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Thursday, May 10, 2018

May 2018 William LeFevre Family Prayer Letter

   "Wherefore remember, that ye being in time past Gentiles in the flesh… were without Christ … having no hope, and without God in the world: But now in Christ Jesus ye who sometimes were far off are made nigh by the blood of Christ."  Ephesians 2:11-13

 

 

Our praying friends and family in the Lord,

 

Paul states in the above verses that as Gentiles, we were "aliens from the commonwealth of Israel, and strangers from the covenants of promise."  While those two facts might not seem a reason for dismay, we are reminded by Scripture that: "salvation is of the Jew"; that Jesus Christ was the "minister of the circumcision" to "confirm the promises made unto the fathers"; that Christ was "made of a woman, made under the law, to redeem them that were under the law."  He sent out His disciples with this charge, "Go not into the way of the Gentiles… But go rather to the lost sheep of the house of Israel."  He said of Himself, "I am not sent but unto the lost sheep of the house of Israel."  John said, "he came unto his own," and Matthew stated, He came to save "his people from their sins." 

 

Now then, we see the terrible significance of being Gentile aliens and strangers: We were "without Christ."  We were left without a Savior or even the promise of a Savior.  We were wholly alone, resigned to live and die in our sins.  "Without Christ," we were "without hope, and without God."  "Without Christ," we were left as dead men walking, subjects of Satan, doomed to wander the course of this world with the children of disobedience, seeking fulfillment in the vanity of our flesh and minds, left to our own sinful lusts, under the awful condemnation of Heaven, awaiting the righteous judgment and wrath of Almighty God.

 

We were without Christ, without hope, without God!  But God in Heaven was not without love.  Israel, as a helpless newborn loathed by its mother, was cast in an open field, discarded as trash: navel uncut, lying in afterbirth, covered in blood, repellent to all who passed by.  But beholding him, God pitied him, and in love flew to his relief.  That great love that provoked God almighty to intervene on behalf of helpless Israel would not allow Him to forsake us in our hopeless estate.  He who is rich in mercy made a way on Calvary to welcome every Gentile into the family of God.  By the blood of Jesus Christ, we who were strangers and foreigners, outcasts and enemies, are now sufficient to sit at the same table with the saints.  Our sins having been atoned for by the same Lamb, we are now fellowcitizens of the same country, fellowheirs of the same inheritance, fellowoccupants of the same exalted state, and fellowpartakers of all the spiritual blessings in Christ Jesus.  We enjoy the same access to the Father and fellowship with His Son.  And we patiently wait for this same Jesus to return in the clouds and take us home.  In the meantime, we preach everywhere the same glorious gospel that opened the hearts of those first Gentile believers and trust the selfsame God to accomplish the same thing today.  Now we not only have Christ, but are in Christ, and, as such, we have the hope of glory, and by the Spirit of His Son in our hearts, we cry unto God our Father.

 

Does that excite you?  It certainly does me.  Wherever I am, whatever I need, through Jesus I can obtain help of God.  What else could anyone want?  Maybe a prayer letter every now and again.  It's been a good while since I've updated you on our furlough.  Here's my update: It's going well and is almost over.  My wife (who once more begs me to make up my mind whether I'm writing devotionals or updates), informed me a day or two ago that we'd been in forty meetings in the last forty days.  We've been in many meetings, some with great rejoicing, some that fed our hearts and stirred up our pure minds, but all good.  I've been encouraged in the last few meetings, as several people have mentioned reading these letters.  One preacher mentioned an object of prayer I thought no one but the Lord had noticed, and informed me he was earnestly praying for its fulfillment.  That means more to me than I can express.  I trust that, through your prayers, the good God of Heaven will grant all our petitions. 

