Sunday, June 05, 2016

Children of Golden Hill

Many years ago, I and some friends began an unusual "church" made up mostly of children who were wandering around the streets of an area known as "Golden Hill" in San Diego.  Lots of drugs, crime, violence, broken families, and homelessness.  Yet these were beautiful children.... forever imprinted on my heart. 

Pentecost in Russia

I will be posting some photos I've found in boxes in my garage.  Treasures, to me.

This is a photo of Pentecost, 2014, in a small town in Southern Russia (after the fall of the iron curtain).  I was praying for some villagers and as they knew it was Pentecost, they all asked for me to pray for them to "receive the power of the Holy Spirit"!  Indeed, God graciously granted their wish and we prayed almost all night.  They then went home and prayed for their family members to receive the Holy Spirit.  What a joy these Russians were!!!

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Who are the Syrian refugees?

With all the publicity given to the thousands if not millions of refugees in the Middle East, the question is, "Who are they?"

photo by:  Souleima Chreim

The refugees are not just numbers.  Each one has a name and story to be told, often stories of great suffering yet of courage, endurance, and love.  Despite broken hearts, the loss of beloved family members, each refugee I met cared deeply.  In the midst of confusion and turmoil, each person, man, woman and child, loved and even managed to smile at times.  What a joy to be with them as they gave me more than I was ever able to give them.


I just met a man in Lebanon and spent time with him.  Each day, he walks along the streets of the poor areas of Beirut, just meeting with people, no matter what their religion or background, giving, sharing, talking.  He loves them greatly.  There is so much in the media about the plight of Syrian refugees but little about the people who love them.  The man often says, "Sorry, I don't know if I can pay your hospital bills or provide rent money, but I will try to get you some food for the children... the best I can."  And he does, person by person, child by child.  A man of love on the streets.

Library Link:

THE HIPPO HAS MADE IT TO THE MIDDLE EAST!    The book is out of print, but now the hippo stories (10 of them) are on YouTube.  See the "Library Link" above.  With all the turmoil, rage, fear, violence, and unforgiveness in the region, the Middle Eastern people are also people of great love, sacrifice, hospitality and kindness.  The hippo loves them a lot!  

So, enjoy the YouTube and send links to your friends if you feel led to do so!

Dr. Hippo

Sunday, January 10, 2016

Pathways on the Journey of Life

story, "The Odd Angel"
available on YouTube:


As I say in my introduction, life is a journey.  We walk along a pathway, whether we decide to or not.  We are headed "home."  For those of us who are Christians, "home" is ultimately heaven, where God, our Father, awaits us with open, loving arms. 

Life's pathways are sometimes long, sometimes short, often rocky and steep and at other times, downhill or smooth.  Sometimes we coast along effortlessly and at other times, it is a struggle which seems beyond our capacity.  Can we go on? 

And often we think we know where we're going but life surprises us and suddenly we are heading in new directions.

Most of all, we meet people along life's journey.  Inevitably.  People we like, even love.  People we don't like.  Rich and poor people.  (the story above, "The Odd Angel" is about a homeless man I met).  Smart and not so smart.  Strangers and family.  Some who need help.  Others who help us.

The most important question is how we respond to those we meet along the pathways of life. 

And that is what the life of Jesus was all about.  Instead of avoiding or rejecting them, he had a special love for the poor, the hurting, the rejects, the outcasts.  He went out of his way to touch them and heal them  --  sharing his life, food, and time with them.  He died for them, even for his enemies and those who persecuted and even murdered him.

Jesus showed us true love along the pathways on his journey of life. 

Recent pictures along my life's journey follow.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014


Peter wrote that "God anointed Jesus of Nazareth with the Holy Spirit and power and... he (Jesus) went around doing good and heaing all who were under the power of the devil because God was with him" (Acts 10:38).  

Not only that, but Jesus then instructed his followers to do the same.  "(Jesus) gave them (his followers)... power and authority to drive out all demons and to cure diseases, and he sent them out to proclaim the kingdom of God and to heal the sick" (Lk 9:1-3).

Not everyone we pray for is healed miraculously.  Yet some are.  Some are instantaneously healed.  Some progressively.  Some pass away yet as believers in Jesus, we know that he said he went before us to "prepare a room" for us in heaven! (John 14:2).  There, there will be no more tears or pain or suffering (Rev 21:1-7). 

One recent example.  Jolin.  When I first met her this year, at 16, she was weak and wheelchair bound since childhood.  She was brought up to me to pray for.  I did.  
She did not leap out of her wheelchair.  She asked in a nearly inaudible voice, "Please pray for Jesus to heal me so I can walk like other girls my age!"  But she couldn't.  But I and so many others kept praying for her.  Jolin herself never stopped praying and hoping.  Today, she has stood up unaided and taken some steps with her walker!  

John, a lawyer, was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer.  We prayed for him in Jesus' name.  He was "miraculously" healed and this was even attested to by medical doctors. 

So we know that Jesus heals today.   

For Christmas, 2014

A gift:

Friday, July 11, 2014

The hippo stories have finally made it to YouTube (in English).  Please see the below.

Sunday, March 09, 2014

To boldly go....

the kingdoms of this world are so "finite"
THE MAN FROM OUTER SPACE?  About 30 years ago, when I was a relatively new Christian, I went to a "psychic faire" where a psychic exclaimed, "Hey everyone, look what I've found!  A man from outer space, a man from another planet!"  And here I am today, surely a man who has lived in a "different kingdom" from the "kingdom of this world"!
a man from outer space, but with a heart!

Sometimes suspended in another world?
mission control is in our limited mindl
suited up to boldly go...
to a  "reality" (a journey) which is beyond the moon!

The kingdom I have discovered is even beyond the moon, even beyond all planets, all galaxies...  a kingdom of eternity, of a supernatural and loving God in a heaven we cannot see nor even conceive of in our wildest dreams..... of things invisible which are more real than we can imagine... where earthly riches, property, power, or prestige, are irrelevant.... Recently, at the Griffith Park Observatory and Houston's NASA, my wife and I were exposed to man's attempts to somehow comprehend the incomprehensible, to traverse the infinite, to visualize the invisible, to touch the Creator Himself, and yet, ultimate reality will always be beyond our imagination, our technology, even our dreams.

And so many have asked:  "what has happened to my wife?"  Somehow, like Star Trek, we have decided (often reluctantly and hesitantly) again and again to "boldly go"  where we have not gone before, to places we have never been to... to the jungles of Borneo, the radiation zone of Japan, the HDB heartland of Singapore... and...!

Sunday, February 09, 2014

"Do not merely listen to the word, and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says."James 1:22

In so many places in the Bible, Jesus tells us to "come" or to "go."  He was constantly on the move, talking to strangers, healing the sick, casting out evil spirits, providing fish and bread for the hungry, listening to the outcasts and lonely, loving those whom the world had rejected....  and he told us to "go and do likewise"! 

But leaving our "comfort zone" is not easy.  John Wimber used to say that "faith" is spelled "R I S K!"

And Robert Frost wrote:

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I  --

I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.