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Oaks of Righteousness

"The Lord has anointed me to bring good news to the poor, he has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives and the opening of the prison to those who are bound...that they may be called oaks of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he may be glorified." Isaiah 61:1, 3b

Yesterday the ministry we are partnering with in North Central Troy called Oaks of Righteousness officially opened their ministry center/cafe. It is called Oaks Cafe, and it is where the old M&M Diner was for those who are local. This ministry center will be used for outreach and benevolence to the community. A couple of blogs below I wrote about the women starting this ministry, and what their friendship means to me. We are excited to be a part of this team working together.

We started with an open house from 2-5 PM. There was a good mix of people coming and going.

After an open house, we did a prayer and blessing service. We started off walking through the area and singing Amazing Grace

After we went inside, and I experienced my first Episcopal Church service (within the USA). It was a wonderful time of prayer, a thought-provoking sermon by Christina, songs, and communion together. To experience it with friends, knowing that I will be experiencing many more services with this flavor in South Sudan, was a good thing.
I am so thankful for this ministry, these friends, this opportunity, and this life.


  1. You probably passed a course in C&MA history at Nyack, but just to refresh your memory, although Albert Benjamin Simpson was a Presbyterian, he worked together closely with Episcopalians. See

    where it says:

    "[Episcopal priest] Dr. Henry Wilson was first healed through Simpson's prayers, and then received permission from his bishop to become A.B. Simpson's associate pastor!

    "He was even allowed by his bishop to erect an altar at the Gospel Tabernacle, and conduct an Anglican service of Holy Communion each Sunday morning. In a show of interdenominational unity, Dr. Simpson the (C&MA) Alliance pastor would preach and Dr. Wilson the Anglican priest would serve communion. Another Anglican priest, Dr. Kenneth Mackenzie, actively participated in Alliance conventions, taught at the Alliance Missionary Training Institute, and contributed articles to the Alliance magazine. Simpson publicly stated that he would prefer to have Dr. Mackenzie's presence and teaching as an Anglican clergyman than as an Alliance worker. A.B. Simpson had a passion for interdenominational Christian unity."


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