As I anticpate sitting with family and friends around a table overflowing with food this Thanksgiving, I think of the



Thanksgiving has ushered in
the Christmas season.
I am sobered
not so much by the calories I have
or the prices in the mall
(although both are too high),
as by the contrasts I see.
There is plenty and want,
joy and grief,
love and hatred,
hope and despair,
the real and artificial.
Father, help me to see You and to share
Your love.
Move me to give as Your Son gave
when He willingly went
from the manger to the Cross.

And I think of my friend, Terry Bryan, serving the Lord in Kenya, and I pray for her. In the second picture below, Terry is showing the Jesus film.
Father, thank You for Terry’s love for the people of Kenya, for her courage, and for her faith. Continue to surround her with Your hedge of protection and provide the funds to enable her to provide needed medical care, clean water, education, and so much more.
Terry Brynan RN
Theresa Brynan, RN, is President and founder of JIOA. She has worked with the Pokot people in East Pokot, Kenya since 2008.  She travels to the most remote, marginalized regions of East Pokot. She oversees the program activities and develops and facilitatesthese activities personally.  http://www.jesusisourall.org
Happy Thanksgiving! We have so much to be thankful for.

Thank you for your prayers, words of encouragement and support. When I am in the bush, I have no internet and can only text if I have network and charge on my phone. So last week, a few people received a radical text message on their phone, from me, asking for prayer for peace and that it was being threatened on every side. Thank you for praying. Although I was safe, it was serious and I didn’t have enough battery to explain. In one day, I heard of a number of incidences that occurred involving 2 or 3 young Pokot men stealing animals from two other tribes and killed one person. Then, I received a text warning there was to be a huge raid against the Pokot, by another area of another tribe, the following week in my far places. The Lord told me to pray. I am thankful for cell phones in the bush, people praying, and God.

Jesus film KenyaThursday, as I was heading to the bush the road was pretty bad. Parts of it had washed out and I had to find ways around the difficult spots. At one point it rained somewhere and the water had risen in the road and was coming pretty swiftly. I didn’t realize the road diverted the other way now because the old pathway had been washed away. My truck sunk like a rock up to the frame on the left side. I guess it didn’t help that I was carrying a half a ton of water in the tank on the back of my truck. I really didn’t want to part with that water. The soccer team heard I was in trouble and came to dig me out. It didn’t look too bad early on but then, it began to rain somewhere again and the water began to rise again and the truck sunk deeper. It took many hours. Those who were left at the end, ran ahead of me in the dark, to show me the rest of the way to safety. I presented them with their new football. I felt really cared for. I am thankful for people who care.

The river had also risen and could not be crossed so I slept in my truck. Friday, I came across the some army and peace makers from the neighboring county where the animals were taken. They were responsible to retrieve the animals from the family of one the accused. I had a school closing to attend but decided to have a peace meeting the following day. I am thankful for those who help to keep our countries safe and for those who help to bring reconciliation and peace to our hearts, homes, communities, nation and world.

Education KenyaThat day I attended a school closing 30 km in the bush. It is one of the schools that the gutters and tank are to be installed and the mattresses and blankets are to be given. The children sang and those who were top in the classes given special prizes. I was able to distribute micronutrients and chlorine tablets to the parents, encourage them, distribute clothes and underwear to some of the students, and give them a soccer ball. It was wonderful to see the joy on their faces as they watched the Jesus movie. I am thankful for children learning and growing, mentally, physically and spiritually and for all of you who have prayed and helped to provide for these most basic needs. Thank you. God loves all of His children.

Peace Initiative KenyaSaturday, it was market day but, about 30 men came to the peace meeting. To my surprise, it was mostly young men. We discussed many things, including the penalty for stealing animals which they were witnessing that day. They want peace and expressed their concerns and challenges as well. It was confirmed those who live in the farthest area were responding to the threat of raid by bringing their cows down from the far mountains where they were attacked last May. The blessing of rain we are getting will also help to promote peace by providing grass and water for the cows to live on. It rained during the meeting and the river rose with a fury like I had never seen there. It was cutting away the steep river bank. A goat was swept by. Later that night, a person was also lost to the swift water. I am thankful for rain, grass, prevention, provision, and peace. I am grateful for comfort in times of sorrow.

