Blessed Are Those Who Mourn

Written by Rhonda Alstott

Blessed are those who mourn, For they shall be comforted…


The Alstott Household has had a pretty traumatic week. In the span of 5 days our most loving dog, Jack, was diagnosed with cancer and declined to the point he went blind, could not walk, and could not eat. We lovingly let him go on Wednesday late afternoon after being showered with affection by everyone all afternoon. My household has sobbed all week. In the background on the TV while we were loving him that Wednesday, the investigative findings and charges were being released in the local Breonna Taylor case. The protestor’s sobs synced with our own. It snapped Tony and me into the realization that grief over a dog pales in comparison to grief experienced over losing a child. In the quiet space of being alone that night we recounted how hard it has been to watch our friends and loved ones bury those that are so loved. It’s a hard part of ministry to do a funeral for a baby or a 5 year old. The losses we’ve experienced coupled with the losses we have witnessed remind us that all this pain and suffering is temporary, but excruciating nonetheless.


I am leading a ten week study on the Beatitudes right now and in my sometimes narcissistic view that a scripture was written with me in mind, I open my first lesson and Bible to Matthew 5…

“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted”

Matthew 5:3-4

My mind was certain that God would heal my great sorrow by digging into these scriptures. But that is not where His Spirit led me.


So often we take pieces of scripture and use them to fit the narrative we want as the backdrop of our personal life. The method I use to study is called the inductive method. Context is important, original meaning is important and all the digging I do cannot lead me to fit these two verses to mean what I want them to mean…no amount of digging can lead me to feel comforted because these scriptures mean nothing of what I’ve always thought. The context isn’t death… the context is sin. The context is realizing your spiritual destitution (poor in spirit) and mourning about your sinful condition. This aligns with an Old Testament scripture I see quoted a lot these days:


“If I shut up the heavens so that there is no rain, or if I command the locust to devour the land, or if I send pestilence among My people, and My people who are called by My name humble themselves and pray and seek My face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, will forgive their sin and will heal their land.” 2 Chronicles 7:13-14


My desire is to be comforted, my desire is healing. That’s what I want. I want my life to travel in a linear path at an upward trajectory with no bumps in the road. I have not considered the medicine God wants me to take:


God wants me, in humility, to recognize I’m spiritually bankrupt without Him. I’m poor in spirit because of this. I’m sick about this. I mourn about this and I take responsibility and repent for the sin in my life. Then I can be part of the kingdom of heaven. Then I am comforted.


We want the healing, but we don’t want to say we are sorry for our sin.

We lack humility when it comes to this.


Tony has preached on personal holiness a lot these past few weeks. He’s also preached on community holiness. Both are important. Both are the work of sanctification by the Holy Spirit and sadly both are lacking in so many of our personal and church lives. We tend to accept Christ for our salvation, but are not sure we want him to be Lord of our kingdom. But what if we did? What if we started asking the Spirit to show us the parts of our thoughts, motives and actions that we need to be repentant for? Maybe instead of looking down on others in our current political and social climate we could ask: “Jesus show me where I am failing to live out my faith and reflect the truth of the gospel. Show me where I fall short, show me where I need to think differently, show me where I need to put love into action…” How transformative could this be than judging from the sidelines?


Maybe my mourning over the loss of my dog should take a back seat to the loss of all life. Maybe I haven’t cared about the sacredness and gift of life more. Maybe I should mourn for the unborn more. Maybe I should mourn for the addict losing their battle with drugs more and yes, maybe I should mourn about the life taken of a 26 year old shot in her apartment in Louisville more. Have I cared too little about life because my life has been unaffected? Maybe I should care more about what God says in the Bible than a news network. Maybe it’s your Spirit I should listen to instead of an author who aligns with my political party. After all, the gospel isn’t for one or the other political parties, it’s for all people in all nations. And maybe, just maybe, I should care more about pointing someone to you, our true King and Savior, instead of trying to persuade them to vote how I think they should vote. And maybe I should put aside my self-interest for the interest of your kingdom, your ways and your glory. And maybe, just maybe, others will join me in caring more and being sorry for our personal and community sins…

Maybe then you will hear and heal our land.

Healing will not happen without repentance.

Come Lord Jesus

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The Life of the Wesley Chapel Guatemalan Missionaries During COVID19-Part 3

Written by Pam English



“ For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you.” Jeremiah 29:11-12


Very known verse! Very new meaning these days. Maybe you are tired of hearing these words these days. DON’T BE. Love them. Embrace them. Believe them. Trust them.


