Ebenezer Kerala Pentecostal Church Oshawa

09/09/2026

America's first foreign missionary sailed to Burma in 1812, married less than two weeks.

He and his wife Ann arrived in a country where no Protestant missionary had ever preached. They learned the language. They preached in the streets. They buried a child.

Six years passed.
Not one convert.
They kept going.

In 1824 he was arrested as a suspected spy and thrown into Burma's infamous death prison. Every night his legs were bound to a bamboo pole and lifted until only his head and shoulders touched the ground.

Ann was pregnant. She bribed guards with silver. She hid his Bible translation manuscripts in a pillow so they wouldn't be confiscated. Their daughter Maria was born during his imprisonment.

He was released 21 months later.
Ann died that same year, age 36. Her health had been shattered saving him.
Baby Maria died six months after Ann.

He walked into the jungle, dug his own grave, and sat beside it.
He wrote: God is to me the Great Unknown. I believe in him, but I cannot find him.

He came back.

In 1840, after 27 years in Burma, he completed the entire Bible in the Burmese language. It was the first time the Word of God had ever existed in that tongue.

He died in 1850, at sea, in the Bay of Bengal.
His body was buried in the ocean.
He never came home.

He had buried two wives and seven children in Burmese soil.

Today, Myanmar has over 3.7 million Baptists in 3,700 congregations.

His grave is Burma itself. And it holds millions.

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08/31/2026

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08/26/2026

A prisoner was selected to be starved to death in Auschwitz.

He cried out: My wife. My children.

A priest stepped forward from the lineup.

"I am a Catholic priest. I would like to take his place."

His name was Maximilian Kolbe.
He was 47 years old.
He had never met the man in his life.

Before Auschwitz, Kolbe had built the largest friary in the world.
He had launched a magazine that reached a million readers a month.
He had sheltered 3,000 refugees, most of them Jewish, when no one else would.
He had crossed the ocean to Japan with four friars and no money, and published a magazine in Japanese within one month.

He was arrested by the Gestapo in February 1941.
He was still at his desk finishing a book outline when they came.
He put down his pen and walked out calmly.

In the starvation bunker, instead of screaming, there was singing.
Kolbe organized the dying men into prayer.
He outlasted the other nine by days.

His last words were: Hail Mary.

The man whose place he took, Franciszek Gajowniczek, survived the war.
He attended Kolbe's canonization in Rome in 1982.
He lived to age 93.

He said: I could only thank him with my eyes.

Pope John Paul II called Kolbe a martyr of charity.
The church calls him a saint.
The man whose life he saved called him simply: the one who gave me back my life.

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08/24/2026

You can listen to a sermon without being known.

You can watch worship without being moved.

You can consume Christian content every single day and still be walking completely alone.



This is one of the quiet dangers of the digital age for the church.



The psalmist was not simply missing a building.

He was missing worship with God’s people.

He poured out his soul because he was separated from them.



A screen cannot sit beside you when you are broken.

It cannot pray with you when you are weak.

It cannot correct you when you are drifting.



Christianity was never designed to be consumed alone.



Don’t only watch worship. Worship with God’s people.

Don’t only listen to teaching. Live in biblical fellowship.

Don’t only consume Christian content. Serve Christ’s people.



When your soul is thirsty, don’t run to another distraction.



Run to the living God.

And if you truly thirst for Him, you will not only want to watch His people worship.

You will long to worship with them.



“My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.” - Psalm 42:2



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08/15/2026

Join us this evening as we are starting a new journey through the epistle to the Hebrews!

08/12/2026

A doctor's mistake left her blind at six weeks old.
Her father died before she turned one.
Her mother went to work as a maid just to survive.

And F***y Crosby spent the next 94 years thanking God for all of it.

She could not read. So her grandmother sat with her by the fire every evening and taught her the Bible from memory. Psalms. Proverbs. Ruth. Most of the New Testament. By the time she was a teenager she could recite it all back without missing a word.

At 15 she entered the New York Institution for the Blind.
Within years she was reading her poetry before sitting presidents.
She became the first woman ever to speak publicly in the United States Senate Chamber.

At 30, at a revival meeting, she finally gave everything to Christ.
She walked to the front and shouted Hallelujah.
Then she went home and started writing hymns.

She wrote under more than 200 different names because publishers were embarrassed to print her name too many times in a single hymnal.

One summer night in 1869 she was at a mission in the Bowery when she felt an urgent impression: some mother's boy must be rescued tonight or not at all. She made a public plea. An 18-year-old came forward and said he had promised his mother he would meet her in heaven. But the way he was living, that would be impossible.

She prayed with him. He was converted.
She went home and wrote Rescue the Perishing.

Her only child died in infancy.
Her marriage eventually failed.
She gave away most of what she earned.
She kept writing.

By the time she died in 1915 at age 94, she had written somewhere between 8,000 and 9,000 hymns.
Nobody knows the exact number.
She wrote so many, publishers lost count.

Blessed Assurance. To God Be the Glory. Pass Me Not. Safe in the Arms of Jesus.
Still sung in churches on every continent.

She never saw a sunrise.
She never saw a face.
She never saw a single word she wrote.

She said she did not mind.
The first face she wanted to see was the face of Jesus.

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08/07/2026

This is an initiative by EKPC Oshawa to educate and inspire the churches to speak more about mental health and to care for our brethren. More sessions will follow in this series.

Please share and stay tuned to us.

So far in the series:
1. Depression
2. Loneliness

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