Truck KenyaI slept a restless sleep in center again in my truck. The next day, I could not reach the church under the trees. Even though I could cross the river, the water had cut away the pathway to get to that place. I traveled 30 km back through the mountains to the cement hut (the one with the cat) and made it in good time. It did not rain that night so, the next day, I was finally able to get a truck to transport the gutters, tanks, mattresses and blankets to two schools, one 30 km and the other 50 km out. The 10,000 L tank didn’t fit in the truck so they tied it on the tail gate and the frame with some straps I had. I sent them off and I still had time to go a school near the cement hut to deworm about 400 children and give them cookies and a soccer ball. Just for reference. The cement hut is the starting point when I say I traveled 30 km out or 50 km out into the bush. The bush is about 100 km deep. I am grateful for safe journeys and God’s care.

I was able to purchase the gutters and attachments for all four schools, the 10,000 L tank, 40 mattresses and 40 blankets when I was in town the week before. The hardware store donated a 5000L tank to help the children and also the cookies. I was surprised. That had never happened here before. The truck, when transporting the goods from town to the cement hut, was delayed and the rain came first and everything got wet. The next two days were spent drying everything out. Everything dried well, it was just a little extra work. I will try to have the gutters installed in the next two weeks. I am grateful for generous hearts.

Hut KenyaThere is another problem I didn’t realize the people had. Their traditional round homes are made of mud and sticks with a grass roof. It has been so dry, the homes were in disrepair. Now, it rained, so there is mud to fix the walls but, there has been no grass to repair the roof. The roof is full of leaks, rain is coming in, leaving the children cold, wet and sick. I would like to buy plastic sheeting for the roof and blankets for 100 families. The blankets are $2.70 each. These are nice heavy blankets. They don’t have access to these blankets or plastic sheeting out in the bush. Would anyone like to help? I am grateful God sees our suffering and hears the smallest voice.

My heart and prayers go out to the people of all of the bombings in all of the different countries that took place while I was in the bush. We need to pray. We do not fight against flesh and blood but, against principalities and powers of darkness. I have seen in the bush how effective prayer has been to bind the enemy. That is why I pray diligently and cry out for prayer still. If you would like to pray like a warrior but don’t know where to begin, I am willing to share the first 7 pages of my daily prayer book with you to help you. I am grateful for healing, grace, comfort, and hope that comes from God and for compassionate hearts that overflow with love to those whose hearts are broken. I am thankful for the many prayers that have risen on behalf of those who have suffered and are living in fear. I am thankful for the mighty weapons of rejoicing, thankfulness and prayer to help us overcome. I am thankful to God for being everything to me. Jesus Is My All. He is able. He makes a way when there is no way and all things are possible with Him. He is my love and my life.

What are you thankful for?

If you get an opportunity, like Jesus Is Our All facebook page and I will try to update it when I can.

If you use Good shop or Good search for your online purchases for the holidays, please consider putting Jesus Is Our All as the charitable organization you would like to help. It is free yet, many stores will donate a portion of your purchase to Jesus Is Our All and it will cost you nothing. They have coupons that are available for your shopping discount too. It’s a win win. Google Good Shop and Good Search today!

If you would like to give a gift to directly help the children and families of Pokot, please visit our website www.JesusIsOurAll.org or you can send a check to

Jesus Is Our All
P.O. Box 111
Frederick, Pa. 19435

Thank you for your prayers!

Blessings to you, with love and prayers, I am thankful for you!

Terry Brynan

Give thanks

We Thank You, O Lord

To the tune “We Gather Together”


We thank You, O Lord, for Your mercy and blessings,

Your love that we never can merit or earn.

And so this Thanksgiving on bended knee we’re coming

To worship You, O Lord, our hearts for You yearn.


We need You, O Lord, in our lives, in our nation.

Forgive us for failing to follow Your way.

Give us wisdom and courage to never deny You

To hold fast to our faith in these difficult days.


We cling to Your promise, we know You are faithful.

Our land You will heal if Your people will pray.

If humbly we’ll seek You and turn away from evil,

We’ll again be the home of the free and the brave.


