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I (Phil Cunningham) have worked with Mission Adventures for the past 15+ years and it has played a huge roll in my life. Mission Adventures has seen ten’s of thousands of students falling in love with Jesus and going on Missions around the world. It is a program that I would recommend to any youth worker/college worker to take their students on. Lives are transformed, not only the lives of the people we are serving, but also the lives of the students participating in the program. Below is a video that some of my friends put together, take a minute or 5 and check it out.

Mission Adventures Promo from YWAM Salem on Vimeo.

Mission Adventures Promo from YWAM Salem on Vimeo.


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Planes, trains and automobiles, that has been the past 13 hours of my life. This morning at 9:15 I flew to Vancouver, Canada via Montreal. Then I hopped on the Vancouver sky train to meet my friend Stuart, who drove me to the train station headed for Seattle. I will sleep in Seattle tonight and then catch the early morning train tomorrow for Portland to see my girls. Boy am I pooped.

The reason I am doing all this travel is cause I went home to Winnipeg on Friday, after 4 days of teaching on justice with YWAM in Vancouver. Some of you know this already from reading my twitter stream or Facebook posts, but the reason I went to Winnipeg (where I grew up) was to see my sister who just had a huge piece of cancer cut out of her arm.

It was great to be with Julie for a few days, but also hard. There is something scary and almost uncertain about going home to bad news. I mean most of us grow up wanting to avoid bad news coming to our family, let alone being far away from home when that news comes. My fear was extinguished when I walked into Julie’s house and saw her face, she didn’t look sick, she looked like my sister.

Most of our time the first day was spent talking, watching bad cable tv and making good old Canadian holiday treats, like butter tarts and sausage rolls. There was lots of time catching up on life, talking about family and playing video games on the iPad. All seemed normal, except for the fact that Julie was pretty weak and had a huge bandage on her arm. Then something happened that made me realize that this was real. Julie was counting her pain meds and realizing that she was going to run out before her next doctors appointment on Wednesday. All of a sudden I saw my big little sister afraid. It hit me hard, we are all sitting around hanging out and spending time, but the reason we are here is that my sister has a brutal illness, cancer.

The next two days were filled with more talking, laughing, and planning Christmas. Once in while Julie would say “I hope I’m not to sick during Christmas!” It broke me. I wasn’t sure what to do. So, I did what I thought she needed, we prayed. I don’t remember ever praying for my sister out loud. I mean I pray for her every day, but this time was different, we were together, my arm was on her and we were connecting together with Jesus. it really was all I had to give, and I know that is enough.

More and more I want my life to be marked by prayer. The reason it is so hard and awkward at times to pray for people is because it does work, and we have an enemy who doesn’t want us praying. I will continue to pray for my sister, for her healing and for courage to go through the next 15 months of chemotherapy. I will also make it a habit to turn quickly to prayer, for my family, friends and those around me who are hurting or celebrating. My challenge to you is to do the same.


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I am writing this on my phone in an Atlanta hotel bar at 12:57am so it may be a bit shady. I am going to write about the girl that I met on the plane yesterday as I flew to Atlanta. I forget her name, buy I will never forget her.

She was one of the last passengers on the plane and I noticed her instantly. She had the largest boobs I have ever seen and she sat right next to me. As soon as she sat down she started telling me about her boob job and how she was scared about internal bleeding. If your reading this and wondering where I’m going from here I will warn you that it only gets worse, haha.

She proceded to tell me that people had been rude to her all day saying that her boobs were not proportional to the rest of her frame. She asked me what I thought, so I politely told her they looked fine (I’m laughing at the whole thing just writing this).

For the next 2 hours she talked to me about how other girls were jealous of her and were mean to her because of her boobs. She bragged on how her boobs were her best feature and told me that her goal was to be in Playboy.

She also asked me what she should tell her parents. I told her that they would probably notice right away, there was no hiding these things. She also talked about and asked me about getting fake id to get into bars (she was 18). She talked about her dissfunctional family, her half sister who is a stripper and her sisters 3 kids.

When we landed she asked me to help carry her bag as she didn’t want to rupture her new boobs, so I walked it with her to an airport travel car. She told them she was disabled, got on the car and went to her gate. Now I am sitting here at 1:14am writing about her.

I’m writing cause I am sad. Most guys love looking at big boobs, but we never think of the person that they are attached too. This girl was so lost, so insecure, so desperate. What happened in her life to bring her to this? Where will she go from here? It seems like a road to self destruction, pain and lonelyness. I have been praying for her and thinking of her all day. I hurt for her and wanted to write the story down so as not to forget.

I thnk about all the things I could of said, but feel like I said none of it. I just tried to look forward and be nice. I pray that God puts some good people I’m her life. People that will walk with her and not use her, like she thinks she deserves.

It’s been a crazy last 24 hours. I’m thankfully for my life and the people in it. I want to be used of God every day. I hope I’m ready, I hope I’m prepaired.



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