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Pastor Bill Wilson, 871 Bushwick Avenue, New York, NY (2026)

12/25/2025

Well, it’s Christmas Eve here on the corner, on a not so ‘Silent Night’…

08/25/2025

𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 #𝗛𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 #𝗩𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘆𝘀

“𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘎𝘰𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘐𝘴𝘳𝘢𝘦𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥, 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥.” —1 Kings 20:28 (KJV)

After fighting with street gangs in Haiti
Human smugglers in the Dominican Republic
Boko Haram in Nigeria
Hamas in Gaza
The Russians in Belgorod
And the list goes on…..

You’d think I’d be watching out for the .
YOU’D THINK, right?

As we approach the of 2 million kids in Sunday School every week, so many want to be a part. The excitement is off the charts. aren’t just ; they’re blowing off the hinges. You’d think my head would be constantly on a swivel.

So I landed at Abidjan airport in the Ivory Coast, Africa. Just at the baggage claim, the started.

A Syrian was waiting.

And me? I’m the guy who never walks away from a fight.

I was there to help a denomination launch a nationwide Metro-style Sunday School. Several French-speaking countries would be trained. They had a big , and I knew it wouldn’t be an easy road. Before I even got out of the terminal, the had already begun. An open wound with a bad bruise.

By Day 5, I knew I was in trouble; my calf was turning colors. Infected. Abscessed. Cairo was next on the schedule, so I pushed through. Maybe better medical care there, I thought.

Wrong.

After three days in a so-called “decent” Egyptian hospital, I realized their advertisement was better than the product. The infection was spreading fast. Now even my feet and toes were turned colors. I could hardly walk. I knew the Syrians were closing in.

I couldn’t fly back to New York in this condition. I was running out of options. NOTHING.

Until one man of God reached out to me. I won’t use his name or church. I don’t want to compromise anyone in any place. He said, “We’ll fly you out of Cairo. Come to us. We’ve got key consultants in a good hospital.”

I tried to say no. I didn’t want to impose. He wasn’t taking it. After seeing pictures of my wounds, he said, and I quote:
“We are going to get you out of Egypt to a land flowing with Big Macs and Coke Zero.”

I knew it was time.

By the of God, again, the of God’s people, and the skills of the surgeon, I made it. Two 3CM surgical cuts. Blood clots removed. Fluid drained. Two “cavities” on my calf and feet. I’ll spare you the rest of painful details.

It’s been now 14 days since this whole mess started. And as they wheeled me into the O.R., hair net and all, the Holy Ghost reminded me of 𝟭 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝟮𝟬:𝟮𝟴.

I’d preached about it before, but now I’m it.

I’m no stranger to fights of any kind. But I should’ve known the Syrians were out there. Because they’re always out there. Ready to hit. Ready to sow pain, doubt, destruction.

But here’s the reminder: 𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻. 𝗛𝗲’𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘆, 𝘁𝗼𝗼. Sometimes, it’s in the where His shows up stronger than ever.

Yes, victory is sweet. But don’t be shocked by the valleys. Don’t be shocked when you feel like, “𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗮𝘆.”

Because in the valley, He’s still God.
And, 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀. We move forward because we must. We keep going because the next mountain top is waiting.

And right now, 2 million kids are in sight. Even from a hospital bed, I can see it - my is set, my raised.

I can’t remember if it was Billy Graham or Tom Hanks, probably Tom Hanks in the movie Cast Away, who said, “𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻.
”

So, I’m sitting here, writing this, relearning, remembering… and singing what I sang as a kid sitting in the front row:

𝘽𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚……
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨,
𝘗𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘚𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨.

So, for those of you who are feeling like you are in your own hospital bed and in your own valleys now, ! Because you’re getting closer to the next mountain top.

Let this time remind you as it has for me that 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗛𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘆𝘀.

So, together, we keep moving forward in Jesus’ name, because the Syrians are no match for us!

⛵️⛵️

07/04/2025

𝗗𝗘𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦……
You never really know when they will show up.

What feels like just another service or just another conference might end up being the very moment that changes the entire course of your life. That’s what I call a 𝗗𝗘𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧.

Last Sunday, I stepped into a church in Malaysia where I was invited to preach for the first time. The senior pastor, Pastor Daniel, greeted me with emotion in his eyes. And then he told me why.