 

A few weeks back, I was preaching about our God being a personal God, knowing our desires, and working on our behalf for His glory.  Well, I preached myself under conviction.  After the service I thought, I'm not allowing God to be my God.  I'm not consciously giving Him place to work in my life.  I found a quiet corner of the church, pulled out a pen and paper, and wrote out a "Honey-do" list.  I wrote out things I needed done in my heart, home, and in the work of God.  In short, I renewed our relationship and invited Him to renew me.  What do you expect followed?  If you guessed "health, wealth, and prosperity," you're probably reading the wrong missionary's letter.  Spiritual warfare took place.  I reckon the devil must have been looking over my shoulder, reading my list, and listening to my prayer.  We've been in good meetings since, don't get me wrong; they've been blessed meetings, but hard-fought meetings.  The work of God doesn't come without spiritual opposition and oppression.  Nevertheless, I believe God, that everything shall be well.  My beloved Savior knows our needs and will be pleased to supply them.  Furthermore, He knows us and will be glorified in us.  My Lord will work when all hell is raging, and spread a table for us, laden with the delectables of Heaven, in the very presence of our enemies, and they won't be able to do a single thing about it.  O what a Savior is mine!

 

I close as last time, with the verse etched on my dear old Dad's gravestone: "Sirs, be of good cheer: for I believe God, that it shall be even as it was told me."   Pray for us.  We depart for Bulgaria July 9.  Keep us in mind as we reach the home stretch.  We love you and look forward to hearing from you.  Believe for us when our faith wanes, and we'll do the same for you.  The good Lord bless you all out of His abundant riches in glory.

 

 

 

Because of a living Savior,

 

 

The William LeFevre Family

 


Saturday, February 17, 2018

Re: February 2018 Prayer Letter

Very nice! 

On Feb 15, 2018 9:20 PM, "William LeFevre" <wdlefevre09@gmail.com> wrote:

"...the house that is to be builded for the LORD must be exceeding magnifical,

of fame and of glory throughout all countries..." 1 Chronicles 22:5



Our praying friends and family in the Lord,

King David set out to build the House of the Lord. He envisioned that it ought to be the most magnificent building ever constructed, or ever to be constructed. He envisioned that for sheer scope and grandeur, it should have no equal; that its expense should be uncalculable; that its symmetry and detail, to the most minute degree, defy man's belief in its possibility; that its wonder and fame should be sounded the world over, and wanderers be drawn to it; and that its beauty should melt the hearts of all who behold it. To that end, he devoted all his energy, time, purse, and intellect. Solomon, expressing David's devotion, said, "The house which I build is great: for great is our God above all gods." This temple wasn't meant to be solely an unparalleled offering — a gift rendered to God for His great goodness and exceeding mercies — but a visible reflection of all that David beheld in His God. And all who beheld it couldn't help but note the warrior-king's consuming love.

There's a whole lot of preaching in those thoughts for those that would build the House of God, but I've another thought in mind. David prepared for, and Solomon built, the most magnificent building ever constructed, from the rarest and most costly of materials. Nothing but the absolute best would do, and nothing mean or meager would even be considered. Still, after its completion and dedication, as magnificent as it was, it reached its historical zenith and began a slow decline. It was eventually plundered and torn down by the Babylonians and rebuilt a generation later, a mere shadow of its former self. David had attempted what our God had desired, to create a place worthy of His presence. David's heart was perfect, and his intentions blessed by Heaven, but he was still flesh.

Several hundred years later, near the coasts of Caesarea Philippi, the Lord Jesus Christ uttered these words: "I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it." The one for whom the temple had been erected had come in the flesh to do what man could not. Blessed be His name, Our Great Savior accomplished what David attempted! He has built for Himself, by Himself, a worthy habitation. The sheer scope and grandeur of His design, in its symmetry and intricacy, boggles the mind. Through faith in His name, dead sinners, made of cursed dust, by His exceeding love and grace, are made anew into lively stones, elect and precious. With them He has built a building whose price cannot be fathomed, for Heaven spared no expense in purchasing material. He has redeemed it by His blood, sanctified it by His word, empowered it with His Spirit, glorified it by His presence, and beautified it with His salvation. Moreover, He's given His word that Hell wouldn't prevail against it; because the Lamb "hath prevailed," His church will prevail. And glory to God I'm a part of it! There are those who would seek to replace it and site insufficiency; there are those who disdain it and site hypocrisy; there are those who ignore it and site irrelevancy; but I adore it and site Calvary! To unbelieving eyes, the church holds no attraction, yet she has the attention of Heaven: for our Lord "seeth not as a man seeth," rather our God sees in us the glory of His Son, and is satisfied.

