Don't mess with a missionary man.

First and foremost, I want to say, "THERE IS NO WAY, WITH ALL THE TIME AND SPACE AVAILABLE, THAT I COULD TELL THE WHOLE STORY OF JEFF CASH." Having said that, I'd like to try. Just kidding. Jeff is a long time friend and a missionary in Fort Portal, Uganda. It is Jeff who has helped organizes the many trip for americans to serve at Faith Quest teen camp in Uganda. He has been serving in Uganda for over 10 years and the stories he tells make my life look like a bad novel. Sissy slap Monkey fights, gourmet "pressed head", AK-47's, rebellions, babies, witches, curses, fires, plane crashes, stranded, dredging dead bodies from mucky waters, snakes, COBRA'S, poisonous centipedes, children's hospitals, betrayal, threats, broken bones, riots, theft, machet, viruses, soldiers, orphans, hunger, refugee camps, LRA, ADF, muzungoo, teaching, prayer, faith, love. Believe me the list goes on and on. Many will die having never lived... not Jeff. Jeff embraces life. ALL OF IT. When Jesus said, he came that we might have life and have it abundantly, Jeff believed it. Jeff is also a man who trusts God. For good and in the bad. Jeff doesn't believe in God only because good things happen, no he has seen God's mighty hand in the lives of the world. Where there are people who are helpless and harassed, Jeff is there because God is there. I would also add, that Jeff is the man he is because God gave him a wonderful wife, Cheryl. If he is a great man, it's because he had an incredible wife. Jeff lives how most men want, adventurous. Diving into Gods work is to be what we were created for. That doesn't have to be in Africa or India, it could be where you are standing and making decisions that will allow you to live your life to the fullest. Jeff has taken the "step" of faith and has found a place, that for him, where he can only survive if he trust God. Now what might that look like for you? What does it look like to me? I have thought that my life was boring, it's not. Jeff helps me see that each of us has a story that is God breathed, we just have to take notice of it. I'm thankful for all the wisdom he has given and how he continues to be faithful to where God has called him. peace. johno~

Mr. Maxwell

Family is a word that has so much meaning to me. I am surrounded by so many brothers, (from another mother) and sisters, (from another mister) I feel as if there is no place for me to go where I am without family. Although Steve Maxwell and I don't share the same last name, he is and always will be Uncle Steve to my children. He's my brother... I'm better looking but his voice is out of this world. When it comes to music Steve can really lay down some sweet vocals that makes you want to stand up and shout AMEN! An obvious gift from God, which Steve has not hidden. His voice is a city on a hill that cannot be hidden. After singing with the several vocal groups, such as freedom and Acappella he stepped up to a higher calling by serving at PUMP church in Portland, Oregon as their children's minister. He is a man of faith, a man of God. Five years ago Steve and I had the pleasure to go to Uganda, Africa. Once more we will make that trip together, Lord willing, in December. I know it will be filled with many new adventures and I cannot wait to sing and dance to his vocal percussion. It was amazing how Steve taught the kids in Uganda to sing. My ears have yet to hear such sweet sounds like those in Africa. This year, I'm bringing a recording device. Steve has even encouraged me to write songs. I'm up to four, with more in the works. If I can do it, anyone can... as long as Steve is there to help. So many songs to be written, so many to sing. Keep singing my brother Steve... keep singing. peace. johno~