Back in 1999, when he was just 20 years old, he attended a conference I preached at in Kuala Lumpur. At the time, he felt stuck. Spiritually dry. He was faithfully attending church, even serving in ministry every week, but deep inside, he felt empty.

“What you preached hit me so hard that night,” he told me. “You said, ‘𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹.’ I’ve never forgotten those words. Something inside me broke open. It hurt... but that was the moment everything began to change.”

And now, 25 years later, he’s the senior pastor of a thriving, youthful church… pouring into others just like someone once poured into him.

Defining Moments don’t announce themselves.
You don’t see them coming.
You think it’s just another meeting.
But God… always has a bigger plan.

This Asian Tour has already been full of those moments. We began in mid-June, training 254 pastors and leaders across Taiwan in the “𝗚𝗼 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗔𝗿𝗲” seminar which is the Metro model for reaching unchurched children in the past 45 years.

As we continue across 4 cities, we’re sharing how this is more than a Sunday School, it’s a church growth and planting strategy.

Somewhere in the crowd, there may be a young Sunday School teacher or helper listening quietly, taking notes, thinking it’s just another meeting.

𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗚𝗼𝗱…… is marking and making that moment.

You never know when your 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 is coming.
It doesn’t show up with an RSVP……

So don’t miss it.
Show up. Lean in. Stay ready.
God is still writing stories, and yours might be next.

06/04/2025

𝗪𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗡’𝗧 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗙𝗔𝗥 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗙𝗔𝗥.

I’ve had more phone calls about last week’s post than all the comments from even my last 2 tours in Ukraine. Thank you all for your prayers and concern about Han. He has been through so much in the last 2 years.

We finally heard from him 2 days ago. His sister thought he was dead. Amazingly, he got to a hospital close by in the West Bank, where I relocated him.

Andrew has been with him to make sure they patched up his shoulder properly. A heavy-duty infection set in, but it could have been a lot worse.

After a very difficult but compassionate, stern and yet encouraging back and forth conversation with Han, with Andrew translating, I was trying to get the details of the whole ordeal.

After pressing him on the decision he made to hijack the food truck, knowing the risks, and then getting the food to the camp and doing a Sunday School out in the open, I think I finally ran out of words.

He was listening very respectfully until I finished talking then, he then reminded me of a picture he had seen of me, and very slowly asked, 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝗳 𝗜 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺.

I hate it when the student tries to correct the teacher. There was nothing else to say. And then his friend, who was with him in the middle of the whole mess, had asked him at the hospital if they were going to try to do it again. CRAZY? But I wish we had 100 Sunday School teachers like them.

The personal calls and follow-up messages on the post really have taken me by surprise. So many people, whom I have known for years, as well as those who either read my books or receive our Report or follow me constantly on , all seem to have similar feelings. The honesty and encouragement were much more than I would have thought.

I’ve also sensed more and more people want to know, help, and just appreciate those who are willing to be the “𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗜𝗧 𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗦” people in the world who are actually making a difference.

One man, who has been a long-time supporter of the ministry, summed up many of the comments when he said, “𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘔𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴? 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 50 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧-𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘈𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 #𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥.”

Then a long-time pastor friend chimed in by saying, “𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘔𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 #𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 #𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺, #𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘺, #𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 #𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯.”

One influencer was very quick to voice her displeasure with politicians who recently spent 20 million dollars on a weekend at the Ritz-Carlton hotel in San Francisco to try to learn how to speak to men.

She is now going to make it her personal mission to influence more people to stop throwing money at politicians who would never do anything like Han, Gift, and all the Metro teams have done and continue to do every week all over the world, and become monthly supporters of Metro. It’s the real deal. (𝗛𝗲𝘆, 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝘁, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱.)

As the doors of difference continue to open to us around the globe, you know we are not done yet. We’re still in the fight. Still being face to face, face to ears, and face to hearts. As we are closing in on 𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝟮 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹, we WILL continue until the whole world hears.

So, as Han and so many others have reminded me last week, 𝗪𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗡’𝗧 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗙𝗔𝗥 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗙𝗔𝗥!

I know we can never get far enough, but some of us will die trying. 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗞 𝗬𝗢𝗨 for helping us remain on the journey!

They are .
They are .
And they are .
In Jesus’ name.

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05/27/2025

𝗧𝗛𝗘 #𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬 𝗜𝗦𝗡’𝗧 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗗 𝗬𝗘𝗧.