Look here, I've been so excited contemplating this, I've gone and taken up this whole prayer letter! My wife, proofreading this, said it ought to be called a devotional rather than a prayer letter. Pray for her. Before I go any farther, I hope this letter finds you rejoicing in the New Year! It'll be happier still if you spend it with the Church, fellowshipping with Jesus. We passed the old year with the Church in several countries and on two continents. And wherever we've gone, we've found His grace sufficient. It is our hope to pass 2018 the same way, in church, praising God, and telling of His goodness; basking in the light of His love; and worshipping at His feet.

My daughter, Dixie Joy, and I closed out 2017 in sickness. I had pneumonia and she had the flu and strep. Thankfully, we're both mended and glad to be on the road again. Pray for us; while this month is almost entirely filled up, the rest of our schedule remains fairly open. We still have until the end of June on this furlough — plenty of time to visit. If you'd like us to stop by and update you on the work in Bulgaria, to testify, sing or preach, don't hesitate to let us know. We'd love to come and tell of the goodness of our Savior demonstrated toward our gypsy Turks. Also, feel free to pass our information along to any other pastors or churches, and especially to as many praying people as you know.

We've got some pretty big prayer requests (a vehicle, a house, added support), all certainly bigger than you and I are able to meet. Yet, thankfully, I have a big God, who gave an exceeding great and precious promise, and His word is faithful and true. And there's never been a saint yet who has taxed the Lord's purse strings with the size of their request. Moreover, it pleases Him to answer our prayers, and the greater and more impossible the request, the better He's pleased to meet it. In fact, He petitions us to petition Him, to try Him, and see what He's able to do. What a God! I bless His name for what He's going to do on our behalf. Rejoice with me by faith, trusting His promise, watching for its fulfillment.

Come, my soul, thy suit prepare:
Jesus loves to answer prayer;
He Himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee nay.

Thou art coming to a King,
Large petitions with thee bring;
For His grace and power are such,
None can ever ask too much.

I close with the Apostle Paul and say, "Sirs, be of good cheer: for I believe God, that it shall be even as it was told me." We love you and look forward to hearing from you. Believe for us when our faith wanes, and we'll do the same for you. The good Lord bless you all out of His abundant riches in glory.


Because of a living Savior,

The William LeFevre Family

Thursday, February 15, 2018

February 2018 Prayer Letter

"...the house that is to be builded for the LORD must be exceeding magnifical,

of fame and of glory throughout all countries..." 1 Chronicles 22:5



Our praying friends and family in the Lord,

King David set out to build the House of the Lord. He envisioned that it ought to be the most magnificent building ever constructed, or ever to be constructed. He envisioned that for sheer scope and grandeur, it should have no equal; that its expense should be uncalculable; that its symmetry and detail, to the most minute degree, defy man's belief in its possibility; that its wonder and fame should be sounded the world over, and wanderers be drawn to it; and that its beauty should melt the hearts of all who behold it. To that end, he devoted all his energy, time, purse, and intellect. Solomon, expressing David's devotion, said, "The house which I build is great: for great is our God above all gods." This temple wasn't meant to be solely an unparalleled offering — a gift rendered to God for His great goodness and exceeding mercies — but a visible reflection of all that David beheld in His God. And all who beheld it couldn't help but note the warrior-king's consuming love.

