It is our prayer that these brief missions updates, testimonies, and occassional prophetic words will bring you new hope and lead you into a closer walk with Jesus...
Batangas, Philippines
The Answer
Katherine D. Hill | September 2025
I WAS A BACKSLIDER at the age of twelve. Anger and questions consumed much of my heart.
Why was I born to a poor family? Why did my father drink so much? Why was I to be sent thousands of miles from home? The list of questions only mounted and continued to remain unanswered.
I thought I could find the answers in the church. Yet I only experienced dismay. My Sunday school did not have the answer. The sermons I heard preached gave no help. Frustrated I left and turned away.
I had hoped to find the answers in my family, from the men and women of faith who raised me, prayed for me and encouraged me. But none of them understood the chaos inside my heart.
When I realized no one could help, I went and looked for it myself. I took a little stool and placed it before a wooden platform where my great grandfather’s Bible was kept. After stepping on the stool, I turned to what I then believed was the largest book on the planet. Desperate for answers I felt had been denied me, I opened it and began flipping through its worn pages.
For about three years, I read from it even when anger seemed to have pitched a tent in my heart and made a dwelling deep within it. However, it didn’t matter how many times I flipped through its pages, for even there, I did not find an answer. At least, that’s what I thought.
Then one Sunday morning, I woke up debating whether I should go to church or not—something I had not felt in a long time. But I knew that if I went, I would not want to be alone.
So I went to see a cousin I used to go to church with hoping I could persuade her to join me. I was on my way to her house when a beautiful sunset poster stopped me. It was small in size, and above the rich and warm hues of the setting sun, there was a verse from the Psalms.
“The Lord is my light and my salvation—whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life —of whom shall I be afraid?” (Psalm 27:4).
The next thing I knew, I was standing at the door of my church, gladly being welcomed by an evangelist who prayed and patiently ministered to me since the day I turned away.
That particular Sunday morning was in January of 1994 when I gave my heart to my Lord and my Savior. Anger departed as if taking up his tent and abandoning his dwelling. As I left the church with an inexplicable joy within me, my eye caught something quite unexpected. Pinned up on the announcement board were the words that changed my life forever: “Jesus is the answer.”
I was truly glad I finally found the answer I had been searching for, but the truth is the Answer was the One who found me.
The Poconos
Heaven's Perspective
David P. Hill Jr. | August 2025
“And we all, with unveiled face, beholding the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from one degree of glory to another. For this comes from the Lord who is the Spirit” (II Corinthians 3:18 ESV).
ONCE A MONTH we spend a day in the Poconos. After a little over an hour of driving west from New York, the hustle and bustle of the big city give way to the serenity of mountain streams and endless forests. We take this monthly afternoon retreat to reconnect with each other and more importantly, with the Lord. We are grateful that He has allowed us to live on our urban mission field, yet we cherish these times of solace and reflection. Life takes on a different perspective in the great outdoors.
The Apostle Paul shared an important principle of faith in his second letter to the Corinthian church. One might refer to it as ‘heaven’s perspective.’ We don’t need to go to the mountains to experience it. The Lord is much closer.
The call of the Holy Spirit through Christ is simple, and yet it is profound. Finite human beings can have an eternal vision. Seeing through heaven’s eyes is not a faith-principle that is confined to the New Testament alone however...
“That I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord and to inquire in his temple” (Psalm 27:4).
In this passage, King David is expressing His desire to see the Lord. The word gaze implies more than just a cursory glance. As Christians we are not like those who simply look to the Lord temporarily, during seasons of difficulty. To gaze means to look steadily and intently. It implies admiration in our contemplation.
David said, ‘all the days of my life.’ To see things from heaven’s perspective, to gaze upon the Lord, is a life-long pursuit. We are not simply looking to Him for help, we are engaging in worship.
The value of this kind of faith is priceless. It is greater than special revelation, and more precious to God than responding to dreams and visions. The Apostle Paul was no stranger to such experiences. He was caught up to the third heaven (II Corinthians 12:2). The odd thing is that in all of the New Testament writings that he authored, Paul only mentions this heavenly experience one time. A truth comes into view in light of the lack of more information about this revelation.