I can’t give details here, but the pictures tell the story.

4 𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙆𝙎 𝘼𝙂𝙊, at a rundown restaurant at the U.S.-Mexico border, three priests, two drug cartel members, and one very angry old Sunday school teacher got into a not-so-pleasant discussion. After that discussion was concluded, three individuals were arrested. (And they needed to be.) One got deported. One got carried out in a body bag. And I was escorted back to the airport by a security detail.

That was 4 𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙆𝙎 𝘼𝙂𝙊……

2 𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙆𝙎 𝘼𝙂𝙊, in the middle of #𝗭𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗮, Africa, a young Sunday School teacher who had never been to Bible school started Metro Sunday School from nothing in September 2023 had a total of 𝟰𝟬𝟬,𝟴𝟵𝟲 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝘀 in Sunday school last week. You heard that right. Guess he didn’t need a Ph.D. His name is 𝗚𝗶𝗳𝘁. And YES, HE IS!

That was 2 𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙆𝙎 𝘼𝙂𝙊……

2 𝘿𝘼𝙔𝙎 𝘼𝙂𝙊, a life and death decision had to be made at the intersection of the North/South highway on the Gaza Strip. To tell this story, I have to take you back 𝟭𝟱 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀.

In a McDonald’s in Tel Aviv, Israel, an 8-year-old Palestinian boy sat listening as I trained two new Sunday School teachers, one Jewish, one Arab. Both had come to Christ just a year earlier and had just finished reading 𝘞𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘐𝘴 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴? That day, they made a decision: “𝘞𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘔𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘚𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘎𝘢𝘻𝘢.”

That little Palestinian boy? His name was 𝗛𝗮𝗻. He was just eating a hamburger, watching quietly. But something in him said, “𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘯. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘑𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘴.”

Fast forward to October 2023, when the war broke out. That same little boy, now 19 years old, watched his Sunday School teacher be slaughtered by Hamas just hours after Sunday school ended.

That night, Han stepped into his teacher’s shoes. He said, “𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘸.”

Since then, he’s lost his little sister. He’s lost his mother. He’s got nothing left except one sister.

When it became impossible to continue Sunday School in Gaza, I told him, “We’ll relocate you to the West Bank. Let’s finish one last Sunday School together.” That final service was held on Easter Sunday, April 20, 2024. 900 children and families gathered in the middle of a bombed-out street to hear about Jesus, who died and rose again.

Right as Sunday School was starting, a Palestinian mother came running through the crowd, screaming, holding her dead son, died from starvation just 30 minutes before. She cried, “𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱!” Han looked around and shouted, “𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮! 𝘞𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺.”

Amid the sounds of AK-47s and rocket fire, Han took the mic and prayed out loud.
Then, the dead boy coughed. The crowd gasped. 800 people came forward to accept Christ. A . In Gaza. In broad daylight. But that was just the beginning…

I walked you through all that again to give you the critical context of what happened next!

2 𝘿𝘼𝙔𝙎 𝘼𝙂𝙊, at an intersection on the Gaza Strip, a very angry and war-hardened Han and one of the first batch of kids from the Gaza city Sunday School saw two Hamas fighters steal a semi-truck load of food from Israel. It was supposed to be sent to JABALIA Refugee camp, where many Metro Sunday School kids still live.

They are our kids. They’re Han’s kids. They are growing up like Han did in a world they didn’t create. He knew somebody had to make a difference. Somebody had to make a .

𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻. 𝗛𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻.

He and his friend ran across the street to the truck and took the 2 Hamas fighters by surprise. They pulled the truck doors open. Han grabbed the driver’s rifle. They fought. The gun went off. A round went through Han’s left shoulder.

He kept on fighting. Another shot went off and killed the Hamas fighter. Han’s friend threw the other fighter out of the other side of the truck. Wrestled him to the ground, took his knife from him, and finished it right there on the street.

Han and his friend jumped in the truck and started driving the food truck to his Sunday school kids, in Jesus’ name. As of this writing, all I know is that Han and his friend unloaded the food and fed almost 1,000 at the edge of the refugee camp and did a Sunday School lesson right there. I haven’t heard from him since.

That was 2 𝘿𝘼𝙔𝙎 𝘼𝙂𝙊.

You can do and think what you want with and about any of all that! It’s your call. I don’t post much anymore. There’s a reason. I am sure many of you understand. But I feel that all of this is very important.