And so, Lord, we give You our praise and thanksgiving,

Our worries and fears we surrender to You.

We choose to rejoice in Your faithful provision.

We will trust You, O Lord, for Your Word is true.


Marlene Bagnull

Thanksgiving 2015

What’s Up?

Below is an amazing email from Terry Brynan who spoke at this year’s Philly conference. She’s back in Kenya and needs our prayers. Please make time to read her message and visit www.JesusIsOurAll.org.

Father, thank You for Terry’s commitment to You and Your people. Put a hedge of protection around her. Give her strength and wisdom and the needed support to minister to her people.

Terry’s testimony makes my struggle to get used to a new laptop and Microsoft Office 2013 seem like a walk in the park compared to driving treacherous mountain roads in blinding rain and facing killer bees. Please help me, Father, with the learning curve and forgive me for getting so frustrated with this wonderful ministry tool You have provided. Thank You that I now have 24/7 live-in tech support.

My son, Rob (my IT specialist), and daughter-in-law, Nicole, moved in with us 2-1/2 weeks ago. We spent a month working to make room for them. Despite everything we gave away or threw out, it still seemed overwhelming when we began unloading the truck. PTL the stuff they need fit. The rest went to a storage unit, and Rob is now working remotely from his new office in our basement. We feel so blessed to have them here.

Erin Family Rob

Next week I plan to get started planning the May 11-14 Colorado and August 3-6 Greater Philly Christian Writers Conference. Suggestions are welcome and your prayers are needed and appreciated.

His blessings – Marlene     P.S. Please scroll down for Terry’s message.

From: Theresa Brynan [mailto:tbrynan@gmail.com]
Sent: Thursday, November 05, 2015 2:19 AM
To: mbagnull@aol.com
Subject: Hi Marlene, it’s Terry from Kenya, need prayer, storm, bees, thanks

Hi my family, friends and prayer warriors,

I think I need more prayer.

I need more graceMy body was so tired from driving through the mountains and on terrible roads for long distances. The storm and I collided in the mountains one night as I left after staying four days in the farthest bush. The rain was so heavy, I could not see but a few feet in front of the truck. The thunder and lightning cracked overhead. The water ran like rivers down the mountainI had to wait. The rain continued but slowed some. I inched my way up the rocky road weaving around boulders and large rocks that impeded my way. The curves were hidden in the darkness, the rocky cliffs and slippery mud filled ditches were my biggest concernI continued to pray. The road turned to a river and I could only see a few inches in the center of the road.  I prayed the road was still there.

I had gone 30 km but, still had 20 km to go to the place I had planned to sleep. God had a better plan. There was an elevated spot, a little rocky, yet flat, and I pulled my truck to rest in that spot.  I heard the Lord whisper to me, “You have everything you need.”  I thought for a minute, I checked and I still had a little clean water, there was a cup of honey (from the days of removing the bees from the dispensary) I had some instant coffee, some powdered creamer, an apple, a knife, my blanket and I had a little network for my phone. I thanked God for His provision and protection. I fixed some iced café (alright cold coffee), cut my apple, dipped it and my fingers in the honey and drank deeply of its sweetness. I called a friend and asked her to pray. I curled up warm and dry in my blanket and went to sleep.  I had the sweetest dreams.

The next day I waited for hours for the people to show but because of the rain and difficulty in getting out the word, only a few people showed up.  I made arrangements for another day. I continued the drive to my hut.

I had spent four days in the bush. I had faced many challenges. One of the goals I had was to remove the African killer bees from the dispensary.  That was just plain scaryTwo young men offered to help me smoke them out at night. They gathered sticks that repel the bees and heated them in the fire. The bees had overtaken the desk and the room.  Honey oozed in the drawers of the desk coating the rubber gloves, stethoscope, books, pens and medicine, etc. that were contained within them.  Honey combs filled with baby bees and hatching bees explained why the bees were so angry at being disturbed.  The bees swarmed relentlessly, the sound was eery.  ZZZZZ. It resounded in the night. The young men persisted to harvest the honey combs and honey they could find, hoping the bees would leave.  Some of the bees swarmed my truck following the honey and babies. That was the night I was stung only a few times and my hand swelled.

