s what everybody told me. But then I heard that God had pity on the people, and for the first time ever I realized that Jesus came to the earth to pay for the price of my sins, and that he did it because he loved me. I still had trouble accepting the fact that God was a loving God, until that night when I saw the Passion Of Christ movie. When I saw how they beat Jesus, and that he did not hit back once, even though he had the power to destroy them all, I knew that His love was real.”

Our God really is an amazing God, and he can do whatever He wants to do! Last month we married a young couple in one of the villages, who realized that living in sin severs God’s blessings and protection. That too was an amazing time where God’s Spirit took His words from truth and penetrated the hearts of many who were there.

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I praise God for allowing us to be a part of His work here with the Miskito people. I also want to thank each and everyone of you who is a part of our team by your prayers and support. God is using you to accomplish His will here, to set free a tribe that has been suppressed by Satan’s lies for too long. Please do continue to pray for the work here, because like always where there are victories won for God’s Kingdom, there is huge opposition from Satan and his clan. The struggles and the threats are real, but so is our God. We love y’all! Eli for all the Lees

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Creek Crossing Adventures

Some sisters go shopping, others will go out to lunch together to get that fun sister time into their schedule. But when living as missionaries in the jungle you have to just squeeze those times in every chance you get.

This day would be one of those days; I could sense it was going to be delightful. I had an errand to run two villages up river and my two oldest sisters, Mary and Eva had decided to join and make it a sister outing. I was excited to say the least. Trudging through the mud and braving the creek wouldn’t be so bad if it could be considered a sister outing.

After walking over half an hour through the jungle and past the first village we got to the creek. Thankfully that day the water was low and someone had placed a bamboo over it so that you could hopefully balance your way across the twenty-four-foot span without taking a swim. Don’t get me wrong, I love swimming, and after walking through the mud for thirty minutes it can actually be refreshing. But the nut so fun part is then having to walk in heavy wet jeans the rest of the way. Thankfully we all made it across the bamboo safely with only one of us taking a dive.

Twenty more minutes of mud and we arrived at our destination. The business we had come to see after was taken care of rather quickly; so after buying each of us a little snack, I took my sisters to see the newest development in the community. Sitting down on the new bridge to eat our snacks under the cool shade of the nearby mango tree, I shared with my sisters the story of the bridge we now sat on. The sidewalks had been there but the bridge had been missing; and so for years everyone passing through had to get off the sidewalk and go through the mud hole across sticks and logs they had put in place, to get to the next section of sidewalk. It was a huge inconvenience, especially at harvest time as the heavy bags of rice and beans were all carried this way. But a few months earlier the ministry had donated enough gas and nails to build a bridge. The community pitched in and each family sold a few pounds of beans to pay someone with a chainsaw to cut the lumber, then coming together for a community workday they had erected this sturdy much needed bridge. They had put their time and effort in and it had been worth it: They constantly thanked us hardily making sure we knew that they appreciated the help that had been provided through the ministry.  Our conversation soon drifted to other aspects of ministry and what God had been teaching us each individually, but all to soon the sun began rotating its way westward, breaking up our conversation and encouraging us to make the trek back home. We took it slow, playing around at and taking photos at the huge tree where the path went right underneath and between the roots, but eventually we found ourselves again at the little creek hoping to make it across the little bamboo without going in. Someone had moved the little makeshift bridge to a little different place causing it to be at a slant. Not taking note of this I accepted the pole cut by our friend Makin who had caught up with us on the trail, and attempted my crossing. The bamboo being at a slant I took only a few steps before plunging into the water. “No big deal,” I thought to myself, “I’ll just have to walk home in soggy clothes.” Our friend Makin cut another pole ensuring that the rest wouldn’t join me and all made it across without incident. I swam to the other side, but as I got out of the water I realized I was missing something: When plunging into the water “with little grace” my half sized machete had been flung out of its sheath on my side. Makin joined in the search, but half an hour later after finding nothing I told him we should give up and go home. Not willing to give up yet Makin made one last dive into the water and came up with a big smile on his face and my machete in his hand. “How did you manage to find it?” I asked him. “There was still one place I hadn’t looked,” he said handing the machete to me. I thanked him numerous times and he assured me it wasn’t any trouble. “What would we do without our friend Makin?” I asked Eva with a wink as we watched the old man walk off. In our first encounter with this strange man we had nicknamed him Angel Man; since that day many things had changed, but our friend never quit his many acts of kindness toward us.

A few months later I found myself again at this location wanting to cross the creek, but this time I didn’t have to worry that I would fall into the creek. The two communities had joined together and put a large log across the creek spanning from one bank to the other. Excited I assumed this bridge would surely last as it was high above the water and wouldn’t be washed away by the rising of the creek. Katie and Derlin and Namahka-Pilhpilia bridge

But my hopes were dashed as only a week later the bridge had been washed away when the water had risen, and I had to swim across the creek with my heavy jeans and boots.

The two communities had tried their best, but their efforts had failed. The sick and elderly once again wouldn’t be able to cross to get to the closest clinic. The wheels in my head began turning: Something could be done. Both villages had shown interest in making the situation better and would surely be willing to put their time into building a bridge if materials could be supplied. So after much thought we are considering building a 120 feet cement and cable bridge that wouldn’t wash away when the creek rises. If anyone is interested in helping fund supplies for this bridge you can contact us for more information.

In Christ, Sarah Lee

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Another Day In KrinKrin

Another Day in KrinKrin


I stepped for a moment out of the office this morning where I’ve been making invitations for a girl’s conference coming up in June. The house is a buzz as normal. It’s only 8:45 but our day began early with breakfast at 6:00am, followed by family devotions. Dishes are washed, water carried, house swept, laundry done by hand and out on the line to dry in the hot dry season sun, and now everyone has found their own days’ work. Dad and Karen are in Puerto Cabezas ministering to a young lady while work here at home continues to happen as normal (what is normal anyway?). Rotten floor boards a being replaced, the cracks in the floor packed with cement, grocery list written, baby being cared for, child training book edited, update video narration written, and ministry flyers being put together. Everyone plays their own role; we are a team. We wouldn’t have it any other way.

I will get back to my work now, but I thought I would give you a glimpse into our life today. May each of you have a blessed day. Sarah Lee


Chris replacing rotten floor boards


Lizzie, Katie, and Eva filling cracks in floor


John babysitting Miracle


Mom making grocery list


Camille editing Child-Training booklet

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