There's a whole lot of preaching in those thoughts for those that would build the House of God, but I've another thought in mind. David prepared for, and Solomon built, the most magnificent building ever constructed, from the rarest and most costly of materials. Nothing but the absolute best would do, and nothing mean or meager would even be considered. Still, after its completion and dedication, as magnificent as it was, it reached its historical zenith and began a slow decline. It was eventually plundered and torn down by the Babylonians and rebuilt a generation later, a mere shadow of its former self. David had attempted what our God had desired, to create a place worthy of His presence. David's heart was perfect, and his intentions blessed by Heaven, but he was still flesh.

Several hundred years later, near the coasts of Caesarea Philippi, the Lord Jesus Christ uttered these words: "I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it." The one for whom the temple had been erected had come in the flesh to do what man could not. Blessed be His name, Our Great Savior accomplished what David attempted! He has built for Himself, by Himself, a worthy habitation. The sheer scope and grandeur of His design, in its symmetry and intricacy, boggles the mind. Through faith in His name, dead sinners, made of cursed dust, by His exceeding love and grace, are made anew into lively stones, elect and precious. With them He has built a building whose price cannot be fathomed, for Heaven spared no expense in purchasing material. He has redeemed it by His blood, sanctified it by His word, empowered it with His Spirit, glorified it by His presence, and beautified it with His salvation. Moreover, He's given His word that Hell wouldn't prevail against it; because the Lamb "hath prevailed," His church will prevail. And glory to God I'm a part of it! There are those who would seek to replace it and site insufficiency; there are those who disdain it and site hypocrisy; there are those who ignore it and site irrelevancy; but I adore it and site Calvary! To unbelieving eyes, the church holds no attraction, yet she has the attention of Heaven: for our Lord "seeth not as a man seeth," rather our God sees in us the glory of His Son, and is satisfied.

Look here, I've been so excited contemplating this, I've gone and taken up this whole prayer letter! My wife, proofreading this, said it ought to be called a devotional rather than a prayer letter. Pray for her. Before I go any farther, I hope this letter finds you rejoicing in the New Year! It'll be happier still if you spend it with the Church, fellowshipping with Jesus. We passed the old year with the Church in several countries and on two continents. And wherever we've gone, we've found His grace sufficient. It is our hope to pass 2018 the same way, in church, praising God, and telling of His goodness; basking in the light of His love; and worshipping at His feet.

My daughter, Dixie Joy, and I closed out 2017 in sickness. I had pneumonia and she had the flu and strep. Thankfully, we're both mended and glad to be on the road again. Pray for us; while this month is almost entirely filled up, the rest of our schedule remains fairly open. We still have until the end of June on this furlough — plenty of time to visit. If you'd like us to stop by and update you on the work in Bulgaria, to testify, sing or preach, don't hesitate to let us know. We'd love to come and tell of the goodness of our Savior demonstrated toward our gypsy Turks. Also, feel free to pass our information along to any other pastors or churches, and especially to as many praying people as you know.

We've got some pretty big prayer requests (a vehicle, a house, added support), all certainly bigger than you and I are able to meet. Yet, thankfully, I have a big God, who gave an exceeding great and precious promise, and His word is faithful and true. And there's never been a saint yet who has taxed the Lord's purse strings with the size of their request. Moreover, it pleases Him to answer our prayers, and the greater and more impossible the request, the better He's pleased to meet it. In fact, He petitions us to petition Him, to try Him, and see what He's able to do. What a God! I bless His name for what He's going to do on our behalf. Rejoice with me by faith, trusting His promise, watching for its fulfillment.

Come, my soul, thy suit prepare:
Jesus loves to answer prayer;
He Himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee nay.

Thou art coming to a King,
Large petitions with thee bring;
For His grace and power are such,
None can ever ask too much.