The next night we returned to the dispensary to find the bees still there but much quieter. They were covering the desk, inside every drawer along all of the sides but they seemed content.  The young men carried the desk outside under the trees.  They found more honeycombs and babies and harvested the delicious honey. Honey made from acacia flowers tastes like the acacia flowers smell, sweet like jasmine. It was a much more peaceful departure.

Late the next day, we returned to find the desk free of inhabitants and returned it to the dispensary.  I did not begin to rid the place of snakes yet.  One problem at a time.

I was so discouraged, I had heard the county government was working on opening the well (pump, pipes, tank and solar panels) they had drilled and capped last year.  When I arrived I found something had started but no work has been done on it for almost two months. Twelve thousand people and no clean water. Think of the amount of sick people you have if they are drinking water out of the nearest puddle or the nearest farm pond with animal feces floating by. The county government also started building a dispensary 50 km out (near my dispensary) but again, two months ago the building stopped. Clean water helps reduce suffering, disease and death. We need clean water and a medical facility. Please pray!

There are some things that are important to help the schoolWater is crucial, the rains are coming. There are four schools in the four different areas of the bush that need gutters to harvest the rain. The cost is about $2200 for all four schoolsI plan to buy the gutters and have them transported this week to the bush.  Then from one location in the bush I have to have them transported to the different areas of the bush which is a challenge. Then it has to be installed. Pray it all goes well.     

The children are so thin and dirty.  The last day in the bush, there was a school meeting at the school. It was important for the community to come and discuss the challenges they are facing.  They are coming together to make sure the school will be successful.

I was able to share updates and we praised God for peace with the neighboring tribe. I was able to distribute chlorine tablets, vitamins for the families, medicine for the sick children, new clothes and underwear for the children and two footballs (soccer balls). The children were overjoyed to have such beautiful clothing and underwear. Most of the children have never received anything new and no one had underwear.   A very compassionate friend of mine from US bought new clothes and underwear for the boys and girls. This is a tremendous boost for the school. There are 12 children in class 1 now and 36 children in nursery.  There are thousands of children who do not go to school. It is incentive for the parents to send their children to school.

This school is the last school in the bush (30 more miles).  There is no transportation and all of the children have to walk.  By providing mattresses, blankets and food, the children could sleep on mattresses on the floor and more children would be able to come to school. For mattresses (10) and blankets (10) for each school it will cost about $295 for each school or $1180 for all four schools. It will cost about $160.00 per month for food, breakfast and dinner for all 4 schools to feed the children who sleep there.  If you would like to help these children live out their dream. Please visit www.JesusIsOurAll.org  Please pray for their provision.

The mothers and children found a baby doll packed in the box of clothes. No one had ever seen a baby doll before, especially one that cries when you squeeze it.  They were animated as they squeezed, poked, prodded, and shook it. When it cried or laughed all ears would come close and strain to hear it. Their faces went from shock and surprise to laughter and joy.  It was beautiful to watch although it is sad they have no toys.

There are so many needs it is overwhelming, but you make a difference. Thank you for your prayers, encouragement and support.  If you want to give please visit www.JesusIsOurAll.org.

If you would prefer to send check or money order you can make it payable to “Jesus Is Our All” and send it to

Jesus Is Our All
P.O. Box 111
Frederick, Pa. 19435  

Thank you for your faithfulness in whatever God calls you to do.

With love, prayers and gratitude,

Terry Brynan


Trick or Treat?

Let’s hope they’ll be only treats, and not tricks this year,” I said to my husband.

“Just to be on the safe side, I’d like to get a spotlight mounted on the side of the house,” Paul said. “I don’t want to take any chances that this year it will be our car that gets sprayed with paint.”

I felt my stomach tighten into a knot. Halloween was anything but fun or funny in our neighborhood.

The next morning, I saw the tricks had already begun even though Halloween was two days away. Obscenities scribbled in soap covered our car windows. I grumbled to the Lord about “those kids” as I used a razor knife to scrape off the filthy words.

That evening was Mischief Night. Paul was determined not to have any more pranks. He mounted the new spotlight and left it on all night. He also kept the dog on the front porch. Several times he went outside to check on things, but everything was quiet.

