The outdoor theatre, El Faro, is turning out beautifully. We should finish it by Christmas. I wanted to dedicate it on the 28th of September, my birthday, but I think it is going to be for Jesus' birthday, and that is much better. Stepping around ditches and boards last night, we had 60 people in attendance sitting in plastic chairs on the two terraces we have. The terraces are not grassed, and we are not ready yet to begin services, but the people can't wait.

We have seen miracles. People of all ages are giving their hearts to Jesus and we see their lives change. A lady with weaping psoriasis and pain experienced the pain stop as we prayed, and the next week her hands had healthy unbroken skin. A man with a deep ulcer in the bottom of his foot realized that the pain was gone as we prayed, and the next service he came without a limp and without an ulcer. Young people are giving their lives to preach the gospel. We have Mosatenes, Chimanis, Esse Ejjas, Quechuas, and Aymaras coming, and each speak their particular language, but understand Spanish.

We give to urgent needs due to the poverty. People come who can pay the $l.25 for the doctor's visit, but don't have the $l0 for the medicine for infection and pain. People from upriver are coming here to study in high school with no place to live. Three of them live with us. We have rented a room for $l8 per month for two more who are brothers and Quechuas. If you saw the simple accomodations you would wonder how they could be so happy and grateful to us.

The son of a widow with seven children came yesterday from across the river as I was studying and praying to prepare to preach the Sunday night service. Rick and I went with him as he had asked us to go pray for his mother who has an open right breast from cancer. She was very weak, but trusting God for healing. She wants to raise her children. We prayed and are believing God will heal her. The community gave enough $ for her first two treatments of chemo, but now there was no more money and four treatments and surgery to go. We gave half the money, $l70, and wrote a letter to the people here to give sacrificially to raise the other $l70, explaining that we are in a building program and are equipping a TV station. As Jesus sat looking at us from very weak eyes, with only sparce patches of hair hanging on to the cool perspiring scalp, I knew God would help us to help her. This is only one example of the type thing we face so often.

The manager of the radio station earns a salary of $l00 a month to work with us full-time. As I was studying yesterday he came. "Dad," he said, "I visited my mother today. She has nothing in the house to eat. Can you give me $2.50?" Another came,then another, and another. Pray for us. Sometimes it is very difficult for us all.

Good-bye, and may God bless you and America and Bolivia.

To support this vital ministry, send donations to the following address:

Jack Spiers
P.O. Box 303
Carrabelle, FL 32322
(850) 697-3660
jackinbolivia@yahoo.com