This is the day that the Lord has made; let

us rejoice and be glad in it. Psalm 118:24

Local & Worldwide Outreach

The Sanctuary

Apostolic Pentecostal

Church

New well in South Sudan by

Wells of Life

ICELAND: We’ve made two trips into Iceland so far this year—and more are planned!

Our time centers around the breaking of spiritual ground and removal of barriers in the Spirit,

and we do many prayer walks. Just as pioneers of the Old West had to work in order to clear

the land and remove barriers that stood in their way, so must we. Imagine a sod-buster of

old, removing rocks out of hardened soil, tearing out rotted tree stumps, digging for water,

etc. On every trip, we seek to do the same through intercessory and warfare prayer. The ob-

stacles are great, but Jesus is greater! In February, we were invited to speak a third time at a

Trinitarian Pentecostal Church in the north,

and one was refilled with the Holy Ghost!

Connections are deepening and we are trust-

ing God and being sensitive to His direction

in all things. He knows what He is doing!

- Mark and Glenda Alphin

FRENCH GUIANA:

We recently met Brother Heraude. He is unable

to hear or speak. He saw the necessity to be

baptized in Jesus’ name and was preparing to go

the United States to be baptized correctly. He

found one of our churches on Facebook in Cay-

enne, French Guiana, and was baptized in Jesus’

name by Pastor Jesus Marquez! He received

the baptism of the Holy Ghost. When he did, his

ears became unstopped for a moment and for the

first time, he heard his own voice. He lives sixty

km from the nearest church and has no

car. He hitchhikes to church and back.

He is so excited to know the truth and

witnesses to all by sign language, writ-

ing, Facebook - whatever way that he

can! May God bless Brother Heraude!

-Scott and Linda Guinn

SPAIN: 2017 was a year of revival

and growth throughout Spain. During

the past year there were 853 that re-

ceived the baptism of the Holy Ghost

and 1,002 baptized in the name of Je-

sus throughout our churches in Spain.

After several months of working with a

Trinitarian pastor who also pastors in

the city of Barcelona, I was able to bap-

tize him and his wife in the name of Je-

sus Christ! Please continue to pray for

Spain and the mighty revival that God is

giving us. We are also thankful that our

six year old son, Lincoln, received the

baptism of the Holy Ghost in the month

of February.

- Nathan and Tanya Harrod

JAPAN: We are excited to report that

ten new Japan Apostolic Bible schools

were started throughout the country to

train hungry workers for the harvest. We

now have sixteen Bible schools training

200 students in Apostolic doctrine and

ministry. These students will be challenged

to plant new works. We are very

excited about the growth the Lord is giving

us in Japan! - David and Angela Doan

FAMILY

• Bible Quizzing (3-19)

• Bible Classes—all ages

• Today’s Christian Girl (7-16)

• Refuge (12-21)

• Men’s

• Ladies

• Joy (Just Over Youth 55+)

• Young Marrieds

CHURCH

• Hospitality

• Drama

• Youth/Adult Choir

COMMUNITY

• Home Bible Studies

• Outreach

• Van Ministry

Ministries for You Connect ● Thrive ● Reach Out

The Sanctuary Apostolic Pentecostal Church

Please see a greeter/hostess to learn more or to get involved in any of these ministries

The Sanctuary Vision

The Sanctuary Apostolic Pentecostal Church family and I are driven to see the fullness of God’s potential reached and preached in all aspects of our lives.

Pentecost is not just life’s greatest experience, but a way of living and a relationship with the One True God.

-Pastor Todd Bertram

May Birthdays

Upcoming Events

& Calendar

Schedule Sunday:

9:50 am Pre-service prayer

10:30 am Worship service

5:30 pm Pre-service prayer

6:00 pm Praise Explosion

Monday:

7:00 pm Prayer

Wednesday:

6:30 pm Pre-service

7:00 pm Bible Study (Classes for

all ages/groups)

Friday:

7:00 pm “Student Night” (Youth

ages 12-21)

Saturday:

7:00 am Men’s Prayer

(Current month’s calendar inside)

June 5-8—AYD Youth Camp

June 16—Father’s Day Luncheon

June 17—Father’s Day

June 19-22—Crusader’s Camp

July 10-13—AL Camp Meeting

July 14—Ladies’ Swim Party

July 21-26—UPC Jr. Bible Quizzing Nationals

July 26-28—Hyphen Retreat

July 27-31—UPC Sr. Bible Quizzing Nationals

July 29—Youth Lead Service PM

August 5—Friends & Family Service

August 11—Kim & Tracy Wedding

August 17-18—Ladies Prayer Conference

August 25—Men’s Prayer Breakfast &

Children’s Ministry Water Day

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Ronnie Wead

Danielle Williams

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Matthias Smith

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Cameron Barrett

JaKayliah Pearson

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Josiah Smith

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Jeremi Jackson

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Anthony Hannah, Jr.