To our relief, there was no sign of any more tricks the next morning. But later, when I was reaching into the mailbox, I felt something strange.

“A dead mouse!” I screeched.

Moments later, the phone rang. It was Paul calling from work.

“Our gas cap is missing, and shaving cream has been sprayed into the tank,” he said in a weary voice.

I felt my blood pressure leap. “Those kids! What’s the matter with their parents? If they can’t teach them to respect other’s property, why don’t they keep them in on Mischief Night? This wasn’t a prank. This was vandalism!”

“I’m going to talk to their parents,” Paul said.

“But they’ve never listened before. Besides,” I added, “we can’t prove anything. We can’t make enemies of our neighbors.”

“What are we supposed to do? Just let them get away with it?” Paul asked. “Next time they’ll only be bolder.

On Halloween night, we discovered that “the next time” already had happened. Something told Paul to go and check on our pop-up camper that was parked in the back yard. I came running when I heard him yelling for me. To my horror, his flashlight revealed holes had been poked in the roof.

“Oh no,” I groaned. We had insurance but, of course, we had opted for a high deductible to save money.

“You still don’t want me to talk to their parents?” Paul asked.

I sighed. I knew as well as he did which kids were responsible. Several of the teenagers on our block were running with a rough crowd. Increasingly, they had been mouthing off at me–probably because on several occasions I had dared to comment on their language and behavior.

“If you have to curse, you could at least go where there are no little ones around to mimic you,” I’d said. Another day I asked them to please move their bikes so I could pull into the driveway. “You also could turn that music down a little,” I’d added.

“What do you want–hymns?” one boy had snarled.

I was startled back to the present by my eight-year-old son tugging on my sleeve. “Look, Mom,” he whispered, pointing over to the tree. A doll was hanging by her neck from a limb. Her head was missing. “I don’t think I like Halloween tricks,” he said.

“I don’t either,” I said, my voice trembling with anger. But then my anger was replaced by fear as the beam of Paul’s flashlight fell on some numbers spray painted on the side of our house – 666.

“What are you going to do, Dad?” Robbie asked.

“I don’t know, Son. We have no proof to file formal charges.”

“Well, I know what I’m going to do,” I said. “If those kids are going to harass us, I’m going to harass them. Maybe they’ll realize it isn’t fun to play tricks when I start calling the police every time they get rowdy. I’ve overlooked a lot, but no longer.”

“But getting even won’t fix the roof of our camper,” Paul said quietly.”

“Aren’t we supposed to love our enemies?” Robbie asked.

Out of the mouth of babes, I thought as I bent down to hug him. “You’re right, Robbie,” I said, trying not to choke on the lump in my throat.

Halloween passed without any more incidences. Several days later, Paul mentioned what had happened to the father of one of the boys we suspected.

“I’m really sorry to hear that,” the man said. “Halloween has gotten entirely out of hand. I made my son stay in.”

“Maybe we’re also judging the rest of them unjustly,” Paul said to me later. We agreed to let it drop, but I still felt angry every time I passed that group of boys hanging out on the corner.

But then God began nudging me to see them through his eyes. Finally I began to pray for them. To my surprise, I also began smiling at them. One day, I even stopped to talk to them–and not about a complaint.

It was a beginning.

In the months that followed, I saw my attitude, and theirs, slowly changing. Whenever possible, I stopped to talk to them. When they were rowdy, I didn’t say anything. I hoped that my silence was speaking louder than my previous words of condemnation.

It may be just my imagination or wishful thinking, but the boys seem to be swearing less. In any case, they no longer make smart remarks to me. And one of the boys often says hello to me and initiates a conversation. I have a feeling he’d like to be friends.

Halloween will soon be here again. I still dread it, but this year, with God’s help, I’m going to confront Halloween pranksters with love. I’ll show them that treats are better than tricks.

What I’m reading and hearing from people I respect underscores what I have been feeling in my spirit for a long time. Difficult days are ahead for our nation. They will be days of intense testing for Christians, but they also will be days filled with opportunities to strengthen our faith muscles and to live and to write His answer.