Before Covid-19 Steve and I already had plans to come to the US in May for a short visit. We did postpone those plans a bit and then had a canceled flight but finally arriving to the US on May 26 expecting to return to Guatemala mid-June, which was not the case. Those who know us, know we are different missionaries who have not come to the States repetitively. In fact, the longest span of time was 22 days in 2019. As I write this, we are quickly approaching 100 days. (And note: we came with one carry on each and five days of clothes and doing just fine!!)


However, we were in for a surprise to not return. Everything is good, however. There have been inexplicable times of ministry in the US with people here as we continue to minister via WhatsApp, Facetime, FaceBook Live, and Zoom every single day to Guatemala!!!! Things have not stopped in our lives, especially with the capability and availability of ministering to and with people that would not have been if we were not here.


Normal things stopped in our lives like our largest yearly fundraiser, classes, and “normal” life. But super things have developed like an unexpected match grant, ministry to lost here and a “new normal life.” We cling to Hebrews 13:5 “…be content with such things as you have. For He has said, ‘I will never leave you, nor forsake you.’”

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The Life of the Wesley Chapel Guatemalan Missionaries During GOVID19 – Part 2

Written by Pam English

In Guatemala


Times were extremely tough in Guatemala as restrictions were unbelievably enforced overnight. Curfews from 4:00 pm through 4:00 am were enforced.  In additions there was a curfew from Friday 2:00 pm through Monday 4:00 am. Said curfews were not suggestions but orders to not leave your house.  All people over the age of 60 were prohibited to leave their residences. Leaving in these conditions could result in fines starting at US$20,000 or extensive jail times. Masks were not optional, even riding in a vehicle alone or walking alone on a street. As a person would leave his or her house, he or she had to wear a mask at all times in all places.  The three airports were closed, which meant nobody could get in the country and nobody could get out of the country. Of course, churches, schools, and restaurants were closed. Grocery stores were allowed to remain open for minimal hours.  


On a personal note, we actually had an airline ticket to come to the US on a repatriation flight. On the other hand, as we were switching our light off to sleep, the cell phone beeped with an announcement from United saying that our 7:00 am flight was canceled.


One other vital means was closed: public transportation. The majority of Guatemalans use “chicken buses” to get from point A to point B daily.   Since public transportation was halted, essential jobs were as well. “Common” people could not get to jobs, doctors, etc.   Therefore, hunger and violence increased.  Very disheartening and concerning. Even private vehicles could only get out every other day and one could not drive between counties. 


We are in belief that God is in total control through it all. Isaiah 41: 10, “I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”  And Proverbs 16:9 encourages, “The heart of man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps.” As we cannot/could not fathom why overnight the country was put under strict restrictions, God remains in control. 

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The life of the Wesley Chapel Guatemalan Missionaries During COVID19-Part 1

Written by Pam English, Missionary in Guatemala

At La Senda


March 13 put a super change and stop on everything in Colegio Metodista La Senda, Sumpango, Sacatépequez, Guatemala.   The first case of Covid-19 was diagnosed in the country.  With this the ripple effect began:  churches closed; schools closed; masks were suggested; public transportation was stopped; restaurants were closed; curfews began; faces masks were enforced; etc.


La Senda currently is a school to 200 students and a boarding house to 9 boys and 4 adult children who grew up there.  But with Covid things dramatically changed as no longer daily classes could be taught, devotions could not be given, and rooms and food could not be provided to the boarders. Initially it was believed that this would not last but a few weeks.  As it was evident that longevity was unavoidable, adjustments were made.   Buying internet happened for the students who live in rural areas and/or dirt floors.  Teachers learned how to use and perform zoom and the like classes.  Books were sent home. Computers were rapped up.  Pews and desks remained empty.  The walls and halls became quiet and lonely. 


At La Senda, Steve and I began advising and instructing our staff in how to move forward and not to give up.  We tried to teach parents to not live in fear but in calmness.  The country was in deep, frantic fear of the unknown.    


Ultimately, we initiated a continuation of the daily chapels and individual counseling sessions by grades.  I continued to lead teachers in staff meetings, classroom planning and scheduling and classroom online observations.   But overall, we tried to bring the Word of God and spread words of peace to each student and staff in this time of uneasiness.    II Thessalonians 3:16 became our shared and targeted verse to strugglers, “ .. May the Lord of peace Himself give you peace at all times and in every way. The Lord be with all of you.”