Marleigh Gerrard

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Noah Abersold

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Gary Smith

Richard Smith

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Kyle Bertram

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Michael Herring

PARABLE OF THE DRAGON (A thought provoking parable applicable to our lives today!—Editor of The Messenger) There was once a great and noble King whose land was terrorized by a wicked and crafty dragon. Like a massive bird of prey, the scaly beast delighted in ravaging villages with his fiery breath. Hapless victims ran from their burning homes, only to be snatched into the dragon’s jaws or talons. The king led his sons and knights in many valiant battles against the serpent. Riding alone in the forest, one of the King’s sons heard his name purred soft and low. Lost in thoughts of restlessness and loneliness in his father’s house, the young prince thought for a moment that he was hearing things. He felt a strange hesitation in his heart. Again, his name was called. In the shadows of the ferns and trees, curled among the boulders, lay the dragon. The heavy-lidded eyes of the creature fastened ablaze on the prince, and the reptilian mouth stretched into a seductive smile. “Don’t be alarmed,” said the dragon, as gray wisps of smoke rose lazily from his nostrils. “I am not what your father thinks of me.” “What are you, then?” demanded the prince, instinctively drawing his sword as he pulled in the reigns to keep his frightened horse from bolting. “I am more than what you’ve been told, my prince,” said the dragon unashamedly. “I am delight; I am pleasure.” Noticing the prince’s hesitation, the serpent cried, “Ride on my back and you will experience what few can only imagine. What no King has yet experi-enced! Come now…believe me, I have no harmful intentions. Truly, I seek only a friend – someone to share my flights with me. I am lonely. You under-stand loneliness. Have you never dreamed of flying, my prince? Never longed to soar in the clouds? Never longed to take what isn’t yours?” The prince felt intoxicated. Was it the smoke that seemed to curl its way toward him with every word? Or was it the words themselves? Visions of soar-ing high above the forested hills of his father’s kingdom drew the prince hesitantly from his horse. And the dragon was stunning – captivatingly beautiful. The prince had never seen emerald so green as the dragon’s coat. As he marveled at its strange beauty, his curiosity brought him closer. Knowingly, the dragon unfurled one great webbed wing brilliantly adorned in gemstones stolen from some kingdom past. “Come, my prince. Come ride with me.” In one fateful decision, the prince sheathed his sword and placed his hands and feet on the brilliant stones, climbing atop the emerald staircase to the ser-pent’s back. The dragon rose immediately to its feet. The prince had been deceived of its size, for now it seemed far more powerful and immense than many horses. The creature snapped its great wings twice launching them both into the sky. The prince’s apprehension melted into exhilaration as he felt the awesome rule of the wind beneath him and the fragrant breeze on his face…. From then on, he met the dragon often, but secretly, for how could he tell his father or brothers or the knights that he had befriended the kingdom’s greatest enemy? Quickly, the prince began to feel separate – from everyone. The king-dom’s concerns were no longer his. Even when he wasn’t stealing away secretly to be with the dragon, he spent less time with those he loved. More and more, he spent his time alone or with the creature. The skin on the prince’s legs began to callous from gripping the dragon’s ridged back. His hands grew rough and hardened. He began wearing gloves to hide the malady. After many nights of riding he discovered scales growing on the backs of his hands as well. With dread he realized his fate were he to continue, and so he resolved to return no more to the dragon. But, after a fortnight, he again sought out the dragon, having been tortured with desire. And so, in this way, it transpired many times over. No matter what the determination, the prince eventually found himself pulled back, as if by the cords of an invisible web. The dragon’s charms, so gentle in the be-ginning, now held the prince more tightly than he had the will to resist. Silently, patiently, the serpent waited…always waited. One cold, moonless night their excursion became a foray against a sleeping village. (Continued next page)