The Apostle Paul was as intentional in what he did not write, as in what he wrote in his letters. ‘Beholding the Lord’ is a choice. As we daily seek to walk with God, we will see things differently. We will have heaven’s perspective.
Let’s Go and Tell,
David & Katherine
On Easter, over 700 from Church of Alpha Omega came out to worship in the sports complex, near the heart of the town of Naic.
The Greatest Revival
David & Katherine Hill | July 2025
WHAT A BLESSING IT WAS for us to share God’s love in the Philippines. Katherine and I ministered in two churches and saw many gather for public worship. During our missions trip, God reminded us of something...
While ministering a few years ago at a church in Fort Myers, Pastor Dan Betzer shared his favorite story with me from his long-running Revival Time radio program.
It is the story of Jay Robinson, a talented actor from Hollywood’s golden age of cinema. He played opposite Richard Burton in the book made Hollywood-classic, The Robe. Jay’s performance as Emperor Caligula was captivating and truly believable.
The story goes that for some time Pastor Dan had felt led to reach out to Jay, whom he did not yet know personally. At the time, the actor was struggling with cancer. One day Pastor Dan called him
and introduced himself and his ministry. Jay Robinson’s response floored my pastor friend...‘Is this Reverend Betzer? Fom Revival Time? You’re my pastor! I listen to your radio program every day.’
and introduced himself and his ministry. Jay Robinson’s response floored my pastor friend...‘Is this Reverend Betzer? Fom Revival Time? You’re my pastor! I listen to your radio program every day.’
What ensued next was a friendship and discipling relationship that gave Jay Robinson great peace as he lived out his final months dealing with cancer.
Many times as missionaries we measure success based on large results. Churches also seek to make city-wide impact. There is nothing wrong with this, but the New Testament focuses on something else...
Philip left Jerusalem to reach one Ethiopian who wanted to know God. The Apostle Peter ministered to one searching Roman Centurian. Our Savior Himself left the crowds to journey through Samaria, in order to reach one lost woman at a well. Scripture is filled with such accounts. The Lord does not see as we see. He sees one.
Our trip to the Phiippines was no different. Yes, we worshipped and ministered with many believers, from various churches. We made life-long memories with Katherine’s wonderful family. The highlight of the trip though? We will just call his name Angelo...
In a very personal moment, Katherine and I prayed with Angelo on the last day of our journey. He opened his heart and shared with us that he and his wife were estranged. As he shared we sensed that he was ready to commit to Christ. A few minutes later, Angelo prayed and asked Jesus for His help. His sincerity and the presence of the Holy Spirit were evidenced by the tears that he shed.
As Christians we are all missionaries. That is the message that the Lord has given to our ministry. No matter who we are, if God sees fit to place us before a Hollywood celebrity, a large crowd, or just one hurting person, let’s share the gospel of Jesus. We may experience the greatest revival of all—the revival of reaching one.
Let’s Go and Tell,
David & Katherine
Lift Up Your Eyes
David P. Hill Jr. | June 2025
“I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth" (Psalm 121:1-2).
LIFT UP THE EYES of your hearts to the hills. Lift up the eyes of your hearts, above the things you planned. Lift up the eyes of your hearts, above the things that have clouded your vision. Let them go now.
This place will come into focus—Zion, where I dwell. This far off place is near you, in your hearts.
Let go of everything you have held onto, embrace Me and you will see the vision I have for you.
David and Katherine with the pastors and some of the members of the Church of Alpha Omega Pantihan 2.
Strength to this Generation
David P. Hill Jr. | May 2025
"O God, do not forsake me, until I declare Your strength to this generation" (Psalm 71:18 KJV).
THE LORD HAS A WAY of preparing us for what He wants to do in our lives. Just a week ago I posted about a new desire that Katherine and I were sensing to pray for young people. Then yesterday we were privileged to minister to many young people in the mountains of the Philippines. We had heard reports of how many youth were being stirred to serve Jesus at the church recently. Seeing it firsthand, however, was a more exciting experience than we imagined. Although invited to minister to the church, Katherine and I were the ones who received the most ministry. God is doing a deep work in the youth of Alpha Omega Christian Ministries.