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Spin, Sink, or Row Ahead

Written by Rhonda Alstott

The alarm hit my house hard this morning. The first day of school for the 2020-2021 school season has begun and we’ve already messed up virtual period zero Latin before in person school for the first day. My huge anxiety has quickly turned to huge frustration that the Alstott household has been unsuccessful at getting this new normal down. One of the lessons I’ve learned is that it does not matter how badly I want something to succeed, if the team isn’t rowing in the same direction, the boat ends up spinning.  I can apply this to so many different situations in my life right now.  I’ve actually spent the last few months of my life letting go of some situations that I love because all the oars weren’t rowing in the same direction, the boat started spinning, even taking on water, and I felt my boat sinking.


Sinking… that’s a word that describes so many of my emotions right now. I think my lack of control over so many issues all at once gets the best of me at times.   When I look at the root of my control issues (or lack of control in my case), fear is the underlying issue that gets the best of me. Let’s face it, we’ve never been in a pandemic before. I’m 54 and I’ve never experienced such social unrest, our country so divided, high unemployment rate, blatant disregard for human life and a constant barrage of misinformation along with incivility amidst pain, loss and suffering…I could continue, but you get the point. In the midst of this sinking chaos, I’m supposed to make a decision for my child to either attend school virtually, home-school or attend in person. I know this has been on the mind of several of my friends with school age children as they’ve shared the same kind of emotions…And on top of that it could change at any moment…and there goes the lack of control, triggering my fear.  The decisions so many of us have been making in regards to school, work, worship and such are constantly being attacked by others with differing opinions, just adding to the sinking feeling.   Oh and information we’ve used to make our best decisions change daily… You get the picture.


Lucky for me, scripture is full of confrontations with fear and out of control situations. In Mark Chapter 4, Jesus and His disciples set sail on the Sea of Galilee. This would have been roughly two years into his ministry after the disciples had witnessed His great power and teaching. They had been witness to Jesus feeding multitudes with a few loaves and fishes, His healing of many sick and even raising the dead, but when a storm came upon them while Jesus was asleep in the stern, they become so afraid and wake Him up (v38) asking Him if He even cared that they were perishing.  After Jesus quiets the storm, He asks the question of them, “Why are you so afraid?  How is it that you have no faith?”   Those are two questions I think we all have to continually ask ourselves during this Covid season of life that we are in.  Sometimes the storm is overwhelming us and I feel like Jesus is asleep at the stern of the boat, while I am either spinning in circles or worse, sinking.


Why am I so afraid?


How is it that I have no faith?

When my older 3 children were small and afraid of the dark, I posted Psalm 56:3 above the light switches of their rooms, “When I am afraid, I will trust in you”.   Why on the light switches? They were terrified of the dark when I turned the light off…Why the dark? We cannot see in the dark and all of those unknown monsters threaten to grab us by the ankle and pull us into the unknown.  It’s no different for me today as I send my precious Mary into the dark of the unknown.  Will she get Covid? Will she get really sick if she does? Will she give it to me, to the others that live here in this safe space we designate as home? I know statistically the chances for her well being maintained are 99%. I also know that if she’s in the 1%, it can be devastating. That 1% is the monster in the dark that I’m afraid of.  Psalm 56:3 will be ever on my lips this day.  I might add that my oldest child is a teacher and has been in her classroom with students for a week now…she’s got a heart condition, and asthma and there’s already positive students in the building…see there’s a monster in the dark there… there’s a monster in the dark for everyone I love.  Why do I keep forgetting that “The Lord is my light and salvation, whom shall I fear?”(Psalm 27:1). Jesus is my light and the Light shines in the darkness and the darkness cannot overcome it” (John 1:5). It doesn’t matter what shade is thrown my way or whether I, or someone else is doing the throwing, Jesus has enough Light to overcome all of it.


When I am afraid, I will trust in you…

Tony has traveled a lot in the past ten years of his ministry. When he’s gone overnight I let Mary sleep with me, stuffed animals and all. She’s always been anxious when her dad travels, but especially when he flies. You see we have lost a lot of family in the past few years. She has seen her cousins her age lose their 42 year old dad unexpectedly. She has lost her grandfather in a sudden car wreck. The list of family losses has jolted her into a reality that no one is immune to loss. The last time Tony flew, she told me she was so afraid something would happen to him. I usually shrug it off and tell her he will be okay, but I didn’t this time.  I told her the truth. I told her the truth that chances are nothing will happen to her dad, but if it did, it would be okay, we would be okay. I told her it would be hard, but that we have Jesus and his Spirit and all would be well because we have faith. 