I close with the Apostle Paul and say, "Sirs, be of good cheer: for I believe God, that it shall be even as it was told me." We love you and look forward to hearing from you. Believe for us when our faith wanes, and we'll do the same for you. The good Lord bless you all out of His abundant riches in glory.


Because of a living Savior,

The William LeFevre Family

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

William LeFevre October 2017 Prayer Letter

 "...Who am I, O LORD God, and what is mine house, that thou hast brought me hitherto?"

1 Chronicles 17:16



Our praying friends and family in the Lord,

For those of you who don't know, as it's been too long since I've written, we are Stateside. We arrived safely and without incident August 24th. After a brief period of rest and recuperation, we started on the road. We've been traveling for almost a month, all the way from Michigan to Florida and many points in between. It has been good to renew old acquaintances, and make many more new ones. We also, after securing a cell phone, have a new, direct means of contact. Our new phone number is: (828) 592-1498. If you'd like to have us in, to update you on the work in Bulgaria, to testify, sing or preach, don't hesitate to let us know. We'd love to come and tell the goodness of our Savior demonstrated toward our gypsy Turks. Also, feel free to pass our information along to any other pastors or churches, and especially to as many praying people as you know.

We have been blessed to be in several good, strong meetings; and they have refreshed our spirits. It is a blessing in itself to be in meetings where Christ Jesus is glorified, and His Spirit manifested; to know that God is still at work in America, in this wicked day; to know that there are still, scattered here and there, people who both know, and desire the God of glory and the glory of God. It is my heart's desire to be in, and have my little family in, as many of those meetings as I can. And when I can't, to bring that same spirit to as many meetings as I'm in. If there is a dearth in this land, it is for a lack of preaching that provokes people to worship God in Spirit and in truth: that gives Jesus Christ the preeminence, and lifts Him high as an object of wonder and adoration, worthy of worship, love and sacrifice. O what a high estate to be known by Him, to be called His own! O for an insatiable hunger to know Him greater!

Pray for us. As we are traveling, pray the Lord fills us with His good Spirit, that we might bring Him glory, and be a help and a blessing wherever He leads us. Pray for our safety. Pray for more opportunities to testify of God's goodness manifested on the mission field. Pray for our upcoming needs, those here, and those awaiting us when we return. It is human nature to calculate the immensity of a need, against the little at hand, and so grow discouraged. But that equation leaves out the key component: our great Savior. The last day of a three day meeting, and the Savior said they'd close with a meal. Brother Philip surveyed the crowd, and then checked the bank account, and said there wasn't enough to feed everyone. Brother Andrew went a little farther, and found among the thousands, only one little boy brought lunch, but stated, as a matter of fact, it wasn't enough. They both had subtracted Jesus; but add the Lord to your want and watch what happens. Bless the Lord, my needs exceed your resources and mine, but not His. Thank you Lord, for meeting all we stand in need of! Help us pray; believe for us when our faith wanes, and we'll do the same for you. We love you and look forward to hearing from you.


Because of a living Savior,


The William LeFevre Family

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

July 2017 LeFevre Family Prayer Letter

 "These things write I unto thee, hoping to come unto thee shortly:" 1 Timothy 3:14


Our praying friends and family in the Lord,

In the village of Shkorpilovtsi, the church continues to thrive. The lady of the house, Nazife, who long ago opened her heart and home to the Lord, has recently returned from Austria. She didn't want to go initially, but her children, who have lived there for years, begged her. In addition to the family reunion, she'd be able to get better health care, having suffered long from the residual effects of chemotherapy. She went, determined to make the best of it. She took with her as many New Testaments and hymnbooks as she could carry in her luggage. While there, she would often call back during our services to hear us singing hymns and would join with us over the phone. After passing the winter idly, she made up her mind to return home. Her family tried to dissuade her, but she was set on returning. The first church service after her return, she cried and hugged everyone. She said, "I got back to my house on Tuesday, but today I'm home." That first meeting, after many tears and testimonies, Nazife asked prayer for her daughter. They had found tumors on her vocal chords, and the doctors had said there was a good possibility, in removing them, that she'd never speak again. That evening we had special prayer for her. The whole week, however, her burdened mother prayed without ceasing. She knew the surgery was scheduled for sometime that week, but had no idea when precisely. Friday morning she received a phone call. She was ecstatic to hear her daughter speaking clearly, praising God for bringing her safely through. This week her family from Austria is visiting. Our dear sister is planning a thanksgiving supper, inviting everyone who will come to rejoice with her in God's deliverance.