WE ARE GRATEFUL for your prayers and support, as we prepare to travel back to the United States next weekend. Please keep praying for the young people of the Philippines, and especially the youth of every Church of Alpha Omega in Cavite. We plan to return very soon, and see how to serve this move of the Holy Spirit among the next generation more effectively.
Let's not only pray for the youth we know, let's become the surrendered vessels that the Lord can use to declare His strength to the next generation.
Come Alive in the Name of Jesus
David P. Hill Jr. | April 2025
OVER THE YEARS I have found that if God gives me a dream, two things indicate that it is from Him. First, the details of the dream are easy to recall at a later time. Unlike many dreams that we have, which are easily forgotten, a dream from God will be memorable. The details will stay with us. This is the work of the Holy Spirit, as He helps us recall and meditate on the things that come into our lives from God (John 14:26).
Second, a dream from God will have an anointing. While experiencing the dream, and often while recalling its details later, we will sense the presence of the Lord.
On Wednesday, April 23, I awoke at 4:59 AM, the vivid details of a dream still in my mind. In my dream, I was at my old high school. As a group of students began to gather in the parking lot, I had the idea to take out my guitar and sing some worship songs. Perhaps some of the students could hear and be impacted for Christ.
As I stood and looked around in my dream, suddenly the crowd had greatly multiplied. Where just a few students were standing moments ago, now a large group had gathered. Although these teenagers did not appear to have gathered for any particular reason, suddenly the singing began. The youth began to praise the Lord in sincerity. Not every young person joined in, and yet the volume of those who were singing reverberated through the spontaneous gathering.
I looked around again, and the large parking lot of the high school was completely filled with students. They also stood near the building, in many places where there was grass. As I took in the scene, I realized that there was no way to estimate the size of the growing crowd. As the singing grew louder and louder, the presence of the Lord settled down over the students as they sang—
‘Come alive in the name of Jesus, come alive in the name of Jesus, this is a house of miracles!’
My last thought before waking up was the source of the music. It seemed that the students knew the lyrics they were singing, but who was leading? I had not picked up my guitar. I looked over at the high school building and the music was playing loudly from a series of speakers that had been installed on the outside.
There were no worship leaders leading. There were no evangelists or pastors preaching. In fact, there was no platform of any kind, or a set place where ministry was coming from. The entire scene of spontaneous worship was the work of the Holy Spirit alone.
I awoke not knowing what this dream meant. But in my heart I knew that we should pray for all the young people we know to have a personal encounter with the Lord.
The Power of Repentance
David P. Hill Jr. | March 2025
"If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land" (II Chronicles 7:14 KJV).
GOD HAS GIVEN a powerful promise to His children. Our key verse of Scripture this week comes from the book of II Chronicles. At the time that this promise was given, the temple of Solomon was being dedicated. It was during this marker in Israel's history, that the Lord assured His people of a timeless truth: When they turned their faces toward Him in repentance, He would bless them. When they turned their backs on Him, God would punish them. Yet this punishment was not destructive in nature, but restorative.
As we consider the spiritual state of America today, it is easy to lose hope. The nation that was founded on the great promise of unity, stands bitterly divided in many ways. A people who have sent Christian missionaries around the world, now struggle with our own collective spiritual identity.
Yet there is hope. Our hope is not found in the arena of politics. New policies and laws, on the local, state, or even national level, cannot offer the transformation that we need. Our hope is not found in the strength of our military might, or in economic reform. Just as with ancient Israel, God is looking at something much deeper than these surface indicators of the health of a nation and a society.
America's hope is found in repentance. As simple as that sounds, it is true. The promise of national spiritual restoration is as sure for us today, as it was for Israel nearly three thousand years ago. The power to change is inherent in the heartfelt response of sincere repentance.