Torching the thatched roofs with fiery blasts from his nostrils, the dragon roared with delight when the terrified victims fled from their burning homes. Swooping in, the serpent belched again, and flames engulfed a cluster of screaming villagers. The prince closed his eyes tightly in an attempt to shut out the horror and the carnage, but he could not. Sometimes, he even allowed himself to feel the old thrill. Then, in bitter remorse, his heart sinking in shame, he tried to hide himself. But the flames of the burning village lighted on his face. In the predawn hours, when the prince crept back from his drag-on trysts, the road outside his father’s castle usually remained empty. But not tonight. Terrified refugees streamed into the protective walls of the castle. The prince attempted to slip through the crowd to close himself in his chambers, but some of the survivors stared and pointed toward him. “He was there,” one woman cried out, “I saw him on the dragon’s back!” Others nodded their heads in riotous agreement. Some only stared in disbelief and grow-ing recognition. Horrified, the prince saw that his father, the King, was in the courtyard holding a bloodstained and seemingly dead child in his arms; his face mirrored the agony of the child’s mother. He looked up at the angry cries, and his eyes found the prince’s. The son fled, hoping to escape into the night, but the guards apprehended him as if he were a common thief. They brought him to the great hall where his father sat solemnly on his throne. People on every side railed against the prince. “Banish him!” he heard one of his own brothers cry out violently. “Burn him alive!” other voices shouted. “Let him burn the way he burned our children and our homes!” As the King arose from his throne, bloodstains shone darkly on his royal robes, and the crowd fell silent in expec-tation of his decree. The prince, who could not bear to look into his father’s face, stared down at the flagstone floor. “Take off your gloves and your tu-nic,” the King commanded. Was his shame not already enough? The prince had hoped for a quick death without further humiliation. Now, he resigned himself to his fate. He obeyed slowly, agonizingly, dreading to have his metamorphosis uncovered before the kingdom. Sounds of revulsion rippled through the crowd, and parents cov-ered their children’s eyes at the sight of the prince’s thick, scaled skin and the ridge now growing upward along his spine. Horrible! He was…could it be? The thought was so ghastly many turned away in disgust. But the King strode toward his son. The prince steeled himself. He fully expected a back-handed blow even though he had never been struck so by his fa-ther. Instead, his father pulled him to himself, embraced him, holding him tightly…and wept. In shocked disbelief, the prince buried his face against his father’s shoulder in a way he hadn’t done for too long. Tears began to burn down his scorched cheeks. “Do you wish to be freed from the dragon, my son?” The prince answered in despair, “Father, I’ve wished it so many times! But there remains no hope for me.” “Not alone,” said the King. “You cannot win against the serpent alone.” “I am no longer your son! I am half beast,” sobbed the prince bitterly. He began to convulse in such cruel remorse that even the villagers pitied him. But his father replied, “My blood still runs in your veins. My nobility has always been stamped deep within your soul.” With his face still hidden tearfully in his father’s embrace, the prince heard the King instruct the crowd, “The dragon is crafty. Some fall victim to his wiles, for he is a great deceiver. Some fall to his violence for he has only wickedness in his heart. There will be mercy for all who wish to be freed! Who else among you has ridden the dragon?” The prince lifted his head to see someone emerge from the crowd. To his amazement, he recognized an older brother, one who had been lauded throughout the kingdom for his onslaughts against the dragon in battle and for his many good deeds. Others came. Some came weeping. Others hung their heads in shame. The King embraced them all. “This is our most powerful weapon against the dragon,” he announced. “Truth. No more hidden flights. Alone we cannot resist him.” Parable written by Melinda Reinicke, Parables for Personal Growth (San Diego, CA: Recovery Publications, Inc., 1993), pp. 5-9. Retrieved from Ted Rob-

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Sundays:

Worship Service 10:30 am Praise Explosion 6:00 pm

Mondays:

Church Prayer 7:00 pm

Tuesdays:

Prayer for Pastor

Wednesdays:

Bible Study 7:00 pm Ages/Groups/Topics

Fridays:

Student Night 6:45 pm

Saturdays:

Men’s Prayer 7:00 pm