In Novi Pazar, through a series of unfortunate events, one of our elderly church members' daughter was arrested. She was held in the local jail until arrangements could be made to transport her to prison. Her mother was devastated at the news. She came to church in such a state that her unbearable burden moved every heart. From every corner she heard that her daughter was beyond help and would likely suffer horribly in prison. But prayer was made by the church, and our hurting hearts moved our heavenly Father. The local authorities transported the young lady to the prison in Ruse, and there left her to be admitted. Soon the prison called back to the local police asking for the woman's paperwork. The police said they had no paperwork, that they had given it all to the prison. The prison said no one had given them anything. After a heated back and forth, the prison said they wouldn't admit her without paperwork. The local police said they couldn't take her back to jail without paperwork. They decided the best course of action was to take her home and forget it ever happened. Our God still answers prayers.

Last Saturday we held an impromptu meeting in Dabravino. There was a sense of urgency leading up to and surrounding the service. Upon arriving, Bro. Cheatwood said it had been on his heart to ordain several of the men that had been laboring with us in the work and had shown themselves called and faithful. I, myself, had been meditating on the necessity of ordination, and the laying on of hands, earlier in the week. Bro. Zach, during his morning devotions, had been studying on first Timothy, concerning the office of a pastor, and had determined, should the opportunity present itself, from there to preach. None of us had known what was on the others' minds, but it seemed certain the Lord desired the separation and sanctioning of these men for His purpose. Having confidence in the will of the Lord, we laid hands on and prayed over four or our nationals: Alish, Ahmet, Alish the elder, and Nasuf. Rejoicing in their ordination, however, we were all reminded of the vastness of this work and the need for more national pastors. Pray with us, please, that the Lord would call others to labor among their own people for the glory of the Lord Jesus, and the saving of souls.

Finally, I'd again like to ask you all for your faith and prayers. Our furlough is fast approaching. Lord willing, we will be departing August 23rd for an extended visit to the States. We are packing up house here in Levski, moving out one more time in preparation for our departure. It's my desire, while on furlough, to see as many of you as possible and get to as many new meetings as the Lord provides. Please, if you have any open dates and would like us in, all our contact info is below. We'd love to come and testify as to the goodness of our Savior demonstrated toward the gypsy Turks of Bulgaria.

Pray for us. As you can imagine, our needs are many, but I'm not asking for anything more than your help in praying and believing. I'm thankful for all that the Lord Jesus does for us and with us here. I bless the Lord in everything, for good times and hard times. I even thank Him for the ol' Devil that fights us, for trials, storms, and valleys. And I thank Him now for what will be, for meeting these things we have need of. I rejoice in their fulfillment. My needs exceed your resources and mine, but not the Lord's. Our heavenly Joseph is in charge of the storehouses of God's bounty, and they stand open to needy souls. Help us pray; believe for us when our faith wanes, and we'll do the same for you. We love you.


Because of a living Saviour,

The William LeFevre Family

Monday, April 10, 2017

The LeFevre Family April 2017 Prayer Letter

 "...Let us go again and visit our brethren in every city where we have preached the word of the Lord, and see how they do." Acts 15:36



Our praying friends and family in the Lord,

Last month the Leaches, our fellow missionaries here, returned to the states for furlough. While Bro. Larry is gone, my brother Zachary and I are looking after his meetings. Bro. Larry works with national pastor Ismael; together they take care of eight churches. Ismael is one of our longest serving national pastors. He's a good preacher and a loving shepherd to his flock. The last time Bro. Larry returned for furlough, I spent the better part of year going to his churches, learning from Bro. Ismael, growing to appreciate and love his people. They, like their pastor, are a tenderhearted lot. It was good, then, to return to them, to see familiar faces faithfully serving their Lord in their churches.