To break things down to an even more basic level, national repentance and restoration must start with the body of Christ. It must begin with individuals just like us. With these timeless truths in mind, we have dedicated the first three days of each month this year to prayer for America and fasting.
Ours is a small part to play, but an important one nonetheless. Individual prayer and fasting are the outward expressions of a heart of repentance. That repentance can lead to national spiritual restoration.
We invite you to consider joining with us and churches we are partnering with during the first three days of each month this year. Together, we believe that the Lord can use our faith in Him, and the power of repentance, to change America as only He can. Let's turn our hearts toward heaven.
The Girl Behind the Giant Chair
Katherine D. Hill | February 2025
IT IS HUGE. It is gigantic. It is enormous. And it sparkles all around. I have never seen such shimmering stones before. There are so many of them in different shapes and sizes, different colors, too. Each one looks really beautiful I cannot pick a favorite.
Its arms glitter more than my jewelry box. Even its feet shine like my Mama’s wedding ring. “Oh, how she would love to see this!” I say to myself. It is beaming, and dazzling, and glistening. But I do not think it is the right chair for me because it is way too big for my little body.
“Sam, what are you doing back there?” a voice from behind asks me. I turn and see a man wearing a robe so white looking at me as if He really knows who I am. His face is like an angel, very gentle and bright, yet He does not have any wings. I wonder how He knows my name. Maybe He is one of my Papa’s friends.
“I broke my blue chair the other day. I was just looking for a place where I can kneel down and pray, and I saw this from far away,” I answer Him as I look at the towering seat before me. “It scared me at first because it made me think of Goliath, you know, the giant that King David killed with just a sling and a stone. But when I came closer, I realized it’s not like Goliath at all, and I’m not afraid anymore. So I thought I could kneel behind it and pray. Then I looked and found this long line of people in front of it. Some of them look happy, but some seem so sad. There are those who are dancing, while the others are on their knees. There’s an old lady singing, and a little boy is crying. Do you know who all these people are?”
“My Father knows all of them by name,” He says. “People always come here. They come to worship. They come to make an offering. And they also come to pray…just like you. Come, and I will take you to My Father.”
As He stretches out His arm to me, I notice something strange.
I ask Him, “Why do you have such a big scar on Your hand?”
He takes my hand and says, “Because of love.”
Before I can ask another question, a different voice calls out my name, “Sam, Sam.”
I look up, and there I see the One who called me by my name. He is big like the giant chair! And He wears a golden crown on His head like a king. No, He looks so much better than any of the kings I have ever read about. He is the King of kings! I am so amazed that I do not know what to say except to ask Him, “How come You also know my name?”
The Father says to me, “My Son knows who you are because I know you. I knew you before you were born. I knew you before you learned how to walk. I know all the words you say. I know what makes you laugh. I know even every moment that you cry. I also know about your favorite chair, how you broke it, and why you kneel behind it to pray.”
He really knows who I am! Only my parents know about my blue chair.
“Yes, it’s broken now. It was a gift from my Papa,” I recall never forgetting the day when he made it for me. “I’m sure if he was still alive, he’d fix it for me.”
I try to look at the Father’s face, but I cannot, and I do not know why. I turn to His Son, who did not leave me but stayed beside me holding me with His scarred hand, “Is it okay if I kneel and pray behind His giant chair?” I ask Him.
“My child, you are welcome here anytime, and you may even bring Beltesh with you.”
Holding out my stuffed lion, I could not help but exclaim, “Wow! He knows your name, too, Beltesh!” My Papa was right. God watches over me everyday.
I am about to say, “Thank You” when another voice calls my name.
“It’s my Mama!” I open my eyes and see her walking into my room.
“Are you done praying? Go to bed now. We are going to the store in the morning.” She must have read the big “Why?” on my face because she says, “Don’t you want a new chair?”
“That’s okay, Mama.”
Looking somewhat puzzled, she holds my face between her tender hands, looks straight into my eyes and asks, “Are you sure? I know I can’t promise you a blue one, but I will try to get you a nice one.”
I give her a giant smile, and tightly wrap my arms around her saying, “Thank you, Mama, but I don’t need a new chair anymore. I already found one. And it’s big! It’s really big!”
“Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine” (Isaiah 43:1 ESV).
The Great King and the Blessed Nation
David P. Hill Jr. | January 2025
THERE WAS ONCE A GREAT KING. His glory and renown filled the earth. Tyrants and oppressors feared this great king. His power was unrivaled, yet his mercy was without limits. The great king loved justice, and defended the downtrodden. He deeply loved all those in his kingdom, but especially the fatherless and the helpless.
One day a weary traveler, who had journeyed from a distant country in the kingdom, arrived at the royal city of the great king. With no strength left after his arduous journey, the traveler collapsed on the steps of the great king’s glorious throne.
"O great king," cried the traveler through tears, "come to our aid!"
Moved by the traveler’s frail appearance, and the urgency of his plea, the great king stepped down from his throne. He then placed his hand on the shoulder of the weary traveler to steady him. At once the entire royal court stood in awe and complete silence. All eyes were fixed on the scene now unfolding before the great king’s throne.
"Take courage, weary traveler," the great king spoke gently. "You are safe here in my city. All who travel here from any nation, yes everyone who journeys here will truly find rest."
Overcome with emotion at the great king’s kindness, the traveler began to weep so profusely that he could no longer speak. With a trembling hand he took a scroll from his weathered satchel. The great king motioned to his royal guard standing nearest to the messenger. The guard in turn took the scroll from the traveler and began to read it.
"A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command the air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. 'Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!' cries she with silent lips. 'Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!'"
After listening, the great king gazed affectionately into the distance as he pondered. "Yes, I remember this engraving. It is etched on the foundation of the blessed nation." The great king then turned to his royal guard who held the parchment. "What news does the scroll contain from the nation that I have blessed above all others?"
The guard became visibly distressed, as he read silently and then replied. "O great king, the blessed nation that you gave as a light for the oppressed of the earth is now divided."
"Divided?" The great king echoed. "What do you mean? I have given this people my favor and blessings above any nation on earth. What could possibly divide them?"
"Great king," the weary traveler was finally able to lift his head to speak, "Our nation no longer rejoices in welcoming the poor huddled masses. Instead many seek only their own welfare and riches, while many of our nation’s leaders strive for prominence."
After contemplating the words of the messenger for what seemed like an eternity, the great king turned again to his guard. His reply was firm, yet filled with patience, "Strengthen this messenger with food from my storehouse. Clothe him with my royal garments, so that my authority is recognized. Escort him back to the blessed nation and let him plead, that they again commit to the purpose for which I planted them."
"O great king," the royal guard replied with trembling lips, utterly astonished at the rest of the words written on the scroll. "There is yet more here to read."
"More?" The great king asked.
"Yes, your majesty." Holding back his own tears, the guard finished reading the scroll. "The blessed nation that you established to welcome the poor of the earth is now filled with injustice. It is divided concerning the welfare of its unborn children. Sixty million of these children have now perished in this division."
"Perished?" The great king pressed inquisitively as he stood.
"Yes, your majesty," the royal guard replied, still visibly shaken. "The lives of their unborn are taken from them while they are still in their mother’s wombs. Many claim that this is their right to do."
The great king was no longer listening. He turned to the captain of his army and spoke with great authority. "Shake this nation from its foundation and divide it now, for they are divided in justice. Remove the wealth of the blessed nation and cause it to become impoverished, for they have trusted in their riches and murdered the fatherless."
"My king, it will be done at your word," came the swift reply. "Shall the blessed nation be uprooted, as you have done to other unjust nations in times past in your kingdom?"
The great king paused for a long time. "Not yet," he replied contemplatively. The better part of the royal court now saw the tears welling up in the eyes of the great king. "Not yet," he again spoke calmly. "First fully open the gates of my royal city. Send out every messenger now, and invite the poor and the broken of the blessed nation to come into my city for refuge. Do not uproot the blessed nation yet. I will first humble it, as I have humbled no other nation. We will wait to see if they and their leaders will seek my help."
“Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need” (Hebrews 4:16 ESV).
