China

Friends, Family:

This summer I am venturing-once again-to Hong Kong. For those who have known me; you know my heart bleeds for missions.

For two years I have not left the states, despite opportunities to do so with out me having to raise a dollar, solely because the lord spoke to me to sow two years into America without leaving this soil. To believe that these two years would plant a seed that I would reap later in life; to believe that God would raise up a modern Moravian mission movement.

With these two years coming to a close, my soul burns for missions more than it ever has. You never know how much you love food until you go without it. And with these hunger pangs, my heart groans to once again look out and believe in faith for the nations.

I am asking you to believe with me.

I will be gone for 5 weeks encompassing June and part of July. After which I will be returning to the states to attend college In order that I might better serve overseas. More so, in order that I will be able to get into any "closed" nation the lord leads me to. With a degree in English I will be able to get into places most missionaries are not aloud.

The purpose of this letter is to ask for your support. Financially, yes. More for you support in faith and prayer. Call it ludicrous, but I could care less if you give money or not.

I care, however, if you will believe with me; dream with me. That in this time something will break open in the lives of the kids I will be teaching; In the faculty of the schools. Believe with me that nations are shaped with words spoken and not with guns fired. Believe with me that a life wasted on Christ can raise up a thousand Daniels in the court of Babylon.

Napoleon said that "China is a sleeping giant and if she is ever awakened, the world will not be able to stop her." Will you help, in faith, to raise this sleeping giant?

Broken by grace, consumed by faith,

Levi David Ferguson

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I'm dreaming the world all over again. Again, again, again, and again. Not that anything was wrong with it the first time. but i have hope in me so big it threatens to rip my chest open. So i sit here late at night with eyes colored red; hoping that these soft whispers of a decadent whisper will have enough laugh in them to become real. I want them to be real. I want them really. Laughing with a soft hint of bitter loneliness; i write. Inked words forming the crumbling outline of this magnificent city i have all laid out in my mind. Can you see it. Come a little closer. Still no? Maybe your eyes are too innocent. People die. Slow, cruel, agonizing deaths. WE HAVE TO REMEMBER THAT. Along with the laughter, mirth and cheer. We HAVE to have that moment of silence in everyday: that moment when we know how short life is; that moment when the heaviness of hopelessness steals the breath form our lips. We have to have that moment. If not; how will we ever learnt to appreciate the moment we have now?

I'm dreaming again. and I'm bleeding the color green. Artist walk in living color. I'm searching for a canvas to spill my paint on. Are you ready? This one is big, and deep. and it will take more than everything to see it through. This is my dream. and it just might kill me...but if it does know that i died laughing; knowing how all this will end. He is coming. Coming like a lion and a jealous husband, a jealous father. And if i don't see this dream through, he will do it for me one way or another. You see, its not really my dream. its His. And He is dreaming the world all over again...