Death….Isn’t that the answer to what most of us are afraid of? Isn’t the death of what we love and hold dear including our homes, businesses  and our way of life, including worship, on the table during this pandemic? Isn’t death and losing someone we love the biggest monster in the dark? As so many of us are grappling with this fear as we send our kids to school (or not), my prayer is that we remember that God promises us that no monster in the dark will overtake us that we cannot handle with Him (1 Corinthians 10:13).  


We’re all making decisions for what is best for each of us, our families, our workplaces and our churches in the midst of this pandemic.  My prayer is that we offer love, grace and support for these decisions with one another, even if we have different opinions, after all they are just that, differing opinions. The love and care we’ve made these decisions with can be the direction we all are rowing in and that can keep all of us from spinning circles in our boats, or worse, sinking in them.




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Parting Ways

Written by Rhonda Alstott
One of the things I’ve personally been working on during this pandemic is my health by focusing on adding healthier foods and more steps to my day. The benefit of this is I have been losing weight. The baggier fit of my clothes, renewed energy and my bathroom scale have been my positive reinforcements in this. The past two days I’ve had my scale give me a hard time. It has told me I have dropped 20 pounds in two days. Now I love good news, but this is great news. Almost too good to be true, so I changed the battery. Same weight…hm… I go to the kitchen and grab a 5 pound bag of flour. I learn my scale has decided to give me faulty information and seems to be lying. My scale and I are parting ways after an 18 year relationship because it’s broken and can’t give me accurate information. I usually donate my belongings to the Salvation Army when I get something new, but sadly I cannot do this with my scale. It will lead the next unsuspecting person astray as well and it might not be for just a few days.

I don’t know about you, but I feel like every day I experience whiplash from hearing something different from the day before…don’t wear a mask/wear a mask, children don’t transmit COVID/children can transmit COVID, don’t trust the numbers/trust the numbers… the list goes on and on. What I do know is that misinformation and conspiracy theories travel faster than the virus itself. I’ve decided that when it comes to deciding whether something is a truth or a lie, I better wait before I post, like, or share because real understanding comes with time. That was true of the prophets and prophecies in scripture. Time showed whether a prophet was telling the truth and time showed whether the prophecy was true. Scripture gives us plenty of examples of what happened to those that were involved in falsehood.


When I go back to Genesis and see the story of where sin entered the world (Genesis 3), the serpent enters the scene questioning Eve regarding God’s instructions. When looking at this I’ve always focused on how the serpent took God’s instructions and manipulated them in a way that caused Eve and Adam to partake from the tree causing sin to enter the world, but recently I’ve realized there’s another issue I may have overlooked. A lesson for me is to pause and think that maybe a broader issue than eating the fruit is the issue of who they chose to listen to. Who we listen to is important. Listening to the serpent as authority cost them everything.


My question for all of us is this, whose voice are you listening to as your authority?


In John 8:44, Jesus tells us himself that Satan is the father of lies. I have spent the past few years of my personal study with scripture in the gospels because it is there that I see the very words of Jesus, a savior I choose to follow. It is in the gospels I see Jesus speak grace and truth into his community where political and religious systems had misrepresented His Father. I see Jesus confront the lies that had been perpetuated by the father of lies and dismantle some strongly held beliefs of his time. Did it cause some discomfort? It sure did. That, along with God’s plan of redemption for us, is what got him arrested, beaten, and killed. God’s plan for redemption was for all nations and people. He has invited us into that work when He invites us into a personal relationship with him. It was his charge to us from the mountaintop in Matthew 28 in giving us His Great Commission.


Confession time… there was a time in my personal life that I valued the acquiring of knowledge over my relationship with Christ and those around me. Why? Truth be known, I’ve always had this misconception that knowledge is power. Arguments can be made for or against, but my faith journey has painfully taught me that doing what Jesus says is the real power, not knowledge. Following his voice and doing what His Spirit shows me is the truth I cling to these days. It’s the only comfort I have on some days when I see so much pain and heartbreak inflicted on social media. I ask all of us these two questions:


Whose Voice are you listening to?


Could I be participating in misleading others in what I share?


So for now, I am seeking and setting my mind on things above (Col 3:1-2). I’m focusing on my life that is hidden with Christ and not on the special knowledge some claim to have on social media (Col 3:3). And I’m parting ways with anger, wrath, malice, slander and obscene talk and lies with the help of the Holy Spirit (Col 3:8-9). I’m reading, fact checking, and parting ways with the misuse of knowledge and lies on social and mainstream media, just like I’m parting ways with a scale that can’t tell me the truth, even if I like what it’s saying.




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