Welcome! Here you will find all of my prayer letters written ever since I started the ministry as a Missionary to Honduras, and then as I now am as a Missionary to the Spanish-Speaking People of the Americas. We hope to update this with our current prayer letter that we send out every two months.

Tuesday, December 28, 1999

December 1999

Dear praying friends,

The month of December was spent a lot closer to home than the months prior.  November was spent in New England and surrounding areas.  But, December was spent mostly in Alabama and Tennessee with meetings all along the way.
December was a prosperous month, I had three new Churches take me on for support!  In one Church that I went to, everyone in the Church was sick.  No one showed up but the Pastor and the Assistant Pastor.  When I came in, they told me that everyone was sick and unable to attend.  But, they said they'd take me on for support anyway.  That was a first.  I've never had a Church take me on without seeing my slides or hearing me preach.  That was a real blessing.
In Oneida, Tennessee, I was invited to be in a Christmas Parade with the Church there.  The Church had a float in the parade with a big Bible on it.  We had probably 40 people from the Church involved and we passed out tracts adn streetpreached in the parade.  There were streetpreachers in front of the float preaching and some behind the float preaching.  At one time I counted 6 preachers preaching to the crowd at one time as we walked down the streets!  It was awesome.  People standing on the side of the road were getting six different sermons as we walked by!  And, everyone else from the Church was passing out tracts.  We soaked that town with the Gospel!  I noticed many folks had two or three tracts, and still kept taking more.  I don't remember seeing anyone turn one down.
For Christmas, I went to Oklahoma where my mother and her family live.  I was able to witness to them, but they are hard to win to the Lord.  The best way I knew how, I gave my grandmother Lord the Gospel, but her mind kept wandering.  It's hard to deal with older people.  She'll be 89 in January.  (Please pray for her).  I was also able to show them my slides from Honduras, and preach to them through those.
I had a great opportunity to witness to my cousin's husband for over 30 minutes as he was driving me to my Mom's house.  He and I were alone, and he began asking me questions because he knew I was a Preacher.   I asked him if he had ever been saved.  He said he was saved one day when he was flying his airplane and the wind was howling at over 40 knots.  He couldn't land safely, and had to circle the airport four times.  During that time, he prayed adn asked God to help him land the plane.  He finally brought it down safely, but it was a little bumpy.  He thought God saved him from crashing, adn that was what I mean by "being saved."
I explained to him the difference of being saved physically adn spiritually.  "You must be born again!" I told him.  He listened intenly, but wouldn't say much.  Finally, he started talking about his Philosophy class adn about how he learned about different religions.  He went on and on about that.  I told him, "Religion is what a man does to justify himself before God.  But Salvation is what a man takes when he realizes he is a Sinner, and must have God's righteousness."  Then, I quoted Eph. 2:8 and 9 and some other verses. He started talking about faith, and asked me, "What is faith?"  Before I could answer, he said, "So and so says it's that and my friend said it was that... etc."  Praying and asking God for wisdom, I finally told him, "Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen!"  He look at me adn said, "That's pretty good!"  I said, "It ought to be, because it's Scripture."  (Heb. 11:1).
He didn't get saved, but I could tell the Lord was working on him.  And, he's really searching.  Please keep him in your prayers.  His name is Randy Fletcher.

Thanks again for your prayers and support,

Robert Ray Breaker III