Xay was coming home from a football game on his motorcycle when a drunk driver swerved across the road and knocked him off his bike. He wasn’t wearing a helmet so his skull cracked when it hit the road. The local hospital is not equipped to deal with this kind of concussion so he needs to be taken to the capital for treatment.

However, the Phuan people live a long way from the big city - 10 hours by car. Granted there are airplanes but they only fly in on certain days.

Simply put, the Phuan are isolated. They are isolated from modern medical care, isolated from education, isolated from the rest of the world and worst of all by far, isolated from the Good News.

• Please pray that bridges for the Gospel will be built into the families of Phuan people.

Fire
The sky was orange with flames. Four dry months had made the tall grass tinder dry. Uncle was beating at the flames with a shovel – getting more desperate by the moment – as the flames marched toward his house. One neighbor came to help then another and another. The men beat the flames with tree branches while women carried precious buckets of water. It took a concerted effort – emphasized by Uncle’s loud, urgent grunts as he worked – then all of a sudden the tide of flames was broken and its advance toward the house was halted.

• For generations the purposes of the evil one have gone more or less unchecked among the Phuan people. Please join with us in serving notice that the advance of the “flames” is about to be broken and a New Kingdom is about to take over!