Because in the 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝟭𝟵𝟲𝟬, an Christian man picked up another little boy and sent him to a Sunday School camp. That little boy decided to become a Sunday School teacher. He was very sickly and couldn’t talk right. But he tried to do the best he could. 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘆. Many of you know the story, but this story is not finished yet.

Because there is still a little girl who has been abused so horribly sitting and listening on a dirty sidewalk in NYC to the story of Jesus and how much He loves her….

And there are still little boys starving in Africa and Gaza….. Their stories are not finished yet, either.

No matter where 𝗬𝗢𝗨 were last month.
No matter where you are today.
𝗬𝗢𝗨’𝗥𝗘 𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗪𝗘 𝗔𝗥𝗘. You are a part of this continuing story.

As you’re all reading this, we know you’re praying, believing, remembering, standing, and continuing to be part of it all over the world. I hope you all know that 𝗪𝗘’𝗥𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨 as well.

SO, on behalf of all of our missionaries all over the world who represent you, your church, your family, and more importantly, Jesus Christ, 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝟭.𝟱𝟮 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝘀 this coming week who will once again have one more opportunity to sit somewhere again hear the story of the King of kings who died for them!

You don’t know what can happen this week, because 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿. Because it all starts with #𝗢𝗡𝗘, somewhere!

Thank you!

03/13/2025

𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗲𝗮𝗻 #𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗣𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗳𝘂𝗹 #𝗣𝘂𝗹𝗽𝗶𝘁: 𝗔 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗲

“𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗠𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗼 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗶𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗯𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗱𝘂𝗺𝗽𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘀 𝟭𝟯 𝗼𝗿 𝟭𝟰 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀?”

This question kept coming up over and over again during my trip this past week with 25 pastors, leaders, and supporters from all over the world who joined me to visit Metro’s Sunday school in Manila. The answer is extremely simple: 𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝗚𝗼𝗱’𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗠𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗼 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱’𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲.

Metro World Child has been serving in the Philippines for 25 years, but what I witnessed this week still broke my heart as it always has.

Let me tell you the story of a young man named Alex*. His story is the perfect example of what God can do when we invest in the lives of children.

Alex grew up in one of the toughest neighborhoods in Manila. His parents were hardcore drug addicts and dealers, spending much of Alex’s childhood behind bars. His parents dressed him as a girl and forced him to sell drugs on the streets. He was bullied at school, rejected by his peers, and fell into a deep despair. So as a little boy, Alex was so broken that he considered ending his life.

But God had a plan for Alex, because God always has a plan.

At the age of six, Alex began attending Metro’s Sunday school. Here, he found #𝗛𝗢𝗣𝗘. He discovered the truth of who he was in God’s eyes, and that truth set him free.

Alex stood up to his parents and told them he didn’t want to be dressed as a girl anymore. He knew that God had created him as a boy and he wanted to be a boy!

But the story doesn’t stop there. Through Metro, Alex was connected with a sponsor named Daniel, who helped him continue his education. Now, at 19, Alex is not only in college, but he’s also leading a team of young Sunday school teachers, preaching the Word of God to over 500 children weekly—many come from the very streets where Alex once sold drugs.

𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗴𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗚𝗼𝗱.

This is the power of Metro World Child’s Sunday school. This is why Metro has become the largest Sunday school in the world reaching over 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝘀 every week.

These children may not come from families that care and many of them don’t have enough food to eat, but through our weekly home visitation and the time we spend with them, AGAIN, , these kids are learning that Jesus is their only hope.

𝗝𝗲𝘀𝘂𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝘆𝗰𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲, 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗴𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿. And now, these young teachers are preaching the truth they’ve experienced firsthand and living it out with a passion and conviction that can’t be shaken.

This is the future these children can have, but you know we can’t do it without like you. I’m sure by now, you heard me say that over and over all these years, BUT, they need your help, your prayers, and your action.

A Manila police officer came along to protect us that night when we walked through the mean streets where many of our Sunday School kids lived. That is a very dangerous area, especially at night, but that’s these kids’ daily life. They have nowhere else to go.

The visitors saw the of these kids with their own eyes. I hope that through this story, you can see it as well…… This is my for all of you that the Lord will open your eyes to see and share this story……

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01/04/2025

Over the past few years, God has laid specific verses on Pastor Bill’s heart as the driving theme for that year.