In the village of Stoyan Mihaylovski, the little church continues to thrive. Sister Minka, a widow who opened her house to the church many years ago, recently lost everything in a fire. It seems she was adding wood to her stove when a burning coal rolled out and set the room on fire. Soon, the entire house was engulfed in flames. Sister Minka escaped with her life, and that was it. The only other things to survive the fire were the hymnals the church uses. At present, she spends her time trying to clean up the wreckage and plant and tend her garden. By day, she occupies a stall in an outbuilding where livestock once resided; by night, she stays with a relative nearby. Still, she faithfully attends the meeting and testifies that, while it's possible to lose everything you have in this life, the word of God will stand the fire. If you'd like to help us in the rebuilding of Sister Minka's home, you can contact Charity Baptist Mission at the address below. You can also visit www.charitybaptistmission.org, scroll down, see photos of the devastation, and get a sense of what we need to fix it.

Sister Sidika is a doting mother, loving wife, and faithful believer. Her husband, as well, loves the Lord and on meeting day stops work to come to church. The night the fire struck, she was in the crowd watching the destruction, helpless to do anything other than pray. She cried for Minka, for the church, and for those in the crowd mocking the believers. She asked the Lord what she could do. She determined then and there that the church wouldn't be without a meeting place. She testified a few weeks ago that she had always wanted to host the believers but had never been in a position to. Her little family is desperately poor. They live in a two-room, mud-brick, whitewashed house. The electricity is spotty when working at all. What furniture they have couldn't be sold, as no one would want it. Sometimes, to accommodate visitors, they bring in logs they haven't yet split and put a pillow on them for a makeshift chair. Still, as the fire raged, she gave what she had to the Lord and opened her heart and house for the meeting. Every Wednesday now, she's as happy as a soul can be, watching her heavenly family gather in to sing, pray, and worship God. Last week, at the close of meeting, she said it was on her heart to pray for her friends, that they, too, would come to the meeting and hear the word of God. Yesterday, when we arrived, we were gladly greeted by a house full of new faces. Sister Sidika was ashamed and embarrassed of her poverty, but in opening her house to the Lord Jesus, she found He makes himself quite at home there. In opening her heart to Him, she found He answers exceeding abundantly above all she asks or thinks.

I'd like to ask you all for your faith and prayers. We're slowly making preparations for our upcoming furlough this year. Our needs are many, but I'm not asking for anything more than your help in praying and believing. I'm thankful for all that the Lord Jesus does for us and with us in Bulgaria. I bless the Lord in everything, for good times and hard times. I even thank Him for the ole Devil that fights us, for trials, storms, and valleys. And I thank Him now for what will be, for meeting these things we have need of. I rejoice in their fulfillment. My needs exceed your resources and mine, but not the Lord's. Our heavenly Joseph is in charge of the storehouses of God's bounty, and they stand open to needy souls. Help us pray; believe for us when our faith wanes, and we'll do the same for you. We love you.

Because of a living Saviour,

The William LeFevre Family

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

February 2017 Prayer Letter

"And it was at Jerusalem the feast of the dedication, and it was winter.

And Jesus walked in the temple in Solomon's porch." John 10:22-23



Our praying friends and family in the Lord,

The place is Jerusalem; the occasion, the feast of dedication; the season, winter. The air is chill, the landscape bleak, the skies gray; all nature is clothed in death. But then we read these words: "And Jesus walked in." And though time and place remain the same, and the season maintains its predetermined course, there is a change. Though He bears the weight of winter on His head, and His feet burn with the heat of summer, there is a perpetual spring time in His heart, and wherever He goes, harvest follows. As Charles Butler wrote, "Where Jesus is, 'tis Heaven there." It may have been winter outside, but when He walked in, life sprang to attention.