Will we witness God’s judgment of our nation in the coming weeks and months? I don’t know. I’m praying we will turn back to God and that He will have mercy. Whatever happens, I want to be a contagious Christian whose words and actions draw people to the Lord – our only hope for today, tomorrow, and eternity.

  • Contagious Christians love. – John 13:34-35; 1 John 4:7-10; Matthew 5:44
  • Contagious Christians are passionate. – Luke 10:27; Revelation 2:4-5; 3:15-16
  • Contagious Christians pray. – Colossians 4:2; Philippians 4:6
  • Contagious Christians live their faith. – James 2:14; Ecclesiastes 5:7; Ephesians 5:17
  • Contagious Christians boldly share their faith. – 2 Corinthians 4:13; Colossians 4:5
  • Contagious Christians are gentle, respectful, and gracious. – 1 Peter 3:15; 2 Timothy 2:25; James 3:17
  • Contagious Christians avoid senseless arguments. – Titus 3:9; John 14:6
  • Contagious Christians avoid pat answers. – Ezekiel 3:10-11; Habakkuk 2:1-2
  • Contagious Christians are authentic. – 1 Corinthians 4:20; Colossians 2:6-7
  • Contagious Christians are joy-filled and expectant. – Psalm 71:14,16; 9:1

eagle and flag

“If my people, who are called by my name,
will humble themselves and pray
and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways,
then I will hear from heaven,
and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.”

2 Chronicles 7:14 (NIV2011)

History, at least the history of our nation, is swiftly moving to a climax.

The sad fact for America is that
our sin has made God our enemy.
If there is no national confession of sin|
and if we cannot find a heart of repentance,
a Holy God will complete his judgment;
either by the complete annihilation
or subjugation of what was once a great
and godly people or by rendering it
completely irrelevant on the world stage. 

Michael Gantt

We have stepped over a line
   from which there is no turning back.
We have taken a paradigm leap
   from mere disobedience
      to open rebellion against God,
   thereby crossing the line
      from blessing to judgment
         and from God’s prior favor
   to His impending wrath. . . .

Mike Wolff

There is no doubt—
the TRUE hope for this world is Jesus Christ!
Our struggling nation and a lost world
need a fresh introduction to the message of Jesus!
This generation urgently needs to learn
of the new birth that comes through faith in Jesus!
A church that is committed to obeying Christ
and sharing the Gospel could … save this nation!

Focus on the Family, 9/3/15 email


Friends, please do not allow a spirit of complacency to cause you to suffer the fate of this frog in the kettle. I can’t urge you strongly enough to watch the video of Michael Gantt’s keynote address, “The Cross Is the Main Thing,” that he gave July 31 at the Greater Philly Christian Writers Conference. Or read the transcript at
http://growinggodlyseed.com/stand and subscribe to his blog. Mike Wolff’s September 3 blog post, “Sounding the Trumpet,” is also critically important to read.

I believe the days ahead are going to be very difficult for our nation. I don’t know if she will survive God’s judgment. As for Christians, persecution is coming. Indeed, it is already here, and God will allow it to intensify for it is the only way His church will again become strong.

Am I fearful? Yes! I long to be strong in His strength and to live and to write His answer.

eagle (2)The Cross
the Main Thing

Last night I watched Michael Gantt’s 30 minute keynote, “The Cross is the Main Thing,” from this year’s Greater Philly Christian Writers Conference. You’ll find it on YouTube at http://bit.ly/1JkE8m9.

In 32 years of ministry I believe this is the most powerful message that has ever been presented at the conference.

The sad fact for America is that because of our sin
we have made God our enemy,” Michael said.
“The only thing that holds any hope for our nation
is the proclamation of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.”

Friends, I urge you to watch it and to share the URL on your social networks, web page, blog, and with your family and friends and church family who you spend time with in person.

Father, please cause each one who reads this to make time to watch this video. Save us from the spirit of apathy and complacency. Help us to hear and to speak and to write Your truth – Your answer.

Difficult days our ahead that will test our faith as never before. Father, please help us to

Stand united, singular in vision,
contending for people’s trust
in the Message, the good news,
not flinching or dodging
in the slightest
before the opposition.”
(Phil. 1:27-28 MSG)


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