In 2023, we followed Isaiah 54:2 and responded to the call to lengthen the cords and strengthen the stakes.

Last year, Deuteronomy 11:24 ignited the vision to claim new territories for the kingdom of God with the fire of the footprint.

This year, we have been inspired by 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙬 24:14, “𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲.”

𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟱 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗝𝗲𝘀𝘂𝘀 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦.

“It’s time to take what we’ve built up, solidify what we’ve expanded upon and claimed, and use it to reach more children in every nation, from every tribe, and tongue.”

~ Pastor Bill

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01/01/2025

THANK YOU for all your support, love and prayers in 2024 from Metro World Child.

We can’t do what we do without you…..

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12/25/2024

As most of you know, every , I go back to the same street corner where my mother left me when I was 12 years old. This has always been a time for me to sit back, spend the night in prayer, and remember where I came from and what could have been.

I’ve been here on the corner since 4 o’clock this afternoon, thinking back on the journey of this year and reaching out to as many people as I can around the world just to say a simple "𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗞 𝗬𝗢𝗨."

After I was picked up on that corner in the summer of 1960 by a Christian man, I lived in the church he attended. It was just an old broom closet, but the church people tried to take care of me the best they could.

I remember the Sunday before Christmas, our pastor taught us that 𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗦𝗼𝗻, 𝗝𝗲𝘀𝘂𝘀, for us so that our sins could be forgiven. But as a little sickly 12-year-old boy, I didn’t really understand the message. I thought, "𝗟𝗼𝗿𝗱, 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗜 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗬𝗼𝘂? I’m just a little boy with nothing and nobody."

Christmas had never meant much to me before. Growing up, I hated Christmas! There were no Christmas gifts, no celebration. My mother was an alcoholic, and I was hungry more often than not. But that first Christmas in the church was different. For the first time, I began to understand the real meaning of Christmas.

I remembered walking down the street that first Christmas Eve and seeing a grandma standing outside a shop. She looked really sad. As I got closer, I saw she was crying. I asked her, “Why are you crying, grandma?” She looked at me and said, “I’m all alone on Christmas Eve. I don’t have any family. I don’t have anybody.”

At that moment, I still didn’t know exactly what Christmas was supposed to mean, but I told her, “I don’t have anybody either. But I can be your , and you can be mine if you want.”

And right then I remembered, I had a small piece of in my pocket someone had given me earlier in the day. I took it out and handed it to her, saying, “Merry Christmas, Grandma!” She looked at the chocolate and said with surprise, “I didn’t think anyone would give me anything this Christmas. Thank you for this little Christmas present.”

I didn’t fully understand back then how much that small piece of chocolate meant to her, but I think I do now.

And so after all those Christmases later, as I stood on that same corner remembering the grandma, I felt like that little boy again, wanting to help as many people understand the real meaning of Christmas as I could.

So, on this Christmas Eve, I just wanted to say…..

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱𝘄𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗠𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆.

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 for me, for our teams, and for the kids we serve every week.

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗠𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝟭 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝘀 around the world every week in Sunday School, so they can hear the gospel of Jesus. And for many of these kids, they are hearing the story of Jesus for the first time. This has never been done before. We are making church history together!

Thank you, also, for being my family, because you are, you really are. You are a great family. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜’𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗱. And, thank you for being that, more than you will ever know…..

So, it’s one more Christmas on the corner. I’m grateful that I’m able to share this with you.

Have a great day tomorrow, wherever you are. And, maybe tomorrow, just maybe, you’ll see somebody just needs a little piece of chocolate…..

𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙨! 🎄

The selfie was taken at where I met that grandma.

12/18/2024

𝗠𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟭 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹, 𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝟭,𝟬𝟴𝟱,𝟳𝟵𝟵 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸𝗹𝘆! 🎉

That has never been done in church history. So we say 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗞 𝗬𝗢𝗨 for your help and prayers, and certainly, the part that many of you have played in making this milestone a reality.

You too, are living church history with us. We at Metro and you who are reading this are giving all the praise and glory to Jesus.

SO, 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗞 𝗬𝗢𝗨 for being a part of the greatest gift that has been given and being a part of telling the greatest story that has ever been told.

𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗞 𝗬𝗢𝗨 for helping us share that story all over the world. ⛵️⛵️

God bless you!!

Pastor Bill Wilson

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