In Genesis chapter eight verse twenty-two, the LORD gave us the seasons in perpetuity. He promised, "While the earth remaineth… summer and winter… shall not cease." For our part it seems He's making good on that promise this winter, as it feels never ending. But, thanks be to God, we have the hope of summer in our hearts. Winters must be endured for summers to be enjoyed; and without "seedtime," there is no harvest. Still, regardless the season, we rest confident that nothing hinders our God: the bitter cold of winter can't chill Him, nor the stifling heat of summer fatigue Him. He is master of tempest and wave; stormy winds fulfill His will; snow and rain accomplish his purpose; night and day are alike to Him; the sun and moon move or stay by His permission; all things were created by Him and for Him and, as such, obey Him. Therefore, come what may, I bless Him. And "when I am happy in Him," John Newton declares, "December's as pleasant as May."

This January, according to the Bulgarian news, has been the coldest in 30 years. We have seen more snow this year than our entire six years on the field, and, according to the other missionaries, more than in their twenty-year tenure. We have been snowed in on several occasions, for days at a time. During the biggest snowfall, two thirds of the country lost power, and in many places, it remained out for days. Ours was reduced to a trickle, with just enough current to charge our cell phones. In our little village, the main road to and from the big cities was completely covered over with drifts. When they opened the main road, we still had to wait a couple of days for them to clear our side roads. Once we were able to get out and about, we were amazed at the sheer amount of snow. The berms the tractors plowed up in opening the roads were well over the top of our vehicle; they created deep, one-lane canyons of snow, that though you could pass through them, you didn't relish the prospect. Stuck at home, I tried to make good use of my time sewing Bibles. At present, the weather has cleared, though it's supposed to get cold again.

During this break in the weather, my brother, Zachary, national pastor Alish, and I headed to Romania to attend the funeral of national pastor Ahmet. Ahmet maintained a good profession before many witnesses. He was saved from a life of alcoholism and abusiveness. He was changed gloriously by the gospel, and set out to preach the Christ that converted him. They said the day he got saved, he entered the church and listened to them sing a hymn that talks about seeing God. He prayed that day that God would make him fit, that he might be able to see Him. The Lord did much more than that, he used Ahmet to show Himself to hundreds. Finally, the other day, Ahmet's very first prayer was answered, and he got to see God. His wife testified at the funeral, "These aren't tears of sadness, these are tears of Joy. My husband's happy and home, and I'm happy for him."

A few days later, all the missionaries and nationals met in Dabravino to sew our reserves of Bibles. Midway through our day, a young couple showed up to the church asking for prayer. It seems the young lady was in the grip of fear, afraid to live, afraid to die. In a few minutes, we had assembled a crowd of believers. We sang, and then Bro. Cheatwood preached from 1 John 4:18, "There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear." He said the perfect love of Jesus secures us that we need never fear. We don't have to fear Him never loving us, never helping us, never hearing us. At the end of his message, we all knelt around the young couple and prayed for them. By this time, a significant crowd had gathered, and there was power in that prayer. What a marvelous thing! Whether enduring the storms safely at home, shedding tears at a funeral, laboring with brethren to ready Bibles for distribution, crowding around a hurting heart seeking God's strength, the Lord was always near to hand, ready to bless, eager to comfort. Is there anyone like our God? Is there any work better than His?

As of right now, we are planning a furlough this fall. Lord willing, we will return to the states in September, staying through the spring of 2018. I know many of you pastors like to have advanced knowledge to plan accordingly. If you'd like to have us in to update you on the work, please don't hesitate to contact us. Our information is provided in the footer of our prayer letters. God bless you all.


Because of a living Saviour,

The William LeFevre Family